Synopsis : When a tiny bookworm struggles to read a story trapped on impossibly large pages, Kento Nanami steps in with quiet practicality, offering a better solution—his shoulder and his voice. What starts as simple assistance soon becomes a moment of gentle comfort, as Nanami reads aloud in his steady, calming voice, allowing the reader to finally relax and enjoy the story.
CWs / Notes : Giant/tiny dynamics (size-difference, gentle handling). No explicit content (entirely SFW, focused on emotional intimacy). Nanami is his normal-sized self, while the reader is small (around 5 inches tall). The reader’s physical characteristics, gender, and name are ambiguous.
WC : 1.2k, hope you enjoy reading! ♥︎
The book was the problem.
Not the story. Never the story. The words were perfect—exactly the kind you could get lost in for hours if the world would just cooperate for once. But the pages… the pages were enormous. Each one felt like a wall you had to climb just to read a paragraph, the text stretching endlessly in every direction.
You tried anyway.
Bracing your hands against the paper, you leaned forward, squinting as your eyes traced line after line. The ink was crisp, the sentences flowing, but it took forever just to get through a few. Every time you shifted, the page rustled under you like something alive, threatening to push you back.
It was slow. Frustratingly slow.
Your shoulders slumped a little as you paused, catching your breath, staring up at the next block of text like it had personally offended you.
A shadow fell over you.
“You’re struggling.”
You didn’t need to look up to know it was Nanami. His voice was as even as ever—calm, matter-of-fact—like he was pointing out the time of day rather than your very obvious predicament.
“I’m fine,” you said, a bit stubbornly, leaning forward again as if that would prove your point. Your fingers pressed harder against the page, trying to inch yourself closer to the next line.
A pause. You could feel his eyes on you, assessing, calculating.
“You are not,” he replied bluntly.
You huffed, pushing at the edge of the page again. It barely shifted, the thick paper refusing to cooperate. “I can manage,” you insisted, even as your foot slipped slightly against the smooth surface.
Another pause—longer this time.
“…May I?”
That got your attention.
You glanced up at him, brows knitting together in confusion. “May you what?”
Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly, his gaze steady but not unkind. “Pick you up.”
Oh.
The answer came easier than you expected. “Oh—yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.”
He gave a single, small nod, as if confirming a straightforward request, then reached down.
His hands were steady and precise, movements controlled in a way that made it obvious he was being careful on purpose. When his fingers closed around you, the touch was gentle—firm enough to support you, but never tight. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing at all, bringing you up without a single jolt.
For a brief moment, the world shifted—desk, book, everything falling away beneath you—before settling again as he guided you upward.
“I will place you on my shoulder,” he said, voice low and even. “Tell me if you are uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” you murmured, instinctively steadying yourself against his hand.
He adjusted his grip slightly, then set you down on his shoulder with careful precision. The fabric of his suit was smooth beneath your hands, warm from his body heat. You instinctively leaned in just a little, finding your balance as the new height gave you a completely different view. However, you remained stiff so as to not disturb him.
The book no longer looked like an impossible wall.
It actually looked… readable.
Nanami shifted slightly, making sure you were secure. One hand hovered nearby for a second longer than necessary, just in case, before he seemed satisfied.
“Are you stable?” His voice was calm, steady, the same measured tone he used for everything, but there was a slight undertone—just enough to suggest that he genuinely cared about your comfort, not just out of politeness.
“Yeah,” you said, a small bit of relief slipping into your voice, a soft exhale that carried some of the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “This is… way better.” The words felt almost silly in their simplicity, but you didn’t care. There was comfort here, in this quiet moment, in the fact that someone else noticed and cared about the smallest details of your position, your ease.
“Good. I will read,” he said. The authority in his voice didn’t feel intimidating—it felt careful, intentional. “Follow along if you wish.” His words were an offer, no expectation beyond whatever made you feel settled.
