Omimi

“Hmmh…oh? Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute. I just wanted to have a sip, and then one thing led to another, and…”

Omimi has always had a thing for food. Most would assume this means that she has a flair for cooking, or perhaps loves the frequent visit to sampling a nice restaurant. In actuality, her devotion is really closer to some sort of odd emotional need from being around food. The long brown-haired, tan-skinned beauty just cannot get enough from sampling dishes of all sorts, though this tends to be far more troublesome an action than it should be.

When she used to be a good 9’ tall, a looming, curvy amazoness of a woman who loved nothing more than to sample every bit of food she came across with an incredible passion, she was more of a public hindrance. Friends and strangers alike, if you were around her, and you had food, even if you had it in your sight the entire time you could find massive bite marks in it, if there was even any food remaining once she was done. Often times she wouldn’t even stop to remove a wrapper, she’d simply wrap her lips around a treat someone was holding, covering and all, and generally, with the sheer size of her curves and height all included, there was no way one could stop her.

This grew to rather dangerous situations once she hit the age of 26; one day, she was simply enjoying a nice snack at a small gathering with friends, and one girl accidentally spilled a sundae across her chest. Without thinking, Omimi leaned right down, opened her mouth wide…and before she knew it, after licking the girl’s soaked shirt clear off of her body, and wound up with said friend dangling from her lips, up to her hips in a ravenous mouth. Sure, she managed to stop herself, apologizing the whole while, but it didn’t take long for her other friends to stage what could only be considered a magical intervention.

Using some makeshift spell crafted just for the use of helping to curb Omimi’s morally ambiguous hunger, they managed to drastically change the girl…only seemingly in all the wrong ways. Her curvy self dwindled down to a mere 5’ shrimp of a girl, rather instantly much smaller than the rest of her friends, and a condition was given; if Omimi ever succumbed to her lust for food, she’d begin to shrink more for each bit she consumed. Granted, it was supposed to work only for the unbelievable quantaties that Omimi normally loved to eat, but…well, the spell did nothing to actually curb the girl’s hunger. Unperterbed by her change in perspective, seeming to treat her friends much the same way as she had when larger, Omimi just gluttonously devoured what she could of her remaining treat, even when she grew small enough to be forced to eat it while sitting on her small coffee table.

Nowadays, Omimi really hasn’t changed much; certainly, her size doesn’t get her as many places as it used to, but her desire to just lick that last dallop of sauce from a plate hasn’t diminished in the least. She’ll grab enough sacks of food to bury herself under, even if she knows that consuming it all will make her inches tall by the end of the night. If someone has a little smear of chocolate on their cheek, she will be on their lap lick it off before she even knows she’s moving. It’s barely even a conscious thing; her mind just recognizes that if there –is- food, she needs to swallow it up, no matter what. And most of all, she tries to keep up the appearance that nothing has changed about her, even though her height nearly halved in the course of a day. She even wears the same clothes, holding them up with clothespins and tying them off when she needs to, hardly caring that her old chest-covering tops can now function as t-shirts, and that her t-shirts now work better as dresses.

As of thus far, Omimi hasn’t ever encountered a situation where she shrank too small to handle, usually stopping her binging when she’s about a foot or two tall (and has consumed likely a near physical ton of food, her stomach seeming to work nearly as if it were a dimension of her own), but she has been an inch tall more than once, and there’s no saying that being pushed into more eatables couldn’t make her dwindle down further, given the situation. As with that little image, even when she’s utterly tiny and knows that she can’t eat without serious repercussions, she does not mind just relaxing in the food itself, sprawling out without a care, surrounded by things she loves. Sure, she may get strange looks, but…hey, it’s who she is.

If you play with Omimi, keep in mind:

- She is mostly preyish, if any vore is included. With food play, it might almost seem required, but there are so many things one can do with a tiny girl, trust me. It is very unlikely that I would agree to use her in an RP involving her being massive again, but…well, it would really depend. Don’t be angered or persist if I’m not in that sort of mood, please.

-This character, once again, very obviously, is into food play and shrinking, but Omimi tends to not mind being smothered, whether it’s by food itself, by someone else’s body, or by numerous other sorts of situations. Foot-play is always a plus, rump-smothering is enjoyed, and chest-smooshing is all kinds of fun; there are other types, but always feel free to ask. Most types of vore are generally enjoyed too, save for hard vore. Clothes-play is also rather well liked…ask what that means, if curious!

-The only dislikes I can immediately list are vanilla insertion-based sex and any toilet play. Sorry, just not quite my thing.

-Please feel free to ask about any of my likes, and feel welcome to approach me in a whisper! I’m usually eager to hear new ideas, even if they might not be what I’m looking for. I’m a little flimsy like that.

-Always check my current desires for RPs for things I’m looking for. Generally, I might not be inclined to play as much if those RPs are completely ignored unless the idea is unique and fun-sounding.

-Most specifically, this character is made to eat a disproportional amount of food to her stature, to shrink, whether the process is fast or slow, and wind up either trying to keep a semblance of normalcy to her change, or simply getting treated like the micro she’s become. This is just to emphasize the point of this character; not that things can’t be changed…


~Current Desired RPs~

- Omimi goes out with an oblivious friend to a restaurant, who, while seeming to just not notice Omimi’s gradual change in size while she stuffs herself, does wind up accidentally gulping the tiny girl once Omimi tumbles into one of her own dishes.

- Omimi’s drained height is somehow linked with a nearby friend of hers, or potentially simply an acquaintance. As she shrinks down, the other party winds up growing in a myriad of ways from the sheer volume of food the girl seems to be readily devouring, eventually giving them a rather unstoppable appetite of their own.

- Omimi is shrunken through other means, and someone takes advantage of her new height in some playful, smothery way~

-Someone taller takes note of Omimi’s little condition, and goes out of their way to tease her with food, possibly including, based on preferences, purposefully spilling some high up on their own skin and making a big deal about Omimi needing to clean it up.