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Krysta Berkhart 🏳️‍⚧️
@krystaberkhart.bsky.social
The shy, innocent girl who prattles on and on about her kinks and fantasies. Lots of size kink posts with the occasional thought about birds, houseplants, what I’m drinking, and The Moon. Still though, it’s kink… mostly kink.
I’ll never be tired of imagining turning into a tiny mouse-girl while my partner becomes a cat-girl …
November 29, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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what is wrong with you
November 29, 2025 at 12:05 AM
When the creepy stalker shrinks my office building down to a size where he can pluck the entire 8-story structure between the tip of his thumb and index finger…
November 29, 2025 at 5:39 PM
I want to be at her feet.

I need her to want me at her feet.

Dual moments of reveling in something powerful.

Potent energies from two different perspectives.

Each feeding the others intensities…
November 29, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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You can feel it like a heart beating within this temple
November 29, 2025 at 1:55 AM
The light, confident knock on my door.

I dreaded it…

Was excited to hear it…

He waited until I opened the door.

His slender, toned body leaning against the doorway was otherworldly, and on full display in black tights & sparkly crop-top.

The view, along with his cocky grin made me feel faint…
November 29, 2025 at 4:20 PM
New fantasies unlocked since yesterday:

Prison size fantasies.

Belonging to the thickly built alpha prisoner. Complete submission as I tend to her limitless desires, wants and needs.

I’m a plaything, pet & slave.

My face buried between her colossal ass cheeks, and that’s when I start to shrink…
November 29, 2025 at 3:48 PM
My house, with me inside, shrank so puny that it fits within a delicate little teardrop pendant…

My entire world hanging from a thin gold chain around her neck.

Too tiny for anyone to realize it’s a real house.

Her body heat, scents and heartbeat all so powerful from my minuscule perspective.
November 28, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Naught thought early this morning as I made coffee.

As I measured and put beans in the grinder, a … sensitive part of me was resting against the edge of the counter.

Started pushing a bit as I imagined I was standing over a skyscraper.

Mind visualizing concrete crumbling… steel bending…
November 28, 2025 at 4:23 PM
I sit in the pretty birdcage, angry and hurt.

She sticks her finger through the bars, but I step away.

“Oh sweetie, that’s not how this game is played. Acting like that has consequences.”

Holding out her palm, a swirl of pink mist appears, “Love. Lust. Need…”

Gently, she blows the mist onto me.
November 28, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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Good morning to Brazilian reporter Manuela Borges, who’s been waiting eleven years for this petty moment. ❤️ 🇧🇷
November 26, 2025 at 1:04 PM
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A package hasn't "shipped" if you've only "created the label"
November 25, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Feeling that desire … or is it a need?

My lips on a gorgeous backside.

Lavishing kiss after kiss upon it.

And when they signal, pressing my face firmly against perfection.

Utter surrender …
November 25, 2025 at 4:21 PM
It’s odd and really very disturbing how being disdained by someone has a way of making me feel attracted to them.
November 25, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Rich tourist visiting America …

Souvenirs will simply not do when she can shrink the real things.

The Statue of Liberty? She fancies it, so it … and everyone inside, miniaturized to a suitably puny size.

Willis Tower? Hardly impressive when it dwindles to a height slightly less than her pinky…
November 24, 2025 at 11:07 PM
This candle… its wax so painful…

But when she pours it upon my six inch tall body?

The delight in her expression as I gasp…

I squirm as a pool covers my right arm.

Gaze glitters dangerously and I stop moving.

The way her lips curve up…

Another tip of the candle, and my other arm is covered..
November 24, 2025 at 10:49 PM
My mind and heart being so rapidly molded by her …

Love and desire fill me, and she doesn’t just intend to exploit this … but she said it to my face.

As all my memories, thoughts, and emotions slip away into nothing … I realize I can grasp hold of them …

But I let them be crushed by her power…
November 24, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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ducking behind or under dollhouse furniture, hiding out of sight. i wanna see a massive hand fill the room and feel around for me. (づ.ど)
November 24, 2025 at 8:05 PM
So there is a look …

Thick glasses. Piercings. Tattoos. Doc Martens. Very laid back and confident demeanor.

There is no way I should ever be taller than this person.
November 24, 2025 at 7:21 PM
Those nagging “BIG” thoughts.

I remember old giantess stories & collages of fabulous women in bikinis lounging in the bay of a city

That appeals…

Hanging out carefree while being a colossal nuisance. Amusing myself by disrupting a major bridge or all the ships trying to get through the waterway…
November 24, 2025 at 2:04 PM
I want an expensive fancy camera just so I can take pictures of The Moon.
November 23, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Nothing to hide behind…

Every structure, no matter how tall is still smaller than me.

I’m immense …towering over everything and everyone.

All eyes on me.

She’s on my shoulder.

“…you’re missing the point of being big, babe…”

My whisper still reverberates, “which is?”

She grins, “step on them…”
November 22, 2025 at 7:29 PM
When the bad-ass that everyone wants to see get knocked down a peg shrinks to doll-size …

But rather than be a frightened victim, she’s still a bad-ass and still dominates with casual ease.
November 22, 2025 at 7:12 PM
When she is so magnificently colossal that each strand in her fence-net stockings are as thick as the cables found on the Golden Gate Bridge …
November 22, 2025 at 5:59 PM