tinyscruffs

Warning: NSFW Crushing, Death, SCAT

Compared with the average height of his tribe, Titch was already very small. Like all Pixies, he had long, thin, iridescent wings and pointy ears, just like his friends and family but Titch never really grew much past the size he had been since he was a teenager.

He hated it. Being shorter than everyone else. He often struggled to keep up during the day's work, finding it difficult to carry more than one or two berries at a time. None of the other Pixies begrudged him for it however. In fact, he was adored throughout the village for his small size. Pixies love anything that's even remotely cute.

Despite the fact that Titch was probably one of the smallest autonomous creatures to live in all of the kingdom, his heart was big and he wanted to travel and to see the strange wonders that lay over the horizon.

One day, fate gifted him with a chance to see the world. A travelling tinker, a human, passed the village one afternoon. Unaware of the little eyes looking up at him, he made his way past their houses, grumbling as he went. The tribe panicked and hid from the heavy thuds of his old boots.

Seeing his moment, Titch flew up behind him and hitched a ride in his backpack bulging with oddities and artifacts from across the land. From beneath the flap of one of the outer pockets, he hid from sight and watched the dusty road push his village far away and over the horizon. He could hardly contain his excitement.

They travelled together for several days and nights.

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Now every child across the land is warned about visiting the land of the giants. Those lucky enough to return from that land bring with them horrifying tales of humans being eaten or kept as pets, magical beings being squashed underfoot like ants, or worse. Much worse.

Pixies, given how tiny they were, might be so easily crushed that the giants were often unaware of their existence. So you can imagine the concern that Titch felt when he realised that the tinker was taking a shortcut through this dangerous land (time is money after all) and it wasn't long before he came to a halt.

This could only spell trouble. Titch peered out from under the flap as the tinker placed his backpack on the ground. Before his eyes, an enormous shape came into view. It took him almost a minute to realise what he was looking at.

"A giantess!" Titch gasped.

Thankfully, she was fast asleep. Choosing the road as the place for her nap, she had made their way all but impassable. Her huge, curvaceous body lay directly across it and she rested on her side, with her back to the two travellers. Her long, earth-coloured hair piled up behind her and the crest of her hip rose above them like a soft mountain. Most giants never bother with clothes as it requires too many resources to make and so she was naked except for a necklace strung from hundreds of human skulls. Doubtless, these were the remains of her recent victims and she was sleeping off a full stomach.

Already overwhelming in stature to that of the tinker, who was about the length of her big toe - compared to Titch? Well... he was a mere bug to her, the size of an early summer mosquito and probably just as irritating. Even a gentle movement could squash him, ending his life in a second if he got too close and probably without her even noticing at all.

The road ahead led right up to her gigantic butt and continued on the other side. As the tinker brought them both closer, holding the bag with one arm, the loud breathing of her sleep filled both their ears. Titch could only imagine what she was dreaming about.

Peering out from the corner of the pocket so he could see better, he watched as her body seemed to grow ever more impossibly large the closer they got.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the tinker stopped dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

The giantess was shifting her leg, dragging her knee upwards out of sight to them. The earth shook. With a sleepy moan, she arched her back and stuck out her enormous ass in their direction. Its plump shape rose above their heads, almost as if she knew they were there and she was taunting the two travellers who had nowhere to run.

Holding this position, she drew her breath and for the second she held it, silence came all around. Then, promptly and aggressively, she shattered the moment's peace in an instant. Her ass cheeks parted and she dispensed an almighty FART - her gigantic butthole pushing out the long, powerful blast so deep and loud that it echoed over the hills like thunder, long after it finished. It was without a doubt and altogether the nastiest, most awesome, most deafining noise that Titch had ever heard. His tiny, pointed ears rang like there were bells loose in them and the tinker's mouth dropped open in shock.

The ground shook and an invisible gust of warm wind swept into them, blowing right into their faces, humid and vile. The force and volume of her gas was so strong, the tinker had to lean into it like one withstanding a gale to prevent being lifted off his feet.

After she had finished, the giantess relaxed her expansive hips. Satisfied, she moaned dreamily. Relieved of her gas, she eased back into deep sleep.

The tinker doubled over, coughing uncontrollably in the disgusting cloud of fart-gas which was all around them. Titch dove into the pocket of the tinker's bag so he could hide from it and cough without making any noise.

The little Pixie was so overwhelmed with terror and disgust he couldn't believe it. But he also felt great curiosity and wonder. He hadn't even once considered a Pixie lady farting let alone a giant woman such as this. It was so incredible, so frightening, gross and shocking to him he didn't know what to think.

"Wow. That was kind of... hot? He blinked thoughtfully and he felt his dick harden. What a superb end for him, he imagined, if he had spread his wings and flown in close to her massive butthole as it dispensed the God-like fart. His miniscule body would have been blasted away like a tiny, filthy piece of dirt.

