Oh, Danny Boy
@covencat.bsky.social
He/Him | 21 | NSFW account | I write about large dudes doing unspeakably cruel things. Follow at your own discretion | You can find my work at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/covencat
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Oh, Danny Boy
@covencat.bsky.social
· Jun 20
Taught They Couldn't Cope by CovenCat
The dead cat came out, his hands and paws wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face.. . Which is to say: long time no se ...
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Office work can be quite dangerous when you are as big as a pebble to your coworkers, and you can read all about it in my new story, featuring the lovely @gmmy.bsky.social ! Come read it at:
www.furaffinity.net/view/61291787/
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Being chastised by the miles-tall giant who is destroying your country under their feet for not showing them enough resistance so as to make this rampage fun for them.
"Don't you guys have some, like, nukes or something? Just swatting at these gnats you call jets is honestly getting real boring."
"Don't you guys have some, like, nukes or something? Just swatting at these gnats you call jets is honestly getting real boring."
December 13, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Being chastised by the miles-tall giant who is destroying your country under their feet for not showing them enough resistance so as to make this rampage fun for them.
"Don't you guys have some, like, nukes or something? Just swatting at these gnats you call jets is honestly getting real boring."
"Don't you guys have some, like, nukes or something? Just swatting at these gnats you call jets is honestly getting real boring."
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Sweaty boy paws on my face. Make it happen.
December 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Sweaty boy paws on my face. Make it happen.
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✨ Be careful what ancient powers you toy with, it might just be more than your little facility can handle~ by @nommz.bsky.social feat @cutternut.bsky.social !
December 8, 2025 at 12:54 AM
✨ Be careful what ancient powers you toy with, it might just be more than your little facility can handle~ by @nommz.bsky.social feat @cutternut.bsky.social !
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Marx and Engels Moomin
December 6, 2025 at 11:56 PM
Marx and Engels Moomin
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Hands on your hips, a salacious smile on your face, you slowly, teasingly start to take off your clothes, exposing more and more of your skin, eyes locked on the small petri dish atop your nightstand and the miniaturized city within it, stripteasing for your captive audience of millions of germs.
December 17, 2024 at 2:52 AM
Hands on your hips, a salacious smile on your face, you slowly, teasingly start to take off your clothes, exposing more and more of your skin, eyes locked on the small petri dish atop your nightstand and the miniaturized city within it, stripteasing for your captive audience of millions of germs.
I highly enjoy it when we get to see just a teensy bit of the figure of a micro who is otherwise completely hidden beneath a body part or object.
An arm sticking out from underneath a socked foot, flailing around aimlessly.
Tiny legs kicking the plush flesh of the rear smothering their owner.
An arm sticking out from underneath a socked foot, flailing around aimlessly.
Tiny legs kicking the plush flesh of the rear smothering their owner.
December 4, 2025 at 6:59 PM
I highly enjoy it when we get to see just a teensy bit of the figure of a micro who is otherwise completely hidden beneath a body part or object.
An arm sticking out from underneath a socked foot, flailing around aimlessly.
Tiny legs kicking the plush flesh of the rear smothering their owner.
An arm sticking out from underneath a socked foot, flailing around aimlessly.
Tiny legs kicking the plush flesh of the rear smothering their owner.
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@pikearts.bsky.social is kinda awesome
June 1, 2025 at 9:18 PM
@pikearts.bsky.social is kinda awesome
A marauding group of bandits' reign of terror coming to an abrupt end as the harmless-looking, robe-wearing lad they decide to rob, upon finding himself surrounded by a dozen dagger-wielding outlaws, merely smirks and utters a quiet incantation, instantly demoting them all to the size of bugs.
December 2, 2025 at 11:22 PM
A marauding group of bandits' reign of terror coming to an abrupt end as the harmless-looking, robe-wearing lad they decide to rob, upon finding himself surrounded by a dozen dagger-wielding outlaws, merely smirks and utters a quiet incantation, instantly demoting them all to the size of bugs.
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micros make up ur mind its hard to tell
comm for @/rskolewds.bsky.social !!
comm for @/rskolewds.bsky.social !!
September 21, 2025 at 11:01 PM
micros make up ur mind its hard to tell
comm for @/rskolewds.bsky.social !!
comm for @/rskolewds.bsky.social !!
Nanoscopic civilizations expediently located atop of waist-high countertops and tables, constantly threatened with being sat on, wiped into oblivion with a cloth, or crushed beneath a glass or mug by the very same deity whose sweatpants-clad rear and bulge invade their horizon every morning.
