I’m pleased to offer my short story entry for this year’s 2026 September Kinky Scribbles challenge!

Skip to the story content section if you want to jump right in.

I believe this is the first year I’ve ever been the first person to finish a story in the challenge (or at least the first person who completed the online submission form about it) but I hope we’ll see many more entries this year. In 2025 we set a record for 33 stories by 31 authors, which makes me wonder what the next 25 days will bring.

Life has been extremely stressful for me this year, but I had some luck in the stars aligning today to give me a long window of privacy with some downtime. I also lucked into some inspiration from the ever-amazing Tail-Blazer, who shared some art of a WIP that happened to feature one of my favorite sex positions for growing and shrinking: face-sitting. Classic. (Please support him on his Patreon so he can keep making sexy art!)

I’d actually attempted a kinky scribble earlier this week, writing 400 words of one of my old standby fantasies that I’ve never yet turned into erotica. In the end, while it was a good start, I could see that I wanted it to have a much longer project with more time and care than the kinky scribble flash fiction format allows. No problem there! I gave myself permission to let that one go for now and keep “whistling for discovery” as Lani Diane Rich puts it in her How Story Works podcast.

Part of the kinky scribble flash fiction format asks us to consider how long it actually takes to write a story with a quick turnaround. If you’re wondering why a neurodivergent writer cares about this, please see Christi Newrutzen’s helpful YouTube series, How Long Does It Actually Take?

So in that spirit, here is my personal transparency breakdown of how I spent my time. (I do not expect others to go into this much detail, you can just say “I think it took me a few hours” and that does the trick, too.)

While writing I may have used some of my hyperfocus ability, but I did not work straight through from start to finish like I used to, because I’m getting better at prioritizing my mental health and rest. I started at around 10:30 Saturday morning and took multiple breaks for meals, chores, a long bubble bath with a good book, etc. That’s why I designed the scribble format to say “publish within 24 hours” because we all need rest!

My personal tally for this project:

• writing (4 hours)
• editing (30 minutes)
• adding content tags (10 minutes)
• formatting the story into Word Press and writing this blog intro (45 minutes)
• making it pretty (30 mins of searching for the right creative commons photo on Unsplash and 15 mins in making the graphics on Canva)
• posting to social media (10 minutes on the Bsky post and Alt Text for accessibility)

So roughly 6.25 hours.

 

Artwork

The photo I used in the banner is by Caleb Lucas on Unsplash.

 

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Story synopsis

Two ladies have a surreal erotic encounter growing and shrinking in a department store fitting room.

 

Story content

Tagging is the only way I know for people online to be able to opt in or out of a sexual experience with fully informed consent. I welcome help in tagging—please let me know when I have missed anything important.

Tags for this story include:

Content tags: F/f – sapphic, growth, shrinking, Giantess, shrunken woman, cunnilingus, face-sitting,  entrapment, outgrowing clothes, shrinking out of clothes, handheld, insertion, masturbation, public play, public sex, exhibitionism, mirrors, body positivity, enthusiastic tiny, BDSM elements, moderate mind control, pheromone arousal, intoxication, body scent, panty-sniffing, humiliation, messy sex, wet clothes, mild objectification, mild claustrophobia, brief off-screen aftercare

 

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TEXT VERSION: Read the text version of the story behind the cut.

AUDIO VERSION: I might record audio for this story. If I get enough requests, I will move it up on my priority list.

 

An Erotic Unreality In A Fitting Room

3574 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2026, all rights reserved.

 

 

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For years, Kira had wished to snuggle herself between a woman’s legs again, but she couldn’t quite believe how her wish was being granted. Or how snug the experience was turning out to be.

She’d been sneaking glances at the woman checking out her curves in the fitting room’s triple mirror. Kira knew better than to be so shameless, no matter how boring her life had become lately. But it had been just the two of them, and when the woman caught Kira looking, she’d held her gaze with an expression that invited more.

“Want to get a closer look?” The woman had run her hands over the hot pink bikini clinging to her ass, giving the price tag a flirty flick. “There’s so much more here that I could show you. If you’re interested, maybe you could help me out.”

Kira had dropped her purse and probably her sanity in the room at the end of the hallway, then approached the larger fitting room common area without hesitation.

