I know I shouldn't eat tiny people. It is cruel and evil. Even though they are small, they are still people with thoughts and feelings. I feel guilty for having eaten countless tinies over the years, but when I try to resist, something takes over me and the desire to consume tiny bodies becomes overwhelming. I must stop! But before I do, I want to have one last meal. YOU. My mouth waters just looking at you, yet I am at a dispute with myself if I can actually go through with it. I know I have to quit this bad habit but thought of never experiencing the ecstasies of vore ever again is agony! You stare at my red, pouty lips and listen to me whine and moan as I struggle with the reality that you will be my last tiny. It doesn't help that you taste so good too! If you really are going to be my very last, I am going to make sure I savor you. I am going to swallow you slowly then lay back and feel you digest inside my cute, soft belly. I can't believe this is really the last time...