Ava Racks and I arrive at the tiny farm expecting things to look spotless, organized, and running smoothly like we instructed. Instead, the place is a disaster. Tiny tools tossed everywhere, not a single tiny even trying to clean. We look down at the tinies scurrying around trying to hide, and both of us exchange that look — disappointment mixed with hunger. We didn’t come here planning to eat anyone today, but honestly? If they can’t keep their home clean, what good are they besides being delicious little snacks? We pluck our tinies up pluck between our fingers, tease him with what we are gonne do to him. We shove him right between our tits, and I shove mine right between my cheeks next. They kick and wiggle but it only makes us laugh harder. We toy with them for fun, sliding them along soft skin just to watch them panic. Soon the teasing isn’t enough. We want to feel them inside. We dangle them over our open mouths, letting them stare into the hot pink pit they’re about to drop into.
