You make your way to your bathroom and see several groups of tinies cleaning up the area. You see a group of tinies cleaning your bathtub, a small group in the sink, and a large group scrubbing the floor. You stand in the doorway tapping your toes, causing the groups to stop working for a moment to look up at you. The groups stand in awe at your majesty, this is probably something that they never really get used to. You stand giant to them, one hand on your hip, tapping your foot as you look down at them. "This place better be cleaned by the end of the day" you demand aggressively. "If I see one shred of grim in here then you will all have toilet duty tomorrow". You take a step over a small scrubbing group as you enter. It's not that you were trying to avoid them, their lives were meaningless to you and they were easily replaceable. That being said you didn't really care to end their lives as long as they were working. Though as your foot fell, it landed on a stray workman with a plop, killing him instantly.
You make your way over to the toilet and see a group of tinies moving up and down a miniature scaffolding that was attached to the toilet. They were a part of your toilet scrubbing division. This division was created as a type of detention for tinies who have failed at their previous jobs. The work wasn't great, and it was very dangerous. "Hello Miss Amy, we have a few workers in the bowl right now. If you would please allow us a minute to evacuate them" a worker shouted at you from the seat. His request fell on deaf ears and he knew it the moment you turned around. He wasn't sure if you heard him, or if you just didn't care. It didn't really matter though since the result would be the same.
You unbuttoned your shorts, and let them fall to the ground. Some of the tinies were caught in awe at your magnificent figure and your cute sky blue panties. You grip the sides of your underwear and begin lowering them as you bend down and lower your ass onto the seat. The tinies on the seat look up in horror as your moons eclipse their ground. The man who made the request shuttered in fear, and in a desperate attempt to escape your booty he broke out in a sprint. Unfortunately, he clumsily slipped and fell into the bowl. Your ass makes contact with the seat and crushes many of the workers. Some of the newer tinies on the floor were utterly horrified by the nonchalant expression on your face. In your eyes they weren't worth preserving, they were the lowest of the low and deserved whatever you dished out at them.
There were about twenty workers in the bowl staring up at your asshole, worried beyond belief. They all knew that this situation was very commonplace at your home. They heard horror stories about this very thing happening. A few of the workers recalled a time last week when you were sick and spent almost a full hour on the toilet with little workers trapped inside.
They knew that their deaths were inevitable at this point, so they all prayed as they stared at your big butt and hoped that you didn't have to take a dump. You decide to
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