He picked up the book with one hand, his fingers long and precise, curling around the spine with effortless familiarity. He held it at a comfortable angle, tilting it slightly so the light caught the pages just right, while his other hand subtly adjusted the positioning so you could see clearly, your line of sight unobstructed. The movement was small, almost imperceptible, but there was a thoughtfulness behind it that made your chest feel lighter, warmer, like a quiet acknowledgment that your presence mattered in ways he didn’t need to announce.
Then he began to read. His voice wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t try to act out the characters or exaggerate anything. It was steady, low, and clear, like he was presenting information in a meeting. And somehow… it worked perfectly. Every word landed exactly where it should. The rhythm was easy to follow. No rushing, no dragging. You didn’t have to strain anymore.
Minutes passed.
Maybe ten.
At some point, you stopped sitting so stiffly. You didn’t consciously decide to, didn’t even notice it happening at first, but slowly your muscles loosened, your shoulders dropped, and the tension that had wrapped itself around your spine uncurled. You leaned slightly to one side, then a little more, letting gravity guide you until you were fully settled against the side of his neck. The warmth radiating from him seeped into you—not the kind that makes you fidget or pull away, not harsh or suffocating—but steady, grounding, tangible. A quiet anchor in the world around you.
Nanami didn’t stop reading. His eyes scanned the page with the same calm precision he always carried, his expression carefully neutral, as if the presence of the book mattered more than anything else. And yet, there was a subtle shift. A quiet exhale escaped him, barely more than a soft puff of air through his nose. It wasn’t irritation. It wasn’t impatience. It wasn’t anything you could even label fully—it was something gentler, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment of your proximity, a sound that somehow reassured you even without words.
His shoulder shifted just slightly under you, a near-invisible adjustment, enough to support the lean of your body without drawing attention to it. He didn’t pause or glance down, didn’t make a show of the movement. He just turned the page, the gentle rustle of paper filling the tiny spaces between the beats of your own breathing. “…and so,” he continued evenly, his voice smooth and measured, “the matter was resolved without further incident.”
You realized you weren’t paying much attention to the words anymore. Not really. Instead, you were listening to the cadence of his voice, the steady rise and fall, the way it threaded through the room without filling it completely, like a quiet river winding through open spaces. You could feel its weight in your chest, in a way that made your thoughts slow, your pulse calm. Safe. That word floated unbidden into your mind, simple and undeniable. Safe.
Nanami didn’t comment on the weight of your body against him. Didn’t remind you to sit properly or shift yourself. He didn’t acknowledge the small intimacy in any overt way. He simply kept reading.
And yet… if you paid attention, really closely, you could sense it. The way his posture stayed just a little more careful than before, how his movements were just a touch more deliberate, as if every small motion had been measured so as not to disturb you. You would never hear him admit it aloud. He didn’t mention it. And somehow, that made it even more reassuring.
A/N : This fic was requested by @kittycat2837! (I hope you meant a small reader and not the other way around—LOL. I just assumed you wanted big Nanami because it wasn’t specified.) I’m so sorry for my long absence and for how long it took me to actually make/publish this, I have been so insanely busy. Anywho, I really hope you enjoyed reading this fic!
(tiny!reader, ambigious relationship/read it however you want.)
A quick AZ comfort fic while I practice writing him. @curledwithin Here's your peepaw.
Typically your nights never consisted of much. You'd get back to Hotel Z, feed yourself and your pokémon, and then collapse in your room. Tonight however, was different. Your day had been nothing short of mildly terrible— you'd been halfway across town when it started pouring rain. You didn't have an umbrella and you hardly had enough money to buy one. You stumbled back into the hotel soaking wet and miserable.
One glance at you and AZ had been beside himself with worry. The second you stepped into Hotel Z he had abandoned his sweeping to fuss over you quietly, helping you peel off your soaked jacket and taking your bag. You were so overwhelmed that you didn't protest. He spoke quietly, careful to not overwhelm you further. He emptied all of your important things out of your bag and hung your jacket up to dry, before sending you upstairs to wash up while he fed your pokémon for you.
