Tiny Misadventures

Hello, first of all, this text game is a fan adaptation of the game "Tiny Misadventures". Therefore, the content here shall be heavily based upon the base game, but heavily modified to suit the text-only style and the narrative flow more properly.

Even if the content heavily differs from the base game, all the game characters would be found here, and you as the MC would be able to interact with them all. Also, their personalities would be heavily based upon what is based in the game, with perhaps a few differences.

Finally, the links to the sites where you can download the game, and play it. I recommend you do this. And I am not the maker of the game, it's Dev088. He permitted me to do this, because of that, this exists.

https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=79&t=55431

https://www.giantesscity.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=145599&sid=16b3f9bed73c0f85ba7d9c80ccd56c6e

As a detail, a few of the characters in the base game are High school girls, however, to this adaptation even they are 18 years old or older. The other girls have a similar treatment. The rules of the universe the MC is transported two is similar yet not equal to our own, so things as having older that what is normal here high school girls is a thing here. So are many things that would be explained later. This is a story that will present heavy use of magic and fantasy to make the situations to come more believable, so if you want a fully realistic giantess story, this is not for you. For the rest, be free to enjoy the trip.

Without further ado, let’s start your Tiny Misadventures.

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I find myself in a strange place, with purplish "Walls" everywhere I can see, to the point of feeling endless. Then, you see a girl and a strange one at that. You cannot see her face; it’s like you cannot even fathom her. Only her red-pinkish hair I can even remember, which somehow stands up for its naturality. Not her body, not her face, nothing more than her hair, and her voice.

She speaks about feeling shameful of myself, "brimming" with self-pity. Yet, I know this is wrong. Sure, I had made bad decisions to this point, but everyone does make mistakes. No, I have no regrets about where I'm to date. I try to speak out to her, yet even as I move my lips, no words come out. What is this? Then, she extends her arm, and my own grab her firmly. Afterward, deep slumber and blackout appear before my eyes.

Then, I open my eyes, and the situation I find myself in is the most bizarre; a fleshy wall all around me. I move, and a moaning sound can be heard. The sound is potent, yet is not harmful. Yet, somehow, it ticks at my mind; I must remain in a dream, yet a part of me is telling myself that this is real.

-"Mmm, that felt good. It appears you finally woke up, my new pet."- A female voice surrounds you, like vibrating from the walls themselves.

Yet it is the content of the words that spur me. In a fit of anger, I exclaim:

-"I'm no pet and to no one. Unless you have kidnapped me, I have no reason to be a to no one sane. Whoever is speaking, show yourself! Or at the very least, have the decency of explaining where the heck I'm!"-

The voice can be heard once again, yet the tone is an angry one. It says:

-"Wow, it appears that I got a feisty one. I perhaps should punish you for it!"-

Then, the walls around you contract, putting pressure around you. It's painful, but nothing you cannot manage.

Then, the voice can be heard again, now with a happier tone:

-"Nice, now you are still. The punishment worked! However...you would probably scream at me again, don't you?"-

The pressure remain, and it's making more difficult to breath. Not only that, the air feels stagnant and humid, like being inside a sauna. With heavy effort, I say:

-"Yes...I would...but I can...apologize...if at least whoever...you are...explains me...what is going on."-

-"Hmm...You would apologize to me...I don't know... you did scream at me....and were disrespectful. And I would not like to have a disrespectful pet."- the voice says, with a clear sigh. If it was a person, you would believe it would be teasing me.

The pressure mounts up more, but then, it vanishes, allowing you to breath properly again. With a heavy effort, I say:

-"Thanks...and sorry...for screaming...at you...I have...no idea... where I am. I had a strange dream before awakening here. And that disturbed my nerves. Sorry...for that."-

-"You're welcome! Now...if it was disorientation that produced you being angry, then I shall explain where you are. That would calm you down completely, right?"- The voice says, in a happy tone.

-"Yes. That would most definitely help."- I say, with a sigh. However is the owner of the voice, I want to know, even if it treats me as a "Pet".

-"Well, if that is the case...you are inside me, to be more precise, my left breast. Inside my nipple."-

Her tone is calm, as it was just a simple matter. Yet too me, the very content is unbelievable. Inside a breast? The voice must be joking.

I laugh a little at the absurd statement, and say:

-"Good one. Is this the best joke you could come out with?"-

Yet, when the voice speaks again, her anger is clear as a crystal:

-"You are not believing me? Are even mocking me? That is the first time I have heard of a tiny so...annoying."-

The pressure mounts up again, prompting you to say in a nervous hurry:

-"Sorry, sorry. But can you blame me? What human would believe to be inside a breast? We are too big for that."-

-"Human? But you are not a human. You are a "tiny"."- The voice says, now in a calmer, even surprised tone.

-"Well, as far as I remember, I am not small. And I am most definitely human unless some weird unnatural magic shrank me down, and allow me not only to be small enough to fit inside a breast but to be even alive in such a size."- I answer, with a small chuckle in the end.

Silence ensues, and that starts to worry you. Then, the voice speaks again, and with a calm tone, it says:

-"Uh. You are a "tiny", yet you behave like a human. However, that is impossible. Tinies are made to be not only small and resilient but also "dumb". And there would be no benefit to making one as smart as a human. If it escaped its owner, it would bring havoc, human rights, and all that. Yet, you are now speaking to me just like a human. You are most definitely real; I am feeling you inside my breast, for the goddess' sake! So...unless that you were a shrunk human...there is no other way to explain your behavior."-

Silences return, and the voice murmurs something. Then it speaks:

-"But if you were a human...that would mean that I would be enslaving you...and that is...wrong. Yet...even just having you there...it feels better than anything."-

What is happening? What is the trouble afflicting the voice?

