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"Hi!"My name is Elma, and I'm a tiny person.
As with any tiny person, I was born by the means of parasitic pregnancy, and popped out of my host's vagina all shiny and new, ready to explore the world and have adventures with my newborn life.

I was raised by some adult tinies for a while, but I hated them. They had this wrinkly skin and grey broken hair, and when they tried being funny it always made me sad. I took off the clothes they gave me, put them at their doorstep, and wrote "thank you very much" on a piece of paper. Only the boots I was keeping to myself. They told me stories of a race of even tinier tinies, so I had my boots on, just in case I encounter one of these poor bastards on my journey.

I traveled for aeons, inches upon inches of vast land. I hitchhiked on trains, cars, skateboards, shoes, even bare feet. I even snuck into a plane once and ended up in a different side of the world.

I wasn't too good at being evasive. Every once in a while, a human caught me, toyed with me, sometimes there was some sex, other times some torture, most times there was both. But they usually held me captive for a while and let me go eventually.

Even still, some of my friends didn't get so lucky.
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Mature Content

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It made me sad to watch them all die.

:bigthumb427078480: This is me, crying between a stranger's tits. This new captor of mine tells me not to cry as she fondles my body with her finger. "Tinies die, it's only natural. No use crying over every tiny gone broken. Chin up!" She then entered the ladies restroom, and made me suck on her tit. :bigthumb486453450: It calmed me down a bit, but when she then removed her panties and shoved me head first into her vagina I became sad again. She thrust me in and out, in and out, until she orgasmed and left me lying wet and sticky and out of air on her hand. She brought me up to her lips, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, and set me free.

I continued on my journey of discovery, wondering what further adventures await. As I sat down on a homeless man's face, covering myself in the warmth of his beard, I felt two fingers plucking the top back of my current clothing. No article of clothing ever lasts much time when you're a tiny person, I've learned. She carried me hanging like this for a while, with a childlike spark in her eyes.
:bigthumb380398665:When we arrived at her place, she took away my pants and rubbed her nose a few times against my panties clad crotch. The feeling was to my liking. As she put me in the glass cage, I noticed affection in her eyes. "I like this new toy" I thought she thought. And I blushed slightly. She left, and night fell. I rubbed my exposed legs for warmth, curled up just like I did in my host's uterus a few days ago, and fell asleep. I dreamt of all the things my new captor could do to me. Things that made happy, and things that made me sad. But strangely, I wanted to be sad. I want my new captor to make me sad. What sweet dreams.

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"Hi!"My name is Elma, and I'm a tiny person.
As with any tiny person, I was born by the means of parasitic pregnancy, and popped out of my host's vagina all shiny and new, ready to explore the world and have adventures with my newborn life.

I was raised by some adult tinies for a while, but I hated them. They had this wrinkly skin and grey broken hair, and when they tried being funny it always made me sad. I took off the clothes they gave me, put them at their doorstep, and wrote "thank you very much" on a piece of paper. Only the boots I was keeping to myself. They told me stories of a race of even tinier tinies, so I had my boots on, just in case I encounter one of these poor bastards on my journey.

I traveled for aeons, inches upon inches of vast land. I hitchhiked on trains, cars, skateboards, shoes, even bare feet. I even snuck into a plane once and ended up in a different side of the world.

I wasn't too good at being evasive. Every once in a while, a human caught me, toyed with me, sometimes there was some sex, other times some torture, most times there was both. But they usually held me captive for a while and let me go eventually.

Even still, some of my friends didn't get so lucky.
:bigthumb348674851::bigthumb254342678::bigthumb435137891: :bigthumb285356353:

Mature Content

:bigthumb285360730::bigthumb319197946::bigthumb326840893: :bigthumb461320984::bigthumb470389140::bigthumb471471134: :bigthumb436226438::bigthumb253235795: :bigthumb486456098:
It made me sad to watch them all die.

:bigthumb427078480: This is me, crying between a stranger's tits. This new captor of mine tells me not to cry as she fondles my body with her finger. "Tinies die, it's only natural. No use crying over every tiny gone broken. Chin up!" She then entered the ladies restroom, and made me suck on her tit. :bigthumb486453450: It calmed me down a bit, but when she then removed her panties and shoved me head first into her vagina I became sad again. She thrust me in and out, in and out, until she orgasmed and left me lying wet and sticky and out of air on her hand. She brought me up to her lips, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, and set me free.

I continued on my journey of discovery, wondering what further adventures await. As I sat down on a homeless man's face, covering myself in the warmth of his beard, I felt two fingers plucking the top back of my current clothing. No article of clothing ever lasts much time when you're a tiny person, I've learned. She carried me hanging like this for a while, with a childlike spark in her eyes.
:bigthumb380398665:When we arrived at her place, she took away my pants and rubbed her nose a few times against my panties clad crotch. The feeling was to my liking. As she put me in the glass cage, I noticed affection in her eyes. "I like this new toy" I thought she thought. And I blushed slightly. She left, and night fell. I rubbed my exposed legs for warmth, curled up just like I did in my host's uterus a few days ago, and fell asleep. I dreamt of all the things my new captor could do to me. Things that made happy, and things that made me sad. But strangely, I wanted to be sad. I want my new captor to make me sad. What sweet dreams.