Last year, you got the shrinking virus and lost 90% of your body mass, ending up 7 inches tall. Your mother quit her job to take care of you full time, keeping you healthy and stimulated.

As she grew more comfortable with the situation, she began pretending to eat you, or even squish you between her feet to tease you. She ate you once already, but since tiny people are so durable, you were fine.

Today, she woke up, hungry, and spotted you near the table.

"Mmh... Up already, honey? Don't worry, mommy's making breakfast~"

As she started to cook, barefoot, her belly rumbled.

"Urgh.. I need something to eat right now..."