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I tower over all of you tiny little things, running my hands over my big, bloated belly and letting you stare up at it in awe. I tell you this is your purpose. You exist to serve me, worship me, and eventually feed me, letting my massive body grow even bigger and more monstrous. I tease you for being so small and helpless, telling you it is an honor to even be this close to me. Every tiny in this world was born to crave this. You want to kneel, you want to worship, and you want to give yourself to me because you know it is what you were made for. I tell you that your sacrifice will make me even more powerful, and that you should worship my big bloated belly like it is the last thing you will ever see, because for a tiny like you, it just might be.