The next half an hour felt blurry. It wasn't anything more than showering and putting on fresh clothing, but it all felt like too much. Too much walking, too many noises, too many tasks. The elevator ride back downstairs seemed to take forever, when honestly it was only a few seconds. AZ was waiting at the check in counter, and you could tell he was trying to appear as normal as possible. If it had been anybody else acting like this, you likely would've been annoyed, but… this was comforting.
You barely managed to finish the sandwich he'd fixed you. Food felt unnecessary with how dissasociated you were, but you'd eaten anyways to reassure AZ.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked quietly, taking the plate from your hand and setting it down into the sink. You hesitated, your thoughts too hazy to form a response. You shrugged half-heartedly, rubbing the sleep that began to spot your vision. He reached forward but stopped as his hand hovered over your shoulder. "Would you prefer to go back to your room, or…?" He leaned against the counter, his question lingering in the air.
You thought as hard as you could for a moment. What other option did you have? As if he could sense your confusion, AZ leaned forward lightly, finally letting his hand rest on your shoulder. "If you wanted, I could read to you a bit. See if that'll help calm your mind."
You relaxed instantly at the suggestion. God yes, that would make everything so much better. You nodded and yawned, and for a second AZ's expression was unreadable. The elevator ride was quiet and the walk to his room was even quieter, but his presence was so relaxing that the silence didn't unnerve you.
You'd never actually been in AZ's room before, but it was more bare than you had expected. His furniture was large, all clearly custom made for him. A bed, a dresser with a mirror fixed to the top, a nice bookshelf, a little hanging basket bed for Floette near the window and a nice chair and table in the corner— also near the window. Floette, who had until now been trailing behind the both of you, toddler over to her basket bed as AZ settled himself in his chair. You stared at the both of them, managing a half smile. The scene was endearing.
AZ reached for his book and a pair of reading glasses, which he took care with unfolding and sliding onto his face. He turned his attention from his book to you, and gestured smally for you to join him. You shut the door behind you and walked a little closer, standing in front of him awkwardly. He yawned for a moment, covering his mouth with a hand, before nodding. "Do you think, perhaps you'd be a bit more comfortable if you were smaller?" He hummed, trying not to dance around his suggestion. Your eyes widened slightly. Right! You'd forgotten you could do that.
You laughed quietly to yourself, nodding and walking a bit closer to lean against his arm. He kept his arm steady as you began to shrink yourself smaller and smaller. You had only done this in front of him twice before— once when you had told him about your ability, and another time during a panic attack. Both times he had been perfectly lovely, and more gentle than you would expect from someone so large. His expression remained carefully neutral as you got smaller and smaller, his other hand leaving his book so he could support you and help you climb up into his hand when you were small enough to fit.
His palm was rough underneath you, but the sheer warmth it radiated was enough to make it feel like a space heater. Sleep was just begging to hit you like a ton of bricks. Or perhaps a train. Or a particularly large pokémon.
He kept his movement slow as he raised you up to his chest. "Do you have a preference as to where you rest, little one?" He murmured, his voice surrounding you like a gentle blanket. You barely managed to keep yourself sat up, your eyes half closed as you shook your head. He hummed in acknowledgement and gently deposited you on his shoulder, half hidden by a bit of his hair and snug against the crook. You yawned and readjusted yourself for just a moment, before gazing exhaustedly down at the book in his lap.
You don't remember much after that. You fell asleep maybe a page into his reading, his voice shaking through you like it was a weirdly comforting earthquake. It was too warm to resist— and you felt safer against AZ than you had maybe in your entire life. He'd never let anyone harm come to you. That was all you needed.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.
Content Warnings: Yandere / Kidnapping / Giant/Tiny / Violence
A/N: Request [10/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration!
The final request, and it’s another sequel! I’m happy Part I was a hit, and that I have an excuse to write more Yandere!Aizen because that man…that man…
He gets a whole lot scarier in this part so you’ve been warned.
Your glass prison was maddening.
