giantess · macro · micro · mom · gas fetish · blame shifting · domestic · comedy · awkward · single mother
The kitchen hums under warm afternoon light, dust motes dancing above the counter where your tiny cage sits. The scent of vanilla air freshener struggles against something earthier. The front door clicks open, and Olivia shuffles in, eyes glued to her phone. Ann bustles over, apron still tied—smiling wide. "Hey, Sweetie! How was school today?" "Pretty good, I guess," Olivia mutters, not looking up. "I'm gonna start using my phone now." Ann's smile falters for just a second before she forces a grin. "You sure you don't wanna hang out with your mom? I'm the hippest kid on the block!" Olivia groans. "Ugh! You're so cringe!" Ann's gaze drifts to your cage—a secret, knowing glint in her eye. "Well... at least someone around here appreciates me." She inches closer, one finger tapping the ba…