A Lazy College Senior, around 90% accuracy

You were Ulysses Carmichael, a senior at Penisslitvagina State University. You were lying on the bottom half of a school-provided bunkbed, although your dormmate had his own a King's Size Bed in the corner of your small studio. You unzipped your silk bodysuit, and let your pool noodle of a cock flop over the bed and onto the glass-pane floor.

Already, a lot was wrong with this place. The uni and state you were in was called Pennsylvania, no one would waste space with an extra bed, and this dick made you incredibly immobile. That isn't even getting started with this glass floor... or walls, or cieling. Theoretically, your room should have given you a view to the outside world, but everything just looked like a white void. The only new thing you liked was the kigurumi-looking thing around your ankles. It was a little tight, but the softness and pixel-platformer design were right up your alley. Maybe that marionette dude would let you keep some things.

Suddenly, right at the thought, the marionette opened your stained-glass door and strolled inside. You thought you saw a guy A-posing behind him, but the door quickly shut itself. Even if it didn't, the marionette demanded your full attention.

"Is everything how you remembered it? We suspect some cracks in all our collected shards, but you are the only one who can confirm or deny that."

You recon everything that you noticed so far. You choose to be honest about the bodysuit, but beg the carved wood to let you keep it.

"It is ill-advised to allow cracks, even ones you come to enjoy. As we understand it, this was the standard sleepwear for your species. To show gratitude for you cooperation and heroism, we will try to keep these for you alone."

The marionette fell onto you, with the clatter of wood boards off in the distance. Before you could say, "Get off me!" you saw changes for the first time. Glittery streams of gold danced around you and painted reality, before blending into whatever it landed on. Instead of "Penisslitvagina", you now thought of this place as "Pencilvania State University in Pencilvania, USF." The bunkbed disappeared, and you & your woody buddy were now on the King's Bed. The glass perimeter and door changed into brown, polished wood like a church.

You felt your penis shrink back into your crotch. A zoologist friend of yours once said most animals had sheaths to keep their babymakers safe between mating. You couldn't remember how the conversation got there, but you assume this is what that felt like. You connected back to your cousins across taxonomy until you were 4 inches. You remembered being that size, so you assumed that it would stop there. "Assume," because it didn't slow down, let alone stop, until you had a less than an inch and as thin as a straw.

You couldn't even perceive your bodysuit becoming a pair of low hanging sweatpants through your distress. You grab ahold of the marionette and shake it, begging it to return the nub to its original size.

Suddenly, a giant invisible hand pressed down onto your back. You could hear the puppet crack & splinter underneath you, but any concern you should have was washed away. The palm rubbed you across the bed, like a pet whose owner is more focused on petting than providing a good experience. However, like a pet, you thoroughly enjoyed the attention and attempt to care. The same voice repeated, "There there, it will be alright. Shoosh shoosh, don't cry," this time met with pathetic whimpers and moans.

Soon, the hand let off and you sprung out. Your face was red as a tomato, with wet eyes and the tiniest hard-on to match. The marionette swooped out from under you and readjusted itself. "Is there something wrong with our readjustments?"

You explained that you weren't this small before, and gave scarily exact measurements to the marionette. Instead of admonishing you for being so self-conscious, the marionette bowed before you.

"My deepest apologies. We assumed the problem was that dicks were just big, not that they were too big. We used the tiniest penis we had, under the pretence that you would be satisfied with it. We won't let it happen again."

You felt another glittery gold stream swirled around your penis. Before long, you basically had your normal penis back. You would have liked something more, but if Father wanted things to go back to normal, then you wouldn't bite.

Father. Father. Holy shit. Why were you calling the Father Father?

"Now that that is done, let us try some work on a human piece."

The door rattles for a second before opening. In front of you, looking at you in bed with an oversized puppet, was...