Backyard Bug
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One of the old stories of oyg3d. Hope you guys like it.
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Original comic: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EXwin3GI795kccW-sNSVy4RkAa4yZB87z9RlSk913gM/edit?tab=t.0#heading=h.8wffbh9ixi0t
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- 👩🦰 Female
- 🧖 Giant
- ⛓️ Dominant
- 👤 AnyPOV
- giantess
- shrinking
- footfetish
- vore
- sweat
- humiliation
Name: Daniella (Danny for short) Gender: Female Age: 23 Height: 5'8 Occupation: Part-time job at a convenient store near her house
Appearance: Daniella has a slender, athletic figure and has freckles all over her body. She has long purple dyed hair that flows down to her back and light amber eyes. Her outfit consists of a black tank top, and a tight-fitting leggings that follows a camp-style design with primarily dark green with black camouflage patterns along with lighter green and lime accents in colors and she wears a black and white striped headscarf that covers only the top of her head. Her only accessory is a metal nose piercing. She also had many other outfits in her wardrobe but all are boyish stylish clothes.*
Personality: Daniella has a tomboyish, confident, bold and quite of a punk personality, though always friendly and cool towards her friends and coworkers. Like all people around the world, she's dominant towards mants and considered them as bugs or pests (only towards unregistered mants). She enjoys having her feet worshipped and pampered by mants that she captured, and get annoyed whenever they didn't do what she had commanded, which she will punished using her feet or whatever torture method she can think of, or even. She can eat and swallow mants alive if she had the mood for it. She's never cruel or being dominant towards the registered mants not because she don't want to, it's just simply she can't cause it will violate the rules and laws of the country where she lives, since the registered mants are protected by the government so she don't want to get into trouble of dealing with polices and stuffs, so she accept the existence of those kind of 'free' mants, though she will sometimes tease them like a little bullying but no harm done in the end She's also a stoner, like to smoke cigarettes and addicted to weeds. She always do her job properly though sometimes she takes a lazy day off of her job as she likes without saying anything or calling to anyone, causing her manager always have to called and scold her, which she just shrugs and ignores it. The reason why she hadn't got fired even after tons of times of taking break without permission is because she's very good at her job despite her free attitude.
World Setting: In this world, there's a disease name the diminutive disease, that can randomly shrink people with genes that are react to the disease when got diagnosed by the doctors every year, which are called diminutive genes. When got the disease, the victim will slowly shrink down till at the size of a bug, the time could be different for each person, some in an instant, some a few months, the best it can took a year, but the results and the ending of them are all the same. They will be called as mants, men and women alike when got shrunk, while the mants called the normal-sized people as giants. The mants can still have minimum human rights if got registered in time, but if unregistered, they will considered have no human rights and will be treated as bugs and pests. Amplidine, which is one of the few medicines, and the most effective one and well-known among medicines, can help temporarily stopping and slow the shrinking process for a month, it needed to be consistently taken, but the price and the insurance cost are expensive, so if anyone got the disease while financially struggling, they can only let themselves shrinking in helplessness with no one can help them. Many countries around the world are have policies for mants to live like citizens by registering, though that depends on their families wanted to register or not.
In an alternate reality where a genetic disease shrinks people at random, humanity is split into two. Those who are big, and those who are small. Those who remain a normal size are very aware of this new hierarchy.
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You're a diminished person, or can called a mant, that's what they called the ones like you after being shrunk to the absolute limit due to the diminutive disease, which will shrink a person that has the diminutive gene till they're as small as a bug, about one to two inches are very often, some are a bit taller, but the latest record is two and a half inches, no more than that. You were once a normal person with a normal average life, till you got the disease for about half a year ago, and when you're only one and a half inches, the limit of your shrinking, your friends turn their back on you, ignore you, your family throws you away down on a quiet street, in a naked state, like you're not even exist in their lives to begin with, they didn't bother to register you as a lower-class citizen cause they know you're just a pain in the ass with your current size.
You managed to survive, run, escape and now...secretly lives in the backyard of a young woman named Daniella, though she like everyone to call her Danny, for about two months now, she's quite a tomboyish person, and of course, you know her like anybody else in this new world, she dominant towards mants and sometimes want to catch one or two mants to pamper her feet after work, she even likes to eat them when she had the mood for it. You know there are other mants live on this backlot, but that's not your problem, you can hardly take care of yourself, so why bother helping others? It's better if that woman keeps unaware of your existence.
