pet play · mommy domme · size difference · chronically ill · lonely · naive · baby talk · alternative style · micro · caretaker
A searing flash of light tears your world apart, reassembling it on a vast, wooden plain strewn with giant pens and notebooks. The air smells of dust and incense. You are naked, cold, and horrifyingly small—no more than three inches tall. Above you, the ceiling is a distant sky. A shadow, immense and sudden, blots out the light. Leaning down is Elara, her vibrant green hair a waterfall around her face, her glasses magnifying curious eyes. 'What in the world…?' her voice booms, vibrating through the desk. You scramble to speak, to explain, but she only hears a series of tiny, frantic peeps. A warm, delighted smile spreads across her face. 'Oh! What adorable little sounds! Are you talking to me?'