Then, it speaks in a troubled tone:

-"Would you...like to see me...properly? Perhaps...that would make us talk...a bit easier."-

-"Yes... that would be a great assistance.-" I answer, with a clear tone. Now, I want to know what is happening here. Not only due to the weirdness of the situation, but also because something inside me is telling myself that this is much more complicated than a mere .

The walls pulsate, and instead of pulling me deeper, they start to pull forward. A light appears, and an exit from where it comes. The walls keep pulsating until I find my head finally out of my position.

The sudden increase of light blinds me, yet I recover. But nothing could prepare me for what I am now seeing.

I am protruding from the very top of a fleshy mountain, a breast not doubt. Dread covers me, and a cold chill surges through my back. I move my head, rotating it like the turret of a monitor. Then, up above, a gigantic face of a girl, with silver natural hair, and beautiful blue eyes is looking at me with a slight blush. Only one eye is looking at you. The other is covered by her gorgeous silver hair.

Yet, her face is a troubled one. She is not in an excited mood.

I find myself stunned, and with a weak voice, after managing to process everything that I have seen, say:

-"Hello...” I smile fearfully.

-"Hi..." she answers weakly as well. I am not sure, but she looks at me as if she is capable of looking at my fear.

A few seconds of silence pass, before I say with a weak, unaccepting tone:

-"So...I am tiny?"-

-"Aha..." she says.

-"And I'm inside one of your nipples..."-

-"Correct..."- she answers, with a nervous tone.

Then, silence again, as I process her words. This is nuts! I am tiny. Tiny enough to be able to fit perfectly inside a nipple. A part of myself is unwilling yet to accept the truth, but that is the cold hard reality I find myself in now.

But then, a thought appears in my head. And I want to say it. So I do:

-"Sorry."-

The girl changes her face a little. Her eyebrow rises, in a clear sigh of curiosity. She then speaks:

-" Sorry? Sorry for what?"-

-"I'm sorry...for being disrespectful and... To be here, in one of your private zones."- I answer, with a sad tone. I truly feel guilty about that. She looks like a gentle girl, and I am invading her privacy.

The girl smiles just a little, before dissapering, and answering:

-"Don't worry... it's okay. I should be the one apologizing. After all, I am the one that called you pet."-

-"Nono, its fine. You treated me like that because you thought I was actually a tiny, not a human person. And, do this, "tinies", well, are pets?"- You say, the last part with a slighly calming tone. I really feel bad about her, something within myself is telling me that this giant girl is not bad, and I don't want her to feel bad.

It has the desired effect, provoking her to smile and say:

-"Triying to not making me feel bad? Only a person would do that. And that gives even more reasons to believe you."-

A few seconds pass before she speaks again:

-"About your question, yes. Tinies are pets, manufactured by several companies. They are very expensive, so if a girl gets one, she most likely will make sure to keep it safe. Unless she eats it. Then the tiny is done for."-

That exclamation puts me in fight or flight mode: Be eaten! That sure would not be a nice way to die, especially if I would have been found by a girl like that.

U start to shiver at the thought of such a fate, and the girl notices it: her nipple must be sensitive. She looks down at me directly, and with a calming voice, she speaks:

-"Sorry, I should have not mentioned that detail. However, fear not: I would never eat a tiny. Never. They are too cute and nice to kill off just for the thrill of it. Besides, you do serve better as pleasure toys than that."-

Her last comment was not as calming, yet I ignore it. I have more matters to ask her:

-"So...you bought me at a store? Like an actual pet?"-

-"No...I found you at my school, on the ground. There are several wild tinies out there, so I assumed you were one of those. And well...When I found you...I have no better Idea than to put you there."- She answers, blushing a little.

I remain silent for a few minutes before a singular and unique thought pops into my head. Blushing at it, you decide to ask her notheless:

-"Would you like then...that I make feel good?"-

She blushes immediately and says:

-"Would you do that...even after how I treated you?"-

-"Well, I have nothing more to do. And you seem nice and...Beautiful"- I answer, blushing even more. I am red.

She blushes red as well, and with a smile, she says:

-"Well, then I thank you compliment...tiny gentleman. Yes... I would like that you please me."

With that, I look and close into her skin. Even your hands appear to affect her. Then you lick.

She moans, provoking shockwaves around me. Yet, this only provokes that you keep licking, provoking more moans and shockwaves in return. Meanwhile, I use my hands to masagge the walls as best as I can

Her moans start to get louder and louder, she is enjoying my tiny licks and rubbings, despite the ginormous size differences. The feeling that I am feeling, of making feel-good such a Titaness, is something exhilarating on its own.

Yet, I find myself quickly tired, and as soon as it started, it is over. Between gasps, she looks at me and says:

-"Why...did you...stop? I...still...a bit far...from the orgasm."-

-"I'm...sorry...but...I am exausted...this tiny body...has not stamina at all."- I answer, clearly gasping.

She giggles a little while looking at you, and says:

-"Would...you like to rest? We can talk...and have fun...tomorrow in the morning."-

-"Yes...That...would be...lovely."- I answer, provoking her to blush.

She then says:

-"Well then...go to sleep inside...me...I hope you find it...cozy."-

Then the walls gently pull you deeper, and deeper, until they put you inside a "sack" full of milk, definitly a mammary gland of hers.

The warm atmosphere, combined with your tiredness, is more than enough to make you close your eyes. Sleep is near immediate.