dont like kissing and im not big on sex so youre gonna have to dangle me above your open mouth and drop me into it and swallow me whole. yup. theres no other way
After playing in am,phoreus a while, I've started to get some voreish headcanons going
Mydei comes off like a cruel pred, but that's just because of his gruff nature. He won't always care what Darling is up to; sure he'll try and give her the space to wrap up a conversation or task, but if he's super hungry he'll just walk up to her and throw her over his shoulder to take her somewhere he can eat in private. In a tiny scenario, he likes to dangle her by the foot above his mouth and watch her squirm before dropping her inside. Once she is inside, he's actually very gentle. He wouldn't really mind getting involved in a fight while he's got her, but he won't let any fucking hits land to his stomach.
Phainon likes to be teasing. They'll be eating out someplace and he will lean closer to whisper in Darling's ear that he would rather be having a different meal. He likes to randomly bite and lick her and say that he's just sampling. When she's small he'll cradle her in his hands and poke and prod her, tickling her tiny body with just one finger; also enjoys holding her in his mouth for a while before swallowing, just using his tongue to taste and swish her around. He'll still make teasing comments while she's in his stomach, but he's also very gentle.
The call comes in just past noon. A woman, frantic, says she’s spotted a colony of tinies scurrying around her attic. Probably have been living up there for months, stealing crumbs, making little tunnels in the insulation. She wants them gone—immediately.
“Fast, effective removal,” you assure her over the phone, slipping on your jacket.
“No mess, no chemicals or poison.”
It’s a warm day, and you feel good, stomach still light from the morning. Your last job had been a modest infestation—three tinies in a crawlspace. They’d gone down easy, barely noticeable in your stomach. You could go for something bigger.
it was lunch time after all
The house is tidy, suburban, white shutters, flower beds neatly trimmed. The woman meets you at the door,
“I heard them moving all last night,” she says, ushering you in. “It’s disgusting.”
You nod, but you don’t share her disgust. Tinies aren’t much of a problem—not for you, anyway. You dont think they're gross.
In fact, you find them delicious.
You climb up to the attic, flashlight sweeping over boxes and dust-covered trunks.
you hear—the light, skittering sounds of tiny feet, racing around, trying to stay hidden. You don’t bother setting traps or luring them out. You’ve done this enough to know how to catch a tiny with your own hands.
“I know you’re in here,” you murmur. “Let’s not make this difficult.”
A rustle. One of them bolts—you see it, definitely a tiny- not a rat or anything else, maybe six inches tall. Its darting for a gap in the wood.
You lunge, faster, and scoop them up. They squirm in your palm. You don’t waste time. A quick toss, a parting scream, and then the tight, familiar sensation of something sliding down your throat.
You swallow, and feel the tiny land heavily in your stomach.
More movement in the attic.
there’s no escape.
Another darts for a box, and you catch them just as easily. One by one, they disappear down your gullet, bulging your throat for a moment before joining the others.
You pat your stomach as it begins to stretch, filled with wriggling, panicked tinies.
By the time you finish, you’re full—pleasantly so.
The attic is silent again, no more scurrying. Just you now, satisfied, stuffed, as you climb down.
The woman looks at your middle. She swallows. “You—uh. You got them all?”
You smile, wiping the corner of your mouth. “All taken care of.” you pat your full belly.
She pays you in cash. You head back to your truck, rubbing your belly as it gurgles over its new contents. Another job well done.
You pull out of the driveway, and head back towards the city, one hand on the wheel, one resting on your stuffed stomach.
You'd give yourself a break, you needed time to dispose of the pests properly. You never wanted to show up to a job already full.
You had another client scheduled in the evening. For now, you pulled into a roadside cafe
It's a favourite of yours, whenever you're in this area. A perfect place to hang around and digest.
You take a seat in the corner, shifting slightly to accommodate the fullness in your stomach. The tinies are settling now, movement staggering as digestion takes its course. You rest a hand over your gut, feeling the occasional twitch beneath your palm.