The tinker appeared to have recovered a little from the shock and began to pat himself down. Suddenly, as if in a trance, he dropped his bag to the ground and began to walk slowly up the road towards the giantess. He appeared to have lost all reason, as if the toxicity or tremendous force of the gigantic fart had turned him mad. Titch wanted to cry out and warn him but to reveal himself as a stowaway only now didn't seem like such a good idea. Not that such a tiny squeel like his could be heard by the enormous woman - he was more afraid of the tinker at this point and how strange he had become.

The tinker stepped right up to the giantess' towering ass and began to push against the soft, yet firm curve of her cheek in a ridiculous attempt to move her. His face held a look of total vacancy, like someone under a dark spell. Unfortunately for him, this turned out to be the very last stupid idea of his life.

As he turned round to look back down the road, puzzled and dumbfounded, a looming, monstrous shadow drew over him. His eyes widened in surprise and as he looked up, a desperate and fearful cry escaped him. Now he was fully awake and lucid to what was happening.

Turning over on her back, the giantess rolled over onto him, crushing the tinker under her immense weight and silencing his terrified screams. There was an almighty quake as her buttocks overtook him.

And just like that, the tinker disappeared forever but Titch could still hear his muffled cries for help slowly decrease in vigor as he suffocated to death inside the humid, pungent cleavage of the giantess' massive ass.

After what felt like far too long, the ocean waves of her heavy breathing gradually snuffed out the tinker's pitiful cries. As she sighed back once again into a deep sleep, the weakened, muffled squeels stopped altogether.

Witnessing every detail of this scene from his close position, Titch was overtaken with horror and just a little turned on by seeing the hapless tinker engulfed by the giant ass.

But then he shuddered when he thought about the pathetic, puny little squish he would make if that same fate were now to befall him.

Sensing how sticky he was all of a sudden, he looked down to see his body drenched in a blue ooze. Touching his fingers to his arm he studied the liquid that had spilled on him and looked behind to locate its source. A flask of strange liquid had broken in the tinkers bag as a result of the recent earth tremors and had spilled out everywhere. Some of it had made it through the lining and covered him. Yuk!

Before he had time to do anything, he felt an odd sensation ripple through his body and he felt as though he was being reduced or collapsing in on himself.

"Oh no. Oh God, NO!" Titch cried when he realised what was happening.

"It can't be! It just couldn't!"

But it was. He was shrinking!

The strange liquid must have had magical properties and as it reacted to his Pixie body, it worked its spell on him. He was getting smaller and smaller by the second, tinier and tinier!

When it finally stopped, he was so unbelievably microscopic that his heart nearly gave out with shock. The size of the giant woman next to him, the sounds of her sleeping, the immense rise and fall of her chest were now so overwhelming to him that it was almost too much for his little brain. If she were to roll over and crush him in the puny state he was now, like she did with the tinker, with her galactic, planet-sized ass, he would be utterly obliterated. As if he was nothing at all. All that would be left of him would be an insignificant red speck stuck to the landscape of the skin of her perfect rear. Like a tiny pimple bursting. He would remain there unnoticed as she went about her day, only to be wiped off and washed away in some distant waterfall.

Titch gulped when he remembered... Giants hardly ever took a shower.

In reality, he had become much too tiny even for that particular fate. It was far more likely that he would be simply smushed into her sweaty ass. A tiny, inaudible pop and then gradually absorbed into her skin, becoming part of her giant ass forever - a tiny, unobserved and forgotten sacrifice to a monstrous Goddess. He had never felt more turned on in his life.

Trying to think clearly, he realised that he could use this turn of events to his advantage. Whereas before, he was roughly the size of a small fly to the giant woman, now he was so minute, so puny and insignificant to her that he might be able to pass her by completely unnoticed.

Buzzing like the tiniest, microscopic insect you'd strain to see, he began to fly the length of her back, under the shadow of her bulk. It was slow going. Fluttering with all his little might, he had to regularly descend, gather his energy and try again. What was an inch to the giantess was the length of a stadium to Titch. At this rate, it would take him the rest of the day to make it round the other side of her.

"I'm so tiny and so scared." he cried, but there was no response to his self pity. Her breathing was slow and unrelenting.

"Perhaps if I am very careful and quiet, I could fly over her and rejoin the road that way."

Flapping his tiny wings, he buzzed upwards and as he was just about to give out from exhaustion, a small breeze blew him head over heals, tossing him upward.

As he cleared the crest of her massive body, he could just about make out the slightly opened gap of her lips far in the distance. It was still far too far for him to go. He could never make it across her!

Panic took hold of him and he turned right to see a giant eyelid lift open as he desperately hovered just above her nose. Panting and straining while quickly loosing energy, an iris the size and pale colour of the moon widened and contracted as it came into focus on his microscopic body. All the breath left his lungs in a miniscule gasp and he could feel himself falling, falling to her breasts.

The giantess was awake. She had seen him and a sultry, curious voice filled his ears.

"Oh. Hello..."