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in the future - u will be able to do some more stuff here,,,!! like pat catgirl- i mean um yeah... for now u can only see others's posts :c
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Chapter 11: Trapped in the Nightmare
Clara and Gwen slept soundly, their massive bodies sprawled across the vast room. Their bellies, once large and round after their feast, had begun to shrink as their bodies digested the many scientists they had swallowed.
But they were not alone.
Scattered throughout the room, several surviving researchers stood frozen, staring at the two sleeping giantesses with fear in their eyes. They had spent the entire night trying to find a way out, but the building was like a trapâlocked from all sides with no obvious escape routes.
One of the scientists, a middle-aged man with trembling hands, held a radio to his ear. It had taken them hours to establish contact with someone outside, but now, finally, there was a response.
âThe military⌠Theyâre here!â he whispered desperately to the others.
âThank God!â a woman beside him sighed in relief. âTell them to get us out of here!â
The man pressed the button and spoke quickly: âThis is Dr. Vestergaard! Weâre trapped inside the facility! Two giant women are on the loose, and theyâve already swallowed most of the staff! We need an evacuation NOW!â
There was silence for a moment before the reply came.
âSorry, Dr. Vestergaard. We canât take that risk. The building has been sealed. Our orders are to ensure that they donât escape.â
The scientists stared at the radio in shock.
âThey⌠they wonât help us?â a young researcher whispered in horror.
âNo,â Dr. Vestergaard mumbled, his hands trembling even more. âTheyâre going to keep us in here with them⌠Theyâre making sure they donât get out, even if it means we die.â
Panic spread quickly. Several of the remaining scientists began running around, banging on doors, desperately searching for alternative escape routes, but nothing worked.
And in the silence, they heard something else.
A wet, gurgling sound coming from the two giants.
All eyes turned toward Clara and Gwen. Even in their sleep, their bellies still moved, small bumps shifting beneath their skin as the last of the swallowed victims struggled desperately for their lives. Some of the scientists cautiously approached, barely able to make out the muffled voices from inside.
âHelp us! Weâre in here!â
âTheyâre digesting us! Oh God, I can feel it!â
âLet us out! Please!â
Some of the scientists recoiled in horror, their faces pale with fear. Others simply stood frozen, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the situation.
Dr. Vestergaard swallowed hard. âWeâre doomedâŚâ
Suddenly, Clara let out a low growl and shifted slightly in her sleep. The survivors went rigid. If they woke them upâŚ
But it was too late.
Gwen stretched, slowly opening her eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh. She ran a hand over her now flatter stomach and smiled to herself.
âMmh⌠That was a good night.â
Then she saw the survivors standing like frozen statues before her.
Her smile widened.
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Hey everyone
As someone who has battled depression for many years, I know what it feels like to be alone. There are days when it feels like people talk behind my back, or I think that no one really likes me. Even though I donât always feel this way, the dark thoughts come on the bad days.
Right now, things are especially hard because my dad is sick, and I take care of my mom. All of this makes me wonder: Why do I keep going? Wouldn't it be easier to just give up?
I know that suicide isn't the answer. Many people would say: But Casper, you have so much to live for! Your parents and friends love you! And even though I logically know thatâs true, the dark thoughts sometimes make it feel fake.
I've lived with this for 15 years, and honestly, I donât completely know why I'm still here. But I do know one thing: My life has good moments. I have friends at work who I know are real. I have my parents, whom I love more than anything, and I want to cherish every moment with them while I can. I have my Twitter, where I work hard, and I create stories that people enjoy.
All in all, life is okay. Itâs not perfect, and some days are really tough, but there are still things worth holding onto.
I donât know if this message will help anyone, or if anyone will even read it, but I just wanted to share my thoughts.
#MentalHealth #DepressionAwareness #YouAreNotAlone #KeepFighting #ItsOkayToNotBeOkay #StayStrong #EndTheStigma
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a little info
yesterday my father had a major operation against his cancer we were told everything went well even though he may not be able to use his left hand as it is now I was in a hotel with my mother and everything went ok I am so tired
today we were at his place and he is tired and sad about what is happening
all in all it is just some shit and I hope it gets better
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Chapter 1: The Transformation by the Stream
It was a peaceful afternoon. The sun shone softly through the treetops, and a gentle breeze made the stream shimmer like tiny diamonds. Kasper, a man in his early 30s, sat on an old wooden bench by the stream, enjoying the quiet. It had been a tough week. Newspapers and the news were filled with stories about a mysterious virus spreading among men worldwide. They called it âThe Shrinking Syndrome.â Officially, it was still being investigated, but rumors abounded. No one knew where it came from or why it only affected men. Even worse were the few leaked reports describing how afflicted men began shrinking in size, sometimes to just a few centimeters tall.
