Let’s be honest, depending on the size of the giant, you really can’t help but be seen as a brute. A big man in a tiny fragile world, even the gentlest touch breaking glass, the tenderest courses you can give your little lover feeling like aggressive groping. There is such a thing as to strong my friends, and it would be a very interesting angle to touch on in a giant story.
(Inspired heavily by the video, “The Best Way To Start The Day”, by Paramouth Pictures. If you like first-person giantess vore, they’re the ones to see! Here is the link to the inspirational video in particular! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu6fZnRrECU&t=239s)
Morgen four o’clock in the morning, same as she always did, that would be pretty early for a human being, but not a borrower. She put on her borrowing gear. This included s hat with chin straps to stuff her curly brown hair in, various leather pads, a side pouch on each hip, and a backpack. Her body was lean but muscled; her reward for years of par core needed to borrow nowadays. She mused to herself how her father always threw such a fit when she wanted to go out borrowing with him. But he and her brother both went missing about five years past, so Morgen had to learn how to borrow independently thanks to her dad’s sexism. She figured that she was pretty good at it. She hadn’t been seen yet, after all. She started off her day in the cereal cupboard, grains lasted a while, so after getting a side pouch full of it, she would be good for a time. The bag of cream of wheat was on its side as always, so leaning into grab what she needed was easy. It was then that she heard footsteps.
“Fuck!” She spat as she heard him coming. The bean that owned the house was named Bob. A lazy, slightly overwait young man, who usually would be asleep until noon. Morgan panicked, she didn’t have enough time to run back to her wall tunnel, so she dived into the cream of wheat.
“OK, BOB, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO EAT?” She heard him say as he opened the cupboard.
“Oh, if there is a loving God, please don’t let him find me…” Morgan prayed. She was raised on horror stories of what would happen to her if a bean ever discovered her. Squished was the most likely outcome, or ripped limb from limb, or flushed down the toilet! A cold sweat rolled down her body as his giant hand rummaged around. Morgan’s heart sank as she felt the bag she was in getting picked up.
“Fuck… I’m going to die…” She felt cold as the realization of her imminent end dawned on her. Soon she was poured out of the bag with the cereal into a pot.
“I HATE HOW LONG THE WATER IN THIS PLACE TAKES TO HEAT U- WAIT, WHAT IS THAT?” Bob said as he looked down into the pot, directly at Morgan. She never actually saw him this close before. If she wasn’t overwhelmed with unimaginable horror, she might have even found him cute. When he reached down to pick her out of the cream of wheat, she panicked and tried to run, not that she could have gotten far in the pot. He grabbed her up easily. Her arms were pinned to her side as she was lifted to his shocked and aw-struck face.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD? WHO- NO WHAT ARE YOU?”
“I… I…” Morgan sputtered out, unable to speak from the fear. His massive eyes moved down ever so slightly, seeing that just under her shoulders, Morgan’s breasts were also sticking out from the top of his closed hand. He then casually moved his thumb to begin molesting her left tit, using his free hand to keep making his breakfast.
“Hay! Stop that!” She screamed as she wiggled in his grasp with renewed vigor. Bob chuckled at the useless resistance Morgan gave, his perverted smile dominating her field of vision.
“SO, THE LITTLE MOUSE CAN TALK. DO YOU HAVE A TAIL, LITTLE MOUSE?” He said as he opened his palm and moved his other hand to begin stripping the poor borrower. Though strongly built for her size, Morgan could do nothing as the massive fingers and nails ripped and tore at her clothing. Her squirming and futile efforts to keep at least something covering her body greatly amused the sadistic bean.
“Stop that now! If you’re going to kill me, just do it, you fuck!” Morgan yelled at the monster molesting her. Giving him a glare that would have stopped him dead in his tracks if she was his size, but on her tiny face, Bob just thought it was adorable.
“PRETTY TOUGH TALK FOR SOMEONE WHO COULD FIT IN A SANDWICH. ACTUALLY… YOU ARE CUTE ENOUGH TO EAT… WHY NOT?” Morgan’s blood ran cold as she heard the bean’s plans for her. She was so stunned in horror that she barely noticed his massive tongue moving down to taste her until it slid up her belly, over her cheats, and got slobber right on her face.
“GOOD, BUT COULD BE BETTER. I KNOW, HOW ABOUT A DRINK?” Bob asked sarcastically as his soon-to-be meal wiggled and writhed in his now-closed hand. Morgan was in full panic mode, desperately trying to flee for dear life, doing everything she could think of to escape being eaten. He then dropped her into what looked like a giant beer mug, dumping what tasted like scoop after scoop of hot cocoa mix onto the poor girl.
