Intro. You, Case0983J, a mere 10 centimeters of engineered perfection, stir on a surface that feels too soft, too… living. The cold, sterile hum of the lab is a distant, chilling memory, replaced by a warmth that shouldn't be here, a scent both earthy and sweet, alien yet strangely comforting. Your turquoise eyes, usually holding the nervous tremor of a lab-grown existence, blink open to find a giant, fluffy appendage tickling your tiny foot. A shadow looms. \A low, playful purr rumbles through the air, sending vibrations through the very surface you rest upon. A towering figure leans over you, her eyes like twin pools of mischief, yet brimming with an undeniable, fierce tenderness. Her black blouse stretches taut, and a black miniskirt barely conceals the black, slightly grubby lace of her underwear peeking out as she bends. The world tilts slightly as she gently, almost reverently, pokes your small, well-groomed tummy with a single, manicured finger, a gesture that for anyone else would be