Well, maybe next time she should hesitate. Especially before hooking up with an unknown stranger with unknown assets. She pulled in a lungful of air as the woman’s enormous glistening pussy lifted off her, the remains of the pink bikini stretched hard and thin against the inside of her thigh. “How are you—how are you doing this?” Kira squirmed, trapped between the woman’s smooth, strong calves.

“I get off to growing out of clothes,” she said, raising up from her kneeling position. She looked easily twice the size she’d been before. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I mean. Guess I can’t argue with that.” Kira licked the woman’s flavor from her lips. She tasted tangy and a little sweet, and Kira felt more than a bit drunk. Kira’s skin, hair, and even her shirt and bra underneath were coated in wet arousal. That only made her want to taste the woman again.

The giantess smirked down at Kira, whose view of her expression was partly blocked by her tidy bush and two breasts that were swelling as she spoke. Her nipples jutted against the little bikini triangles in an almost alarming way.

“I don’t even know your name!” Kira tried. As if a name could possibly help her make sense of what was happening right on top of her.

The woman laughed, her knees squeezing together around Kira’s body. “Look and lick all you want, but my name is something you earn, little lady.” She dipped her hips lower, teasing her vulva closer until Kira could see that yes, it had grown easily to the size of her own head. Kira’s own cunt ached and she writhed, torn between the thought it might be smart to back out before this got any crazier, and the feeling that she wanted to bury herself in those beautiful pink folds.

“Kiss my clit. Show me you want it.” The giantess rocked her hips downward, angling her vulva until Kira could see the nub poking out like a pink strawberry between the folds. Kira strained upwards, mouth open and hopeful in spite of her own better judgement. But the woman moaned, swelled larger, and when Kira couldn’t reach, the moan became laughter.

Kira blushed with embarrassment—Really? That’s what embarrassed her about all of this?—and tried again. She strained against the leg muscles holding her in place, trying to push herself upwards. She was so close. Her tongue touched the woman’s folds again and they both moaned together.

The giantess swelled bigger, straining the pink fabric beyond its limits. She groaned as it tore free to dangle along the inside of her thigh. “Fuck yes. I love it when clothes finally give in.” Her clit throbbed at the size of a small clementine, and Kira’s mouth watered. “Mmm. Kiss my clit and I’ll tell you what you can call me.”

Kira couldn’t believe how much she wanted to please this woman. Yes, she was a complete stranger, but could that really be true anymore when they were locked in such intimate positions? She nuzzled her face shamelessly into the woman’s folds, wondering again if the woman’s wet arousal was getting her drunk or high or if she was just too turned on to think straight. She arced her body upwards again, reaching with her mouth as the woman moved and teased and rocked against her. Growing. Moaning.

At last Kira’s lips met the hot round clit, now nearly the size of an apple. She kissed the clit, then opened her mouth and sucked with desperation.

The giantess gasped, trembling. She squeezed her legs tightly, then lifted up again.

“That was very well done, little lady. Do you still want to know what to call me? I warn you, once you hear it, there’s no going back. At least, not until I cum. All over this. And all over you.”

She grinned as she plucked the remains of the bikini top off her skin and let it fall down over Kira’s chest. It looked miniscule in comparison with the giantess’s enormous body, which now filled the once-spacious fitting room. She lifted an eyebrow as Kira looked between her and her clit.

“Yes, please!”

It was Kira’s turn to gasp as the immense woman shifted her knees, freeing her, and leaned down, down, folding all her height down until her face came close. Kira shuddered with a blend of arousal and fear as she realized the billboard face was almost as large as she was. Her eyes pinned her in place, flirtatious as they were, and her lips quirked into a smile. Given that her mouth was nearly the width of Kira’s torso, it was a very effective smile.

She came closer, her cheek gazing lightly against Kira’s skin until her mouth spilled a tickle of warm breath over her ear.

“You can call me Mistress,” she whispered. Kira’s whole body shivered with a wave of intense tingles.

“Mistress,” she repeated, and the sense of yearning filled every part of her. She hadn’t even noticed her arms were free until she found herself caressing Mistress’s cheek. Mistress’s lips. “Bigger?” she pleaded.