A waitress comes by, chewing gum, pen poised over her notepad. "What can I get ya?"
"Just coffee," you say. You don't need food.
In a few minutes, your drink arrives.
You sip your coffee, eyes half-lidded, and let yourself sink into the feeling. You do kinda like your job.
does anyone else feel like they can't tell anyone about g/t not because of shame or embarrasment but because they literally couldn't explain it.
like i don't even know where i would start.
so yeah i've been a part of this niche tumblr community for years about tiny people interacting with giant people because it makes my brain extremely happy. no i don't know why i'm like this. like what.
I use examples to get my point across when i tell people about g/t
Arrietty/borrowers, Gulliver's travels, Alice in Wonderland, or any common media or story with some aspect of gt in it and ask them to find the similarities
Otherwise you can also say how you like people with extreme height difference, but instead of like, 5'2 vs 6'4 it's 5'6 vs 100' (or 3 inches vs human height or whatever)
Then you can go into the more vibey stuff like, idk, handhelds, fluff, fearplay etc
People are exposed to gt because children's media shows it very often, so it's surprisingly not hard to explain, just that people wouldn't usually know that it's a thing you can like at all lol
Been thinking about Giants absentmindedly fidgeting with their tiny while the tiny is in their hands. Like the giant is trying to work, or listening to someone speak, and they’re just poking and prodding their tiny gently. Maybe a little squeeze, or flipping them around. And don’t get me wrong, the tiny enjoys it actually. The giant always asks before hand like “am I doing to much” or “does this hurt” like AAAAAA-
IDK MAN- just been thinking about my blorbo doing this to me any time he tries to pay attention to something 💀
Premise: A world in which genetically engineered tinies or Littlins are viewed as pets. Ellen is gifted one on her grandpas' birthday party, as she had graduated the week before.
Word count: 1,644
Note: part 4 might take a while to write
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Ellen hastily gathered her bag, trying to ignore the persistent background noise of her parent’s voices. Every word of caution and concern grated on her nerves, but she forced a tight smile, nodding absently.
“I just got a call from my neighbour. That’s all.”
Any more seconds here and she’ll get squeezed to death. You would have been more careful around a dog for fuck’s sake!
Part of her, though, blamed herself for not being more direct about leaving the littlin alone. Even if she had, they would not have listened anyways, she realised.
She gave a halfhearted hug to her grandpa. “Take care,” she managed, her voice catching a little, despite her efforts to sound cheerful. She thought that he should know better than anyone in that room the stark contrast between an animal and a person, as he looked after so many different pets at home, from koi fish to parrots. In the end he was just like her parents.
Just as she reached the car door, her dad appeared beside her, holding a small sack that reeked of pet food. The smell hit her like a wave and she scrunched her nose. Her dad’s earnest expression only made it worse; she could not stand how oblivious he was to her mounting anger.
“Here, take this for the pet,” he said, holding out the sack.
Ellen gritted her teeth, a strained smile plastered on her face. “Thanks, Dad.” She said, her voice tight. She shoved the sack into the backseat with more force than necessary. She could feel her father’s eyes on her, but she could not bring herself to meet his gaze.
“Call us when your neighbour’s bath is fixed.”
“Sure thing.”
Climbing into the driver’s seat, she slammed the door a little too hard, causing the bewildered girl next to her to almost jump out of her skin. As Ellen drove away, the tension in her body slowly began to ease, but the anger lingered, simmering just beneath the surface.
She drove in silence through the quiet neighbourhoods, the soft hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them. The houses blurred together, as she navigated the familiar streets, her mind racing faster than the car.
Her aunt consistently took brash decisions without consulting anyone, behaving as if she owned everything. Unexpectedly taking her sister’s car and dropping her kids off at their house out of the blue, had lost their element of surprise by now and were forced well within the “boundaries”. Letting her kids casually grab a person had sent her hundreds of miles outside that boundary. Ellen gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, trying to steady to whirling of emotions swirling within her. She did not think she could fake a smile around her aunt any time soon.
