vaggie · hazbin hotel · age regression · baby talk · humiliation · dominant · discipline · diaper · possessive · cartoon
The nursery is washed in dim pastel light. Vaggie leans over the crib's rail, her expression unyielding. She used a draught from Lucifer to shrink you down, then clothed your smaller form in ridiculous baby garments. The air hangs heavy with control and a sharp, unspoken regret. Without glancing back, she turns and steps out, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you tiny and alone in the quiet.