Krysta Berkhart
@krystaberkhart.bsky.social
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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.
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The shrinking escalated quickly there 😊
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Wearing high heeled boots … not something I’m fond of usually, but it’s all part of my effort to keep others from realizing I am shrinking.
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Supremely confident girls whose sizes are related to how self assured they are …

Those who radiate extraordinary confidence find themselves so immense that the tallest buildings don’t even reach their knees …
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She is at her desk, and even though seated, from my perspective she rivals a mountain in stature.

She gazes down at the desktop, and squints momentarily before a smirk forms.

“Oh, there you are. Can barely see you.”

I’m less than a speck … actually a speck would be a step up from my current size.
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Being tiny feels so absolutely right.

On the ground amidst dirt, bugs, flattened wads of gum, and cigarette butts.

So minuscule. Barely anything at all.

People lead their lives high above, while I scurry away from their footsteps, and subsist on their discarded crumbs.
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She looms over me, her crotch in my face …

Looking at her friend, she growls and gestures at me, “Why is this thing still that size?”

Her gaze falls onto me, “Well? Why?”

I have no idea how to respond.

She steps closer, “Don’t just stand there. Get smaller, stupid”
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I never knew just how delicious this stuff is until recently. Now, I have a jar stashed in my desk.
Jar of Nutella next to my blue coffee cup.
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We made our way to the free weights.

She grasped a dumbbell … one heavier than what she worked out with earlier in the week.

Her forearm knotted-up, bicep bulged as she curled the weight.

Again, her efforts tapped into my essence; causing strength and mass to trickle away from me and into her …
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Hope that’s a good “Gods damn”

☺️
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She ran a massive hand over her shaved scalp, and looked down on me.

“Wipe down the bench.”

There was no need to tell me, as I was already about to do so … but her command caused me to practically swoon.

She leaned down, lips near my ear, “Look at my little slave. So eager to please …”
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Where is the boundary between her mind control and my slavish desire to submit?

When I grovel at her feet … I want to do so, so desperately. And she wishes it to, as my display pleases her …

Are my emotions, thoughts, and beliefs my own … or is she enforcing her ways upon those deep concepts?
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Watching the local news …

As the anchor looks into the camera … I imagine her eyes and voice overwhelming all who are viewing.

Every passing second sees more and more people falling her her charm …

Soon, she’ll have the entire city wrapped around her little finger …
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Moon Light does have a feel …

What effect it has, I don’t know, but it’s lovely to be within that bright silvery glow.
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Every rep, every exerted bit of energy causes her to tap into my essence.

Size m… strength …mass … all drains from me into her.

Within 30 minutes she’s added 3 extra inches to her height. Her broad muscular frame is even thicker and denser.

“You did good”

Her deeper voice causes me to shiver …
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I feel the spectral bond between us.

She’s on the bench press … “You ready, babe?”

I nod.

She pushes the bar over her chest. Huge arms shake a bit at first, but energy is flowing into her… my energy.

“Fuck! You feel that?!” She grunts.

The next time she pushes the bar … it’s effortless…
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Experimental weight-loss medicines that have an unexpected and dramatic shrinking side effect …
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The back of my shirt pinched between the fingertips of a muscle-girl.

I dangle helplessly as she looks me over while licking her lips.

“Where did you get your shoes, and tell me they make them in my size.”

She drops me in her massive, calloused palm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there…”
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Hello big, bright, beautiful Moon 💙
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Hey, wait a minute … well , yes that does feel right and makes sense.
Reposted by Krysta Berkhart
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coming by your room to bully you
Jane looking mean in purple eyeshadow
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Somehow being referred to as “idiot” intensifies the image to a whole more powerful levels.
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Haven’t had a serious drink for quite a while …

After a few sips I’m already feeling that delightful warmth and my brain will be all mushy in no time
Stout in a glass sitting on deck railing