#simulacrum tag

Jxjdjfkfiffijfjgg thank you thank you thank you 😵‍💫 that's such a hot idea... After a year of being taped to armpits or dropped in socks or stuffed in underwear and sucked on and tasted and teased, for me to be so used to it that anything else feels wrong...

I can't sleep in a bed anymore. Why isn't it wet? Why aren't I moving, being jostled and moved and brushed around?

The air outside is so cold. It's too clean in my lungs. Fresh early spring breezes feel like I'm being trapped in a freezer. I cough with every normal breath.

Food doesn't taste right anymore. I'm supposed to be eating the chewed up remains of whatever my owner ate, not fresh food.

Water isn't salty like sweat is, it's not slimy like spit. It feels wrong.

Everyone sounds so loud when they talk. Why is it so loud? It's supposed to be muffled. Only Her voice is supposed to be that loud.

I can't even focus without hearing her breathing and chuckling.

Why am I not being watched? How am I supposed to know if I'm being a good girl if there's nobody to tell me I am?

Jtjtjtirirkrmrk😵‍💫 this is one of my favorite things btw . Just a little disposable snack for your puppygirl for when she's being good. Good girl! Good sit, good shake! As a reward, you get to murder someone. It's ok, she's not a real person. Just a tiny thing.

Being dropped onto the floor in front of her, scrambling away from her, screaming, shaking, while her owner tells her to "wait for it, waiiit for it..." Watching her get so excited, tail wagging, tongue drooping, body shaking as she tries so hard to stay in place as I make distance... Hearing that "Go get it!" And the pounding of a girl's limbs against the floor as she launches at me, grabbing me in her paws.

The loud slurping she makes reminds you how you want to be as far away as possible. If you leap from the desk wasn't almost certainly fatal you would probably already be running. You not even sure she's eating those wings with how she just sucks the meat right off the bone and swallows, eyes never leaving the computer screen as some video murmurs in her headphones.

You watch as her sauce covered fingers dip into the plastic bowl, searching for a bit too long before frowning. She looks down at it then at you. Immediately you scramble to hide. She pinches down hard on your leg, ankle spiking in pain as you're pulled into the air. Before being slapped down in the swallow pool of leftover sauce and crumbs then dragged around until you are fully covered.

It isn't long before she brings you up to her mouth as well

It felt like it had been at least a day or two in there. It was so unceremonious. She didn't even say anything to me. She just found me, stuffed me in there without a word, and went on with her day.

It was nauseating. Hearing her stomach gurgling on one side of me, hearing her obnoxious laughing and casually cruel comments to other people on the other side of me. Listening to her eat was awful. The smacking of her lips, the squishy sound of food being chewed. I tried to yell at her, to beg to be let out, but I don't think she even heard me. My voice must have been muffled, because she didn't react at all, not even to tell me to shut up.

Then she just pulls me out. I expect to hear her talk to me, but still, nothing. Like I'm beneath notice. I look around for an escape route, and she doesn't even look at me. Some YouTube video more interesting to her than the girl she kidnapped. She just keeps eating, crumbs almost half as large as me spilling down to the desk as I search in vain. Maybe I could climb down a leg of the desk? No, the desk hangs out too far, I can't get to the legs. She's so uninterested in me that maybe I could climb down her legs? But she's wearing shorts, and she seems sweaty... Not much grip, even putting the other dangers aside.

Then we lock eyes. The only acknowledgement she gives me. I can only run for a second before her fingers reach down and shatter my ankle. I scream, get briefly drowned in that white sauce, and lifted high into the air. Thrown into that maw, the spicy stink of buffalo and ranch flooding my senses.

She doesn't even have the grace to savor me, just greedily swallowing me down like anything else. I scream and claw and fight on the way down her throat, but it's not even seeming to register to her.

My hands pressed against your fingertips, trying to squeeze my little tail out from your grip. Just landing on the ground wouldn't help me, I was still too far from water to be able to actually escape, or even survive especially long. But every instinct I had was telling me to get out of your hand. But, as slippery as I could be, you still only needed to pinch a little harder to keep me firmly in place, a little shriek coming out of me.

I had never actually been around a fire. Not any way I could, living in the water. But the way it crackled behind me, the way the air rippled around it with heat, and the way you spoke about it all let me know just how dangerous it was.

I didn't know what to expect by "the old fashioned way," but I certainly didn't think it would be as barbaric as what you did to me next. Wood pressed into my back, just above where skin meets scale. Harder and harder, until I felt the flesh split open. Wood intruding on my insides, breaking through muscle and skin, pushing through my front. My tail frantically wiggled in the open air as I let out another squeaking little cry, prompting a chuckle from one of your friends around the fire. You just grinned silently down at me, holding the stick out over the fire...