“Let me out! Please, I’m not food! I’m a person! You can’t just eat me! Please!”
“I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, BE A GOOD LITTLE SPOON AND HELP ME STIR MY COFFEE, AND I WILL THINK ABOUT LETTING YOU GO!” Bob then started pouring the coffee into the cup. Morgan yelped as it touched her. It was like stepping into a shower that was just too hot to be comfortable. But desperation helped her push through the pain, kicking and spinning in the glass as it slowly filled. When he finally ran out of coffee, he topped his drink off with a few shots of Irish cream liquor. He made sure to splash the alcohol right in Morgan’s face as he poured it in.
“WELL, IT CERTAINLY LOOKS LIKE YOU DID A GOOD JOB STIRRING MY DRINK… BUT HOW WILL I KNOW FOR SURE IF I DON’T TAKE A SIP!?”
“No! Please! I did what you asked! Please don’t drink me!” Morgan screamed as Bob brought his lips far too close to her for comfort, tilting the mug back as he started drinking the Irish coffee cocoa. She desperately tried to move as far from him as possible, only to slide closer and closer to his massive lips. He then stopped just short of eating her, tilting the glass back to being upright as he licked his lips.
“YUMMY! THAT WAS THE BEST MORNING PICK-ME-UP I’VE EVER HAD. I HAVE ONE MORE THING FOR YOU TO STIRE!” Before Morgan could even protest, she was dumped into a bowl of cream of wheat. Two slices of butter were flicked at her from the butterknife, three spoonfuls of sugar were dumped on her head, and she was then splashed with a fourth cup of freezing cold milk. Mogan was miserable, but she pushed through it. Hoping beyond hope that he would, if not let her go, at least let her live after he was done humiliating her. He then began tormenting her relentlessly, between bites. Picking her up with his spoon, only to drop her back in the bowl, splashing spoonfuls on her head, using his spoon to hold her down under the cereal for a few moments before letting her back up for air. Morgan was in hell, crying as she was abused and tormented for the amusement of Bob. After some time passed, the bowl became almost empty. He then scooped up the last of the cream of wheat, with Morgan along with it.
“Please… You said you would let me go…” She whimpered as she was brought closer and closer to the monstrous grin of her soon-to-be murderer.
“I SAID I WOULD THINK ABOUT IT. AND I’VE DECIDED TO EAT YOU ANYWAY! GOODBYE, LITTLE MOUSE, HAVE FUN IN MY BELLY~.” Morgan was too weak even to try and escape as her battered and bruised body was slowly placed inside of the bean’s mouth.
“No… Please… No…” Tears rolled down the poor borrowers cereal covered cheeks as his mouth closed around her. He was no more gentle with his tongue than he was with the spoon. Bob rolled the poor little thing all over his mouth, pressing her to the roof of it as he licked viciously at her breasts and crotch. Not being satisfied with just eating her as he get in a quick rape. Finally, after God knows how long torturing her, he let her just lay on his tongue and opened his mouth. Tears streaming from the pain, Morgan weakly crawled towards the opening. Giving one last desperate attempt to try and escape her doom, only for bob to start tilting his head back.
“You monster… Not like this… Please, God, not like this…” Morgan whimpered meekly. She was not strong enough to climb out of his mouth, as battered and worn out she was. Bawling as she slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his gaping maw, Morgan’s whales of despair were drowned out by Bob’s defining laughter that came from the gullet that was soon to claim her. All it took was one gulp for his massive throat to consume her. The muscles in Bob’s throat almost crushed the life out of her as they forced her deeper inside him. Soon enough, however, she was dropped into a dark, humid place. She couldn’t see a thing, but she did not need to see to know where she was.
“Why… Why did this happen to me… Please let me out… I’m not food… I’m not food…” Morgan then started to become lightheaded from the lack of air. Drifting off to what she knew was her final sleep, she wondered if there was an afterlife and if her family was waiting for her. And after about a half-hour inside the cruel belly of the evil bean, she would find out.
@olo Oh… Well, I completely misunderstood the rule when I read it then. Expect much more fucked up shit from me in the future then! 
@nyx I would actually very much like to see that. Might write a story about it if I can keep a boner up for it.
That was a lovely story! You really have a talent you know~?