Kasper had shaken his head at it all. âSounds like something out of a bad sci-fi movie,â he thought. He certainly hadnât expected it to happen to him. But now, as he sat there enjoying the peace, he suddenly felt a strange warmth spread through his body. It started in his chest and quickly moved to his arms and legs. Then came a dizzying sensation, as if the ground beneath him were spinning.
âOh no,â he muttered, his head feeling heavy. He opened his eyes and was shocked by what he saw. Everything around him seemed enormous. The bench, once a comfortable spot to sit, was now a massive wooden platform. He looked down at himself and realized his clothes lay in a pile around him. His hands were tiny, his legs as thin as toothpicks. He had shrunk. Dramatically.
âWhat... whatâs happening?â he gasped, looking around in panic. It must be the virus. The one everyone was talking about. He had become yet another victim of The Shrinking Syndrome. But how? He hadnât felt sick. He tried to stand, but his small legs wobbled beneath him, and he collapsed back onto the bench.
Before he could think further, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. The sound made the wooden bench tremble slightly. Turning around, he saw a little girl, about seven years old, running toward him. Her blonde hair swayed in the wind, and her blue summer dress sparkled in the sunlight. She plopped down heavily on the bench, causing Kasper to tumble backward from the vibrations.
He looked up at the girl, who now sat just a few centimeters away from him. To her, he must have looked like a tiny action figure. At first, she didnât seem to notice him, but then her gaze casually swept over the bench, and their eyes met. Her expression shifted from neutral to sheer astonishment.
âMom!â she shouted, staring down at Kasper. Her voice boomed in his tiny ears, and he raised his hands to signal her to be quiet.
Before the girl could say more, they both heard heavy footsteps approaching. Her mother, a tall woman wearing jeans and a pink shirt, walked toward the bench with a shopping bag in hand. Kasper could see she was about to sit down. He waved frantically at the girl.
âSheâs going to sit on me! Do something!â he yelled, his tiny voice almost drowned out by the sound of her motherâs steps.
The girl reacted quickly. She turned to her mother and said in a serious tone, âMom, watch out! Thereâs a little man!â
The woman stopped abruptly, looking confused. âWhat are you talking about, Anna? A little man?â
Before the woman could look closer, the girl swiftly bent down and scooped Kasper up in her small hands. âSee! I told you!â she whispered, holding him close to her face to examine him.
Kasper tried to speak, but her enormous gaze made him nervous. He cleared his throat and raised his tiny voice. âListen, I can explain! I⌠I think Iâve been hit by that virus!â
The girlâs mother leaned in, squinting to see what her daughter was holding. When she finally spotted Kasper, her eyes widened in shock.
âOh my god,â she whispered, stepping back. âIs he⌠alive?!â
Anna nodded eagerly. âYes! I told you! He was just sitting on the bench! What do we do now, Mom?â
Kasper raised a hand, trying to calm the situation. âDonât worry. Iâm not dangerous. I just need help. I think itâs that virus everyoneâs been talking about. I woke up, and suddenly, I was⌠like this.â
The woman stared at him and then at her daughter. âThe virus? The one that makes men shrink? I didnât think it was real... I thought it was just rumors.â
âI wish it was,â Kasper muttered dejectedly.
The girl held him closer, as if she had already decided he was now her responsibility. âMom, we canât just leave him here. What if someone steps on him?â
The woman took a deep breath and nodded. âOkay⌠Weâll take him home. But how do we explain this to anyone? And what if there are more like him?â
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Chapter 1: The Task
Martin was a man who made a living by solving problems that others dared not touch. He was known in these parts as someone who could handle the most dangerous tasksâespecially when it came to killing monsters that plagued towns and villages. His reputation was built on hard-fought battles and victories that had cost him both sweat and blood. But today, it felt as though the world had forgotten him.
