Vek
@vekelm.bsky.social
The germ freeloading on your skin. He/Him, 18+. Dudes are REALLY hot tbh(Bi).
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Vek
@vekelm.bsky.social
· Oct 20
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Howdy!
I'm Vek, a writer of microfiction and the occasional short story. My niche is mainly nano/micro sizes with a heavy focus on unaware, though I branch out often.
CW: “Bad-ends” and light/moderate gore are prevalent throughout, as are giants of any gender. Mostly male.
Howdy!
I'm Vek, a writer of microfiction and the occasional short story. My niche is mainly nano/micro sizes with a heavy focus on unaware, though I branch out often.
CW: “Bad-ends” and light/moderate gore are prevalent throughout, as are giants of any gender. Mostly male.
Yoga pants hanging loosely from their waist, fingers lowering to crudely scratch an itch across their rear, their eyes—bleary in the early morning—squint as they look down at the faint, moving speck across their dresser.
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
January 26, 2026 at 2:07 PM
Yoga pants hanging loosely from their waist, fingers lowering to crudely scratch an itch across their rear, their eyes—bleary in the early morning—squint as they look down at the faint, moving speck across their dresser.
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
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The desire to be so utterly microscopic that even the most innocuous motions can spell your end.
An exhale rending flesh from bone.
A light *poke* painting you across their finger tip.
Scrunching toes liquifying the unnoticed germ caught between…
An exhale rending flesh from bone.
A light *poke* painting you across their finger tip.
Scrunching toes liquifying the unnoticed germ caught between…
October 2, 2025 at 6:55 PM
The desire to be so utterly microscopic that even the most innocuous motions can spell your end.
An exhale rending flesh from bone.
A light *poke* painting you across their finger tip.
Scrunching toes liquifying the unnoticed germ caught between…
An exhale rending flesh from bone.
A light *poke* painting you across their finger tip.
Scrunching toes liquifying the unnoticed germ caught between…
Fun fact: I had a character in mind for the giant when I wrote this. If you can guess who it is, you get uhhh
*Vek, coated in a sheen of perspiration, pushing a single crumb across the countertop like Sisyphus and his boulder*
a (small bit of) a cookie!
*Vek, coated in a sheen of perspiration, pushing a single crumb across the countertop like Sisyphus and his boulder*
a (small bit of) a cookie!
You had thought you’d died, as the tread descended from on high—blanketing the sidewalk in shadow. Your ears had popped as the surrounding pressure shifted, the gentle atmosphere whipping into a whistling gale that had knocked you to your knees long before the weight arrived.
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January 26, 2026 at 1:45 PM
Fun fact: I had a character in mind for the giant when I wrote this. If you can guess who it is, you get uhhh
*Vek, coated in a sheen of perspiration, pushing a single crumb across the countertop like Sisyphus and his boulder*
a (small bit of) a cookie!
*Vek, coated in a sheen of perspiration, pushing a single crumb across the countertop like Sisyphus and his boulder*
a (small bit of) a cookie!
You had thought you’d died, as the tread descended from on high—blanketing the sidewalk in shadow. Your ears had popped as the surrounding pressure shifted, the gentle atmosphere whipping into a whistling gale that had knocked you to your knees long before the weight arrived.
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January 26, 2026 at 4:24 AM
You had thought you’d died, as the tread descended from on high—blanketing the sidewalk in shadow. Your ears had popped as the surrounding pressure shifted, the gentle atmosphere whipping into a whistling gale that had knocked you to your knees long before the weight arrived.
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The mundane cruelty of everyday life, painted in a grisly pattern across the underside of your “gentle” friend’s tread.
He didn’t mean to step on them. Of course not.
He probably didn’t even feel it. The subtle crunch of screams snuffed out, of promises unfulfilled.
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He didn’t mean to step on them. Of course not.
He probably didn’t even feel it. The subtle crunch of screams snuffed out, of promises unfulfilled.
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January 24, 2026 at 7:17 PM
The mundane cruelty of everyday life, painted in a grisly pattern across the underside of your “gentle” friend’s tread.
He didn’t mean to step on them. Of course not.
He probably didn’t even feel it. The subtle crunch of screams snuffed out, of promises unfulfilled.
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He didn’t mean to step on them. Of course not.
He probably didn’t even feel it. The subtle crunch of screams snuffed out, of promises unfulfilled.
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Reluctant service top…
A blush spreads across my features as I feel them squirm beneath the ridges of my fingertip, inwardly fretting that all it would take is a *slight* increase of pressure to reduce the passionate speck into a memory.
“They…like how this feels…?”
