Tanya wouldn’t call herself a “tiny rights activist” but apparently in the eyes of some, saying that tinies have their uses was “too progressive” for some. She frowned as she scrolled through her insta feed, reading replies or mentions. Most if it was the usual, thirsty men telling her how hot she was, or people applauding her for this or that.
The life of a content creator in 2023 was a lot of things, but contentious was definitely a word she would use right now. No matter what you say these days someone makes it divisive. You couldn’t even wear some colors sometimes without people barging into your feed saying things about what you mean by your fashion choices.
Its like, @Tony1337Dougie im wearing green floral leggings and a purple shirt because I think its cute, not because im making a statement about whatever the fuck you are upset about today.
@Tanya Are you saying you think tinies need more rights and support programs?
@Tanya you've lost a diligent follower, I love you and your pictures but I can't support someone who thinks we should be spending even a single cent of our tax dollars on this nonsense
@Tanya I love you! I can't agree more, everyone wins when we improve diversity and making sure tiny people have a place in the world, and our economy is paramount!
Shaking her head, Tanya smiled. It was easier to ignore the negative ones when there were at least 3 positive ones for each one. Reading a couple more upbeat comments before shutting her feed and looking at the clock. Her assistants should be arriving soon, and then it was off to the gym!
Tanya got a lot of credit for her ideas, but she knew she was hardly the first person to think of it. The moment tinies started having phones and cameras she saw their potential. As their integration into society moved along so did their involvement with technology and next thing you know they too had a lot of modern’s wonders at their disposal.
Tinies made wonderful photographers. When you wanted that angle just right, or some impressive shots to make you look huge and powerfu nothing was better than a tiny. They could get such good up close shots, or get it JUST right. Tanya had started hiring some, and bringing them along on her adventures and the results spoke for themselves. Many of her posts were top viewed on the regular, and she attributed that to her helpers fantastic work.
Whether it was getting that perfect shot showing her biceps pumping on lifting a weight, or her calves and thighs stretching her shorts on a squat, no picture had made her feel better about herself or her body than some of the ones they've taken. Some, taken in the privacy of her home when of course wasn’t sharing with anyone publicly, but man did they make her look good. Every woman deserves to feel l like a goddess sometimes Tanya felt, and these guys accomplished that exactly.
She had of course, had to learn quickly to be…careful. Her first trials with some tiny assistants had had a couple…accidents. Accidents she still sorely regretted anytime they came in conversation. Tiny rights had gone far enough that she'd been slapped on the wrist for it, and had to pay a fine, but only because they had been rather public and impossible to ignore. Fortunately no one in the world thought they were anything besides an accident either, otherwise she would have had a lot more trouble moving past them.
Her contract promised a sizable payout to the victims family if she accidentally hurt or killed anyone moving forward and that addition had satisfied the community, as well as made sure there was no shortage of people looking to work with her. It was a little sad to think about, but apparently knowing even if they died their family would get money was all it took to convince people to do dangerous things, she had noticed her assistants getting a bit riskier ever since.
Tanya snapped out of her thoughts as her phone beeped, indicating they were here and it was time to go! She stood up, checking herself in the full length mirror before leaving the room. Today was hot pink knee length leggings, tight enough to show off the goods with a matching black athletic shirt. Her cleavage was evident but not so overtly you would accuse her of showing them off on purpose.
She did try not to be TOO sexy at the gym, she was there to actually work out, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the glances, and sometimes stares she got. It wasn't her fault she was a smoking hot babe. Finger banging herself in the mirror like a dork she strutted out to her front door and headed out her front door.
Carefully stepping out onto her front doorstep she squatted down and looked. Sure enough there was a small gathering of 5-10 tiny 2 inch, or smaller people, waving, some already catching some pictures.
‘I will remind you all, that per your contract any pictures you take belong to me for the duration of today. You will hand over everything to my assistant at the end. Should any pictures of me from tonight surface on the internet without my permission, I will sue you per the contracts you all signed. Is that understood?”
She couldn’t really tell but heard no complaints and thought she saw some nods. A couple more camera flashes.She smirked, a peek at her waist confirmed this low of a squat was giving off the hint of a camel toe, and she probably looked fantastic from down there.She imagined the view, a speck on the ground looking up at her. Her thighs and pelvis taking up their sky, hint of her butt visible from behind her thighs. Craning upwards her exposed stomach, followed by bust and then sunglasses face. MMHMM She may even jill off to it later.
Placing her small carrying compartment down, she collected them all before securing it and placing it into her purse. Then she was off to drive to the gym. As Tanya drove she let her mind wander ,imagining her workout and when and where the best pictures would be.
