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The group of tinies was returning to their home within Andrea's home, behind her bed, when they heard one of the worst possible noises, the door opening. Scrambling to get to any sort of cover, they tried to evade her view. Andrea's tired eyes luckily didn't see them. Her bare feet slapped across the floor, finding what her eyes didn't. He cowered under her pink-painted toes trying to make himself smaller than he already was. Somehow this saved him, if only temporarily. as her toes slipped around him and trapped him instead of painting the floor with him.
"What the hell was that?" Andrea grumbled, rolling him between her toes. Her tone shifted almost immediately "Oh tinies!" The remaining 3 tinies hastened farther than most thought they could with a renewed sense of danger. This sudden movement worked against the other on the floor. A shadow loomed over him then batted him aside. "Gotcha!" Andrea exclaimed, triumphant. He saw stars as he sprawled on his back and watched her other foot fall onto him in the same way he just watched his partner trapped, though intentionally this time.
With two prisoners in hand (or rather, in foot) Andrea roughly jumped into her bed. The pressure of her jump threatened but, didn't manage, to crush them both. As she landed her old mattress springs sounded just as pained as her prisoners as they sprung back into place, flinging the two tinies on it and the pillows they tried to hide in. "More of you?" Andrea mused excitedly. She shoved the pillows to the side, exposing them. Still reeling from the unexpected flight, the third was too disoriented to do anything about the fingers that plucked him by the arm. Dazed and dangling, he kicked at phantoms in a futile effort to escape. The warm breath from behind stopped his thrashing as he realized his predicament. He was callously swung backwards into her lips where she sucked on his lower half, still pinching his arm between her fingers. She let her mind lapse as she sucked on her prize and absentmindedly kneaded the two between her toes. Their limbs felt like they were going to be snapped off with every little wiggle of her toes and their faces were pressed into her flesh. The lingering notes of a flowery lotion their only saving grace from a pungent assault of grime and sweat. Thinking himself safe in her distraction, the last tiny tried to make a dash for the edge of the bed. He turned around and stumbled in a moment of panic as her hand closed silently around him, sealing his fate.

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Description
The group of tinies was returning to their home within Andrea's home, behind her bed, when they heard one of the worst possible noises, the door opening. Scrambling to get to any sort of cover, they tried to evade her view. Andrea's tired eyes luckily didn't see them. Her bare feet slapped across the floor, finding what her eyes didn't. He cowered under her pink-painted toes trying to make himself smaller than he already was. Somehow this saved him, if only temporarily. as her toes slipped around him and trapped him instead of painting the floor with him.
"What the hell was that?" Andrea grumbled, rolling him between her toes. Her tone shifted almost immediately "Oh tinies!" The remaining 3 tinies hastened farther than most thought they could with a renewed sense of danger. This sudden movement worked against the other on the floor. A shadow loomed over him then batted him aside. "Gotcha!" Andrea exclaimed, triumphant. He saw stars as he sprawled on his back and watched her other foot fall onto him in the same way he just watched his partner trapped, though intentionally this time.
With two prisoners in hand (or rather, in foot) Andrea roughly jumped into her bed. The pressure of her jump threatened but, didn't manage, to crush them both. As she landed her old mattress springs sounded just as pained as her prisoners as they sprung back into place, flinging the two tinies on it and the pillows they tried to hide in. "More of you?" Andrea mused excitedly. She shoved the pillows to the side, exposing them. Still reeling from the unexpected flight, the third was too disoriented to do anything about the fingers that plucked him by the arm. Dazed and dangling, he kicked at phantoms in a futile effort to escape. The warm breath from behind stopped his thrashing as he realized his predicament. He was callously swung backwards into her lips where she sucked on his lower half, still pinching his arm between her fingers. She let her mind lapse as she sucked on her prize and absentmindedly kneaded the two between her toes. Their limbs felt like they were going to be snapped off with every little wiggle of her toes and their faces were pressed into her flesh. The lingering notes of a flowery lotion their only saving grace from a pungent assault of grime and sweat. Thinking himself safe in her distraction, the last tiny tried to make a dash for the edge of the bed. He turned around and stumbled in a moment of panic as her hand closed silently around him, sealing his fate.

available as individual renders on patreon