Foot Tongue Mouth And Vore - The Tiny Accident

Foot Tongue Mouth And Vore - The Tiny Accident

As you arrive home, exhausted from the horrendous traffic jam, you can't help but shake your head at the sight of the glittery mess on the floor. You remember the slight buzz of power that ran through your fingers when you shrunk down the cars - it had been such an intense feeling. But now that the adrenaline has worn off, you're left with the aftermath of your actions and the anger from missing your important interview. Ripping off your pumps, you kneel down to examine the micro-world that lies before you. In this close proximity, the tininess of everything is truly breathtaking; you can see the firefighters and police scattered amongst the sea of glitter, all of them unaware of their drastically reduced size. The temptation to simply remove them all from existence is overwhelming, but you decide to play with them for a while first.

Beginning with the police officers, you gently brush some of the glitter off their uniforms and marvel at how they react when they come into contact with your skin. They try to push back against you, but their efforts are futile. Some even climb onto your hand, only to slip off and fall helplessly onto the ground. Watching their struggles amuses you and fills you with a twisted sense of power.

Moving on to the firefighters, you decide to blow them around the room for a bit before crushing them underfoot. Their efforts to escape your grasp only further amuse you. In a fit of impulse, you pick up one firefighter on your finger and inspect them closely. They look so tiny and vulnerable up close that it's almost enough to make you feel sorry for them... until you remember why they're here. With a twisted smile, you tap the back of your hand, sending the little firefighter tumbling towards the ground. They land with a soft thud, their body flattening into the carpet. A wave of satisfaction washes over you at their destruction, and it's then that you realize you've been holding your breath. Exhaling slowly, you continue to play with the tiny figures scattered around the room.

As time passes, however, your amusement begins to fade. It's no longer fun to watch them squirm and struggle; they're just too tiny. Grabbing a handful of glitter from the ground, you blow gently onto your palm, watching as the tinies scatter away from the bright light. With a resigned sigh, you turn towards the window and stare out into the distance. Your interview is long gone, and there's nothing you can do about it now. Maybe next time you'll remember to check traffic conditions before shrinking everything around you.

With a heavy heart, you walk back over to the glittery mess on the floor and survey your handiwork. The room is littered with tiny bits of glitter, each one representing a person or vehicle that you've reduced to nothingness. Yawning, you stretch your arms above your head and look up at the ceiling, wondering how many more walls you could paint without the help of a contractor. The breeze from an open window catches on one of the strands of glitter hanging in the air, sending it spiraling towards the floor. You sigh again, rubbing your eyes wearily as the light from the window fades into darkness.