Arriving at the gym Tanyawas pleased that it wasn’t too busy, that always made it easier to get things done properly without being rushed. Nothing like someone waiting for the machine or area she was using to make her feel awkward and rush or make mistakes. She did genuinely want to avoid being “that girl” at the gym being in everyone's way. She respected everyone there to work out, but she was trying to look great while doing it.
Starting her workout with some warm up cardio, she grabbed an empty treadmill and opened her box up, depositing a couple up on top, and down on the sides, with one at the end. She smirked, almost accidentally dropping one on the actual treadmill itself. It Might have been funny to see them go flying..but if they got hurt so would her bank account.
After ensuring everyone was secure and ready she turned it on and began a light jog. Trying her best to ignore them and just run and listen to music she still imagined she could feel the flashes of the cameras. Her mind wandered to what she must look like to each of them. A goddess, with each long step coming right towards you, but never reaching. The ones up higher would surely have a nice view of her, and she glanced down, despite her sports bra the girls were still bouncing a bit.
After about 15 minutes she hoped they'd gotten plenty of pictures as she shut off the treadmill and cooled down for a couple down to a slow walk. Coming to a complete stop she looked down. “I want some of you here on the treadmill in front of me. NOW!” she barked. She wasn't mean, not intentionally at least,but she did want them to remember their place, and the fact that she was in charge here.
Satisfied once she saw several down there, she moved her foot forward hovering it over many of them, “snap it. Snap it like your life depends on it. Whoever’s picture is the best gets an extra 50 at the end of this” she said down to them as she playfully wiggled her foot slowly, pretending to step forward and down. Her foot looming over them, she had to be careful, she couldn’t even see some of them behind her toes.
A couple of the specks actually ran away, causing her to shake her head. She wasn’t going to step on them, that would cost her 10s of thousands, and it wasn't worth it, but boy did it make her want to.. Plus the best shot needed to come from a still camera from someone that wasn’t afraid to be in the shadow of her running shoe. “Idiots” she muttered loud enough they could hear her, but hopefully not so loud that it looked like she was talking to herself.
As she posed, making some rounds of different poses and facial expressions, trying to find that right smirk for "I'm about to step on you” or “oops thats not a good place for you SPECK” she was satisfied that at least a couple of those must have come out perfect. She'd probably never post those, lest people start accusing her of tiny abuse again, but she may enjoy them herself from time to time. For Tanya it wasn’t about the implied domination, but rather just how powerful you looked from the ground.
Gathering everyone back into her small box she frowned in annoyance as she had to wait for the cowards. The tinies that had run away from her took a while to get back, finally calmed down, but still not moving as fast as she'd like. She made a mental note to ask her team lead who those were so she wouldn’t hire them again. She had plenty of people begging to take this job, they only got one shot to impress.
Looking around the gym, she continued her work out over some of the weight machines.Taking her time at each one, letting them out to snap some pictures before gathering them back up to head to the next one.
Everything was going very smoothly,and she was on her second to last stop before calling it a day as she sat down on the pull-down machine and dispersed her photographers, some down hear her feet, a couple way up, perched a little precariously on the top looking down, and then some just on the bench behind and in front of her.
This wasn’t a squat, or glutes work out, but she knew that her peach was going to look bomb so she wanted to get some close up ass shots from behind. Most of the ones from the front would probably be too spicy for her instagram, but that wasn't going to stop her from having sometimes right in between her thighs snapping shots anyways as she pulled up and down on the cables.
Suddenly her focus was broken, as she heard a gasp and “OMG Tanya?”, looking up, she spotted a pair of women she didn't recognize, gawking at her with bubbly excitement. It wasn’t uncommon that she'd be spotted out and about, you didn't get to be one of the most popular instagram models without being recognized of course. She did prefer if they would leave her alone while…clearly doing things though.
Unfortunately that was not the case here, as they walked up and tried to start chatting. One of them pulled out a sharpie, “Could you like, uhm, sign my water bottle?” Tanya rolled her eyes, but begrudgingly agreed, this was usually the easiest way to get rid of them so she could finish her workout.
Standing up,, being careful here she stepped as well as making sure she got straight up and did not slide down the bench she walked over to chat briefly and sign their water bottles.
Turning around, Tanya nearly panicked when she saw someone else had taken her spot. A slightly older woman, clearly here to work out and get out was now seated on the bench. Taking a step towards her the woman glared at her, with a clear “leave me alone”.
Tanya was torn, on one hand, she did really want to try and make sure all her workers were okay…but she was worried making a scene may even make it worse, especially if anyone in there decided to film her. The LAST thing she needed was a video of her nagging this woman going viral, so despite her feelings all she could do was sit back and wait for this woman to be done.