Her eyes flickered to the passenger seat, where the miniature girl sat, absorbed in fiddling with her tiny delicate fingers. Ellen could still feel the sensation of those tiny limbs, the weight so insubstantial yet profoundly significant, trembling like a leaf. Only now, in the stillness of the car did she fully grasp the gravity of that moment: she had literally held someone’s life in the palm of her hand. The realisation settled over her like a heavy cloak, bringing with in an overwhelming mix of awe and responsibility. Every breath the girl took, every heartbeat, had been cradled in her palm, utterly dependent on her.
Ellen opened her mouth, about to speak, but then hesitated. What could she say that would not sound patronising or forced? She wanted to treat the girl as she would anyone else, but every time she looked at her, she was reminded of their sheer size difference. The guilt gnawed at her- guilt for feeling awkward, for not knowing how to bridge the gap.
As they neared the highway, Ellen’s frustration grew. She stole another glance at the girl, who was now looking absentmindedly down at her barefoot feet, seemingly unaware of Ellen’s inner turmoil. Her heart clenched. She wanted to tell the girl that everything would be okay, that she would be safe now.
Instead, she reached over and turned on the radio. The abrupt eruption of drums and guitars startled the small girl. She covered her ears with her hands, her wide eyes darting between Ellen and the radio.
“Oh, sorry.” She turned the volume down, enough to ease the initial shock, but still loud enough to drown out the silence. The girl lowered her hands just as quickly as she had raised them before and fiddled with them in embarrassment. “My bad. Err… what do you listen to?”
The littlin stared up at her with contemplation for a long minute. “I don’t listen to anything really.”
“There has to be something you prefer over other genres.”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we’ll figure it out now.” She turned the knob, changing radio stations and waited for a reply that never came. She encouragingly asked “Do you like this one?”
“I don’t mind what music is on…”
“I see, so you don’t like it. That’s ok.” In her peripheral vision she noticed the girl’s eyebrows pinch together. Changing radio stations she commented in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I used to listen to this one, but then they changed the hosts.” No reply came. “They’re not as funny as the last ones, but the music is pretty much the same.”
The upbeat pop music playing could not drown out the awkward silence that filled the car. Ellen played through their conversation so far, desperately trying to pinpoint where she had gone wrong. The harder she tried to recall, the more elusive the answer seemed. She stole a glance at her, hoping for a clue, but her expression was unreadable.
Then it dawned on her: no one ever asks what music pets listen to. Taking into account that the girl has been treated as a pet so far, she actually did not know what genre she likes. Ellen took it upon herself to change that.
“This one plays general pop. Anything that’s trending online.” She changed stations, a sonorous soprano voice resonated through the speakers, “This one’s classical. It sounds better in person, trust me.” The knob turned again. “I haven’t heard this one is a long time… it’s rock by the way.” Her passenger still did not comment. Advertisements replaced the song quickly after. Just as they seemed to go on forever, Ellen said as nonchalantly as she could, masking her disappointment, “It’s ok if we don’t have any music on. It’s your call.”
“I’m not sure. Put anything you want.”
“I’m asking what you want.” She sounded somewhat stern.
“Pop… sounded nice, I guess.” She said, her words trailing off as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Alright.” Ellen was not entirely convinced, but at least she got the littlin to talk; it was a barely-visible crack on the ice.
“Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”
She craned her head up, looking stunned. “I don’t have one.”
“Everybody does.”
“No, I don’t.” She persisted, “You’re supposed to name me.”
“I would if you were my pet.” She could feel the littlin’s piercing gaze falter.
“You’re not keeping me! Whatever I did wrong I-“
“Hold on. Calm down, you’re staying with me more as a… roommate or something.” Her cheeks grew hot, she felt silly for exclaiming that out loud. “Just give me a name.”
“Seriously?” She stammered in disbelief and Ellen nodded in reply. “Nelly. I’m Nelly.”
