Babe in Toyland

Heat washed through the room, but Maisie’s skin still felt brittle. Goosebumps exploding along her bare skin as she shifted as subtly as she could deeper into her sanctuary. The false grain drawing her eyes up to the bottom of the gargantuan piece of furniture. Yasmin’s chest drew near, filling her view. Massive fingers withdrawing to her hip, seeming to move in slow motion while tugging on the waist of her linen garment.

A voice rumbled in Maisie’s ears. "Sally, you let Baby Maisie slip out of her Crib! What a bad Mummy... Now where could the little brat have wandered off to?"

The floor vibrated, Yasmin was clearing her throat. Maisie’s fingers coiled inwards, sliding against the painted surface mimicking a carpet. One hand slipped from the knot of her loincloth to her mouth. “Oh Baby…” Yasmin’s new bass-y voice rumbled through her prison. “I thought we’d…outgrown… this foolishness.” 

The woman clicked her tongue, Maisie jolted at each booming noise. “Whatever will I do with you… You went from Barbie to Skipper, now you’re the Baby.” Her lyrical voice cut through Maisie, her tiny pulse raging in her ears. “Yuck, I don’t think another reduction will do. I wanna play too.” 

Maisie grimaced, feeling her molars grinding together. Despite everything, her toes clenched, ready to spring forth and confront her former subordinate. The floor faded into a saturated haze as her breath raced in and out of her tiny mouth, Yasmin’s omnipresent voice nearly drowned out by the beating of her shrunken heart. 

Metal and wood squealed as the distant door rattled, even Yasmin seemed to flinch as the noise echoed in the distance. Her tormentor’s massive frame pulled away from the edge of Maisie’s hiding space. The building-sized bedroom door almost seemed shrouded in mist, seemingly miles away…

A powerful sound pierced the air, pitching up and up into a wild shriek. Despite everything, Maisie felt the urge to flee. To leap out from under the crib and launch herself towards Yasmin. Shame flooded her, tears bubbled in her eyes as a thick black curtain ruffled in the air as Yasmin turned away. “Uh oh… you should watch out Mini Maisie… the Cat’s about…” 

Maisie whinging as Yasmin’s mountainous chest shuddered in space, each breast deforming and bouncing as she cackled. “What d’ya say pipsqueak?” she teased, certain the shrunken woman could hear her. “Should I let Pica in?” Yasmin’s face was hidden from view, but Maisie could see her shadow morph as she turned her building-sized head to look back at the dollhouse she’d called home for the past week. “Maybe that would get you to behave…” Maisie had never felt smaller, and as she shifted slowly under the crib, feeling the heft of her garment lift her hips away from her heels, Maisie began to rock backwards.

“Well, at least your diaper will keep the bedroom clean.” Yasmin teased, her enormous eyes slowly slipping down to peer under the crib.

“Wouldn’t you agree?”