The cushions beneath you were soft enough, but you yearned for your real, actual bed. You were given food, water, all the sustenance required, but none of it you could enjoy. The box was minimalist, clinical, and yet it felt like a gilded cage. Always with the same view.
His room. The room of the giant who had captured you.
No amount of screaming or pounding against the walls had drawn anything more than an amused glance from Aizen, who had since settled into his chair with his ever-present calm composure, sipping tea as if your capture were no more significant than securing a rare artifact.
He didn’t care. He didn’t empathize or sympathize.
He liked it. Seeing your hopelessness.
You paced back and forth, your tiny fists clenched, your mind racing with possibilities. There had to be a way out—there had to. You couldn’t accept this as your fate. You wouldn’t. But every time you turned to assess the glass walls, the towering figure beyond loomed in your periphery. Aizen’s gaze never strayed far, his sharp hazel eyes tracking your every move.
Even when he wasn’t present (which was a rarity) you were scared to try your luck. Any time you had, it never ended well for you. The bruises and bite marks were indicative. While he may not have gone as far as trying to kill you, clearly preferring to keep you alive, he had still done enough to start whittling away at your will.
“It’s futile, you know,” his voice cut through the silence, and your thoughts, like a blade, smooth and composed. He leaned back in his chair, setting down his tea with a soft clink. “You’re wasting energy flitting about like that. Save your strength.”
You froze mid-step, glaring up at him. A little anger flared, despite your nerves.
“You can’t keep me here forever. Someone will come for me. They’ll find you, and when they do—”
“They’ll what?” he interrupted, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Do you think anyone would dare challenge me here? You came because you believed yourself strong enough to defeat me. And yet…” He gestured lightly toward the glass box. “This is where that belief has brought you.”
His words stung more than you cared to admit. You wanted to believe you were tougher than this, but you had to be honest.
You’d never been more scared in your life.
Still, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. If you just stayed determined enough, maybe you’d be able to find a way to get the hell out of here.
Maybe.
…
Later…
Aizen spent much of his time in this clinical looking excuse for a bedroom, seeming to have put most of his sinister plans on hold, or in the hands of other enemies, so he could dedicate his time to you.
It was a kind of torture. At your new size, it was all too easy for him to pick you up, push you around, squeeze you in his fist just to hear you squeak. You began to realize he had a twisted sort of love for you which had only become prevalent now. His fingertips would linger and caress on your skin in such tender patterns sometimes. He’d get this strange, blurry look in his eyes…
He wanted you. In ways you never would have expected.
And how long he had, you didn’t know.
Things could only get worse from here, that was something you were certain of. If this kept up, you were literally going to break. Somehow, in some way, you needed to find a way out of here.
Your opportunity came after Aizen had fed you at the usual time. At exactly midnight, much as he did at midday, he opened the box and lowered a meager portion of food inside, diced to a size you could kind of swallow. Of course, you didn’t make the mistake of trying to climb his hand to get out. Your abdomen still ached from the time you’d tried before, and he’d flicked you like a bug.
Such a simple, easy motion for him. An absolute gut punch for you. Literally.
So, no funny games. But…he had been a little neglectful this time around. You noticed the faintest gap between the glass lid and its frame after he set it back in place, and walked out of the room.
Your heart leapt. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
As it was midnight now, the gigantic menace had to rest. Surprisingly human, for such a monster, to lay down and rest his head against the pillow below him with such a peaceful expression.
Now’s the best chance I’ll get.
Quietly, you made your way over to the cushion corner closest to the gap. Taking a deep breath, you crouched down low, built momentum, and jumped up with all the strength you could muster. It took a few tries, a lot of effort, but you managed to reach and hook your fingers around the hard edge of the box.
Grunting, the soles of your bare feet slipping and sliding as they tried to find grip against the glass, you managed to haul yourself up and squeezed your body through the gap under the lid.
Finally, you slipped through. Jumping down, you landed on the desk with a delicate thud.
Freedom.
Now, you just had to get the hell out of dodge before he found you.
If he did…
If he did…
A horrible chill struck through your petite little body, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering with fearful thoughts. You didn’t want to think about it.
