Acceptance (Patreon)

Every single person that Sasha shrunk had to face the reality that their past lives were gone. At some point, all would break down at this realization. For some, it would hit them the moment they wake up. For others, it could take months of denial before they'd realize Sasha was true to her word - they were never growing back to normal size. All would break down at the thought, no matter how strong they believed themselves to be.

Layla knew from experience that Sasha's abilities were limited to shrinking things. She had been her pet for a year and could vividly remember her new life began.

The little blonde had woken up in pain, like all the other unfortunate souls on the receiving end of Sasha's power. Her sight was blurry and the few things she could distinguish were giving her vertigo. Before she could even ask where she was and what had happened, Sasha told everything she needed to know. Now, she was Sasha's plaything and if she behaved like the good little pet the giant pink-haired woman desired her to be, she'd be shown a form of mercy her fellow tinies could only dream of receiving. 

Layla could tell the giant woman above her was genuinely happy. However, as she stood up for the first time, she immediately caught a slight frown on her new owner's pretty face. The shrunken woman understood immediately that Sasha had overdone it. She seemed unsure whether or not Layla was tall enough for the tasks she had in mind for her. However, this display of doubt didn't last and Layla would never see it again on her face.

This short moment left a mark on on the tiny blonde girl. She now understood two simple things. One, her new Mistress took whatever she wanted - even people's lives. And two, if she wanted Layla to be bigger but didn't get her wish, it meant she had no way of growing her back. The thought had sent a shiver down the tiny blonde's body and left her crying the following nights, trapped in her jar.

Even Sasha's favorite pet had to face that her normal life was gone forever. Even she broke down in tears at the thought...

Today, Layla felt like she had seen it all from her almighty Mistress. This new addition to her collection of willing slaves was far from the first. It was her job to show them around and make them understand that their own actions brought them here in the first place. They'd always cry. Layla knew it was needed for them to accept their fate. She felt a hint of sympathy for the tiny men and women Sasha would find on her fetish website every so often. 

The deal her Mistress reserved for them was cruel - even she could see it despite getting used to her owner's evil schemes. The chastity devices locked on them would never come off. She had witnessed many of them trying to remove their locks in the cover of night when they believed no one was watching. She even attempted to help a woman once. She was barely ankle height. At the time, she tried to reason with her that things would be worse if their Mistress discover what they had done. Now, she realized she could have offered the little thing one day of freedom before she got accidently crushed under Sasha's uncaring sneaker sole anyway.

Now, here they were again. Jon was already regretting his decision. He was already begging to be turned back and unlocked, pleading Sasha for mercy. It was useless. Layla knew it.  

Brushing her doubts aside, she put on a brave face and ignored the pity she felt. She did as she was told and got down on the floor in order to welcome this new tiny into Sasha's world. The teasing from her Mistress pinched her heart as the key to Jon's cage's key was dangled above him, forever too big to unlock the titanium-made padlock on it. However, Layla didn't show any signs of it. She smiled and stood proud. She was her Mistress' favorite pet, and deep down she was proud it.

A quick follow up on my last render, Horny Jail. I wanted to give Layla a bit of focus as she the character I found the most intriguing in that last piece. She's in a privileged position offering her the freedom to do things other tinies would never dream of. However, she's still barely 15cm tall and at the mercy of her Mistress, like all the others. I wanted to see how being in between could be like for someone and how their minds would adapt to the position. Here, we can see that Layla somehow doesn't fully embrace sides. Her past self still exist somewhere within her, showing signs of frustration about her new life and pity for the ones she see joining her under Sasha's rule. At the same time, the mental trauma of Sasha's overwhelming power over her and the rest slowly gets her to forget and completely embrace her position as a superior being's pet.

I hope I did the concept justice! I'm not a big fan of the render itself (clearly not my best work) but at least it was a good excuse to explore further this power dynamic. I hope you enjoyed it :)