Tiny watching their owner slam the door in a hurry, right before immediately rushing back inside, reaching out towards them and snatching them up, identically to how someone would grab their keys if they had forgotten them.
"Aww, they love each other!" Said about two tinies who would murder each other if their owners weren't watching them right at this moment.
Giant looking up what it means if your pet tiny constantly stares at you, feeling kinda worried that it's a sign of something bad. The only results were "Your tiny thinks you're absolutely gorgeous." and "Your tiny is completely smitten with you." They had to take a moment to recover from that.
Sometimes even the most happy and loved tinies feel anxious about not being enough for their giants. So every few days you should take your tiny and whisper all about how good they make you feel. Don't let them shy away from it, make them listen until they give you a teary eyed smile of acceptance.
Tiny who's perfectly content living their entire life as nothing more than a little pet for a giant. Hopes and ambitions are for bigger people, all they want is to live day by day, getting affection and attention, and cheering on their owner's successes.
It taking almost four months for a tiny's new owner to discover that they're actually capable of speaking.
An absolutely terrified tiny getting swamped with affection by their cage mate, another tiny who settled into their own Stockholm syndrome long ago and is now more than happy to guide any new pets towards enlightenment.
Tiny holding on for dear life to their owner's clit while a cock fucks into her over and over again. Knowing that if they let go, they'll immediately catch a ride deep into a pussy with no hope of escape.
Mental health issues like "severe separation anxiety" or "incapable of saying no" being advertised as desirable features at the tiny pet shop.
Tiny suffering from a violent sneezing fit and getting pissed off at how all the giants think it's absolutely adorable the little squeaks they're making.
Princess finding life as a giant's captive far more liberating than her old life. No more responsibilities, free to pursue whatever hobbies she likes. The giant would even bring home items she asked for from his excursions, so long as she didn't ask about the wellbeing of their previous owners.
A sobbing tiny immediately forgetting what they were sad about once their giant suffocates them underneath a long, wet kiss, leaving behind nothing but a dumb brain fuzzy from all that affection.
Licking my thumb and wiping my pet tiny's face after dinner. Calling her a "messy girl" for having sauce and juices all over her cheeks, even though it was my fault for insisting on hand feeding her. Pinning her arms down so her mouth was all she could use, as a true pet should.
"Have you been a good little tiny today?" I ask my pet tiny who enthusiastically nods, having spent the entire day sleeping in my laundry hamper.
Tinies whine and complain about the strangest things. You shave your pubes but nooo, apparently they enjoyed "exploring the shrubbery".
"You married a monster!" Her friend stormed off. She sighed. They were always so shallow. Sure, her giant hubby has sharp claws and fangs, and a scary voice, and destroys cities for fun, and swallows people whole, and... It suddenly occured to her that she had, in fact, married a monster.
"How many tinies have you eaten?" "Hmm, probably about fifty." She grimaced. That was more than she expected, but she really did love her giant. Fifty of her kind... over a giant's entire lifetime? Maybe she could accept it after all. "Though I ate a lot more yesterday." The giant chuckled.
Busy with work, but feeling my pet tiny rubbing their body against my arm. Desperate for any amount of attention. Without even looking at them, giving the tip of my finger a quick lick and lowering it in front of them. Immediately feeling them straddle and start to restlessly grind against it.
My pet tiny's Stockholm syndrome is finally starting to set in. I'm so proud of them!
It's fun to run my tongue back and forth between a tiny's legs while they flail about inside my mouth. Completely soaked in saliva and suffering from the constant stimulation. There's absolutely no escaping it, they'll feel that pleasurable torment for as long as I please, and not a second shorter.
Tinies like to talk a big game, but once you actually place them in front of a giant cock or pussy, they just freeze up. It's like they never realised exactly how small they truly are, and how overwhelming those scents and sights would be in person.
The little hops a tiny does when you're lowering yourself down to kiss them. They can't help themselves, they're just too excited that they're about to feel those indescribable sensations of affection once again.
Borrower sleepwalking all the way to the human's bed, climbing up onto it, and then snuggling into the crook of their neck. She still adamantly insists she doesn't have a crush on them.
Teaching my two pet tinies how to kiss each other. Pinching their little arms and placing them around each other's hips, pressing their faces together so they can't pull away, making sure that any embarrassment and hesitation is forcibly corrected. Anything but complete intimacy is unacceptable.
"I'm sorry, I just don't think a relationship would work between us." The tiny looked down, hiding her tears. She knew it was true. She was too small to be a good partner for a giant. "But I suppose you could be my pet." She perked up. Giving up her personhood to become a pet... was that allowed?
Eating the mushroom that makes you hallucinate tiny people before coming across a borrower. Picking them up and fiddling with them in my hazy state thinking this is all some sort of vivid illusion. Meanwhile the very real borrower is having the worst and most terrifying day of their life.
I've gotten very good at understanding the form and flavour of my pet tiny. Now I can even dump them into my mouth alongside a bunch of other tinies, carefully examining each squirming body with my tongue, swallowing them one by one before retrieving my now soaked little cutie, the sole survivor.
It had been a few weeks since the tiny was caught. She looked up at her giant captor who was, once again, affectionately staring at her through the bars of her cage. "Who's my good girl?" They said. For an ever so brief moment the words "I am" came to her mind, and that really pissed her off.
Extremely frustrated tiny spending five seconds charging up a tepid "ᶠᵘᶜᵏ" that was almost completely inaudible, but she still feels very guilty about it.
Tiny grumpily waiting for their giant's boner to go down, always finding a flaccid penis to be much more comfortable to cuddle with.