He sat in a small, dusty tavern on the outskirts of a bustling trading town. The table in front of him was covered with parchments detailing various tasks, all of which sounded the same: farmers seeking help against predators attacking their sheep, or merchants needing protection on dangerous roads. The tasks were dull and offered only a handful of coinsânot enough to justify the risk. Martin sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was tired of fighting for pocket change.
Martin was an imposing figure, even when simply sitting and drinking. His short, black hair clung tightly to his head, and his muscular frameâbuilt like a warriorâsâwas clearly visible even beneath the simple leather jacket he wore. He didnât wear armor, preferring to move freely and quickly in combat. His muscles were as hard as steel, the result of countless hours of training and battle. His face was rugged, with a few scars that told stories of past fights. His eyes were sharp and observant, always on the lookout for dangerâor opportunities.
Suddenly, he noticed two men entering the tavern. They wore long cloaks with hoods pulled deep over their faces. Martin couldnât see their features, but he could feel their eyes on him. They paused for a moment at the door, as if scanning the room, before striding purposefully toward his table. Martin slowly set his mug down and let his right hand drift to the hilt of the sword hanging at his side. He was always ready.
The two men reached his table and stopped. One of them, a tall, slender man with a gray-streaked beard, pulled back his hood, revealing a serious face with deep wrinkles and eyes that had seen more than most could imagine. The other, a slightly shorter man with a round face and a friendly yet worried smile, followed suit. They appeared to be in their sixties, perhaps a bit older.
âYouâre Martin, arenât you?â asked the tall man in a deep, gravelly voice.
Martin nodded slowly, sizing them up. âThatâs me. What do you want?â
The two men exchanged a quick glance before the tall man pulled out a chair and sat down. His companion followed suit. Martin remained on guard but let his hand drift away from his sword. He could sense that these men werenât here to cause troubleâat least not yet.
âWe need your help,â said the tall man, leaning forward. His eyes bore into Martinâs. âAnd this isnât one of those small tasks youâre used to.â
Martin raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. âIâm listening.â
The shorter man spoke this time. âItâs a dangerous task. Perhaps the most dangerous one youâve ever taken on. Thereâs a monster in the forestâa giant spider that has killed many warriors. Itâs more dangerous than any other creature weâve encountered.â
Martin nodded slowly. He had heard rumors of the Dark Forest to the south. It was a place known to be filled with dangerous creatures. Those who entered rarely came out alive. The forest was shrouded in mystery and peril, and now he was being asked to venture into its depths to confront this spider.
âWhere in the forest is it?â Martin asked calmly.
The tall man lowered his voice to a whisper. âIn the heart of the Dark Forest. Itâs a dangerous place, but we need you to kill this spider. It has plagued our village for years.â
Martin thought for a moment. He knew this wasnât a task to be taken lightly. But he also needed the coins. âHow much are you paying?â
The shorter man leaned forward. âWeâll give you 30 gold coins now, and when you return with its head, youâll get the rest.â
Martin nodded slowly. He could feel that this was a task that could change his lifeâfor better or worse. He took a final sip of his ale and stood up. âIâll leave at dawn tomorrow. Youâll have my answer when I return.â
The two men nodded and handed him a small pouch containing the 30 gold coins. Martin took it and walked out of the tavern, ready to prepare for the most dangerous task of his life.
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I wrote a few days ago, and I wanted to do a story that didn't have anything to do with giant women. And this is a little taste of what it is, I'm working on Or a picture. And I'm looking forward to showing it to you. It's coming tomorrow on my website. And the video might come next week.
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Hi everyone! đ
You probably know me for creating stories with giantesses or people shrinking, but Iâve been thinking about trying something new for a while now.
I want to create a story thatâs differentâa fantasy world with knights, monsters, and unexpected twists. The story is about a knight who is tasked with slaying a monster, but something happens that he never saw coming. I donât want to give away too much yet, but it wonât include the usual themes youâve come to expect from me.
What do you think about me exploring new genres and ideas? I hope youâll join me on this journey! đ
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Chapter 1: A Dream Come True
Clara had always harbored a secret fascination. Since her teenage years, she had loved stories and movies about giant people. Cartoons, sci-fi films, and even small online stories gave her a feeling she couldnât quite explain. It wasnât just entertainment; it felt like a part of her.
