The past month had been a tumultuous one for Bailey Ridinger, ever since the cataclysmic event known as “The Elevation” occurred. She was one of the last few littles who considered themselves independent, and one last few girl littles who could be classified as a tomboy. She was a rare breed in the new world, one split distinctly down the middle like this. She was a member of one of the lowest rungs of this new society. Bailey was a Stray.
Bailey used to live a relatively normal life before The Elevation. She was applying for college right out of high school around the time it happened. Her mother and sister wound up growing into the dominant caste, becoming ten foot tall fatass futanari. Her father actually shrunk a bit like her, and as the days went by they each became more effeminate in appearance. Bailey could feel the winds of change coming, and as soon as she could she gathered her things and went out on the lam.
She didn’t run too far from her home city at first, mostly because of the timid bunny rabbit she could feel growing in her soul that certainly wasn’t a part of her personality before. She watched her world transform around her as things began to grow and widen for the benefit of the planet’s new rulers. She saw the people she used to consider her friends become corrupted by the changing world, settling into their new roles quickly. She quickly learned that little people like her were now nothing more than the beloved playthings and pets of their giant superiors, a caste believed to be lesser and in need of both love and discipline so they learn their place.
By the time the initial month of transformation finished, the world became a somewhat hostile place for stray littles like Bailey. She felt alone, and scared, and needed someone big to hold her, but just as much she knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with confinement and dependence on another. Her legs needed to run. Her hair needed the breeze. Her soul cried out for freedom and independence. Bailey knew that she would probably be a stray for a long time, but it would be her choice.
Even so, when her giant sister Kelsey finally found her, it was a tearful, grateful reunion. Kelsey knew that Bailey could never be content to live as someone else’s toy or pet, and was happy to respect her little sister’s choice to remain independent. Of course, she also knew that life would be a little bit tougher for a stray like her, especially one who insisted on wearing boyish clothes instead of cutesy and sissy outfits. Luckily, littles were adored by futas, strays or otherwise, so she knew Bailey would be able to find help if and when she needed it.
“I do really wish you could stay home and be my dolly though, Bails,” Kelsey said, “Promise you’ll stay in contact with me, okay? We’ve been worried sick all month and I need to make sure my cute little sister is safe and sound.”
“I promise I’ll keep in touch, Kels,” Bailey nodded, “I’m sorry about the radio silence. You know how I am, though. I have to keep moving.”
“I know,” Kelsey sighed, “Just want to to never forget how much your family… how much I love you. I’ll help you catch the train to the next town over at least, since littles aren’t allowed on if they don’t a futa accompanying them. Will you let me coddle you for at least a little bit until then?”
“Sure,” Bailey agreed, “Thanks for the help.”