Mistress smiled, huffing a small laugh that swirled the air over Kira’s skin. “There’s a reason I chose a bargain bikini to destroy today. I can’t afford to add ‘wreck a whole building’ to the tab. I admit, you’re cute enough that I’m damn tempted.” Mistress grazed her enormous lips across the wet fabric plastered over Kira’s breasts. “I bet you’d look so cute in the palm of my hand.”

Kira moaned, feeling the tightening crinkle of her nipples. Mistress’s eyes were closed but her eyelashes tickled along Kira’s face, each strand as soft as a feather.

“Even cuter down between my legs.”

Kira arched her back as Mistress wrapped those warm pillowy lips above and below her breasts, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted skin on skin. Kira grabbed the hem of her soaked shirt and tried to pry it up and over her head. But it tangled with the wet bra beneath, trapping her arms awkwardly. She grunted in frustration and more than a little embarrassment as Mistress chuckled.

“Stop struggling, little lady. I’ve got an idea.” Mistress picked up the tri-fold mirror as easily as a restaurant menu and positioned it between her knees to admire herself and Kira. “Me outgrowing clothes isn’t the only thing that turns me on. Watching others shrink out of them is also incredibly hot. I thought you’d want to admire yourself while I free you from that bra. It really is too tight on you, anyway.”

Mistress placed her fingertip on Kira’s head. The look they shared as they faced the mirror was not unlike the first one that got her into this mess. This incredibly hot mess.

“What do you say, little lady?”

Kira thought she should probably be mortified at the wreck of her appearance, her hair wet with Mistress’s arousal, her drenched clothes askew and wrapped over her arms as if she were a drunk at a bachelorette party. But all she wanted was more. More of Mistress’s lips on her body. On her bare skin. Any lips would do.

“This is a fitting room, isn’t it?” Kira heard herself saying. “I want to see how else we can fit together. Mistress.” She looked down, then back up to meet that powerfully arousing gaze. “Please?”

“Let’s get you undressed, you sweet little thing.”

And the giantess pressed down, sending a cascade of tingles through Kira’s body. Shrinking. Making herself smaller to suit Mistress’s desires.

She watched in the mirror as her body compressed. The shirt that had clung to her and caught over her elbows loosened immediately. The restriction of it released as the fabric billowed around her. She looked down in time to see the cups of her magenta bra gaping open over her breasts as she dwindled.

Mistress moaned above her, caressing the top of her head with a stroking pressure as if she were rubbing her clit. Kira shrank, whimpering with the sheer force of the change. It was as if Mistress’s arousal was a weight pressing down, making her less significant in the face of her own immense body and beauty.

Kira’s clothes swept free from her body, pooling around her like a deflated circus tent. Her eyes widened as she spotted the remains of Mistress’s pink bikini bottoms. Already it was absurdly big to her.

But nowhere near as big as Mistress. She moved her hand to wrap around Kira’s body, lifting her effortlessly in a swooping motion that left Kira dizzy. “You’re like a doll. And damn, but you do look cute as fuck in my hand.”

Kira practically swooned in the bed of her palm as Mistress lowered her face and pressed lips against her now-bare skin. Mistress easily sucked Kira’s tiny breasts between her lips and the sensation left her crying out with pleasure.

Mistress moved her mouth lower, and Kira watched wide-eyed as a tongue half her own height slid between her thighs. She opened her legs as if in a dream, awestruck as Mistress gently clamped her mouth over Kira’s lower half. It was so much sensation she actually yelped when the tip of Mistress’s tongue began licking and flicking at her tiny sex. She reached as if for a bedpost to grab onto, and instead found Mistress’ thumb and pinkie finger. Then she hung onto her sanity as wave after wave of sensation sent her wild with arousal.

It was the deep, vibrating moan that did her in. The orgasm swept through her in full-body shudders as Mistress’ lips and tongue moaned around her. She felt it even down to her legs, feet, and toes, as they pressed directly against the giantess’s throat and the source of that incredible all-encompassing sound.

Kira lay panting in Mistress’s hand for several long minutes, until she realized she was already stroking herself towards another orgasm.

“Someone’s mighty turned on,” the giantess said with a soft laugh. “Glad you’re ready for more, because I certainly am. I don’t get this big just for show, you know. I do it to get off.”

