You sit patiently on the plate, your legs dangling off the edge as you wait for breakfast. Your stomach growls, but you know better than to complain. Compared to most tinies, you're lucky to even have food provided for you.

As you wait, you take the opportunity to look around. The dining room is huge, with towering cabinets and windows. You see a couple of your mom's miniature potted plants on the windowsill, which looks like a full-sized garden to you. You can also hear the muffled sounds of your sister Becky singing in the shower, and the sound of Nikki still snoring on the couch.

Finally, Lauren comes back with several plates of pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and sets them down for herself and your sisters. She sits down and carefully cuts up some bits of her food for you, and slides them onto your plate with a massive spoon. You can feel the steam rising off the food as the wall of the spoon gets near you. To her, this amount of food would barely even be noticeable in her mouth, but to you it was a feast that could last for days. You eagerly walk over to the pile and, on your knees, start eating with tiny utensils. Lauren watches you, her huge chest resting on the table top, smiling like she's watching a cute pet eating.

You hear the bathroom door close, and soon Becky walks in, hair still dripping wet, wearing a blue sundress that shows just a little cleavage. 

"Good morning mom! Morning Sammy, if that's you."

Nikki stirs and groaned on the couch, drawn by the smell of breakfast. As she sits up, her braless boobs almost slip out of her black tank top with skulls on it. Her black streaked hair is a mess. "Ugh, what time is it?"
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Lauren says. "About time you were up for breakfast!" Becky teased. Nikki groaned in return.

Soon enough your whole family was at the breakfast table digging in. You watched them shovel forkfuls of food bigger than your bedroom into their hungry maws.