A blush spreads across my features as I feel them squirm beneath the ridges of my fingertip, inwardly fretting that all it would take is a *slight* increase of pressure to reduce the passionate speck into a memory.
“They…like how this feels…?”
January 24, 2026 at 1:36 PM
Reluctant service top…
A blush spreads across my features as I feel them squirm beneath the ridges of my fingertip, inwardly fretting that all it would take is a *slight* increase of pressure to reduce the passionate speck into a memory.
“They…like how this feels…?”
A blush spreads across my features as I feel them squirm beneath the ridges of my fingertip, inwardly fretting that all it would take is a *slight* increase of pressure to reduce the passionate speck into a memory.
“They…like how this feels…?”
The juxtaposition between the kindest person you know and the indifferent depths of their inner stomach. Within the darkness, you press into a pile of mush, the sinking island *squelching* beneath your weight. The slick, slurping *gurgles* of digesting food echo all around you...
January 24, 2026 at 2:47 AM
The juxtaposition between the kindest person you know and the indifferent depths of their inner stomach. Within the darkness, you press into a pile of mush, the sinking island *squelching* beneath your weight. The slick, slurping *gurgles* of digesting food echo all around you...
A fairy, shrunken to little larger than a speck, realizing far too late that the hero she's sworn to guide wouldn't bother examining the brightly colored "gnat" fluttering about his face—a rather unceremonious *slap* smearing her between his freckled cheek and a pale, calloused palm.
January 24, 2026 at 12:13 AM
A fairy, shrunken to little larger than a speck, realizing far too late that the hero she's sworn to guide wouldn't bother examining the brightly colored "gnat" fluttering about his face—a rather unceremonious *slap* smearing her between his freckled cheek and a pale, calloused palm.
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"Oh uh, that was a fairy?” The freckled adventurer stares down at his palms, pale flesh now dotted with a shimmering liquid, ethereal wings spiraling to the ground below. He looks back towards his companions, sheepishly rubbing the mess on his trousers.
"Thought I heard it buzzing. S-sorry!”
"Thought I heard it buzzing. S-sorry!”
January 12, 2026 at 6:23 AM
"Oh uh, that was a fairy?” The freckled adventurer stares down at his palms, pale flesh now dotted with a shimmering liquid, ethereal wings spiraling to the ground below. He looks back towards his companions, sheepishly rubbing the mess on his trousers.
"Thought I heard it buzzing. S-sorry!”
"Thought I heard it buzzing. S-sorry!”
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A fairy streaked across the surface of a windshield as if it were no better than a common bug, a flick of the wipers sending her iridescent, ethereal wings to the faded asphalt below.
Her demise, and the lingering stain, met with nothing more than a faint "ew".
Her demise, and the lingering stain, met with nothing more than a faint "ew".
September 23, 2025 at 10:11 PM
A fairy streaked across the surface of a windshield as if it were no better than a common bug, a flick of the wipers sending her iridescent, ethereal wings to the faded asphalt below.
Her demise, and the lingering stain, met with nothing more than a faint "ew".
Her demise, and the lingering stain, met with nothing more than a faint "ew".
Conveying size by describing the small details one could only glean at such an insignificant scale.
The cracks and uneven folds between two flakes of skin—one half sloughed off and destined to flutter to the floor below, like any other bit of organic detritus.
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The cracks and uneven folds between two flakes of skin—one half sloughed off and destined to flutter to the floor below, like any other bit of organic detritus.
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January 23, 2026 at 6:57 PM
Conveying size by describing the small details one could only glean at such an insignificant scale.
The cracks and uneven folds between two flakes of skin—one half sloughed off and destined to flutter to the floor below, like any other bit of organic detritus.
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The cracks and uneven folds between two flakes of skin—one half sloughed off and destined to flutter to the floor below, like any other bit of organic detritus.
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To be an oddity. Something to be studied.
The light of a microscope flashing blindingly from on high, a giant looming over this newly formed sun—the sterile, interlocking threads of his lab coat eclipsing much of the horizon.
He says nothing; the silence feels worse than words...
The light of a microscope flashing blindingly from on high, a giant looming over this newly formed sun—the sterile, interlocking threads of his lab coat eclipsing much of the horizon.
He says nothing; the silence feels worse than words...
January 22, 2026 at 6:44 AM
To be an oddity. Something to be studied.
The light of a microscope flashing blindingly from on high, a giant looming over this newly formed sun—the sterile, interlocking threads of his lab coat eclipsing much of the horizon.
He says nothing; the silence feels worse than words...