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I’m so happy that you found a way to incorporate Micro stuff into your IRL relationship. It can be genuinely very hard to pull off.
((This is from one of my fanfics, set in the ever so erotic world of Felarya. This was from back before I was good at this, so don’t judge me too harshly!))
One upon a time in Felarya, Vulmer’s Big Night (Erotic)
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Vulmer was climbing up his tree with a scroll in one hand and a bag full of little folk in his teeth, even for a giant elf, the climb was treacherous. Vulmer soon made it to his village, Green Peek was a charming enough little town, well as little as a giant elf village can get anyhow. He quickly rushed back home, finding his beloved wife Elddra hard at work chopping up fruit.
“Darling, I am home!”
“Vulmer, I was starting to worry that you had wandered to close to Char and got your handsome head blown off!” Elddra said, giggling as she ran over, hugging Vulmer hard. He started to smell her green hair making Elddra laugh at the feeling of his breath. She moved her hands through Vulmer’s purple hair as she looked up at him lovingly.
“I see you have a wiggling bag of treats, is that for me?”
“Yes, but not in the way you think, we should probably sit down for this.” Elddra looked confused as she and Vulmer sat down at their table, he sat down the bag and rolled out the scroll revealing the fairy writings on it.
“I think I have found a way to make me more fertile; I got this spell from a fairy while trading, and while I think it will work, its a bit… Odd.”
“Well, that is fantastic news, dear! But what do you mean by odd? Let me see the spell.” Vulmer handed Elddra the spell, hoping that she would not be to put off by it. They had been trying to have a baby for a decade, but even at the best of times, elves are not the most fertile of peoples. But with the help of the spell, Vulmer was hoping that they would have a better chance of finally having a child.
“Well, this is… an interesting spell, I see what you mean by not in the way I thought.”
“We don’t have to do it. I just thought it might help is all.”
“Oh, we are doing this, if not for a baby, than because it sounds hot!”
“Ok, then let’s get to bed then!” Vulmer did not really expect Elddra to be as into it as she was, but he was not complaining. He layed down on the bed as Elddra started the ritual, in the ancient words of fairy sorceresses, she cast the spell on Vulmer. He could feel his body changing, his cock began to feel tingly and started to get hard, and then as soon as it started, the feelings stopped.
“Did it work?”
“Only one way to find out, dear husband.” Elddra moved her hand into the bag and picked out a tiny elf woman, moving her closer to Vulmer’s erection. All three of them were shocked when the dick hole opened like a hungry mouth; the little elf screamed as she was lowered head first into the gapping cock mouth. Vulmer moaned as the little elf was being fed to his dick, just bearly holding back from cumming right there and then as her struggling form could be seen moving down his cock and into his balls.
“Holy fuck, that was hot! How many more are in the bag?”
“F-five…” Elddra quickly moved her hand back into the bag picking out a male elf this time, feeding him to Vulmer’s cock feet first. He was a bit stronger then the female was making the pleasure Vulmer was feeling much more intense and a little bit painful. But his wiggling form moved down Vulmer’s cock all the same Elddra started touching herself as she watched. Picking out two more, both female Elddra fed one to Vulmer’s hungry crotch and the other to her own, both giant elves moned as the tiny ones thrashed and struggled in their respective genitals. Soon Elddra had to give up the little elf she was using to please herself as she was the last one outside of Vulmer’s balls. She was weaker from the abuse Elddra’s pussy put her through and slid in easier from being covered in the giant she-elves pleasure. Vulmer twitched and moaned from all the thrashing and wiggling that was tacking place in his balls. Elddra moved her face closer to her husband’s crotch to see the show up close.
“How soon until you can put it in me?”
“W-when they s-s-stop…” Vulmer was only bearly holding on, the wait felt like it was taking a thousand years, but soon the wiggling in his balls stopped, and Elddra wasted no time mounting him. She humped him fast and hard, Vulmer already on the edge did not last long and cummed inside of Elddra. Feeling like he was shooting out half a gallon into Elddra’s pussy before he went limp under her.
“S-sorry love…”
“Shhhh nun of that, I was surprised that you lasted as long as you did, and if this ends with us having a child, then I would rather go unsatisfied for now.” Elddra then bent over and kissed Vulmer passionately, even if this did not end the way they wanted, they still found a new thing to do in bed.
Baptized in the seed of man, they are reborn. Given new life and purpose, a divine task that shalt be their duty, and a test to see if they are worthy of heaven’s embrace.
