What would a world look like where tinies were sold in pet shops as pets? They'd live in glass enclosures resembling ant farms, where anyone could observe their strange social behaviors, feed them, and give them water—or do whatever else they pleased. After all, they're just tiny pets meant for entertainment!

Alena, for one, was thrilled with this concept and immediately became the proud owner of several tinies. For a few days, she merely watched them, hesitating to do what she had intended all along—the very reason she bought them. Little did they suspect what she had in mind.

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What would a world look like where tinies were sold in pet shops as pets? They'd live in glass enclosures resembling ant farms, where anyone could observe their strange social behaviors, feed them, and give them water—or do whatever else they pleased. After all, they're just tiny pets meant for entertainment!

Alena, for one, was thrilled with this concept and immediately became the proud owner of several tinies. For a few days, she merely watched them, hesitating to do what she had intended all along—the very reason she bought them. Little did they suspect what she had in mind.

But in life, as in any good story, chance can play a crucial role—unexpected events that don't depend on the characters' actions. The odds of such occurrences increase when tinies are involved—they're trouble-prone little creatures constantly landing in awkward and dangerous situations. That's exactly what happened here. Their fragile enclosure fell from the shelf and shattered while Alena was sound dreamaing]]].

What could they do now? Run away? Hide? No! These creatures had grown so accustomed to the idea that they were merely objects, toys, that they couldn't imagine life without the goddess who provided their food and shelter. They decided to get her attention, to return things to how they were.

Fools—they had no idea what a dangerous venture they were embarking on. Some of them managed to get quite close. They tried tickling her feet, pinching the soft skin of her massive thighs, or brushing against her plump lips. Amusing! Alena didn't even notice crushing some of them underfoot or swallowing a few, sending them straight to her stomach. She didn't realize that as she woke up, she continued reducing their numbers—how her giant butt turned a tiny girl into a smear, or how her big toe pressed another against the insole of her sandal. She left the house, unknowingly leaving behind countless crushed lives.

But what will happen when she returns? When she finally decides to bring her fantasies to life and use her tiny pets the way she always dreamed of—only to find them missing? I think we'll find out soon enough. ????