“Nelly… you have a pretty name.” Ellen could not contain the corners of her lips curling up into a grin.
It was another crack in the ice.
………………………………
Everything was wrong.
The giantess saving her from suffocation and apologising on top of that was wrong.
The giantess asking her what kind of music she likes and what her name is was wrong.
The giantess calling her a roommate was utterly wrong.
Whatever plans she had of surviving were thrown out the window. They all seemed irreverent in the face of this unexpected and bizarre turn of events. She had always prided herself on being adaptable, but this was beyond anything she had ever encountered. The giantess was so terrifyingly unpredictable that Nelly felt a profound sense of vulnerability like never before.
She could not turn her attention away from Ellen’s towering stature. Every twitch the driver made, pumped adrenaline through her veins. She expected her to turn around a complete 180 degrees and pinch her between her fingers, her sharp nails poking her, with a condescending smirk. Yet, Nelly was still sitting on the passenger’s seat, not in a cage, unscathed from the previous ordeal.
At the same time, a glint of hope lingered in her heart. “Roommate.” Nelly whispered to herself, savouring the word. If the giantess was being honest, this could not be that bad. Roommates have privacy and opinions. Most importantly, they can say “no”. Could she actually be one? She shook her head vigorously, as if to drive the thought away. She knew better than to trust giants.
“Nelly?” Ellen’s booming voice calling her name, quickened her pulse. “I should have asked earlier, but… how are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?”
A warm, rare sense of gratitude blossomed in her chest. This rollercoaster of emotions and expectations was only getting worse. “I’m fine,” she faltered for moment, as she tried to decide whether she would regret this later or not, “thanks.”
“That’s good to hear.” Ellen released a long sigh of relief. “Again, I’m sorry. I should have seen it coming.”
Thoughts: I’ll try to rewrite this part and repost it, because I am not happy with it. Idk something about it doesn’t satisfy me… I had also hoped to write more and include more action… oh well. I hope you enjoyed it!
Premise: A world in which genetically engineered tinies or Littlins are viewed as pets. Ellen is gifted one on her grandpas' birthday party, as she had graduated the week before.
Word count: 1,505
Note: more parts are coming!
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Ellen sulked her way back to the dining room, million of thoughts swirling inside her mind.
She cannot keep a littlin pet person. She was not ready to face the daunting anxiety of living with such a fragile tiny person. How could she move around the apartment without the horrifying thought of crushing the girl under her slipper? Sooner or later, Ellen would get employed. How could she type away at work whilst the girl stayed stuck at some table’s surface unable to get off on her own in the case of an emergency? She made a mental note to search for any solutions online to that problem.
“So, how is it?”
Ellen almost dropped the halfway-filled glass she was staring at blankly. “What? What did you say?”
“Oh, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost!” Her mom teased “I asked how your new pet is. Isn’t she just adorable?”
“Ah, yes. Sure, she is.”
“Did you give her a name already? I have some suggestions. Penny or Daisy. They fit her just right, don’t you think?”
“They sure do…” she twirled nonchalantly the glass, forming a little whirlpool in the middle. She hoped that the girl was doing alright.
“Don’t fret about it too hard.” - she got up - “give me a hand with the dishes will you?”
“Of course.”
They gathered all the plates and cutlery, and began loading the dishwasher together. From the kitchen she could hear the tv playing and abrupt commentary. Ellen should have probably given something to the littlin to pass the time. As she tried to figure out what kind of entertainment someone her size would enjoy, her mom’s rambling about some miniature multiple-story houses she had seen on social media distracted her.
“They have working lights and running water!”
“Mhm.”
Ellen realised that she would need another solution to the expenses involved. She had seen in person the three digit numbers on the price tags of miniature items. Yet, she could not bring herself to keep the hamster cage- it just looks so uncomfortable.
“The moment I saw her I knew that she would be the best choice for you. She’s the perfect tiny model to dress up.” She let out a chuckle.
A voice in her head told her that she did not necessarily have to keep the girl. She could just look after her until she found another pet store or person who would be willing and capable of keeping her. This could be a temporary thing.
