Erin could do nothing but hold on for dear life and wait for her daughter to get her and the plastic car to its final destination.

“Super Princess Space Car has landed!” squealed the child excitedly, finally halting. Erin breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay Violet…please get mommy’s cellph-EEK!”

She squeaked as her daughter’s hand wrapped around her midsection and she was again whisked up into the air.

“We’re home, mommy!” the child said with glee as she put her doll-sized mother on the ground. Erin stared up at her daughter’s dollhouse with awe…it was just like a regular house to her at her small size!

“Go inside!” Violet said, pointing toward the door. Erin hesitated, looking up at her enormous daughter.

“Um…Violet…the doors don’t open, remember?”

Violet blinked then burst into giggles.

“Oooh…you’re right. I forgot!” Again she squeezed her mom into her tiny fist as she spun the dollhouse around and lowered her mom down onto the cold, wooden floor of the tiny living room. Erin’s was amazed that her stomach was not as queasy as the first few times Victoria had lifted her up…she figured her body was getting used to it.

“O-Okay Violet,” the little woman pleaded, “Can we please call Daddy?”

Violet frowned slightly but brightened up moments later.

“After lunch,” the child said with pride, repeating a phrase that her mother had often used when she was trying to delay giving in to something.

“Lunch? We haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Violet didn’t hear her, instead standing up and turning to run off. She paused a moment, turning back to her doll-sized mother.

“Go sit at the table…I’ll cook!”

Erin cried out in protest as her daughter ran from the room.

“Oh god…I hope she’s not going to actually try….”

Erin looked down, trying to find a way out of the dollhouse, but given her current size and the distance to the floor, she was forced to accept that it was too dangerous to even try. She was relieved when she heard a stomping up the stairs moments later and her daughter reappeared, carrying her new play food kit with her.

“Mommy! You’re not sitting at the table!” she scolded her little doll. Erin couldn’t help but squeak as she complied, hopping over to the little table in the dollhouse dining room and squeezing into one of the seats. She was a little bit small even for the chair, and she couldn’t help but feel herself blush as her legs still managed to dangle in the air.

Violet busied herself with the food kit, opening it up and checking out the plastic pieces of food inside before she placed an apple onto the doll table. It was enormous, having been sized after a real apple.

“Um…Violet,” Erin said, peeking from around the huge piece of plastic fruit. “Isn’t this a little big to be in the dollhouse.”

Violet shrugged. “Momma…I don’t have play doll food…just pretend!”

Erin sighed but nodded, taking pretend bites out of the fake fruit.

“Mmm…so fresh,” she said in her squeaky voice, “Did you pick this apple all by yourself?”

Violet giggled as she put a huge bunch of grapes into the dining room. The room was already getting full and Erin knew there were still dozens of unused pieces of play food.

“Grapes mommy! Eat up!” she said, taking away the apple. Erin spent the next couple minutes pretending to eat everything from grapes to potatoes to ice cream.

“Violet…honey…this is enough…please, now it’s time to call daddy, you promised,” she said after several more minutes.

“Lunch isn’t over!” the excitable child said with a frown. Erin groaned as an oversized orange was shoved into her area. She watched as the huge sphere settled in the corner as an idea came into her head.

“Oohhh,” she said, holding her stomach. “Oh I’m so full…that was so much lunch! I don’t think I can eat any more….”

Violet stopped, looking at her mom with concern.

“Full?” she asked.

“Oh yes!” Erin reiterated, placing her hands on her belly. “My tummy is so full I feel sick!”

Violet gasped and Erin smiled. She hoped that this would finally get through to her daughter, and she couldn’t be more right as Violet fished her out of her seat, again lifting her up into the air.

“Oh no! Mommy is sick! You need a doctor!”

“What?! Doctor?! Sweetie no!” Erin squeaked but her daughter wasn’t listening as she turned and bounded out of the room with her tiny mother in tow. They ran down the stairs and toward the corner of the room where her art supplies were kept. She dropped her mom onto the table before turning around to gather supplies.

“Sweetie,” Erin said, catching her breath as she felt the cool surface of the table beneath her tiny feet. “Please call dad-what are you doing?!”

Erin watched incredulously as the little girl took out a piece of paper and a small bowl. She grabbed a bottle of blue paint, squeezing out a large amount into the bowl.

“Violet!” Erin squeaked. “What is all this?! What are you doing?!”

“You need an x-ray…to see if anything is wrong inside!”

Before Erin could respond she was lifted into the air, pinched between her daughter’s huge fingers, dangling above the bowl of paint. Her eyes went wide.

“N-no! No! Violet don’t!” she squeaked pathetically but it was to no avail as she was lowered down into the paint. Violet smeared her tiny mom around, covering her entire front before lifting her back out. Erin sputtered, her entire front covered in the thick, blue liquid moments before she was pressed to the piece of paper. Violet lifted her up, leaving behind a small, person-shaped print, giggling.

“Ooo…hehehe…mommy prints.”

Erin screamed as she was dipped and printed again and again until Violet had collected six or seven “x-rays.” Erin sputtered and wiped the paint from her face and eyes as she stared up at her gigantic daughter who was being a complete and total brat.

“Violet stop! This is too much! You’ve picked me up without permission, changed me without permission, made me ride in cars and now you’ve used me as a paint brush! These are BAD THINGS! Stop right now!”

Violet’s eyes went wide, frowning as her mom chastised her. Erin trembled, partially with fear and partially with rage, hoping that she had finally gotten through to her daughter. Violet frowned more, lowering her mom to the table and releasing her.

“Sorry momma,” Violet said, looking dejected. Erin sighed.

“It’s okay sweetie. I’m glad you’re listening now. I know you said you wished for this, but try to imagine what this might be like for me. You’re so big and not as gentle as I would like you to be.”

Violet nodded, still frowning. Erin put her hand on her daughter’s huge fingers.

“Let’s…let’s get cleaned up and call daddy, okay?”

Violet’s smile instantly returned and Erin frowned as she realized which part of that statement her child had actually grasped.

“Okay! Bath time then!”