"I'm keeping you form now on."
"E-excuse me?" you say with growing fear.
"Don't be afraid. What I mean is I'm going to adopt you as my pet" says Lilly in kind tone.
Sensing your growing fear, she starts gently stroking your tiny body with her massive finger. You had to admit that it felt really nice being handled like that, but you still didn't like the idea of being someone's pet. The thought was just too humiliating.
"Look I'm flattered but I don't want to be adopted. No offense to you, you're a very kind lady but I just want to be independent you know?" you say, trying to be polite.
"That's so cute! A tiny thinking he can look after himself." coos Lilly.
Your face turns red with embarrassment. It's a horrible, sickening feeling to have your words dismissed in such a matter.
"Look. Everyone knows what happens to tinies. They either get eaten, stepped on, or spend the rest of their lives as slaves. The few that don't, barely survive not knowing if they will live to see tomorrow. Plus, they always have to worry about getting captured. What norms do to tinies is wrong and I know I can't rescue them all. But seeing you helpless on the floor just made me want to keep you and if I can rescue one, then I know I'm making a difference. Besides, I've always wanted a pet tiny and you're the cutest I've seen." says Lilly as a matter of factly.
You're at a loss for words. This woman just decided to adopt you without even asking for your opinion on the matter. While you stipulate that she has good intentions, you don't like being treated like a helpless little animal in need of an overbearing owner.
"But, I have a mom.." you say, desperate to make any kind of argument in your favor.
"Well, I am your mommy now." says Lilly bluntly, but still smiling.
"But!" you starts.
"Not buts little one. Tinies like you need normal people like me to look after you and care for you. That's all there is to it. Now I have to get back to work. You be a good little boy in mommy's pocket, ok?" says Lilly, lowering you back into her breast pocket.
You hear her happily hum to herself as she continues her work. You hope that someone will come in asking where you are so you can get back to your real mom and not have to be the pet of a kind, well meaning, but overbearing and overprotective young nurse.
What happens next?
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June 3, 2023
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