Oh, hello there!
I often take my rest here, sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. But you knew that.
You knew I sit with my legs apart, my knees bent. You knew my habit, and yet you approached me anyway, creeping right past my feet.
Now you have to tilt your tiny head back to look me in the eyes, all the way up here.
But your gaze keeps dropping, doesn’t it? Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare at someone’s crotch?
I don’t suppose I can quite blame you; I’m sure it’s an overwhelming sight from down there.
I’ll bet you can’t even look in my direction without my junk talking up half your field of vision.
Still, you’re trying to be respectful, aren’t you? It’s ridiculously cute, you know.
Look at you, shifting from one foot to the other. Most tinies are afraid to let me pick them up, but I’m sure you’d prefer that to remaining in the shadow of my looming crotch, wouldn’t you?
No, I think I’ll leave you right where you are. I like looking at you down there, huddled in front of my giant junk.
In fact, it’s making me a bit hot and bothered. You can’t help but have noticed that, can you?
There is one thing you probably haven’t noticed; I’m staring at your crotch, too. It’s only fair, don’t you think?
What do you see in my eyes, all the way up here? Something scary?
It must have taken some nerve for you to present yourself between my legs. I wonder what could’ve—hey, where’d you go?
！(◎_◎;);;;; *sweating profusely*