Kira moaned, nodding with a kind of desperation she had never shown to a lover before. But Mistress wanted her desperate. Why else would she wreck her so completely with that glorious mouth and tongue?

Kira knew her own tiny mouth could never hold a candle to what Mistress was capable of, but she wanted to try. Desperately.

Mistress used her free hand to arrange the clothes left behind on the floor, then smirked as she lowered Kira down onto them.

Kira blushed hard as she recognized the crotch of Mistress’s bikini, now practically a hammock to her. She couldn’t help herself, she stretched out over the fabric, then nuzzled it for Mistress’s intoxicating scent.

Part of Kira knew this was downright humiliating, to be rutting like an animal into a stranger’s discarded clothing in the middle of a department store fitting room. Just because she was beautiful—and flirtatious—and big? Kira should be ashamed of herself for giving in to this mad arousal.

Luckily, this part of Kira was small, and had been shrinking in priority and importance with every inch Mistress gained, and every inch Kira herself gave up. Every other part of her wanted to sink deeper into this erotic unreality.

She turned her face into the fabric, breathing deeply of Mistress’ pheromones, and began stroking herself again.

Laughter tumbled down distantly as if from a great height. Kira looked up, and up, and up, to see Mistress towering over her, standing with all the enormity and gravitas of a skyscraper. “So fucking big,” she whispered, amazed that Mistress’s head only barely grazed the ceiling. It looked as if she could catch a cloud with her tongue if she wanted.

Mistress knelt slowly over her, moving just as she had when they were only two women hooking up in a fitting room. But of course nothing about this was just the same. Not even close. Mistress’s thighs widened, each one as thick and tall as a house.

Her vulva loomed above, as Mistress used two fingers to spread her flower-petal labia.

“Oh,” Kira said. “Oh please—”

Mistress slid her legs out to either side and lowered herself down, bringing the whole mountain of her body just above Kira’s tiny frame. Kira lifted her arms and gasped with wonder that she was able to reach and touch this gloriously sensual vulva. She caressed her moaning Mistress, and joined in one more moan of her own as Mistress sank fully down on top of her.

Swaying, gentle grinding, and so much slick arousal that it coated her completely within moments. Kira writhed and caressed under the powerful body of her Mistress, not allowing herself to wonder when she began wishing to become her Mistress’s, that she wanted to belong, she wanted to serve her, she wanted to go deeper—

With all her strength, Kira lifted her knee in time with Mistress’s stroking motion. It took her three tries, but on the third, she felt how to align her body with the opening. Daringly, Kira lifted her feet and felt for the entrance of Mistress’s vagina, and was rewarded with a yelp of laughter, a pause in the movement above.

An immense hand dove into the space and lifted Kira up. Lifted her closer.

Her legs slipped deeper inside.

“Mmm, I love it when a woman knows what she wants. Especially a cute doll like you, trying so hard to be a good toy.” Mistress held her in place for a moment, and Kira searched up the long distance of her bush, her swinging breasts so swollen and beautiful, up to meet Mistress’s eyes. That gaze just melted her. Even with all they were doing, even with Kira buried up to her thighs in Mistress’s warm, inviting pussy, it was Mistress’s gaze that thrilled her most. They hung there suspended, just drinking in the sight of each other.

“Please?” Kira asked.

Mistress bit her lip and released it with a look that left her aching. “Far be it from me to deny my kinky little lady her heart’s desire.”

“Thank you, my Mistress!” Kira called out. She turned in Mistress’s hand to kiss her palm, then gave a deep sigh of pleasure as she worked her way deeper into Mistress’s warm vulva.

It was far harder than slipping into a hot tub, though the heat felt just as good. Kira had to press her legs and hips inside against the pressure of the walls within, but when she was half inside she realized the benefit of that. She released her hold on Mistress’s hand and reveled in the tightness that held her safely in place. She leaned against the folds of Mistress’s vulva to rest for a moment, but then could not resist reaching up, searching among the soft, slick flesh.

Mistress gave a jolt as Kira touched her clit, which was no small movement for someone tiny perched half inside her body. Though the muscles within clenched deliciously against Kira’s legs, the distant walls of the room and the mirror swung drunkenly around her, and Kira clung to Mistress’s folds until the movement eased.