The light of a microscope flashing blindingly from on high, a giant looming over this newly formed sun—the sterile, interlocking threads of his lab coat eclipsing much of the horizon.
He says nothing; the silence feels worse than words...
Realizing with creeping terror that your “friend” was not human after you shrink upon their body. You trek across the expanse of their chest—a pale landmass eerily devoid of flaw, the lack of wrinkle or pore giving it more resemblance to porcelain than skin. Akin to a doll...
January 22, 2026 at 2:40 AM
Realizing with creeping terror that your “friend” was not human after you shrink upon their body. You trek across the expanse of their chest—a pale landmass eerily devoid of flaw, the lack of wrinkle or pore giving it more resemblance to porcelain than skin. Akin to a doll...
“Oh...you really are immortal, huh?”
The baggy-eyed giant glowers at the lone speck on his mattress, gasping and writhing within the indentation his rear once occupied. He’d hope their last “fling” would’ve been the end of it—end of them, anyway.
"Oughta just flush you."
The baggy-eyed giant glowers at the lone speck on his mattress, gasping and writhing within the indentation his rear once occupied. He’d hope their last “fling” would’ve been the end of it—end of them, anyway.
"Oughta just flush you."
January 22, 2026 at 2:39 AM
“Oh...you really are immortal, huh?”
The baggy-eyed giant glowers at the lone speck on his mattress, gasping and writhing within the indentation his rear once occupied. He’d hope their last “fling” would’ve been the end of it—end of them, anyway.
"Oughta just flush you."
The baggy-eyed giant glowers at the lone speck on his mattress, gasping and writhing within the indentation his rear once occupied. He’d hope their last “fling” would’ve been the end of it—end of them, anyway.
"Oughta just flush you."
Brushed off your partner's rear with all the ceremony of wiping away a bit of loose dirt or lint. Your stomach lurches as you fall from the curved fibers of pants onto the hard ground below, the impact knocking the breath from your aching chest…
January 18, 2026 at 10:54 PM
Brushed off your partner's rear with all the ceremony of wiping away a bit of loose dirt or lint. Your stomach lurches as you fall from the curved fibers of pants onto the hard ground below, the impact knocking the breath from your aching chest…
“Hey chat! Today, I’ll be trying out this salad I bought from the store! The packaging said it used only *only* ethically sourced ingredients! We should all follow their example!” The influencer flashes her camera a bright smile, sticking her fork into a collection of leaves and vegetables.
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#SizeSky idea-
Vegetarian, "life is inherently sacred" hippie type accidentally becoming a pred because there are people so tiny in her salad that they're running in terror from a Hollywood tidal wave made up of a single unnoticeable droplet of her spit as she talks.
Vegetarian, "life is inherently sacred" hippie type accidentally becoming a pred because there are people so tiny in her salad that they're running in terror from a Hollywood tidal wave made up of a single unnoticeable droplet of her spit as she talks.
January 17, 2026 at 9:38 PM
“Hey chat! Today, I’ll be trying out this salad I bought from the store! The packaging said it used only *only* ethically sourced ingredients! We should all follow their example!” The influencer flashes her camera a bright smile, sticking her fork into a collection of leaves and vegetables.
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Helplessly entangled within a mass of black material, trunk-like fibers wrapped so tightly around your body that you can feel your limbs growing static, unresponsive.
Little more than lint within a stranger's glove, soon to be buried beneath an all-encompassing fingertip...
Little more than lint within a stranger's glove, soon to be buried beneath an all-encompassing fingertip...
January 17, 2026 at 7:32 AM
Helplessly entangled within a mass of black material, trunk-like fibers wrapped so tightly around your body that you can feel your limbs growing static, unresponsive.
Little more than lint within a stranger's glove, soon to be buried beneath an all-encompassing fingertip...
Little more than lint within a stranger's glove, soon to be buried beneath an all-encompassing fingertip...
"Hey, you've got a little something..."
A mountain of whorled flesh crashes against his cheek, enveloping you alongside the thick branch of peach fuzz that served as your lifeline. A quick *wipe* pushes you into a dermal ridge, leaving you stranded in a valley of flesh as it retreats...
"Got it."
A mountain of whorled flesh crashes against his cheek, enveloping you alongside the thick branch of peach fuzz that served as your lifeline. A quick *wipe* pushes you into a dermal ridge, leaving you stranded in a valley of flesh as it retreats...
"Got it."
January 17, 2026 at 6:53 AM
"Hey, you've got a little something..."
A mountain of whorled flesh crashes against his cheek, enveloping you alongside the thick branch of peach fuzz that served as your lifeline. A quick *wipe* pushes you into a dermal ridge, leaving you stranded in a valley of flesh as it retreats...
