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[teeny-tiny-witchy]

I got to thinking about the possibilities of a tiny with a regeneration superpower. Because the thing with tinies is that they break easily, (on account of being tiny) so if you want to really play rough they won’t last very long. An immortal tiny opens up so many doors! Any torture there is becomes possible, and you’d be alive to feel and remember all of it. Pinning you to corkboard like a butterfly specimen, making you thrash by putting out cigarettes on your belly, and watching you drown in piss or cum. Slicing off a breast or arm as a quick snack before leaving for the day, eating you from the feet up to savor every bite, and severing limbs just to cap them off so you have to crawl around on the nubs until you’re allowed to grow them back. Fucking you with a cock two-thirds the size of your torso until I may as well just be using the blood and guts as lube for my hand. You know, I found this book on various historical torture devices, and I haven’t fired up the 3D printer in a bit… Could get a bit more psychological with it, too. Decapitating you and then making you fuck your cold, headless corpse once you regenerate. Having you choose between getting tortured yourself, or making another tiny without powers take the same punishment. I would be a very lucky lady to have a toy like you.

This isn’t exactly my best work, but I got really horny and into the idea. I hope you enjoyed it.

AHHHH <3 this is so hot thank you anon!!! Oh my goodness I got so flustered reading this... <3 <3 the idea of being pulled apart, screaming and crying just because you're hungry... Being drowned, thrashing and getting weaker but never *quite* dying, just going still for a while... Getting split in half and you just watching to see how I regenerate... Seeing my own body littered around until it stops bothering me at all, just another part of my life, like oh yeah there's my head...

But no matter how much I try to convince myself I'm totally over it, I still scream when you dig into me again <3 I love this so much thank u Anon

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

You truly deserve to spend so much time inside a girl's mouth and trapped against her bare skin the world outside doesn't make sense anymore

Jxjdjfkfiffijfjgg thank you thank you thank you 😵‍💫 that's such a hot idea... After a year of being taped to armpits or dropped in socks or stuffed in underwear and sucked on and tasted and teased, for me to be so used to it that anything else feels wrong...

I can't sleep in a bed anymore. Why isn't it wet? Why aren't I moving, being jostled and moved and brushed around?

The air outside is so cold. It's too clean in my lungs. Fresh early spring breezes feel like I'm being trapped in a freezer. I cough with every normal breath.

Food doesn't taste right anymore. I'm supposed to be eating the chewed up remains of whatever my owner ate, not fresh food.

Water isn't salty like sweat is, it's not slimy like spit. It feels wrong.

Everyone sounds so loud when they talk. Why is it so loud? It's supposed to be muffled. Only Her voice is supposed to be that loud.

I can't even focus without hearing her breathing and chuckling.

Why am I not being watched? How am I supposed to know if I'm being a good girl if there's nobody to tell me I am?

It's all too much. This can't be right, this can't be what my life used to be like. Everything is worse now. I need Her back. Crawling back to Her on my hands and knees and begging to be shrunken again.

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

tiny girl who doesn't understand fiction so she thinks everything is real. she really loves the tv but it's so scary sometimes! And when she got snuck into the movies everything was so big! And when she saw the kinds of porn her pervet caretaker is into, doing terrible things to tinies, with no conception of any of it being pretend, she gets soso scared and starts calling her caretaker things like owner and goddess to appease her, and well, who is she to refuse being treated like a goddess? It's nice to have a scampering, caring little thing doting on you and caring for you, no idea that the poor thing is acting out of fear. is that anything?

Oh this makes me feel so bad for the poor thing .. /pos

Her owner playfully, genuinely asking if she can get a kiss before it's time to go to work. The tiny girl snapping to attention, a nervous "Y-yes goddess of course goddess!" Squeaking out of her, panic invisible on her face from the normal size owner's viewpoint <3 as those big lips close in, she remembers her owner watching a tiny girl getting stuffed into an open maw, and she starts shaking, hoping desperately it won't happen to her, that she's been a good enough girl for it just to be a kiss... Feeling so proud and relieved when she doesn't get eaten there and then, not even realizing the thought never crossed her owner's mind 💜

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

I’ve always loved the idea of body modification done to tinies. Piercing the meat of a breast since the nipples are too small, then watching her have to try and get used to the weight of her new decorations. Setting steel rings through hands and feet to be attached to jewelry or a human’s piercings, because it’s not like she’s going to be walking or using her hands when she’s dangling from a girl’s nipple. Sewing her into the crotch of a pair of panties and making her suffer the agony of having her limbs run through again and again, just to be nothing more than a kinky clothing item to be soaked in the fluids of its owner.

SDKDDKSKSKS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH <3 there's something so fucking hot about the idea... Held down and mutilated, a bar run through my feet as a piercing or thread pulling and stretching my skin as I'm sewn into clothes... And just so I can be an accessory or part of someone's clothes <3 I love it so so much thank you anon

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

giggling and fawning over your half-digested body btw. squealing and not-so-subtly touching myself to every little wound. btw. scrambling over to beg our owner if i can be next while you slowly lose conciousness. btw :)

I hate you. I can't fucking stand you.