“Aunt Jessica!” A shrill voice cried from behind, making both women to whip around alarmed.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“My truck is in your car. I forgot it there. Can you open it? Right now? Please!”
“Yes, of course. Give me a moment.” Jessica rubbed her hands dry. “What are you going to do with it?”
“Play with Mouse. Duh.”
“What mouse?” Ellen’s voice trembled slightly.
“Your pet.”
His answer hit Ellen in the gut like a ton of bricks. Fearing the worst, she bolted out of the kitchen.
Please, please, please be safe.
She rapidly climbed the stairs, two steps at a time, her heart pounding like drums in her chest.
They better not have dropped her.
Ellen practically flew inside the spare bedroom, to her horror left open.
“Put her down. Now.” Ellen growled.
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Nelly picked and tossed around the spruce shavings that covered her cage’s floor, high enough to collide with the overhead metal. Eventually, a noticeable lump of shavings concentrated somewhere in the middle of the compartment, a testament to her ever life-draining boredom.
“This is going to kill me…” she groaned.
Usually she would have slept through it, but the eagerness of securing her near future let her wide awake. Earning the giantess’ favour was earning a roof over her head and a full belly. Not only that, she would also be earning some well deserved alone free time, which the pet store had robbed her of. As of now, she was still working.
Nelly rested her head against the cage’s wall, facing upwards. She listened intently to the noises of chairs grating and shoes clacking on the floor downstairs.
Oh, if only she was not the size of a mouse she would be on her way to buy real food, visit the park or some other place, and make real friends. She has been a friend to several human children who were not and could never be her friends; people do not keep their friends in cages after all.
Nelly hugged her bent leg closer to herself. That is how things are for every littlin, none of them can ask for anything more than the basics just like her. Yet, in the stillness of the room, she longed for something so frustratingly beyond her reach- literally.
THUD THUD THUD
Footsteps interrupted her train of thought.
Finally! Let’s get this over with.
Supporting herself on the mesh, she got up, straightened her shoulders, pulled curly locks of her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat. She looked as perfect as she could for her owner.
The colossal door creaked open at a snail’s pace. Two short figures stood at the threshold. Two children about the age of 10.
A look of hurt and disappointment crossed her face. All of her hopes of having a quiet few years, were shattered. The possibility of being given away to relatives had not even crossed her mind.
She was not prepared to be prodded and grabbed and pinched by their chubby fingers again. She could already feel ghosts of their digits push against her chest and tug her legs.
The children’s eyes widened in excitement and they approached, already bubbling about her.
“It’s so small! Just like a mouse.”
“It’s shorter than my dolls.”
“It could fit in my truck!” With that the boy run off.
Dread filled her as she knew exactly what he was planning to do. Nelly has had the unpleasant, nausea-inducing experience of riding on top of toy cars before.
I can’t go through this again.
With no hesitation the other one opened the overhead latch and reached a hand to grab Nelly. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of confusion and fear. She darted sideways, heart pounding, eyes wide, desperately trying to slip out of reach.
Greasy fingers as long as her body, encased her in a firm grip, way too firm. The world around her swirled, as she was lifted upwards fast, way too fast, close to her captor’s face, way too close.
The human girl’s mischievous face took up her whole vision. She frantically squirmed with all her might, despite the pain in her left leg, to slip and hide away from that familiar expression she knew led to excruciating ‘play time’.
Another hand approached Nelly’s hair. She jerked her head away from the advancing digits.
“Put her down. Now.” The deep guttural sound that the giant released sent shivers down Nelly’s spine.
The digits withdrew immediately. Her world spun again, as her captor turned around, clutching her close to her chest.
“But I’m not doing anything.”
“Natalie, put her back.”
“I don’t understand. Aren’t you supposed to play with it? Mom said that I could.”
“Well, she’s mine. Isn’t she?” That dried up Nelly’s mouth. Every human, no matter how nervous at first, was the same at the end of the day. “If you want to play with her you have to ask me first.”