When Tanya had gotten up, there was minor concern amongst the photographers, but everyone did expect her to be right back. Grouping up many of the ones on the bench took the time to share some of their shots, and brag about who had the best ones, after all Tanya paid bonuses for the best shot from each section of her workout.
When a shadow loomed over the gaggle, first thought Tanya was back, she would certainly look before sitting back down, but when someone screamed noting the sky was not pink but blue they began sprinting for the edges.
Looking up from the bench, Steven was trying rapidly to figure out where the safe space would be. A colossal ass, covered by blue shorts was coming down to take a seat, and they were directly under it. His gut making a snap decision, he began sprinting towards her knees, hoping he could get clear.
As he ran he noted some had chosen the other direction, hoping to get behind her, a much…riskier choice he figured.
As the body made contact with the bench he was knocked off his feet by the impact,and subsequent gust. Standing back up he turned and took a second to celebrate that he had survived. A couple other men were with him, and now he had no idea if the others had made it, certainly anyone right behind him hadn't.
Standing up, Steven couldn't help but snap a shot of this, looming on both sides of him was this woman's enormous thighs, partially covered by her shorts. Her shots stretched taut across her crotch he considered snapping a shot of that, Tanya would have loved it, before realizing this woman maybe had no idea he was there, and that would be rather rude, and definitely perv like. He doubted Tanya would hire any of them again if they handed over shots like that.
Continuing to create distance he wanted to ensure if she moved or shifted he wouldn’t disappear under her behemoth body so he continued running. Reaching the very edge of the bench he turned around to look back, some of the others had followed his lead, but he could see 2 standing down there still right between her thighs, One snapping pictures.
Shaking his head at the man's brazen behavior he also couldn't help but stare in awe at her. A much more normal shaped person, compared to the lithe model body Tanya had, this lady wasn’t out of shape, but you wouldn’t say she was athletic either. Her breasts heaved up and down, she was either not wearing a sports bra, or her chest was just not willing to be contained as much. Her arms pumped up and down, as her thick thighs gripped at the bench, you could hear the groan of her shorts scraping against the wet leather.
While Steven had managed to make it out, not everyone was as unlucky. Two more of the tiny men had decided that the best move was to get to the other end, and get out behind her. Sprinting as fast as they can, the world got darker as her butt had lowered itself down. What they had failed to think about, was Tanya had been mid workout before getting up abruptly, and she was nearly through her workout at this point.
Realizing too late the implications of this, one man slipped on the sweaty leather, struggling to get back up as the other made the honorable, but ultimately bad call to stop and help him. Struggling to get him back up, the time they lost ultimately was their undoing. Both of them having fallen over looked up and screamed as they were compressed into the bench by a wall of blue covered ass flesh.
While down below was reeling from the new, unaware woman sitting down, it was not much better at her feet. Similar to up on the bench they had gathered to compare shots, a small gaggle of 3 or 4 on each side. One bragging about how he had climbed onto her shoe to get one, and successfully hopped off before Tanya had gotten up. Someone mentioned they think they'd lost one, who was still on her other shoe as she walked away.
Tanya had known they were down there, and looked carefully where she stepped. This new woman was either unaware, or didn’t care in the slightest as her heavy footfalls approached the bench. Turning around to sit down onto the bench, the group on the left side was knocked over by a near miss only to watch as two of their peers were squished underneath the uncaring tennis shoe.
As she tapped her foot to whatever music she was listening to they were knocked around, as they desperately tried to crawl away. Like a cruel joke she waved her foot around to her music, unawarely showing the survivors the squished remains of their friends near the tip of her shoe, a mangled body of one of them sliding and falling to the floor as a dramatic sign of the dangers of their profession.
The right side managed to avoid getting stepped on, but only just barely. Her foot looming over them as she dug her heel in, several crawled out of her sole’s shadow, dreading the knowledge that at any second she could press down and snuff them out as her foot bobbed and waved. Shouting, the tennis managed to get away and create some distance, but could only watch in anxious terror as they waited for Tanya to return.
This woman was much less graceful than Tanya was, both in her usual movements, but also her exercising. Every time she'd finish a rep she allowed the weights to slam down, shaking the entire thing, which was proving especially dangerous for the tinies tanya had put up on the top bars.
There were only three of them, but spread out they were shouting to each other, to hold on. Joe and Brandon had been longtime friends and been doing this for months, this was however the first time they'd ever found themselves worried for their life. The third woman seemed less nervous, if this was her first “rodeo” she didn't seem too worried. With each shake and shudder of the machine they found themselves laying flat, on the metal bars trying to stay away from the edges, but that proved a little harder each time, since the bars were only actually flat in the very center, so all 3 of them found themselves slowly sliding towards an increasing curve downwards.
