Giant Tiny Fluff Novels & Stories

Just as I was ready to leave the beach, my stride was interrupted by the pitter patter of feet crunching in the sand. A pixie appeared nearby, eyes too large for its face, pointy ears, shimmery wings flapping lightly as it moved. Pixies are small in stature and this one was only the height of a five year old. Its tiny figure was holding a scroll too large for its body, swaying as it approached me. And as soon as the scroll lay in my hands, the pixie twirled and vanished, leaving a trail of dust and glitter in its wake.

A loud knock sounded from the other side before it swung open. “The wee lass has finally woken.” A tall creature said cheerfully. His voice was raspy. I looked over him with wide eyes. His skin was a sickly green colour, his wild hair a bright orange. His bottom teeth stuck out from his lower lip. He was a ghastly creature. By the looks of it, he was a dwarf giant, but the books never gave any of the things I had seen so far enough justice. “Careful if you stare any longer. I might think you fancy me.” The giant laughed, shaking the whole house.

Tyrell adds. Holy fucking hell, they just got an even more massive Phantom; that’s what Kylani named the tiger, he stands well over 14’ at his shoulders, and Jade, as Mykenzie named the panther, stands well over 12’ at his shoulders. All I can do is stand there and stare. I have never seen any animal as massive as these two. I watch as the girls walk in, and they start rubbing against the girl's legs like two overgrown house cats. I just shake my head and walk over and hug the girls.

Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic.

Well—the hunk of a man is half-naked. I keep forgetting how huge he is. Mostly because his mere presence is overwhelming and intimidating enough, it distracts from how more giant he is than human. And not even in a gross, bodybuilder kind of way —not that there's anything wrong with them— but in a toned, Greek god kind of huge. I must look like a frail Victorian child next to him. All sculpted muscles, lean, flat abs and healthy, glowing bronze skin. His jet black hair is even disheveled, for the first time since he's imprisoned me. And he's wearing glasses. What a whore. I never knew he wore glasses. That's hot for some reason.

Clio said and Erica smiled. Amidst the foliage, fantastical creatures were present in the garden, “What are those?” Erica said as she saw tiny men in the garden walking through the flowers. They were so tiny that one of them could fit in her palm. “Those are called Xotika, they take care of the garden.” Xotikas were flitting through the trees, their laughter tinkling like wind chimes they were dancing on sunbeams, their wings glimmering with iridescent hues; there were colorful birds as well, their colorful wings flowing as they grazed on the nectar-filled blossoms.

With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots. Gemma snorted, finally dropping her arms from her chest. “Oh, I see how it is. I’m going out looking like a country bumpkin, and you’re going out all glitz and glam.” Freddy paused, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure I have something in my closet that’ll fit you—mini skirt and sparkly tank included—if you really want to change?”

“You work out? Jog?” “Sometimes with my dad. Mostly we have training every afternoon but not always,” I said. “Yeah, that’s why you’re so tiny,” he said and chuckled. “I’m not considered tiny where I’m from,” I said, although I had to admit that Kiran had a lot more bulk than I had. I was also still a head shorter than him. “Compared to your family, you are tiny, man,” he said with a laugh. “No worries, little K, we’ll quickly change that.”

The man growled at this, though somehow I knew it came out as a sort of scoff. He huffed, "women" he grunted underneath his breath, "you're tiny." I glanced down at my self, I didn't think I was that small, but apparently according to him I was tiny. which was true, but unfair..the man was freaking giant. He huffed once again, moving away,

The little fluff ball sat on the bed frame when Demi called her. 'Yes?' It moved over to her and sat down. "You're getting bigger." Demi noticed that his white fluff was getting thicker and he was getting larger. The first time she met it (Nova), he was only as big as her middle finger, now, she was as bigger as her whole hand.