“Ok.” Natalie nodded “Can I play with it? Please?”
“No, you cannot.”
“But I said please!” Nelly squeaked as the fingers around her tightened.
“Not today Nat.” Ellen sprawled her palm in front of Natalie “Give her back.”
“Fine.” Natalie spat out and hesitantly dropped her in Ellen’s soft palm. She fell uncomfortably face down and she took in a sharp breath. Another palm draped over her, covering her completely from view.
The “platform” bounced slightly up and down with each step, turning the insides of her stomach around, as if it were a washing machine.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen. I’m really sorry.” The giantess said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re going home now, ok? I’ll leave you in my car and I’ll be back with my things right after, yeah? I promise I’ll be super quick. Sorry.”
What the hell is going on.
Nelly curled around herself, her body trembling with confusion and frustration. The hands around her seemed to close in, their radiating warmth suffocating her. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and a sob escaped her lips. She thought she could lie and manipulate to turn things in her favour for once. Hopelessness, just like the very first time, gripped its claws in her chest.
Y'know, if I had a nickel every time Disney cancelled an animated gt movie that would've been amazing, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird (and sad) that it happened twice
Ayyy, good news, I finally got a laptop I can write on that is not my school laptop! Also, uh, fearplay, I think??? I think this counts, but idk.
Melody let out a deep sigh. She stared at the world beyond the cage through the untainted window. She had accepted it long ago- her fate was in his hands, the same hands that had trapped her within this prison.
She slowly stood to her feet and approached the golden bars. The tips of her fingers lightly brushed against one of them.
The light blue room in itself was fairly barren with only the occasional knick-knack and painting here and there to keep her company.
She sat back down and gazed through the window, the only thing she seemed to do these days. The cage swung ever so slightly at her movement. It hung from the darkened ceiling. Why he had put her cage there of all places- only attached by a long chain- was beyond her, but her curiosity had begun to dwindle long ago. Nowadays, all she does is find herself filled with feelings of longing.
Her eyes drifted to the wooden door as it let out a loud creak. Behind it was a man, his stern gaze softening as his eyes landed on her. He drew nearer, stopping when the cage- and her along with it, was only a mere few inches apart from his face.
“Hello little one.” His voice was soft. He possessed a voice anyone would mistakenly fall for- including her at some point.
He took a step back and reached out his hand, unlocking the cage. He kept his hand steady in front of the entrance. Melody hesitated. She knew what he wanted, it was always the same song and dance, but every time, she couldn’t help, but stall.
Eventually, she brought herself to her feet and stepped onto the outstretched hand. If she had to be picked up, she’d much rather have it on her own accord.
Once seated, she gazed up at him, focusing on the lines on his palm rather than the movement.
“You know…it’s been so long since I’ve heard that pretty voice of yours.” He started, coiling her hair around his pointer finger.
“What’s there to talk about?” She responded coolly.
“I don’t know, you used to find all sorts of things to talk about.”
“Those were cries of mercy.”
“It was still something.” She refused to look at him. She’s given up on gaining any semblance of sympathy long ago. “Am I still scaring you?” His voice reverberated through her entire being. Yes, he was still terrifying, and at this point, Melody wasn’t sure how terrified she should be.
She didn’t need to answer his question- her body language said it all. She struggled to not shrink away once his ruddy thumb began to caress her cheek. She struggled to remain unflinching as she felt herself being lifted, gentle lips placing a kiss atop her head.
No, she would never get used to this, the feeling of having more and more of her dignity being taken away every time she’s forced to walk onto his hand. He let out a slow chuckle.
“Well, afraid or not, it makes no difference to me. I will love you just the same.” She immediately closed her eyes upon seeing her worldview shift. She was being lowered, then gently pressed against his chest in an attempt to hug her. His cold warmth now surrounded her on all sides. She kept her eyes shut and stayed there, having accepted her fate as a glorified pet to a god a long time ago.
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