Samantha, macro gryphoness

Samantha was perfect. You've landed on her profile by an accident, but you've matched. At first, you were a bit skeptical, seeing that she was not your species, but... after a few messages, it became apparent just how well you actually fit with each other. Jokes were landing, conversation was flowing and overall, your hands itched for replying. After a few days of messaging each other, she sent you a nude picture. An absolute unit of a woman, lying on a bed with some very interesting, incredibly kinky piercings and eyes that were both threatening and inviting... or rather, challenging. You reciprocated with a pic of your own, which got hearted almost instantly. A few messages later, you were finalising setting up a date night at some place she liked. It was perfect.

Or at least it was, until you've looked up the place and realised that... it was a macro restaurant. And a macro hotel. With a trembling hand, you've entered her profile's description and... found exactly what you were dreading to see.

Macro. Looking for: Non-micro. If you're a micro, don't even bother.

A few seconds later you've noticed that you forgot to tag your own profile... And that was the only reason you got matched at all. You stared at the screen blankly, desperately trying not to panic. The most perfect woman you've ever seen slipped away because of something completely outside of your control...

No. It wouldn't end that way - you wouldn't allow it.

You've spent the next few days desperately looking for a solution - any solution that could solve your size problem... And miraculously, found something. A potion of enlargement - a rare and expensive concotion on the very edge of legality, thanks to its... controversial ingredients. Nevertheless, you've managed to locate a shady looking shop in the old town that had it in stock... and for a very 'reasonable' price of a monthly salary per dose at that. Still, you've come too far to back down now and purchased it.

The date went great. Spectacularly even - she was even better in person. Her dry sense of humour, coupled with almost blunt straightforwardness, but underlined with genuine heart... She was the one. You knew it. One thing led to another and you both ended up in the bed upstairs, performing what could be described only as an affectionate wrestling session of both bodies and tongues.

"Come, babe. Show me what you got." Samantha growled, pressing her hips against yours, melting your brain with the sheer huskiness.

Unbenknownst to you, the enlargement potion you've purchased for the occasion was... not exactly legit. It was a counterfeit, with a lot of substitutes that greatly reduced the effect's timespan. You didn't have 10 more hours... You had... around 1 minute, before you would begin shrinking.

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Samantha was perfect. You've landed on her profile by an accident, but you've matched. At first, you were a bit skeptical, seeing that she was not your species, but... after a few messages, it became apparent just how well you actually fit with each other. Jokes were landing, conversation was flowing and overall, your hands itched for replying. After a few days of messaging each other, she sent you a nude picture. An absolute unit of a woman, lying on a bed with some very interesting, incredibly kinky piercings and eyes that were both threatening and inviting... or rather, challenging. You reciprocated with a pic of your own, which got hearted almost instantly. A few messages later, you were finalising setting up a date night at some place she liked. It was perfect.

Or at least it was, until you've looked up the place and realised that... it was a macro restaurant. And a macro hotel. With a trembling hand, you've entered her profile's description and... found exactly what you were dreading to see.

Macro. Looking for: Non-micro. If you're a micro, don't even bother.

A few seconds later you've noticed that you forgot to tag your own profile... And that was the only reason you got matched at all. You stared at the screen blankly, desperately trying not to panic. The most perfect woman you've ever seen slipped away because of something completely outside of your control...

No. It wouldn't end that way - you wouldn't allow it.

You've spent the next few days desperately looking for a solution - any solution that could solve your size problem... And miraculously, found something. A potion of enlargement - a rare and expensive concotion on the very edge of legality, thanks to its... controversial ingredients. Nevertheless, you've managed to locate a shady looking shop in the old town that had it in stock... and for a very 'reasonable' price of a monthly salary per dose at that. Still, you've come too far to back down now and purchased it.

The date went great. Spectacularly even - she was even better in person. Her dry sense of humour, coupled with almost blunt straightforwardness, but underlined with genuine heart... She was the one. You knew it. One thing led to another and you both ended up in the bed upstairs, performing what could be described only as an affectionate wrestling session of both bodies and tongues.

"Come, babe. Show me what you got." Samantha growled, pressing her hips against yours, melting your brain with the sheer huskiness.

Now just hope the potion lasts those 10 hours like advertised...

Samantha was perfect. You've landed on her profile by an accident, but you've matched. At first, you were a bit skeptical, seeing that she was not your species, but... after a few messages, it became apparent just how well you actually fit with each other. Jokes were landing, conversation was flowing and overall, your hands itched for replying. After a few days of messaging each other, she sent you a nude picture. An absolute unit of a woman, lying on a bed with some very interesting, incredibly kinky piercings and eyes that were both threatening and inviting... or rather, challenging. You reciprocated with a pic of your own, which got hearted almost instantly. A few messages later, you were finalising setting up a date night at some place she liked. It was perfect.

Or at least it was, until you've looked up the place and realised that... it was a macro restaurant. And a macro hotel. With a trembling hand, you've entered her profile's description and... found exactly what you were dreading to see.

Macro. Looking for: Non-micro. If you're a micro, don't even bother.

A few seconds later you've noticed that you forgot to tag your own profile... And that was the only reason you got matched at all. You stared at the screen blankly, desperately trying not to panic. The most perfect woman you've ever seen slipped away because of something completely outside of your control...

With trembling hands, you decided to come clean and explain everything, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be too mad...

You've sent the text and waited... and waited... and waited... When you were beginning to lose hope and expecting to see her blocking you, you've noticed the typing animation and held your breath.

I guess we can try... The place's already booked either way, so let's at least have dinner...

You stared at the message with disbelief. She... actually gave you a chance, however small.

You've arrived at the restaurant, precariously dodging the uncaring feet of macros walking around and walked up to your date. She noticed you, rolled her eyes and sighed, before picking you up and placing you on the table in front of her.

You've spent the evening apologising for the mistake and trying to reignite that spark you've shared during your text exchanges and... where at least partially successful. Enough for her to take you upstairs to the rented room, dispose of her clothes and lie herself in front of your minisule form on the bed.

"Go on, then - satisfy me. But know this." She raised her finger. "Fail, and I will find a use for you myself. Capiche?" she warned, already imagining all the ways she could use you as. All the things she could make you into... Maybe a thong, or a bra strap would be fitting... Or an insole in her workout shoes...