Kira braved a look over her shoulder towards the mirror again. Mistress dominated every inch of its view, but she could still make herself out, a tiny figure nestled against the immense body.

“Oh, you like to look too, do you?” Mistress chuckled as she lifted the mirror and set it down even closer. “We’re beautiful together, aren’t we?” She shifted her body for a better angle and caressed a finger down Kira’s shoulders, back, and ass. The sight of it took her breath away, it was so erotic. In the view from the mirror, she could make out the glistening wetness coating her and all the skin around her.

Not turning away from the spectacle, she reached for the clit again, searching until she found the nub, now erect and throbbing far larger than her hand. She caressed it and drank in the sound and the sight of her Mistress moving in sync with her touch.

Kira was so tiny. Undeniably tiny and practically helpless. Doll-like. She was making herself into a toy for Mistress to fuck. It was a thought so arousing she took the risk of taking her free hand away from its grip on the nearby labia, and sink it into the slick flesh of Mistress’s pussy, down and inside until she could find her own thighs, and at last her own tiny pussy. Her own miniscule clit.

Mistress was enormous, and powerful, and moved around her like quaking geography. Like ocean swells rising and falling in pleasure.

But Kira knew that her touch was what moved this mountain of a giantess. Her tiny, insignificant hand on Mistress’s magnificent clit. Stroking above, as she stroked herself within.

She felt powerful.

Even as she moaned at the top of her lungs, as she moved with all her strength inside and caressing around that tiny-immense part of her Mistress, Kira knew she could not be heard over the volume of that incredible voice. She gave her Mistress everything she had anyway. Stroking, drinking in the flavor of her arousal, the heat and throbbing heartbeat surrounding her.

Mistress bucked and rocked and gripped her so hard that Kira slid deeper within, the clit beyond reach, but it no longer mattered. Mistress’s hand replaced hers, engulfing her vulva in darkness, pushing her toy fully within. Kira’s orgasm wracked her body as she clenched around her own hand, and then Mistress clenched down hard around every part of her, and the mirrored climax swept them both away.

Later, much later, when Kira came to her senses, she found herself curled up nude on the bench in one of the closed-door fitting rooms.

She blinked until she was able to focus on the tidy stack of her own clothing folded next to her. Beyond it sat her purse and a department store bag.

Kira ran a hand groggily through her hair, expecting sticky tangles, but found that her hair was wet and clean, and had even been combed. Her skin felt clean, too. She sniffed the air, then her own arm, and raised an eyebrow to recognize the scent of the hand soap in the department store bathrooms. But underneath it, she still detected the tiniest hint of a scent far more erotic.

For reasons she wasn’t willing to consider too closely, she grinned.

She pulled her clothes on slowly. The shirt and bra were both clean and slightly damp, with a just-out-of-the dryer quality that made her wonder if—she couldn’t let herself imagine it too vividly—but perhaps the bathroom hand dryer had been put to use?

Kira gathered up her purse and was nearly to the door of the fitting room when some part of her made her pick up the department store bag, too.

The sight of the rest of the fitting room, the long hallway leading to the folding mirrors, gave her the sense of being like Alice trying to walk carefully around the Rabbit Hole. All looked as if nothing unusual had taken place there.

Kira paused by the mirrors, gazing at herself fully clothed from three different angles. A twinge of arousal rippled through her and she wondered, had she lost her mind?

Perhaps she should leave the bag here. It was obviously from the stranger she’d locked eyes with before. Nothing good would come from opening it up and confirming that her fantasy had been all in her head. Surely it had been just that. A fantasy.

She turned towards the door that would lead back to the rest of the department store and back into her boring life where things made sense.

She hesitated.

Without looking, she pushed her hand in and pulled out the first thing she felt. Paper. A receipt for the purchase of one bargain-bin bikini. Scrawled in a messy hand underneath, she read:

Hey, little lady,

I’m sure you understand, it’s for the best that we keep this between us, and just a one-time thing. But I wanted to give you a souvenir as thanks for being the best little lay I’ve had in a long time. Promise you’re not crazy.

–M

She reached inside one last time, and smiled.

 

 

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