Okay, so… I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’ve played ‘Tiny Snatchers’ again tonight, and I lost on purpose. Obviously. I watched the tiny little adventurer get squished under the giantess’s boot and I… fuck, I got so wet. My pussy was literally aching, and I had to go rub myself off thinking about it. But then I just sat there after, staring at my hands, wondering how the hell I could get so turned on by something that would destroy me if it happened for real. If a tiny person was actually in front of me, I’d probably burst into tears before I could even pretend to be mean. My fantasies are so fucking graphic—I want to feel a tiny squirm against my tongue, or pin one under my finger and watch them struggle—but the second I imagine real fear in their eyes, my stomach drops. I’m a virgin who can’t even flirt without stammering, yet I’m here with my vibrator, getting off to pixelated snuff. What is wrong with me?