"Got it."
A mountain of whorled flesh crashes against his cheek, enveloping you alongside the thick branch of peach fuzz that served as your lifeline. A quick *wipe* pushes you into a dermal ridge, leaving you stranded in a valley of flesh as it retreats...
"Got it."
Spending the night trekking across the freckled expanse of a slumbering farmhand’s cheek. Your feet give ever so slightly into the soft flesh, the ground contorting and rising with each, rumbling breath, unsteadying your balance and nearly sending you to your knees...
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January 17, 2026 at 3:05 AM
Spending the night trekking across the freckled expanse of a slumbering farmhand’s cheek. Your feet give ever so slightly into the soft flesh, the ground contorting and rising with each, rumbling breath, unsteadying your balance and nearly sending you to your knees...
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A bit of a guilty pleasure, but something I absolutely *adore* is normally "tiny-coded" guys becoming the central giant. Soft, blushy features magnified to encompass the horizon, the cute way he seems to *squirm* when he's uncomfortable causing the very air to shift in its wake.
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January 6, 2026 at 7:07 AM
A bit of a guilty pleasure, but something I absolutely *adore* is normally "tiny-coded" guys becoming the central giant. Soft, blushy features magnified to encompass the horizon, the cute way he seems to *squirm* when he's uncomfortable causing the very air to shift in its wake.
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A micro flushing crimson as his feet gingerly rest upon the commercial district of a shrunken city, lithe toes steamrolling hundreds—remains mingling with the dust against his digits.
“Go on. They're all yours...” a coo rumbles through the skyline. He bites his lower lip.
“Go on. They're all yours...” a coo rumbles through the skyline. He bites his lower lip.
January 14, 2026 at 10:01 PM
A micro flushing crimson as his feet gingerly rest upon the commercial district of a shrunken city, lithe toes steamrolling hundreds—remains mingling with the dust against his digits.
“Go on. They're all yours...” a coo rumbles through the skyline. He bites his lower lip.
“Go on. They're all yours...” a coo rumbles through the skyline. He bites his lower lip.
Boys with soft features yet muscular physiques should be far bigger. They should have nanos clawing across the crevasses of their abs—drowned by a drop of sweat or buried by an idle itch. They should take off their shoes and not notice the dozen crushed specks adorning the insole.
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pics unrelated.
January 14, 2026 at 10:00 PM
Boys with soft features yet muscular physiques should be far bigger. They should have nanos clawing across the crevasses of their abs—drowned by a drop of sweat or buried by an idle itch. They should take off their shoes and not notice the dozen crushed specks adorning the insole.
pics unrelated.
pics unrelated.
The agonizing pressure of your partner's rear molding around your minuscule body, untold weight hammering you into a cushion with precious little give to spare, screams muffled by the thick, doughy flesh...
juxtaposed by their soft giggles as they read your old messages...
juxtaposed by their soft giggles as they read your old messages...
January 14, 2026 at 6:49 PM
The agonizing pressure of your partner's rear molding around your minuscule body, untold weight hammering you into a cushion with precious little give to spare, screams muffled by the thick, doughy flesh...
juxtaposed by their soft giggles as they read your old messages...
juxtaposed by their soft giggles as they read your old messages...
Your lungs burn in your chest as you stumble across the expanse of the laboratory floor, mere moments from escaping the woman who had shrunken so, so many of your peers and friends. Your legs almost buckle as you throw yourself at the small space beneath the doorway, freedom so...so close.
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January 14, 2026 at 6:48 PM
Your lungs burn in your chest as you stumble across the expanse of the laboratory floor, mere moments from escaping the woman who had shrunken so, so many of your peers and friends. Your legs almost buckle as you throw yourself at the small space beneath the doorway, freedom so...so close.
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“D-don’t worry...I’ll get you help...!” Two whorled moons descend from on high, their presence alone stirring the air into a frenzy. You barely even feel it as it collapses upon you—the impact alone is more than lethal.
“O-oh dear. Not again.”
They sheepishly wipe the blood on their sleeve...
“O-oh dear. Not again.”
They sheepishly wipe the blood on their sleeve...
January 14, 2026 at 6:27 PM
“D-don’t worry...I’ll get you help...!” Two whorled moons descend from on high, their presence alone stirring the air into a frenzy. You barely even feel it as it collapses upon you—the impact alone is more than lethal.
“O-oh dear. Not again.”
They sheepishly wipe the blood on their sleeve...
“O-oh dear. Not again.”
They sheepishly wipe the blood on their sleeve...