In her private life, she allowed herself to indulge in these fantasies. Her favorite movies were classics like Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, and she even had a collection of fan art and comics stored away on her computer. But she never shared this with anyone. Who would understand? It seemed too strange.
Otherwise, she lived an entirely ordinary life as a receptionist in a busy office building. Her days were predictable, but she kept herself occupied by daydreaming about what it would feel like to be enormousâtowering over the world, stronger and bigger than everything around her.
But one day, everything changed.
It began as a completely normal Monday. Clara was seated at her desk, checking emails, when she felt an unusual warmth spreading through her body. She frowned and took a sip of her coffee, but the sensation only grew stronger. Her clothes started to feel tight, especially around her shoulders and waist.
âWhatâs happening?â she mumbled to herself as she stood up from her chair. She felt dizzy, as if the entire room had suddenly shrunk. Her blouse pulled tightly across her chest, and the seams began to strain audibly.
She hurried to the bathroom mirror and gasped. Her face looked the same, but she was... taller. Not just a little tallerâshe was clearly over six and a half feet now.
âThis canât be real,â she whispered, panic starting to take hold.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and two of her coworkers, Emma and Nick, walked in. They froze in their tracks, staring at her with wide eyes.
âClara?â Emma asked cautiously. âIs that... you?â
Clara nodded, her cheeks flushing red. She tried to cover herself, but her shirt ripped suddenly at the shoulder. Wrapping her arms around herself, she realized her clothes wouldnât last much longer.
Nick took a step back. âWhatâs going on? How did you get so big?â
âI donât know!â Clara shouted. âI... I really donât know!â
As her growth continued, Clara bent down to avoid hitting the ceiling. She was now nearly ten feet tall, and her pants had split open at the knees.
Emma pulled out her phone and started dialing. âWe need help. Iâm calling the police.â
Clara reached out. âWait! Maybe we can find another solution!â
But before she could stop them, chaos erupted. The police arrived within minutes, and the entire building was evacuated. Clara was led outside to a waiting truck as people stared at her with a mix of fear and fascination.
Shortly afterward, she was taken to a secret research facility, where she was greeted by a team of scientists. They looked at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness as they began asking questions and taking samples.
Clara swallowed hard, trying to ignore how awkward it felt to sit there, wrapped in nothing but a sheet, while they studied her. She thought about her fantasies, which had always been a source of joy, and couldnât help but feel a mixture of fear and... a hint of excitement.
But this wasnât a dream. This was reality.
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Chapter 1 â Erik Among the Bandits
Erik sat tied up on the ground, his hands bound behind his back with coarse rope. Around him, the vile bandits lounged, their crude laughter and harsh remarks filling the air. They had not treated him kindly. His stomach growled with hunger, for the only food they offered him were scraps from their own mealsâoften bones with barely any meat left on them.
He let his gaze drift upward toward the sky, where stars faintly shimmered between the treetops. His thoughts turned to home. He longed for his family and took solace in knowing they were at least alive. Yet guilt weighed heavily upon him. He had revealed the secret of where the treasure in the Titanwood Forest was hidden, all to save them. Would they ever forgive him?
His mind wandered to Cora, the giantess who had saved his life in the forest. The memories of her brought warmth to his heart but also a deep sense of shame. She had trusted him, and he had betrayed that trust.
Erik sighed and rested his head against the cold ground. Sleep overtook him slowly, but even in his dreams, he could not escape his predicament.
Nearby, two of the bandits entertained themselves with something they had found. One of them clutched Erikâs bag, which they had stolen from him, holding it close. It contained his vital elixirs and tools for finding medicinal flowers.
"Look what the clever boy was hiding," one bandit said, opening the bag. Glass bottles filled with colorful liquids clinked together.
"He must be some kind of little sorcerer," the other bandit laughed, reaching for one of the bottles.
"Careful now," the first bandit warned. "This could be poison. Or maybe... itâs valuable?"
Erik stirred awake briefly and saw the two bandits rifling through his bag. A wave of anger and desperation washed over him. This was not just a bagâit was his lifeâs work, his hope for helping those he loved. But he knew he was powerless now. He couldnât act without risking his own life.
The bandits continued their laughter, paying no mind to his glare. Erik slumped back down, defeated and exhausted, letting his thoughts drift once more to better times, when hope still felt within reach.
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