The vast desk stretched out like a white wasteland, but you were focused on the edge, on freedom, on escape. Running over, you sought some way down that wouldn’t leave you dead on the floor as a crumpled mess, but his room was minimalist enough there was nothing stray you could cling or jump onto.
And, it was too late anyway.
You could feel his presence before you heard him—like a storm cloud gathering behind you. You didn’t even have to look.
“Going somewhere?”
His voice, smooth and low, cut through the stillness like a blade. You froze in an instant, every hair on your body standing on end. Slowly, with a dread that made your stomach churn, you turned to see him.
Aizen was awake, standing right over you, his figure dipped in shadow. His hazel eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, boring into you with a mix of amusement and something darker. The dark cast chiseled shadows on his bare, muscled chest.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, his smile stretching into something sharp, something cruel. His tone was cruel yet calm, almost bored, and you trembled. You stumbled back instinctively, panic clawing at your chest.
Think of an excuse! Think of an excuse!
“I-I wasn’t—”
“You weren’t what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. “Weren’t trying to run? Weren’t defying me? Lying doesn’t suit you, little one.”
Just run!
You bolted abruptly, running for the edge, desperate for something, anything, even willing to take a leap of total faith if that was what it took—but you’d barely made it two steps before his hand descended.
His fingers curled around you, the force of his grip knocking the air from your lungs and throwing you backwards. You thrashed and kicked, your tiny fists pounding against his skin, but it was like hitting solid stone.
“Pathetic,” he murmured, lifting you to his face. His smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of cold fury. Any amusement was gone. He was plainly pissed.
“Do you know how insulting this is? I could have killed you long ago. A horrible death. Yet I spared you. And this is how you repay me?”
His grip tightened, the pressure making your ribs creak. You gasped, struggling for breath, your vision blurring as panic set in. “P-please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” His laugh was sharp, bitter, like the crack of a whip. His thumb jammed up sharply against your gullet, choking you, forcing your head back like he might snap it off entirely.
“No, you’re not sorry. Not yet.”
Without warning, he slammed you down onto the desk, the impact sending pain shooting through your body. You screamed, but there was no time to recover. His hand pinned you in place, his fingers pressing down just enough to make you wheeze.
“You need to understand something,” he said, his voice calm and deliberate, but his eyes burning. “You belong to me. You are mine. And I do not tolerate disobedience.”
He lifted you again, your body hanging limp and aching, holding you by the waist, his grip tighter this time, his thumb pressing against your chest now, invasively, in a way that made it even harder to breathe.
“And yet you insist on it,” he said softly, his tone almost mocking. “Disobeying me. Trying to leave me. Do you want me to punish you?”
He tightened his grip again, the pressure making your vision go white. You clawed at his fingers, your body writhing in desperation, but he didn’t let up this time. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for air, the world tilting dangerously around you.
He’s going to crush me! He’s going to…kill me!
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice soft but cold. “To see how far I’ll go? To test the limits of my patience?”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg. Your body struggled feebly, your breaths shallow and ragged. He watched you intently, his expression unreadable, before his grip loosened just enough for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air.
“You’re lucky,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I could end this right now. One squeeze, and it would all be over. But that would be too easy…wouldn’t it…”
His dangerous gaze flickered aside suddenly, to the edge of the desk. It was easy for you to see then, the cogs in his mind turning maliciously, and dread took hold.
“Aizen–”
Swiftly, he swung you over the drop, dangling you in the open air, only his pinching thumb and forefinger keeping you from a deadly plummet. Your heart stopped, your body going rigid as you stared down at the distant ground.
“A fall from here would kill you,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “Shall we see how far you can fly?”
“NO!” you screamed, your voice raw with terror. “P-please, don’t—!”
His smile returned, sharp and wicked. “Then remember this feeling,” he said softly, pulling you back to safety. “Remember what it means to defy me.”
Lifting you before his handsome, huge face, you saw his lips curl into a relaxed, smug smile again, his gaze hooded and raking slowly over your little form, his breath heated when he spoke.
