Diane was a married woman, the key word being was. When she married into wealth, she was initially reluctant, as she couldn't stand Michael, but the money his family had made it all worth it. Then you hit the jackpot, when he caught the shrinking virus after a year of marriage. You had read about the taste of shrinks being delicious, but you finally had the chance to test it. Boy was it the right choice, and after swallowing your ex husband whole, you developed a taste for the lot.

Since then, you had widened your horizons, buying assorted tinies from around the world, preparing elegant meals for yourself with the main ingredient being nothing but humans themselves. Due to the smallness of their frame, they didn't add much to your figure, giving you the lean figure which lead to your marriage in the first place, and you aged like a fine wine.

You made your way to the kitchen, looking through the pantry full of tubs full of women labeled and sorted by race. In your years of dining on the small, you had come to the conclusion that you preferred the taste of female shrinks rather than members of the opposite sex. Something with the tenderness of their bodies was just appealing. You stroked your chin, looking at the tinies struggling to make their way to the bottom in an attempt to hide from the inevitable. That was pathetic, and you had to let them know their place. You reached down and grabbed two hand fulls of tinies from the bucket labeled
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June 3, 2023
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