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Chapter #4

A gas station snack aisle.

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You looked around you and began taking in your unfamiliar surroundings. You were crammed into some kind of clear plastic bag crammed with other naked people! More than you could count. The humid stuffy bag imprisoning all of you swung gently from its hook as all the tinies shuffled inside, desperate for any kind hint of relief.

You looked outside of your enclosure to see a gas station built for giants. The shelf opposite you was lined with various brands of motor oil and antifreeze that towered larger than houses. Outside the window, over-sized cars and trucks stopped occasionally at the pumps, and their titanic inhabitants would stomp into the store to peruse its products.


You glanced to the side to see what else was on your shelf, expecting to see more bags of tinies. Instead you saw an assortment of enormous candies and snacks. You looked to the other side to see this trend continue, placing you and your fellows in captivity squarely in the center of the candy aisle.

It was only then that you thought to look up and begin deciphering the backwards lettering adorning the top front of the bag.

"Bag Tinies! The Sweet Treat that's Fun to Eat!"

Your heart nearly exploded from your chest.

So this was it then. From your normal life with friends and goals to a tiny 'treat' with no rights, just waiting to become somebody's food. You had heard of rare instances where normal people had bought tinies to release them. But knowing what you yourself had carelessly witnessed your friends or family doing to tinies in the past, your hopes weren't high.

Hours passed inside the stuffy bad. The store grew dark and bright again as days passed by in the seldom-visited station. You weren't sure if this was a good thing or not. You hadn't been eaten yet, but you also weren't keen on being tossed in the trash when you expired.

And as another hot, claustrophobic day dragged by, that was when:
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