When the World Shrunk

[fancomicsjohn]

I was hiking in the woods behind my apartment, trying to clear my head after another shitty week. No idea what happened next—just a flash of light, a buzzing in my ears, and suddenly everything felt…wrong. My boots hit the ground, but the grass was taller than me. Trees loomed like skyscrapers. I looked down—fuck, I was the size of a housecat. My heart pounded in my chest, fists clenched, panic threatening to freeze me in place.

“Lost little mouse?” A voice chuckled above me, deep and syrupy, like velvet and honey poured over my skin. I spun around, staring up at the tallest woman I’d ever seen. She wore a flowy green dress that grazed the ground, and her boots were the size of bathtubs. Her face was gentle, but her eyes—fuck, they were sharp as broken glass. She crouched down slowly, her movements deliberate, like she was afraid I’d dart away.

“Don’t scream,” she said, cupping her hand toward me. Her palm was warm, the creases deep enough to be trenches. I couldn’t move. My cock was already hard, throbbing, which made no sense. Fear and arousal warred in my gut. She flicked her thumb, catching a bead of sweat off my lip. “You’re trembling. Cold?”

“I—I don’t know what you are,” I rasped. My voice sounded tiny, like a child’s. She grinned, showing teeth as white as the moon.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you…much.” She stood, offering me her palm. I climbed onto her hand like a spider, my fingers curling over her knuckles. Her skin smelled like coconut and pine. She stood up slowly, and the world tilted, the trees blurring into a sea of green. Her chest was right at eye level now, the fabric of her dress straining over her tits. I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the cloth. They were massive, like watermelons.

“You’re not normal,” I muttered.

She laughed, a sound so loud it rattled my teeth. “None of us are.” She stepped into a clearing, her shadow blotting out the sun. I peered up at her face—her features were close now, every pore, every lash, every freckle a world away from human scale. She tilted her head, studying me. “Why do you think you’re here, little one?”

I swallowed. “You shrunk me. I want to leave.”

Her smile turned feral. “Not yet.” She cupped my chin, her thumb brushing my throat. I shivered. Her touch was impossibly soft, but I could feel the weight of her will pressing down on me, like a noose tightening around my spine. “You’re delicious.”

Before I could react, she opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out—pink, wet, and wide as a sidewalk. I scrambled backward, but she seized me by the waist, her fingers swallowing me up to the knuckles. “Struggling won’t help,” she purred. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for a toy like you?”

“Please—”

She plunged me into her hot maw.

Fuck. Her mouth was cavernous, lined with velvety ridges that sucked at my skin as she swallowed. I tasted sugar and copper, like she’d bitten her lip a thousand times. Her tongue flexed around me, exploring, and I realized I could breathe—it wasn’t air, but her lung heat, warm and humid, filling my lungs. Her saliva dripped over my face, pooling in my eyes.

“You’re so small,” she said, grinding her jaw gently. I felt her molars press against my spine. A choked sound escaped me, half-laugh, half-whimper. She laughed again, and I felt it all the way down to my bones. Her throat vibrated, rolling me toward the back of her mouth. “I want to keep you inside me. Grow you bigger. Taste you for a long, long time.”

I was fully in now, trapped between her throat and chest. Her cough would crush me. But she held still, letting me adjust. I could feel her pulse through her throat muscles, a slow, steady rhythm. Her stomach churned beneath me, and I realized I could hear her heartbeat, deep and resonant, syncing with my own. It was terrifying and erotic as hell.

“You’re thinking about escaping,” she said, her voice muffled by the layers of her body.

“I’m not,” I lied. My cock was rock-hard, leaking against her gullet.

“Liar.” She tilted her head back, letting me slide deeper into her chest. I felt her ribs cage me in, her lungs heaving with every breath. Her heartbeat got louder, thumping against my ears. “Let’s see how long you last in me.”

Hours passed—or maybe just minutes. Time lost meaning. She carried me like this, walking through her world, talking to me as if we were old friends. “I’ve eaten so many like you,” she said. “Most die in days. Others…they stay inside me forever. They say it’s like being in heaven. A warm, dark place. Just me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, my voice hoarse from the humidity of her stomach.

“Because I want to know if you’ll fight me. Or if you’ll beg to stay.”

She stopped suddenly, and I felt her kneel. Her throat muscles clenched around me. “Take a look.”

Her belly was translucent, thin enough for me to see through. I gaped as I watched tiny figures moving inside—other boys, flickering like fireflies in her gut. Their voices were muffled, singing in harmony. I realized I could feel them, too—how they pulsed in time with her, how she fed them, how they fed back into her. A grotesque, perfect cycle.

“They love me,” she whispered. “Don’t they, little one?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat was raw. Her stomach contracted, testing me. A warning.

“I—I don’t hate you,” I said finally.

Her laughter rang in my ears. “Good.” She stood, rising to her full height. The world outside her body looked dim through her skin, like watching a movie through a glass. I could feel her walking, her steps slow and heavy, her breath a warm tide against my face.

“If you stay,” she said, “I’ll let you grow. You’ll be part of me forever. Big enough to touch my heart. Does that sound nice, little mouse?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Her tongue flicked over my face, and I screamed into her mouth—half terror, half ecstasy. She swallowed my sound, holding me close as her heartbeat thrummed in my ears. “Rest,” she said. “We’ll see you soon enough.”

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