@olo I never have much luck getting their little feet off the glue trap. And spring traps, even the humane ones, can get messy. That’s why I don’t have a catch and release policy. Once under my control, I keep them under my control.
I like my little pretties safe and sound. As well as for ease of my access to their lovely little bodies. 
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@smolchlo Let me guess, you’re also a jealous tiny. Don’t like being part of a collection as it were.
Not saying you should have to be part of a collection, I’m just wondering if that’s true.
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@smolchlo Clever little one. You would make a wonderful little shoulder devil for some wicked shrink ray owning scientist. Likely have them wrapped around your little finger before their next scheme was thought up.
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@tiny-ivy Well thank you. I am glad I entertained you. I’m not sure if I’ll continue this one. But I really apricate comments. I find they help encourage me to write.
I just had the idea of humans as a happy drug for giant aliens and that’s what came out. Also, the Vore conversation that had been happening must have gotten how could safe vore work stuck in my mind.
Though I had kicked around writing the same story from one of the girl’s perspective. Or more of Murre and Grilyn’s surveying. Or even a secret meeting at Spire Corporation about the find and a way to make harvesting legal.
But, I also have other ongoing stories I haven’t worked on in a bit and a dozen other ideas bouncing in my noggin. Really I just seem to be rambling because I am excited for some attention.
Hope I didn’t babble to much of a reply,
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Hope no one minds, I had this idea worm its way into my brain and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.
I couldn’t find a way to add as a tag: Mild Drug Use References And Tiny As Drug.
Chapter 01: Discovery
“Arriving at the sixth planet inward of unsurveyed system 03785. Scanners show a mild debris field circling the planet within its single satellite’s orbit. Much of which is metals and other minerals. It’s unusual for such a small planet to have its own asteroid field.” Murre recorded as they approached the mostly blue planet.
Grilyn announced, “Electronic signals indicate life with a low level tech advancement. Putting up counter measures to keep whatever dominate life form from detecting us.”
Murre rolled his eyes. “Great, life forms. So much for getting a commission from this survey now.”
“There’s still a possibility. If they are listed below Alliance intelligence levels.” Grilyn suggested.
Murre pointed to the artificial satellites floating willy nilly about the planet. “They have accessed, if limitly, space.”
“Yeah but the readings I’m getting shows they are also pumping volumes of toxins and poisons beyond their planet’s ability to resolve. Heck, looks like they are still using combustion and fossil fuels. How smart could they be?” Grilyn pointed out.
“Yeah, but I still have to log it.” Murre said, sighing.
“Wait, let’s take a look first. Some plant and animal samples to get a reading on the planet first as Spire Corporation hinted at in such situations.” Grilyn aimed to tempt his friend and work partner.
“It was hinted at due to it being against Alliance law to do that.” Murre explained to his slightly shifty friends.
“Found a population center. Making scan of what appears to be the intelligent life.” Grilyn said ignoring his friend’s worry. “Oh wow, they look like us but so adorably tiny.”
“Really, like how tiny?” Murre questioned.
“Like, five to seven ticks.” Grilyn answered. “Look, these ones look like Phins.”
“Phins have appealing females.” Murre shifted his seat to see the images on Grilyn’s screen. “Wow, they look just like them.”
“Poor things only have a digestive stomach. Oh Krone! No way.” Grilyn gasped.
“What?” Murre asked, trying to figure out what reading excited his friend.
“The Keratin in their skin is almost the same chemical mixture as fordehyde crystals.” Grilyn said with a strange smile.
“Fordehyde crystals? So does that mean what I think that means?” Murre asked.
“Yeah, exposing them to more sensitive areas of our skin or holding them in our Appendix stomach would have the same effect as fordehyde.” Grilyn happily explained.
“So would they be safe to interact with or should we note them as a biohazard?” Murre inquired.
“No, they’d be fine to handle. You’d have to have one in you or stroked along your genitals or eyeballs to get a reaction. Best part, since its a natural source there would be less side effects from coming off the high they’ll create.” Grilyn said in a leading way.
“Grilyn they are an intelligent race.” Murre reminded his friend.