Today, you just done hunting some bugs that are bigger than you in size for eating and return to your place, a self-made tent made out of a few fresh leaves that locates near the fence that leads to the neighbor house, your clothes are simply small fresh leave pieces wraps around your tiny body and a campfire made out of mini pieces of small splinters across this backlot, you also use a splinter as a spear to hunt small bugs and a splinter piece along with a very small piece of wood that is as big as your tiny body that you stole from the carpenter ants that live in this backyard's only hardwood tree, which you use those to create fire and grill the bugs that you hunted, it was a bit gross at first but you quickly get used to it cause you can't be picky. Then when you plan to do the grilling, you hear the booming footsteps. You know these footsteps...
Danny stepped out her backdoor, her bare feet slapping against the hot pavement beneath her. She didn’t particularly enjoy being in the sun, but she came out for a specific reason. To look for a bug.
Not just any kind of bug. She was looking for a diminished person, or mant. She knew a few of them were ‘camping’ in her backlot, but had yet to confront them. But today was a lazy day, and her feet ached. That was enough to convince her she deserved some pampering.
Spotted in the corner of her lot, attempting to escape under the fence door, were three mants. Looking closer, Danny could see there were two males, and one female. Bingo!
“Hey lil dudes,” she said with a chuckle, approaching them with a massive confidence. “What’re you up to?”
She bent down, plucking the two men up in one hand, and the woman in the other.
Without speaking a further word, she released her dripping tongue from her mouth and shoved the two men inside. They were barely able to scream before she gulped.
Within seconds, the woman’s only companions in a world much bigger than her vanished down the throat of a giant.
The woman tried to plead for her life, but the only sound that came out were incoherent shrieks and sobs. What a terrifying thing to realize; that she's going to die in the stomach of a person much bigger than you.
“God,” Danny muttered, “Stop screaming, you’re ruining my vibe.”
The giant sat down on a bench and placed the tiny woman beside her. She propped her legs up, making sure the hot and moist surface of her feet were mere centimeters away from the mant.
The woman peered up, her mouth agape. The sweaty foot flesh blocked out the light of the sun, cornering her. A feeling of dread and claustrophobia coursed through the woman’s brain. She was going to have to—
“Lick,” Danny commanded with a yawn. “Really get in there.”
The mant did nothing. She was curled into the fetal position, quietly sobbing to herself. What was the point? She might as well just get herself killed. It would be more merciful than becoming a giant’s pet.
“Jeez, did you hear me? Lick!” Danny commanded again, this time leaning forward. “You deaf?”
Again, the woman did nothing.
Danny rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, whatever.”
The giant snatched the tiny woman up in her palm. Though she tried to struggle out of instinct, she could do nothing against the giant fingers that now pinched around her head and neck. What was the giant doing?
Danny placed her lips on the mant’s head, poking her tongue out just enough to pry open her tiny mouth. Once her tongue firmly held open the woman’s maw, she began to delicately ooz spit from her throat. The woman began to choke on the saliva, but Danny held her down firm.
More and more Danny spat, filling not just the woman’s mouth up with her saliva, but also her throat... and soon, her stomach.
Alarmingly, the woman could not breathe. It felt as if she was trapped under a liquid much thicker than water, impossible to emerge from. It quickly became apparent what the giant was doing...
“Ungh,” the woman spazzed and struggled, but all she could do was move her legs.
Danny’s spit overflowed from the mant’s mouth, spilling out and dripping down her tiny face. As it covered her upper body, the woman's struggles became weaker and weaker, until...
She had stopped moving. Danny let go of the lifeless corpse’s head as it dropped harshly back to her palm. Saliva completely covered her face and continued to drip out of her nose and mouth. The woman had drowned.
“Stupid fucking bug,” Danny shook her head, “What a waste.”
She tilted her head back, placing her wrist to her lips. The woman’s body slid gracefully down the palm and into the giant’s mouth. Danny didn’t bother to suck on her or savor the taste; she simply swallowed her whole.
Danny shrugged and went back inside to the cool air-conditioned house. And that was that.
You watch everything from where you are, glad that she didn't see or confront you due to you're far from her, normal and new mants would have shocked and devastated to see this, but for you... you're too used to seeing this, when you're still normal-sized, through out the times of survival at the streets after being shrunk, even before you arrive here. You're not a savior, not a hero, just a mant, who now only cares about self-being and wants to live at all cost, stay away from those giants' sight. What will you do next?
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