C-come on, that's not true... There's nothing separating me from them, or us from you! Just because they gave up and accepted a lower status and a lower quality of life doesn't mean they're smarter or better! It just means they were too scared to stand up for themselves!

It's not fair to expect us all to willingly give up and let ourselves be played with, be kept as pets or treated poorly just so that we don't end up on a plate or under a foot. And it's not fair to treat us like we're lesser just because

One day they left you with one of the tinies they were going to eat so you could "play with someone your size for a bit". You talked to her for a bit and when you let slip how you were safe with your friends she started looking at you different. When you turned around to look when one of your friends would come back she pushed you over. Despite your similar sizes, being a wild tiny made her much more fit than you. She pinned you, stripped you, beat you. Calling you a disgusting traitor to her people and when the loud thumping of footsteps could be heard she kicked you one last time then quickly got dressed in your clothes.

you were certainly your friend would notice such a stupid attempt especially since she didn't really fit in your clothes, but you were quickly snatched up instead. Maybe they would notice as they brought you closer to their face. They were your friends, they would be able to know who was really you... right?

She looked so disgusted with me. I had never been that close to a wild tiny, I didn't know they could be so... Venomous. If looks could kill, hers would have done it slowly, painfully.

I hadn't realized how weak my life as a "safe tiny," a glorified pet, would make me. It wasn't even a struggle. She held me down like I was a fussy child. Her fists and feet rained down on me, and I couldn't even get one solid hit in to defend myself. I begged her to stop, but she wasn't listening, too enraged by me. Her words were cruel, but I could detect jealousy. She wasn't mad that I was betraying other tinies, that I was safe. She was mad that I was when *she* wasn't.

I could barely see out of one eye. I could feel I was bloody and bruised. She stripped me when I was too weak to move, throwing her clothes on. I felt a smug bit of satisfaction - obviously she wasn't going to fool my friends. They would probably hurt her a little more, for trying to hurt me. I felt bad for thinking I would relish watching that.

"Did you have fun with your little friend, Jenna?"

I tried to look up to respond, but before I could say anything, the wild tiny replied.

"Yes, but I think I'm done. Do whatever you want with her!"

I looked up at my friend again, expecting her to see something was up. But she just.... Didn't. She just chuckled, said one of those demeaning, dismissive things she always said to me. And then she picked up my bruised, naked, exhausted body. I was too weak to speak loudly, but I still tried to sputter something out.

The wild tiny had a different face, a different voice. She was built differently, my clothes didn't fit her. She didn't talk like I did. Our hair was completely fucking different! And this girl, one of the meaner ones but one I still considered a friend... She didn't even fucking notice.

I think my life's dream is just tricking incons in cruel and unusual ways

Oh my gosh this is such a good thought 😵‍💫

Carefully, slowly coming out from my hiding spot, my tiny legs shaking beneath me as I finally reveal myself for the first time... You say it's okay, you're not mad, you just want to help me. It's okay if I stole food, I was just trying to get by, after all.

My breathing is heavy and fearful, and I move so slowly, second guessing, then third guessing every step I make. I flinch away fearfully when those fingers come to grab me, but you're being so gentle, so kind about it. I look up at you with scared, hopeful eyes. I crack a nervous little smile, and you return one that looks so genuine. I feel my legs slip into your pocket, and it feels so warm and comfy...

And then my whole body follows suit. I hear your callous laughter at just how *naive* this little incon is as I slip right down into your bra. My legs get caught under your tit, and with a few small movements, my entire body is smothered under the weight. I try to scream out, but I just get smothered by sweaty tit flesh. I struggle and squirm, but it's too late.

I wonder how long it would take till you try to run. Because I would never pass up the chance to make my fantasy a reality :)

It must be so cute to you. That pleading look in my tiny little eyes. I'd be shaking and shuddering, realizing now just how *small* an inch is. It's something I had fantasized about, yeah, but actually *being* at that size... It's not hot. It's just scary. The size of your fingertip.

My stomach churning in anxiety, the way I flinch at every word you say, at every little moment. Asking you to please stop *looking* at me like that, my voice shaking. Deep down I really would think you were still planning to help me.

Even as you tell me to my face you won't. Even as you lift me up. Squeeze me, feeling how easy it would be to smash me entirely. How fragile i am, and how nobody would be able to find any proof. I'll be forcing myself to believe you're just teasing me, just flirting, even when you really shouldn't be.