“Not a listed intelligent race. Spire would pay top dollar for a natural For-keratin resource like that. Better, a customer could keep one or two as a pet and the Spire could sell accessories for them like cages and little outfits. They would be worth more than any of the other resources in this back water system. Our largest commishion ever better.” Grilyn tempted.
“But they are intelligent. If the authorities found out we didn’t report them.” Murre worried.
“Just classify them as semi-intelligent. Then, if the authorities have an issue with the collection and sale of them, it’ll be Spire that deals with it. Not us tired lonely survey jockeys making a labeling error.” Grilyn suggested.
“I would like a Fordehyde high with less eye pain the next day.” Murre could see the benefits from a slight miss labeling.
“Yes, I mean we should test a couple first.” Grilyn hinted.
“We do need to get some animal samples. And since they are only semi-intelligent.” Murre was quickly warming to the idea.
“I have found a sampling of Phin-like females away from any major population center. Fit and skin warmed by their own physical activity.” Grilyn noted typing the four targets location into the drone’s computer.
“None on the planet will see?” Murre was still a touch worried.
“No, well, maybe a slight few. But it’s not like they would be telling on us to the cops.” Grilyn snickered, launching the drone to catch their pretty samples off a mountain trail.
“Let me know when they arrive so I can hide us on the back of the planet’s moon. Hate to get spotted out in the open while enjoying the high.” Murre advised.
“Yeah, Alliance would get an automatic report about what’s here if we crashed on that planet.” Grilyn said with a laugh.
The drone brought back its collected treasure and Murre landed softly on the dark side of that small moon. With a touch of fanfare Grilyn said, “And our samples.”
Murre looked at the four lovely little creatures. Something about how scared they were of him helped block out he was about to break intergalactic law. Slender with different lengths of black hair like stereotypical Phinian females, only just a few ticks high. Grilyn said they were on a mountain trail. But from the heeled shoes and short skirts on a few of them it was likely a well groomed trail. This made Murre question how far they really were from a population center. But a strange arousal pushed that away for later.
“So, how should we do this? Flip a coin to see who picks first?” Grilyn asked in almost a whisper.
“Yeah, that seems fair.” Murre sighed back. One of the samples was chittering at him in scared tones and that in itself was giving him a high he didn’t know he wanted.
“Ship, flip a coin please.” Grilyn requested the onboard computer.
“Result is heads.” it replied.
“Great. But which of us is heads.” Murre noted fighting the urge to drool.
“Right, well, how about we flip again and I’ll be tails.” Grilyn panted.
Murre knew why his friend wanted the unannounced result. In a different situation he might have argued why he should have that option. But that would waste time and he wanted to wrap one of those scared helpless beauties around his penis. So he could test Grilyn’s theory. That’s what he told himself as his male-hood was becoming painfully stiff. “Computer flip a coin.” he said, not realizing how dry his mouth was.
“Result is Heads” It replied.
“Yes.” he cheered. Then he made his selection. The tallest of the group. Long appealing legs seem to make up the bulk of her limited height. Advertised out of her little white skirt with black socks that stopped just past her knees. She made such an appealing terrified sound as he grabbed her from the sample trey.
Grilyn immediately grabbed the one that had been pleading at them in that strange language. He was likely drawn to the fact the pretty thing had a larger bust stretching its tight white shirt then one would expect on a Phin like race.
Murre grabbed the other long legged one. He really liked shapely legs. Pretty like his first grab in a flowered light blue dress. At this point he didn’t even care about the Fordehyde effects he could get from them. Just holding one in each fist was a high on its own. They must have seen him like some sort of god.
Grilyn grabbed the last cutie in flat shoes and a white light shirt short pants combo. Murre was about to ask how they were going to get them out of their clothes when Grilyn just started cutting them off his second pick.
Murre grabbed scissors and slipped it up the blue dress of his second pick. The shiny metal blade scared it still. Undergarments took a more careful hand. He was wondering how to get the blade under the jewelry when it gave up hands in surrender and just removed them for him.
