Whumper’s hands are large, they hold down Whumpee’s frail body with ease. They crush them down, make their attempts to wiggle useless and damn near flatten them out. Their hand wraps around whumpee’s throat so perfectly. Like it was meant to go there. Like it’s home. And Whumpee can do nothing, but gasp and beg. But Whumpee doesn’t mind. They some times don’t even notice their attempts to move. Their hands and body are just too strong. And Whumpee? Whumpee will never trust another person that is taller than them. Or has larger body portions. Caretaker doesn’t understand why Whumpee doesn’t wanna hold their hand. Or let the doctor touch them. Or cries when someone places a large hand on their shoulder.


















