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Yearly post done with the help of the amazing Randomer185 , who did the collage and visuals while I wrote the caption and provided the image. He should be dropping a new story today, so go give him a watch~!

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Summer was always the most hellish time to be a tiny. The little reprieve tinies may get in other seasons, of being ignored by women when they look down and see one, or even of being helped out by bored altruists, vanishes as come June, girls begin to scour for any shrunken person that may be living in their house, under trees or ledges, or even frequenting underground tiny vendors. When it’s this hot, it’s damn near necessary to have tinies serving to absorb sweat by being used as insoles, buttplugs, or stuck inside of armpits. Naturally, when one is in a cramped space surrounded by a seemingly endless flow of sweat and being almost boiled alive by the unrelenting heat, the lifespan of a tiny in one of these roles is short, sometimes numbering mere hours from beginning of use to death.

As an example, observe this poor wretch on my slides. I just came home from a short walk around the neighborhood and already he’s desperately gasping for any semblance of fresh air he can find amongst my overpowering foot funk, a few of his ribs broken after having the ball of my foot slam down on them repeatedly, and if I lean in close enough I can faintly hear him begging to be set free. I’d rather not lean in though, my slides reek.

I can guarantee that he won’t make it through the concert I plan on attending, if this is the state he’s been reduced to after a mere twenty-minute walk. A few of my friends are planning to bring two extra tiny insoles to the concert so they can be placed in once their current ones expire. I suppose I should find some tinies to do the same with…

Description
Yearly post done with the help of the amazing Randomer185 , who did the collage and visuals while I wrote the caption and provided the image. He should be dropping a new story today, so go give him a watch~!

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Caption if you can't read the image:

Summer was always the most hellish time to be a tiny. The little reprieve tinies may get in other seasons, of being ignored by women when they look down and see one, or even of being helped out by bored altruists, vanishes as come June, girls begin to scour for any shrunken person that may be living in their house, under trees or ledges, or even frequenting underground tiny vendors. When it’s this hot, it’s damn near necessary to have tinies serving to absorb sweat by being used as insoles, buttplugs, or stuck inside of armpits. Naturally, when one is in a cramped space surrounded by a seemingly endless flow of sweat and being almost boiled alive by the unrelenting heat, the lifespan of a tiny in one of these roles is short, sometimes numbering mere hours from beginning of use to death.

As an example, observe this poor wretch on my slides. I just came home from a short walk around the neighborhood and already he’s desperately gasping for any semblance of fresh air he can find amongst my overpowering foot funk, a few of his ribs broken after having the ball of my foot slam down on them repeatedly, and if I lean in close enough I can faintly hear him begging to be set free. I’d rather not lean in though, my slides reek.

I can guarantee that he won’t make it through the concert I plan on attending, if this is the state he’s been reduced to after a mere twenty-minute walk. A few of my friends are planning to bring two extra tiny insoles to the concert so they can be placed in once their current ones expire. I suppose I should find some tinies to do the same with…