"This was the last straw. All you tinies are the same, have fun on your own Susanne." She says as you try to protest as she drops you in her open, canyon resembling cleavage. You slide down the middle of the breasts as darkness engulfs the area, leaving you banging against soft tit fat hopelessly. This was a bad, bad situation. The jiggling breasts gave slight comfort as the warm skin soothed you to a degree, but only temporarily.

Just as you were settled in the shirt of your former landlady, two, red fingernails plucked you by your thin shirt and pulled you from the prison where you were kept. The giant Latina woman gave you a look of disgust as she dropped you onto the city sidewalk, with giant feet collapsing around you on every turn. The familiar sneakers soon made their way back inside as you looked around, running to the side for safety.

You walk down the street, careful not to intrude on anyone's space, looking at the bustling city around you. You run in hopes of reaching some sort of temporary safety, at a shelter for tinies, as you knew the one down the block. The danger in this lied in the various bad intentioned norms who hung around the shelters, taking anyone who tried to enter or exit the building.

You saw the sanctuary for your people, and it looked clear for now. You sprinted towards the small entrance in the side of the building, before grabbing onto the door and
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June 3, 2023
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