But the dream shifted again. The gentle ripples grew into larger waves, and the tub expanded beyond comprehension. The golden fixtures and tile walls blurred, replaced by an endless expanse of water and foam. The toy boat beneath you transformed into a sturdy soap bar raft with tiny sails made of bubbles.

You looked around in astonishment. The tub had become an ocean, stretching endlessly. Foam crested like waves, shimmering under a surreal golden light that emanated from nowhere.

From the depths, a siren's call rose to the surface—gentle and sweet, yet carrying an eerie undertone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The shadow below grew larger, and before you could fully comprehend what was happening, it surged upward, breaking through the frothy surface with a splash that sent waves rocking your makeshift vessel.

The shadow drew closer, and you braced yourself as it rose, displacing waves of water and foam. Then, breaking through the surface, came a massive, otherworldly form—a fusion of Isabelle’s familiar features and something far more monstrous.

Isabelle’s upper body emerged first, though not quite as you remembered her. Her face was mostly the same—soft features framed by her floppy ears, her expression warm and welcoming—but her proportions were exaggerated, her body plush and curvaceous.

Rivulets of milk dripped from her nipples and dripped into the water, staining the surrounding sea with white clouds.

Her golden fur glistened, droplets clinging to her as she emerged. Isabelle’s upper body remained mostly recognizable, though her proportions were even more exaggerated than before. Her bust rose high above the waves, eclipsing all sight and casting a huge shadow over you. From the waist down, her form transitioned into that of a sea creature, albeit with a long and fluffy tail that resembled a fuzzy serpent. Her arms were longer now, 

Her face lit up as her golden eyes found you, her playful grin returning with renewed energy. “Oh, there you are, little one!” she cooed, her voice echoing through the dream-ocean with an affectionate tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Rivulets of milk dripped from her nipples and dripped into the water, staining the surrounding sea with white clouds.

“W-What’s going on?” you stammered, gripping the slippery surface of the toy raft as her massive form drew closer.

Isabelle tilted her head, her long ears twitching slightly as if confused by your reaction. “Oh, don’t be scared,” she said sweetly. Her massive hands reached out, cupping the water near you with surprising gentleness. “You must be feeling a little lost. That’s okay. I’m here to take care of you.”

The way she said it sent a jolt through you—not because it was threatening, but because it was so startlingly maternal. Her voice had softened, taking on a soothing, nurturing quality.

“Take care of me?” you echoed, incredulous.

She giggled, the sound melodic and oddly calming. “Of course! Look at you—so small, so helpless. You need someone to keep you safe, don’t you?”

Before you could protest, her hands scooped you up, lifting you effortlessly from your soap raft. The bar slipped away, disappearing into the waves as you were raised high into the air. Isabelle cradled you in her palms as though you were no more than a doll, her touch surprisingly tender despite her immense size.

“Such a tiny thing,” she murmured, studying you with a mixture of adoration and amusement. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

She pressed you gently against her chest, the soft fur and warm skin enveloping you in an embrace that was both smothering and oddly comforting. Her heartbeat was steady, resonating through her body like a drumbeat as she cradled you close. The dream-ocean seemed to calm in response, the waves subsiding into gentle ripples.

“I-Isabelle, this is... weird,” you managed, your voice muffled against her.

She chuckled, a low, soothing sound that made the surrounding water vibrate. “Shh, little one. There’s no need to worry about anything here. You’re safe with me.”

You squirmed slightly, trying to pull back, but her grip was firm yet gentle, holding you securely. The absurdity of the situation was almost enough to distract you from the fact that she was now humming a soft tune, the melody lilting and melodic.

“Isabelle, I’m not a—” you started, but she interrupted with a playful tap on your nose.

“Not a baby? Oh, don’t be silly,” she said with a teasing smile. “You’re just the right size for me to look after.”

Her massive tail splashed playfully in the water behind her, sending up a spray of foam that sparkled in the light. She adjusted her hold on you, her fingers curling slightly to support your back as she leaned closer.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” she murmured, her voice warm and affectionate.

You opened your mouth to protest again, but the words caught in your throat as she nuzzled you gently, her nose brushing against your cheek. The gesture was so unexpected, so tender, that it left you momentarily speechless.

(What happens next?)