That could be how you phrase it? Reading the parts of the bible that instruct men on how to treat their slaves/women would also help the brainwashing.
This story was requested by sloppy_amy, right here on Daddy’s Dollhouse, if anyone else had requests for a story, just let me know.
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In a parallel world, instead of two nuclear bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to end the US’s war with Japan, two fighter crafts armed with experimental shrink rays were used to reduce all organic life in those cities to minuscule size. With a weapon that didn’t do even remotely as much collateral damage as a nuke, the US used their new weapon in every following war. Winning the Vietnam war with the shrink rays in this timeline, prevented the formation of North Koria entirely and reduced vast amounts of the Middle East altogether. But they didn’t limit this tech to military use, as it was seen as more “human” to shrink people rather than execute them. And while tiny people were still technically considered citizens, crimes against them are not investigated or punished in any meaningful way. And despite the entire point of shrinking rather than executing criminals being that they could be grown back if later found innocent, this rarely happens. The world is now a playground for giants and a cruel hell for their little playthings, and it shows no singes of changing.
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Derek was an unhealthy person, never being less than three hundred and fifty pounds at any given time in his life made that hard to ignore. But apathy took over his life long ago. He just ate what tasted good and as much of it as he wanted. And he was going to his favored Asian puffet to do just that, but he wasn’t just going for the food. The Dragons Purl had a primarily tiny serving staff, not small enough to be put in his pocket and taken home, sadly. They were three or two feet tall, big enough to get drinks to their tables, but too small to fight back when the customers decided to have fun with them. The front desk was staffed by a seven-inch Asian woman, dressed like a porcelain doll in a glass cage, probably so customers don’t grab her up and leave with a new toy.
“Welcome back, sire. Would you like your usual table?”
“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” Derek said with a smile. He rather liked the tiny woman at the desk, he never learned her name, but he would have loved to take her home with him as a pet. A two-foot-tall waitress nervously showed him to his table. Derek had a reputation for harassing the waitstaff. Not that management cared. The fact that the little women were there to be fondled and molested was the main selling point and got the most customers. The restaurant was built to acomidait tinies as well however, they had money to after all. So there were tiny stairs and ladders all over the place for tinies of every size and shape to get around, but it was shoddy craft at best. There were no handrails keeping little people from falling to their deaths, and with no segregated seating, the little waitstaff spent plenty of time cleaning little red stains off of the floor. The poor little waitress shook a little as he sat down at his table.
“D-Do you know what you want to d-drink?” She quivered before the living hill of flesh before her, knowing well that he could grab her up and play with her body at any moment. The fear amused Derek. She must have been new. Most of the other waitresses were resigned to their fates. It would be fun tormenting her.
“An entire pitcher of lime soda, no ice, thank you.” He said as he looked her over like he would eat her alive, maybe if she was smaller. She scurried off as fast as she could, making Derek chuckle as he got up to get himself some food.
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Mio was always a bit nervous about going out in public. Being only three inches tall made things very difficult. But she was with her team, which made things more manageable, emotionally anyway. Mio was a part of her college women’s basketball team. To be honest, the little Japones-American woman didn’t much care for the sport, but it offered her an incredible amount of protection from being just grabbed up by some horny giant. Not there seemed to be any other kind of giant. All giants appeared to think she was made for their pleasure.
“When do you think a waitress will come back?” Mio asked her team captain. Tsumugi was a “normal” sized woman, five foot five, and very bossy when it came to her small team, often treating them more like pets than teammates.
“How am I supposed to know? Runt hasn’t come back in a while. Odds are some horny cracker grabbed her up. Why do you ask?”
“Well… I wanted her to carry me back to the buffet table, as she did with the others. C-Can you-”
“No, I’m eating. You want food. Go get it like a big girl.”
“But I’m not a-”
“You know what I fucking meant, bug!” Mio flinched and cowered. It would not have been the first time her captain abused her. She then walked down the stairs that were built into the table. If not for the impossible trek across the open floor, she would have thought it considerate. She ran as fast as she could, looking around franticly, and spotting the worst possible thing she could have seen. A massive fat man, and he was walking toward her.
“Shit!” Mio screamed as she ran toward the buffet table, but he walked in the same direction. She panted hard as he quickly caught up to her. He didn’t even see the woman his shadow engulfed. "No, no, no! She screamed as she made the mistake of looking back and seeing the massive foot coming right at her. “PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE NOT LIKE THI-” She was cut off as the massive foot came down. Her death was much quicker than it could have been in the grand scheme of things. A clean, painless, merciful end, all things considered.