Finally, as if their prayers for it to end were answered she stood up, and rolled her shoulders as she stretched, finishing her sets. Taking advantage of the lull they all tried to crawl back up towards the safer flat parts as they watched her move around down below them.
She turned and placed a shoe up onto the bench, fortunately where she had already been sitting, to the relief of the tinies still trapped on the bench as she untied it and shook it out, as if trying to remove a pebble or something irritating her foot.
The three tinies looked at each other across the distance and sighed a collective sigh of relief, when suddenly everything shook one more as she stepped roughly up onto the bench. Less impactful than before, but none of them were ready this time. When Joe looked up, both Brandon and the other woman were gone.
Sarah cursed herself as she fell off her perch. She had survived all of that, just to get knocked off the second she let her guard down, closing her eyes as she plummeted down she hoped that she'd land somewhere soft.
The other two were up on the bars and clearly never fallen from heights before, while terrifying if there was one advantage to being so small it was that the distance you could survive falling was ridiculous. Everyone knew ants could survive falling practically indefinitely, but never attributed that to the smaller tinies.
As long as she didnt smash into something sharp or an edge, she'd be alright she thought to herself, but as she landed against something warm and smooth she felt her body land and start slipping, opening her eyes to figure out what was happening.
“No, no no no” she shouted, having landed on the woman's bare shoulder, she was slipping down towards the bench, an area she knew she needed to avoid. Until Tanya got them it was a death trap.
Her prayers were answered, as she slid off and down, she didn’t land on the bench, but rather unfortunately into the woman's shoe as she placed it back on the bench. Impacting the soft, ish insole, Sarah stood up, and screamed. She was trapped, the walls of the shoe while in this position were too hard to climb easily, and she knew what would happen next.
With no choice Sarah sprinted towards the toes, knowing that staying here near the heel would be certain death. The rustling of clothing on clothing behind her as all the available light vanished as her foot entered the shoe. With no room left to go, Sarah cowered in the fetal position as the toes slid right in front of her, every ta pof them threatening to get just a bit closer.
Everything shook slightly as she heard laces pulled right, and then the world all moved as the woman stepped back down. Sarah was alive…for now, but could only hope she'd be let out at some point., and she really hoped this woman wasn’t running today.
Brandon landed with a softs splat, pulling himself up the ground was warm, no, hot and slightly damp. Opening his eyes, he realized he had landed on the woman's collarbone. Considering his options, he took some steps towards her shoulder, hoping to leap off and away from her, but as she turned her body he was sent tumbling down towards her cleavage. Bouncing against each breast on his way down Brandon screamed as he fell towards the bottom, finally going deep enough he was pinned between two walls of flesh. His camera tumbled out of his hands down into the darkness below.
His struggling apparently had not gone unnoticed, above him the mountainous face turned and looked down, apparently detecting something down below. Brandon tried to scream and wave as he freed an arm, trying to make sure he was seen.
The woman scoffed, her eyes locating the speck between her tits. She glanced around, checking to see if anyone was watching before giving her chest a good shake, crushing Brandon repeatedly as they slapped together.
Satisfied with her workout, the woman finally left, letting an anxious Tanya try to nonchalantly run over to check the damage.She had been trying not to stare, to avoid creating a scene, but the moment she saw the woman walking away she pounced back to the machine.
Relieved to find many still on the bench she collected all of them she could find, inspecting carefully she frowned, noting the couple squished into the seat.One of the survivors volunteered to collect their miraculously still intact cameras. Finding some still down on the floor, Tanya was disappointed some had simply vanished, unaware they were now squished into that woman’s shoes, leaving no trace of them to find there.
Likewise disappointed in the 2 missing ones from the top, she finished collecting them all and headed home. The mood was mixed, no one was excited to have lost some of them, it was of course part of the job, but that didn't make anyone feel better. On the flip side, Tanya knew some of that had absolutely turned out lit, and she couldn't wait to view them all and get to editing.
Her assistant collecting everyone's cameras, and uploading them to her drive, Tanya bid everyone farewell, after paying them their fees, promising the bonuses would be selected by tomorrow.
It sounded like the death toll from today was 5-7, they were not sure if everyone was dead, or just missing but if they didn't turn up in a week she would assume the former. It was a shame,buti her contract also only promised liability if it was her causing the accident, so she moved on, confident that nothing would be a problem.
Shrugging off any worries about it, she posted her first picture from earlier in her outfit with #GymDay and got started on the rest, time to find the gems worth uploading.