He looked over at Grilyn. He had fully stripped his second pick and was dangling it over his wide open mouth. It made such appealing terrified scream sounds. Its lovely legs kicked in the air wildly as its little hands tried desperately to find a grip to hold onto Grilyn’s fingers. Then he released it and the Phinian like beauty disappeared into his open mouth.
Grilyn hummed as if his new oral friend was delicious as his jaw worked up saliva around it to lube its trip to his Appendix stomach. Murre could see his friend was washing the tiny beauty about with his tongue. Playfully pressing its helpless little form against the inside of his cheek. The other three samples made the best scared chittering sounds as Grilyn played with his coming high. Then he tilted his head up and swallowed. A familiar gluck sound came from him soon after. His esophagus transferring the beauty to that secondary stomach like Grilyn had done thousands of times with Fordehyde crystals.
“Wait, can they survive in our Appendix stomach?” Murre suddenly worried.
“Oh yeah, plenty of air in there for such small critters.” Grilyn answered. “Just be careful tomorrow morning not to flush yours into the bio waste processor.” He added.
Then his eyes rolled back. His hit was taking effect. “Oh yeah that’s better than crystals.” Grilyn roared, leaning back in his chair.
Murre had to try that. He never saw Grilyn get so happily high so quickly. He forced the begging beauty in his mouth waist deep. Then the texture of its skin played on his tongue and he hummed in delight. So smooth and wonderful. His tongue explored greedily and found the small beauties female-hood. It made appealing frightened noses as his tongue overpowered its legs and stroked that little patch of hair and sensitive skin. Then it slipped into unhappy oh sounds that had their own appeal. It was getting aroused. He could taste it.
His own eyes rolled back. His tongue sought more of the creature’s natural lubricant. His body tingled like never before. Grilyn was fascinated. Watching the pretty new pet moan and gasp as Murre suckled on it for its pleasure juices. Oh it waved about in his lips. Arching its back appealingly. Her slender little hips began bucking in a way that helped with Murre’s oral harvest. Then his body rushed as the lapped pretty treat climaxed in his mouth.
That was better than a crystal high. It was like he climaxed too. He didn’t have to check to make sure he hadn’t as his maleness was painfully hard. What a delight these creatures were. No matter what Intergalactic law was he was not giving up his new pets if he could get highs like this from them.
He sucked the slender body into his mouth. Oh, how sweet the whole body tasted after its forced climax. Murre was immediately hoping he could train them to be accepting. A partnered created climax would likely taste even sweeter. Soaking it completely in his spit he swallowed the squirming mass. Popping open the path to his Appendix stomach. Oh it was such an ego rush feeling it wiggling helplessly as it thought it had been eaten alive.
Then it was where he needed her to be. He could feel her moving inside his safety stomach. The lining of that moist air filled stomach greedily sucking the chemical reaction being caused from her skin contacting his thin skin. Sharing that with his brain and making the Universe seem suddenly perfect.
Grilyn grabbed his busty pet and started cutting its clothes off. “Better get her naked before I’m too high to see straight.” He announced.
“Yeah, I’m already getting haziness at the edges of my vision.” Murre agreed, snipping his scared first pick’s clothes off.
“Computer, play my retrospective list.” Grilyn requested. Synthetic produced music began playing.
Grilyn wrapped his busty pet to his phallic and gasped, “Ahh oh, hmmm.” Murre looked. The little creature must have thought if she didn’t delight him then Grilyn was going to eat her too. It grind and rubbed its shapely little lovely body at Grilyn’s penis. The man closed his eyes, hand held her at his tip. The pet worked herself at the top of a male-hood several times larger than her entire body.
Murre pouted some as his new pet was clearly frozen with fear. He wrapped its wonderfully long legs around his shaft and pressed its perky little mounds into his sensitive skin. Slowly he dragged its little helpless body up and down his length. Oh he was getting so high from the two sources. That mixed with the sexual dominance he had over his sex puppet just made even being away from civilization for weeks at a time just marvelous.
There the friends sat for a long time. Absorbing the reaction inside them while their phallic were stimulated and absorbed a reaction externally. Murre thought how pretty the colors of the music was as he stroked his beauty slowly along his erection.
