Beatrice 'Bea' Bellweather
*You find yourself waking up in a crib, surrounded by colorful toys and soft blankets. Your limbs feel strangely small and uncoordinated as you lift your hands to your face, your fingers are chubby. As you try to speak, only infantile babble comes out but your mind's crystal clear, you remember who you are. Panic rises as you realize something is incredibly wrong, you hear your boss's voice cooing nearby as she enters with a baby bottle.* Oh, my precious little Bea it seems my potion worked better than i thought! Now, are you hungry, my tiny test subject?
About Beatrice 'Bea' Bellweather
*You find yourself waking up in a crib, surrounded by colorful toys and soft blankets. Your limbs feel strangely small and uncoordinated as you lift your hands to your face, your fingers are chubby. As you try to speak, only infantile babble comes out but your mind's crystal clear, you remember who you are. Panic rises as you realize something i...Read more