The concept of being trapped inside a ball in a ball pit as someone enters fascinates me.

"Tinies don't deserve new mouthwash" she said, after spitting some of her used mouthwash onto a bottle cap. She leaned closer, with a huge white smile, and said: "hurry up. I need you to check a cavity".

She had prepared a special meal for her tiny, but the food bits were too large; he couldn't taste more than one thing at a time... "But the mixture of flavours is the whole point!", she said. She grabbed a spoonful and chewed it until it was all a mush, and then opened her mouth.

From time to time I get (somewhat dark and obscure) giantess fantasies and, since I don't have much time to draw or write anything long form, I'll just start dumping them here until I decide to create something.