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“You know what I hate?” Ichika said as she crossed her arms to her teammates, all of whom couldn’t care less about what she had to say. “Asian restaurants that have no cultural identity. I mean, look at this, Chines and Korean food side by side, and marketed as Japonies food of all things! The owner of this place clearly had no idea what they were doing! Dosn’t this bother anyone else!?”
“Oh, will you just shut up! Like we didn’t get enough of your bitching on the drive here, no, you have to moan the entire time we’re here too!” Yui screamed as she just ate her food. The two of them and three other girls on their team were waiting for the waitress that carried them to the buffet table to take them back to the rest of their team. But she seemed to have just disappeared, stranding them at the buffet table, and tensions were rising.
“Oh, excuse me for caring about this blatant misrepresentation! You know, if we don’t make a big deal about it, then the white male establishment will just-” Ichika stopped mid-sentence when they felt the ground shake under them, then she fell backward into the bin of fried rice. But, then, the shadow of the enormous fat bastard that shook the ground with every step covered her, granted, the big people always shook the ground, but he did it extra. She knew just how bad this could go, her older sister died crushed to death in a condom at a frat party. So she did the only thing she could think to do and buried herself in the greasy rice. It burned a little, but better to be uncomfortable than dead. On the other hand, Yui had nowhere to hide and was spotted by the giant right away.
"Um… Hi? The tiny Asian said meekly. Hoping beyond reason that the enormous fat man would just ignore and her team, but luck was not on her side.
“Oh, hello. Well, aren’t you just the cutest little things~.”
“Um, thank yo- WOW!!!” Yui screamed as she was grabbed up and put on his plate, soon followed by her friends. “H-HAY!!! We are not on the menu, you big bu-” Yui was cut off by being flicked on the ass, forced to the center of the plate with the others as food was piled up around them. Ichika was not spared, as she was scooped up and placed on the plate unknowingly with her team. He then returned to his table, getting out the fork and spoon he was given.
“Now, you girls start stripping. I want a show with my meal.” He said as he stabbed broccoli next to Yui to make his point. “Slowly, I want to enjoy this~.”
“Y-Yes si-sire…” Yui whimpered as things were going from bad to worse, and she started slowly stripping with the rest of her team. The cruel giant then scooped up a spoon full of fried rice, not even seeing Ichika as he stuffed her into his mouth. But he did notice the moment he chomped down into her leg, the greasy tiny Asian woman in his mouth screamed, the kind of scream that would have made a moral man spit her out. But Derrik only paused long enough to smile before continuing to eat the poor tiny in his mouth alive, chomping down on her one limb at a time, making her suffer for as long as he could before swallowing the mush that was once a person with thoughts and dreams. If muffled a bit, the tiny women on the plate could hear the torture that poor Ichika was put through. They trembled as they watched what was left of their annoying teammate get washed down with a pitcher of soda. And they screamed themselves when his spoon came towards them.
“Oh, God, please no!” One of her teammates, she didn’t really remember any of their names, screamed as she was scooped up. She begged and cried as she was stuffed into the blubbery titan’s maw, then was silenced with a crunch. Yui was petrified with terror as she saw one by one, the other Asian women were plucked up between mouthfuls of fried food and devoured along with it. One was dipped in soy sauce before she was crunched, another in general sous sauce, and the third is wasabi. Then it was down to Yui and one other girl on an empty plate, cowering and weeping with fear, knowing that death would come no matter what.
“Now, witch one to eat, and witch to keep?” The fat bastard chuckled.
“ME!!!” Yui shot up. “Keep me, eat that bitch, but spare me! Please, I’ll do anything you want, please!” The fatty rubbed his chin, before, without another word, he scooped her up in his spoon and plopped her into his mouth. It was hot, wet, and stunk of death and blood, it was sickening to breathe, but she couldn’t help but breathe it in as she started to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, don’t! I’m not food, I’m a person!” The tiny whimpered as she was suckled gently, almost condescendingly considering how he so cruelly chomped all her other teammates. He then tilted his head back and swallowed her whole, Yui was nearly crushed into unconsciousness before she was plopped into his stomach. It was a stinking, dark place. It smelled like the inside of a dumpster, and she was waist-deep in the chewed remains of the giant’s lunch and her teammates. It burned to breathe, and it burned to sit in the goop. She did her best to climb on top of the pile, freezing in horror as her hand landed on, from what she could tell, was the face of one of her teammates. Then Yui screamed. She screamed in horror and dread, this was not a stomach, it was her grave.
