The Tiny Vendor [M/f Short Story]
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A simple story with tiny women and chubby men. Not enough of them out there.
Most of you have probably already seen this on Reddit, but I thought I’d post it on here because it seems to fit the ethos of the place.
CONTAINS: Vore, crushing, sweat
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Ashley looked up at the hot sun beating down on her momentarily before getting back to work. Her job was dispensing a certain snack to the crowd at the baseball game. She looked down at the snack tray strapped around her shoulders positioned at her midsection. She saw the snacks: tiny women.There were a whole lot of them in the deep tray Ashley was hauling around the stadium. Each one was only about two inches tall. They all had nothing on except little edible ropes tied around their wrists and ankles, as well as tape on their mouths. They were helpless for the most part, only able to squirm pointlessly against fate. They all had makeup on that doubled as seasoning. The tape prevented them from speaking or being too loud, but all of them together created an audible cacophony of frantic muffled screaming.
Ashley was brought back to focus when an audience member called for her. “Hey! I need some snacks!” he yelled, snapping his fingers. She walked down the stairs over to his seat. She grabbed a random tiny from the tray, barely even looking at it before she handed it over to the fat man. He didn’t need to give her any money. These tiny women were so abundant and cheap it didn’t really make sense to charge for them.
The fat man grabbed the tiny woman, a busty blonde, that was handed to him into his fist. He held her up to his face. “A good one,” he said and the poor creature writhed desperately at the smell of his breath. His breath only got worse as he burped right in her face. He then opened his mouth and stuck half of her in. With one quick, thoughtless bite, he chomped her in half. Ashley couldn’t look away. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, but it was definitely upsetting each time. She was always uncomfortable with how these poor things were treated. She really wanted another job. She felt her heart sink after hearing that familiar crunch. The fat man requested a few more tinies so Ashley obliged, dumping a handful onto his sweaty thigh beside his big, round belly. Their fates were sealed.
She couldn’t stare too long without it being weird. She decided to go more toward the seats in front, continuing it walk down the stairs. As she was doing so, lost in thought, she made a misstep and almost fell down. Her body jerked forward and she had to grab the back of a seat to prevent her from tumbling. She was ultimately safe, but the movement caused some tinies to fall out of her tray into the surrounding area. Some landed on the steps while one landed on an empty seat. Ashley looked at them with a frown. What should she do? She couldn’t really pick with up with spilling even more onto the ground. Should she even pick them up? They’ve been on the ground now. People probably wouldn’t want to eat them now. After she figured out she should probably just leave them there, she felt bad again, watching their fragile naked bodies squirm against the burning hot concrete floor.
Ashley then felt someone coming from behind. She stepped aside allowing another fat man in the audience walk past her. He was using the bathroom but now he was ready to retake his seat. He didn’t notice the tinies on the ground, and he wouldn’t have stopped if he did. He stepped on them and they instantly gave way under his immense weight with a wet crunch. He left a red stain on stadium steps and on the bottom of his shoe. There was nothing left of them besides blood and chunks stuck in his treads.
He walked over to the empty seating and came to reclaim his spot. The tiny woman on the seat panicked. She was already in a terrible situation, stuck on the gross seat with the ambient smell of decades of butt sweat. Now, the fat man’s giant, sweaty ass was coming right toward her. He sat down and did not feel her at all. It was unclear to Ashley what happened to the tiny. She was either crushed instantly, suffocated under the weight, or drowned in his sweat. Either way, she was certainly dead. Ashley’s skin crawled imagining being in that poor woman’s place. “Hey,” said the fat man who sat on her, “Hand me a few, will ya?” Ashley hated this job.
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@IndependentFish Nice~.