You don't know how badly this hurts. How horrifying every moment of it was. You don't know how warm her maw is. How sharp her teeth are. How tight her throat is. How dark her stomach is. How loud it growls. How badly acid burns. How disorienting it is being coughed back up. How cold air feels after being in there.

You don't know the smell. The taste. You don't know how it feels to really come to terms, deep down in your heart, with the fact you're about to die. And then to then have that closure taken away.

You don't know. You can't know. You're begging for it, and no matter how I tell you how awful it is, you still refuse to listen to me. Your stupid horny masochistic self just can't figure out that it isn't fun. It isn't a nice pain. It's horrible, agonizing. I'm so burned away that I don't know if I'll ever walk again. If you really understood just how awful it was, you wouldn't ask for it.

And you have the gall to tell me that I should be thankful. That I'm LUCKY. To fucking masturbate to my pain and still call yourself My Friend. If my knuckles still worked, if the nerves in half my fingers hadn't burned away, I would be clenching them in rage. But instead I just pass out on the floor of our cage to you begging for Your Turn. I hope you fucking get it.

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

The best thing about tinies is they make amazing pet training tools. It's a toy and a treat wrapped into one and gives the stupid little things a use in this world. Sure, sometimes it might insight tiny hunting behavior in your pets but really thats just pest control

Jtjtjtirirkrmrk😵‍💫 this is one of my favorite things btw . Just a little disposable snack for your puppygirl for when she's being good. Good girl! Good sit, good shake! As a reward, you get to murder someone. It's ok, she's not a real person. Just a tiny thing.

Being dropped onto the floor in front of her, scrambling away from her, screaming, shaking, while her owner tells her to "wait for it, waiiit for it..." Watching her get so excited, tail wagging, tongue drooping, body shaking as she tries so hard to stay in place as I make distance... Hearing that "Go get it!" And the pounding of a girl's limbs against the floor as she launches at me, grabbing me in her paws.

Being battered and thrown around and chased as she gets her hunting instincts out. Her owner cooing over how cute she's being as she slams a paw down on my leg and snaps it. Her tongue pressing into my back as she growls playfully. It's just a game to her. Teeth digging into my flesh as she carries me around. Drool soaking into my skin as I scream 'bad girl, bad girl!' in hopes it'll stop her, but even mutts know the words of a tiny don't matter. Being shredded, bleeding, breaking, and she's so proud of it. Eventually being swallowed down, wishing I were dead by them, but not being nearly that lucky... 🥰

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

girl crying really hard because she can smell her half-digested friend in the nasty, sickening belch she just got wafted with

This is one of my favorite tropes by the way it makes me absolutely feral 🥰🥰🥰

Some hungry girl just devouring a tiny person like it's nothing... The tiny's friend, lover, sibling, family, whatever she may be, having been forced to watch. An entire life pulled so casually down the throat, gone forever. Loudly digesting, barely audible screams from inside, as the pred taunts and laughs...

And a thick, meaty, rumbling belch. Nauseating, warm, heavy... It smells like gas, obviously. Gas and digesting meat. It reeks. But, just barely, underneath all of that...

The prey's perfume. If she focuses really hard, she can still smell it. And that just makes it so much worse 🥰🥰🥰

[teeny-tiny-witchy]

Owner who gets soso upset and sorry for her tinies when they so much as stub their toe and invariably immediately puts the poor thing out of their misery with a stomp.

"Ah, shit..."

She looks down from her computer, her eyes full of worry as they lock with mine.

"Jenna? You okay, sweetie...?"

Her voice is already shaking. She's so overprotective... But it's better to be overly protected than not protected at all, like most tinies are. I just feel bad for worrying her. She lets me roam free on her computer desk, which she dusts and cleans twice a day to make sure no bugs try to make a home there, that I don't even sneeze on a little bit of dust. She always talks about how important my safety and comfort is to her.

"Oh, I'm fine, I just got a scratch on my finger at some point... Didn't even feel it, you know?"

But her face sinks lower. Her eyes almost start to water, nodding down at me. She's so guilty that she even created the conditions for me to get a little scratch on my finger.

"I'm fine though, really!" I give her a big smile to prove it's nothing to be worried about. "It should heal by tomorrow!" But she's still frowning.

"Don't worry, sweetie... The pain will be over soon. I'm so, so sorry ..."

She picks me up as carefully as always, gently placing me on the floor. She's never done anything like that. Too dangerous, surely.

"What do you mean?"

She just lifts her foot up. My heart races.

"It won't hurt soon..."

She looks away as she stomps down, faster than I could even try to run out from under her. And true to her word, it stops hurting soon... But only after a moment of it hurting more than anything I've ever felt.