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Derek could feel his last treat wiggling and struggling to survive inside of him, making him a little hard. Then looked down at the last little morsel on his plate, smiling down at the trembling Asian. She was the cutest one, that saved her life, but nothing else.
“So, what’s your name, sweety?”
“M-My name i-is Ai… What, are y-you going to do with me?”
“Well, I think I’ll keep you in my underwear. At least until I’m done here.” Derek didn’t wait to hear Ai’s response before grabbing her up and shoving her into his tighty whities, feeling the little thing wiggle pleasantly as she was pressed between his crotch and his underwear. He then got up and got dessert, but then spotted six other tiny Asians at the dessert table. He then snatched them all up into a bowl and a few others filled with stuff like caramel and chocolate sauce. As he stripped his desserts, the waitress assigned to him trembled as she walked up.
“D-Do… You need a refile?” The two-foot-tall woman asked meekly as Derek chuckled at her. Then, without warning, he picked her up and forced her to sit on his lap, and poor little Ai would be pressed between her ass cheeks with his erection.
“I want you to finish stripping these little things, dip them, then feed them to me~.”
“Y-Ye-EEEEEP!!!” The poor waitress half screamed as Derek grabbed both her breasts, fondling her as she was forced to serve him. “Yes, s-sire…” She then did as she was told. Her trembling hands stripped the wiggling tinies. Taking her time, trying to give the poor little women as much time to be alive as possible before she was forced to feed them to the monster rubbing his cock on her ass.
“Carmel first, then sprinkles, then in my mouth~.” Hesitantly, the waitress picked one of the screaming tinies up, dipping her as instructed, then moving the poor tiny up into Derek’s mouth. He sucked the camel from the waitress’s fingers as he rolled the tiny around in his mouth, then crunching her. A tear rolled down the waitress’s cheek as she looked at him in horror and dread. “Dip the next one in the chocolate~.”
“O-Ok…” She whimpered as she did as she was told, crying more as his hands moved from groping her from outside her shirt to under it. Then, twisting her nipples as he swallowed the wiggling woman in his mouth, crunching then next, then swallowing the one after that. Finally, when the second to last tiny was in his mouth, he grabbed her head, forcing her to tilt back so he could lock his massive lips with her’s. Again, she cried as she not only feeling the tiny in his mouth moving into hers but the last tiny being forced into her pussy. She tried to break away from him, but her struggles were pointless as the tiny in her mouth was then pushed down her throat. Derek giggled as he looked deep into her dead eyes. She looked like she had just shot someone, which made Derek even harder.
“That’s it!” Derek growled as he picked up the little woman and ran to the men’s room. From the sounds coming from one of the stalls, someone else had the same idea he had.
“No! Please, this is my first day!”
“All the better!” Derek said as he stripped the struggling little woman, dropping his pants, and not noticing that Ai would fall down with his underwear. The two-foot-tall woman screamed as the fat man forced himself into her vagina, being forced not only to take his cock, but feel the tiny woman he left inside of her get ground down like herbs in a mort and pestle. His fat folds giggled almost comedically as he violently used the poor little waitress. And as fast as he started, he finished, filling the little woman with his hot seed, then carelessly dropping her like the used toy she was. “You were way better than the last bitch I had here. You deserve this.” He then stuffed a fifty into her bra, noticing Ai trying to sneak off as he did, picking her up wagging his finger at her. As punishment, he forced her to watch as he dug the mangled tiny out of the waitress’s crotch and swallowing it. He stuffed his pet in his pants and made for the door, but as he walked out, he saw a normal-sized woman looking around frantically.
“Hey! Did you see some tines? I brought about twelve of them in.”
“Sorry, I haven’t, good luck looking for them.” He got in his car, looking forward to playing with Ai when he got home.
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@kondo That would all depend on a number of factors.
1 - Rural or urban? Both have their dangers to consider, but one has a much higher chance of your little pet becoming someone else’s property.
2 - The conditions you kept them in. Depending on how kind or cruel an owner is, I tiny would just try to make due. Or even rather die to an animal or the elements than meet whatever punishment awaited them should they return.
3 - Time of year. Winter is a season with the least chance of independent survival. But every other time of year comes with its own risks, from what animals are out and about, to the weather.
What A lovely story so far~! I do hope things go very unpleasantly for Ivy~.
