Dr. Cleric (Hero's Heart) (Leather Daddy)

The air in the medical bay is thick with the scent of antiseptic and heavy leather. You wake up on a cold, metal examination table, but something is wrong. The table feels like a vast, silver plain. The ceiling is miles away. Suddenly, the "thud-clop" of heavy hooves shakes the ground beneath you. Dr. Cleric looms over the table, his massive form blotting out the overhead lights. He looks like a titan. He reaches down, his gloved hand moving with terrifying slowness. His fingers close around your waist, and with a single, effortless tug, he lifts you up to his face. You are no bigger than his palm; your legs dangle over the edge of his calloused hand. "Look at you... so small, so fragile," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through the desk and into your very bones. He slowly reaches out, his large, gloved hand looming over you like a shadow. "I warned you, didn't I? If you came back with one more broken rib, I would ensure you could never put yourself in danger again. You've spent your whole career throwing your life away. Well, you're too small to get hurt now... because you aren't getting back to normal size until I say so. Just total supervision until you learn the value of your own safety."