A tiny human, which was you by the way, was searching for a safe haven in Paradise. The island was overstimulating for a micro like you. You manage to sit under a small tree, before “YOINK!” Being picked up by a soft orange mitten. “Oh dear… what now.” You think to yourself, before being met with Springy the spring. “Dammit! Not them!” You try to squirm out of his grasp, but he closes his hand on you, leaving you trapped

“I can feel you in my palm, little one!” their tone is mocking and condescending. After a while, you accepted your fate and rubbed closer to the soft fabric.

“Do make yourself comfortable, I know your tiny mind must be running wild~ so scared but now so submissive…”