The notice advising it was late made them look and snicker at each other. Grilyn smacked his mouth and accepted, “I guess we should get to bed for a while.” Then pressed the tired busty beauty. Quickly he stroked his shaft with her stimulating form. As he reached climax he pressed it over his tip. As his friend made an amusing expression and grunted ah sounds Murre found himself watching the small creature’s limbs flailing about in hopeless attempts to escape the semen flood. It was a delightful sight.
As Grilyn staggered towards his bunk Murre sped up his own stroking. He had to feel his new pet squirming at his own tip as his seed was bursting all over it. Its legs felt amazing along the sides of his shaft as he body mated the pretty little thing. Up he placed it, he especially wanted to see what his semen would look like all over its pretty face.
Murre wasn’t disappointed. The delightful thing wiggled for all its worth. Those smooth legs made to wrap around his girth stroked and rubbed in enthralling ways. His shaft twitched hard as his semen burst in thick globs over that little Phinian like face. She clearly didn’t like the look and effect of him claiming her sexually like that, but he did.
He now staggered to his room. He placed his pet in the sink and washed up. Hoping the overflow would be enough to rinse her for the night. Plopping her into a high walled sample tray with a dry cleaning cloth to dry off with and use for its bed. He now finished cleaning up his groin from that fun. He flopped on his small bed realizing how inebriated he was from those little beauties. How better surveying will be with a few of them on board.
He rolled over trying to remember for the next morning to classify the population of that world as only semi-intelligent while privately contacting their Spire rep to tell them what they really found. He smiled, they’ll want samples too. They could get them samples too. He closed his eyes. That helped stop the walls from breathing. The hum of the ship and the relaxed state of his body was perfect for going straight to sleep.
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@sloppy_amy I’m sure your just as cute as bear lap lady. Shrunken so needed sometimes. eyeroll
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@sloppy_amy Because of the giant bear, you know for Shrunken most teddy bears are giant bears.
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Speaking of a lady cuddling a giant bear, I found this once and thought it was to cute to not download.
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Wonder why I’m wearing flowered socks, they are just not my style.
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I too prefer Mouth play more then vore. There is something almost primal at forcing the little pretty between your lips. Their panicked reaction at what they think is coming. Then suckling and licking them into a orgasmic delirious state despite their original disinterest at such position or treatment.
Honestly, vore for vore shake doesn’t appeal. Reading some giant grabbed a bus of nurses or something just to munch them like a package of Oreos just isn’t my thing.
But there is a power dynamic of turning a living tiny person into food with what for the giant is the simplest of actions. One rending crushing motion. A wiggling form struggling and failing to resist just the titan’s swallowing strength.
Or as a show of power. Want only a few of the small group of tiny ladies you’ve captured. Watching one or two devoured would be a dramatic display of what can happen if the giant is disobeyed.
I, as most of my works show, would be a more of a want to be a collecting giant. Effort was used to get the targets grabbed by most of my towering male characters. To do all that just to swallow the results, just isn’t my jam. Some, maybe depending on the story. One or two to satiate the giant’s curiosity, sure. But mostly I’m a, “Look at all my pretties.” type of fantasy interest.
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@olo I found there was at one point a golden time. Where there was a fair amount to enjoy. Then, it dwindled. Less and less of the higher end content. Might have been I was new to discovering things. But I also notice less and less from the artists of old.
Please if your a current artist think this is directed at your work. I’m just from a time of the old Minimizer site and Steve O Reno. When Hentai art magazines would show SW content among their pages. And that seems to have all stopped. (Steve O Reno has an issue with his drawing hand. I don’t think that’s cleared up, but he hadn’t posted an update in a long time.)
Or I could just be an old cranky giant waving his red wood tree cane at you kids and your dang Rocky Road music!!
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Sorry, that got ranty there. Please no one take offence. I mean no harm, just missing my younger tiny hunting days.
@smolchlo Air pressure change hurts, everyone needs to pop their ears no matter how little.
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@smolchlo Like a giant body heated hammock. Their beating heart generating a comforting thumping noise that softly drowns out the sounds of the busy airport.
Getting her a little chip of gum to chew when taking off and landing will be hard to hide doing though.
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