I come home from shopping and notice some little tinies on my window sill. Me being the nice giantess I am, I sit down to talk with them. Excited to finally see some in my home. I have heard all my other friends talk about little tinies they find in their homes. I become curious because my friends tell me about all the things they do with their tinies. Like squishing them and eating them for snacks, and other mean cruel things. I want to try it out, I assure the tinies that I am nice though. I just want to see what all the fuss is about.

You, small and defenseless were just lying in the bed when I popped in. You can’t really do anything about it cause of your ant size and all that’s left for you is accept your fate of being my little playtoy. Let me enjoy your pathetic stuggles down in my guts!

You’ve been called over to fix a blocked sink and sigh as you knock on the door. Another one? God, you could swear you saw a competitor’s van parked outside this house last week. What’s this woman doing that means she has to call a plumber a week…? You wake up and realise you must still be dreaming. You’re tiny – held between two fingers. The woman, the giantess really, tells you she’s shrunk you. A potion in the cup of tea she gave you. She rubs her full luscious breasts while she tells you how she grew them – she claims eating up tiny men is what has caused them to swell and grow so phenomenally. She raises her fingers to her mouth and begins to chew…