November 28, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Nanoscopic civilizations expediently located atop of waist-high countertops and tables, constantly threatened with being sat on, wiped into oblivion with a cloth, or crushed beneath a glass or mug by the very same deity whose sweatpants-clad rear and bulge invade their horizon every morning.
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The best type of macro content is that which reads like a horror work.
Powerlessness, to a degree that shouldn't be possible. Something ordinary, lowly, even, like a foot or a rear, taking the shape of the apocalypse. Your existence at the hands of a body part turned into a meteor.
Powerlessness, to a degree that shouldn't be possible. Something ordinary, lowly, even, like a foot or a rear, taking the shape of the apocalypse. Your existence at the hands of a body part turned into a meteor.
May 4, 2025 at 7:09 PM
The best type of macro content is that which reads like a horror work.
Powerlessness, to a degree that shouldn't be possible. Something ordinary, lowly, even, like a foot or a rear, taking the shape of the apocalypse. Your existence at the hands of a body part turned into a meteor.
Powerlessness, to a degree that shouldn't be possible. Something ordinary, lowly, even, like a foot or a rear, taking the shape of the apocalypse. Your existence at the hands of a body part turned into a meteor.
hey guys what if a big person stepped on a small person
November 24, 2025 at 12:35 AM
hey guys what if a big person stepped on a small person
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Mission for DreadKatKing on Twit
November 20, 2025 at 11:36 PM
Mission for DreadKatKing on Twit
And for my six-hundred-sixty-sixth post on this website:
haughty and prideful individuals being punished for their arrogance in the afterlife by being cursed with a size inversely proportional to that of their egos, spending all of eternity being trampled and toyed with by demons of all sorts.
haughty and prideful individuals being punished for their arrogance in the afterlife by being cursed with a size inversely proportional to that of their egos, spending all of eternity being trampled and toyed with by demons of all sorts.
November 19, 2025 at 11:19 PM
And for my six-hundred-sixty-sixth post on this website:
haughty and prideful individuals being punished for their arrogance in the afterlife by being cursed with a size inversely proportional to that of their egos, spending all of eternity being trampled and toyed with by demons of all sorts.
haughty and prideful individuals being punished for their arrogance in the afterlife by being cursed with a size inversely proportional to that of their egos, spending all of eternity being trampled and toyed with by demons of all sorts.
Shrinking down to the size of a mote of dust after your careless friend accidentaly sits down on the wireless controller connected to your cloaker.
Best hope they didn't break it under their weight, too.
Best hope they didn't break it under their weight, too.
November 14, 2025 at 11:58 PM
Shrinking down to the size of a mote of dust after your careless friend accidentaly sits down on the wireless controller connected to your cloaker.
Best hope they didn't break it under their weight, too.
Best hope they didn't break it under their weight, too.
cute monster boys with big butts
November 9, 2025 at 8:13 PM
cute monster boys with big butts
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Guy who's secretly aware of your foot fetish and constantly creates elaborate situations to justify having his used socks or his sweaty toes all over your face, feigning complete innocence while you blush yourself into looking like a tomato
March 31, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Guy who's secretly aware of your foot fetish and constantly creates elaborate situations to justify having his used socks or his sweaty toes all over your face, feigning complete innocence while you blush yourself into looking like a tomato
I think twinks should be allowed to shrink down and step on people they don't like with no repercussions
November 7, 2025 at 12:32 AM
I think twinks should be allowed to shrink down and step on people they don't like with no repercussions
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Shrinking three friends and having one of them choose which of the other two gets to live.
Doing the exact opposite of what they say to get the biggest rise out of them.
#darkerbug
Doing the exact opposite of what they say to get the biggest rise out of them.
#darkerbug
November 1, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Shrinking three friends and having one of them choose which of the other two gets to live.
Doing the exact opposite of what they say to get the biggest rise out of them.
#darkerbug
Doing the exact opposite of what they say to get the biggest rise out of them.
#darkerbug
Oh, to be accidentaly shrunk by a nerdy, socially awkward scientist lad alongside some other test volunteers and, now a single milimiter in height, having to survive his looming, unaware self and traverse his lab in a desperate quest to alert him of our presence and predicament.
October 31, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Oh, to be accidentaly shrunk by a nerdy, socially awkward scientist lad alongside some other test volunteers and, now a single milimiter in height, having to survive his looming, unaware self and traverse his lab in a desperate quest to alert him of our presence and predicament.