Fleshlight entrapment is a top scenario for me. A lone speck, stumbling through the vast textured hills of silicone, desperate to escape the seemingly endless cave before they're caught up in their roommate's next "session"

I also just really like giant cocks, pardon my bluntness😅

I'm flattered you enjoy them so much!

The secret is describing what I wish would happen to me, haha. I try to like…focus on sensory details (what a tiny would feel/smell/hear) and imagery to kinda sell the idea that the boy is more of a “place” than an individual—if that makes sense.

Their face is soon eclipsed by a vast wall of white, falling atop the microscopic world in an avalanche of thick fabric and chemical product. It drags across hundreds of relative miles, crushing anything that didn't immediately succumb to the onslaught of caustic fluid.

The first wipe clears the desk of any evidence, erasing millions of germs...and anyone of comparable size.

"I'll have to recalibrate it before the next test..."

The disinfecting wipe joins dozens of others, unceremoniously dumped into a nearby waste bin.

So infinitesimal that they don't even *need* to be present, the negligible bit of body heat lingering across a frayed cushion or long-forgotten footprint increasing the temperature in the air by several dozen degrees...

Conversely:

Unable to discern the towering spires and elaborate grandeur of the final boss's castle as you peer down at the "glowing dust" at the center of the sprawling continent—the once-detailed landmass reduced to vague smudges of green and grey.

Credits roll with a slight shift of your foot.

The mercenary who was a bit *too* flirty with him at the tavern?

Left to swim in an ocean of cheap mead, the border walls barely a blur in the far distance—so vast they seemed to stretch towards the heavens themselves.

Served to the friendly farmhand two tables over. Disappearing between his lips.

The demon lord, resurrected from her thousand-year slumber to once again lead her hellish armies to the surface world?

Crimson flesh mangled beyond recognition, broken limbs faintly twitching beneath the underside of his well-worn boots. A quick grind and scrape puts a permanent end to her rule.

The airship of a rival kingdom, intent on laying waste to the countryside?

*CLAP*

Splintered wood and shattered metal decorate his smooth, uncalloused palms, the smattering of dust unceremoniously wiped upon his robes. Reduced to the size of gnats...and dealt with in the same manner.

Above, a young man casually settles his foot across a section of the city, neither trying nor avoiding stepping on the pale, ant-sized human between the indistinct, square blocks below. His next step is unperturbed, the tread rising to reveal a distinct crimson splatter amid the grey detritus.

A ratty sneaker slams down upon the cityscape, her body disappearing with a grisly *crunch* — joining the chorus of cracking glass and metal as the surrounding buildings crumble beneath its weight. The shockwave radiates outward, mangling the man's body and sending him careening across the street...