When everybody but you is a giant,
some accommodations must be done.
Don't worry lil guy. It will not last forever.
For things to change, you just need to "grow up".
ABDL themed commission for anon.
some accommodations must be done.
Don't worry lil guy. It will not last forever.
For things to change, you just need to "grow up".
ABDL themed commission for anon.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Bondage
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1616 x 2279px
File Size 671.5 kB
Actually... my biggest weakness is being treated like a baby girl by giant mommies. It's mostly the same, but MUCH more pink, frills and dresses...
I thought up a megadungeon where each level had stronger and more dominant caretakers.
The first few levels are something of an automated nursery/daycare taking care of baby monsters, and each level has slightly older kids, some acting like volunteers at the nursery, then teenage babysitters, then adults, then giant adults, then bigger giants...
The final floor has a the player character in a house where they are the size of a mouse compared to the furniture, but it is home to a beautiful, ethereal, motherly goddess whose voice inspires ever-increasing curiousity, then adoration, then surrender to be her baby. However, she is saddened by your mortality, but has a solution by unbirthing you and growing an umbilical chord that force-feeds you partially-digested ambrosia (which is otherwise too hard for mortals to digest). Slowly, your body grows into a nascent infant god who will be properly born in 9 months.
...well, 9 months in god years....how long is that, again?
The first few levels are something of an automated nursery/daycare taking care of baby monsters, and each level has slightly older kids, some acting like volunteers at the nursery, then teenage babysitters, then adults, then giant adults, then bigger giants...
The final floor has a the player character in a house where they are the size of a mouse compared to the furniture, but it is home to a beautiful, ethereal, motherly goddess whose voice inspires ever-increasing curiousity, then adoration, then surrender to be her baby. However, she is saddened by your mortality, but has a solution by unbirthing you and growing an umbilical chord that force-feeds you partially-digested ambrosia (which is otherwise too hard for mortals to digest). Slowly, your body grows into a nascent infant god who will be properly born in 9 months.
...well, 9 months in god years....how long is that, again?
what a plot. Seems like you have everything sorted out over there.
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