Tanya had been on her search for what seemed like hours and the only thing she was able to find were berries on tiny bushes that came up to about the middle of her calves, and she wasn’t sure said berries weren’t poisonous. She was about to give up when she heard what sounded like voices. Tanya cautiously approached where the voices were coming from as was amazed at what she saw.
Hiding in some of the bushes Tanya saw before her a small farm-like piece of land, complete with a tiny hut big enough for a family of five, if they were about three or four inches tall. For a moment Tanya thought she stumbled upon someone’s model of a native tropical home, until a man as tall as her ankle came out of the hut and started working in the field.
Tanya was astounded about her discovery. This Island was inhabited by a race of miniature humans. There were probably more in the hut the tiny man came out of. The silent gnawing in her belly reminded Tanya that she needed to find food. At that point a thought crossed her mind; she was gigantic compared to the island’s inhabitants, and in many stories she read such people were considered food to giantesses like she was on this island. Part of her was excited about the idea of feeling a tiny person inside her, but another part was appalled that she even thought of it.
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