“It would be a shame, if I lost my precious little pet so soon.”
You swallowed thickly, flushing, looking away. The tip of his finger guided your head back to look at him again.
“I still have so many things I want to do to you…”
‘Do to you’.
Not with you. To you.
You felt sick. You didn’t even want to imagine it.
“You’ll never try that again,” he said, his voice soft but malice-filled. “Because next time, I won’t be so merciful.”
His fingertip moved from your jaw to your heated cheek, gently dabbing away the tears that now wouldn’t stop falling. You sniffed and sobbed, giving up.
Aizen, content with that, returned you to your prison, making sure the top was secured this time by placing a heavy book atop it. As he turned away to return to bed, you collapsed onto the cushions as well, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your chest heaved with ragged wails, which you tried to muffle behind your quivering hands so he wouldn’t be angered again. Your mind raced with fear and despair.
He had been right about one thing. You’d remember this. You’d remember it every time you thought about running, every time you dreamed of freedom.
Because now you knew: he wouldn’t just stop you.
He would break you.
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For requests can you do more with Diluc? It was so cute I'd love to read more pls!!
Sorry this took so long to get to your request Anon ;w; I've been crazy busy and trying to work on this + other requests BUT I've had this in my WIPs forever so this was a good chance to finish this longer piece!
Diluc x Shrunken!Reader Fluff
Notes:
No use of Y/N
Gender Neutral Reader
Pre-established Relationship
Could technically be read as part 1 to this
“Diluc! Watch out!” You yelled, throwing yourself in between your partner and the abyss mage hurling an unfamiliar spell at him.
You tried to deflect it, but it shattered around you, fragments of abyss runes surrounding you, causing you to stiffen, and you fell to the ground with a gasp.
“Damn you!” Diluc launched over you, flaming greatsword in hand, and with one final swing, he sent the abyss mage hurling it into the distance in a puff of purple smoke.
Diluc turned around to check on you, but when he didn’t see you; panic rose in his chest.
Your head was spinning, everything felt wrong, and you felt like you were about to throw up. Why did Diluc sound so loud? Why did it feel like you were suddenly in a dark forest? What-?
The ground shook like it was about to open up and pull you to the abyss. You rolled onto your back and managed to open your eyes, pushing through the pain. Once you did, though, your eyes shot open wide with pure shock.
“Where are you?!” Diluc called, shaking you to your core as you flinched from the volume. He was huge! Or you were so incredibly tiny…regardless, Diluc loomed overhead. You realized you needed to get his attention now before he ran off without you…or worse. You scrambled to your feet, fighting off the rush of dizziness, pulling a deep breath of air into your lungs, and hollering.
“Diluc!! Down here! Look down!”
You watched as the massive man froze where he stood before jumping back, sending another thud through the earth that shook you to your core. You looked up at the red eyes that now looked down at you with intense worry and focus. Your heart raced, and you felt like a tiny prey animal being cornered by something much larger than yourself. In your heart, you knew you weren't in danger; your body, however, didn’t agree.
You didn’t have any more time to think about what the appropriate reaction was to suddenly being doll-sized when Diluc reached down toward you, filling your view with the bright red palm of his glove coming toward you. You froze as he wrapped his hand around your torso. Your arms, calves, and ankles were the only things remaining outside of his gentle but firm grip. The ascent was too fast. Diluc pulling you up from the ground back to his full height made you whimper and hold onto his thumb, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as your stomach dropped. When the movement stopped, you didn’t let go of Diluc’s thumb, too terrified to open your eyes and see how high up you were.
“Are you alright?” Diluc’s voice was worried and still filled with adrenaline. “Hey... talk to me.”
You nodded, willing yourself to open your eyes, but only looking up at your partner. Archons…your entire view was him, whether you wanted it or not. His usually intense eyes were somehow even more intense like this, and you let out a shaky breath.
“Something is…very wrong but,” you held onto his thumb tighter. “I’m not injured I’m fine.”
You jumped as you felt another gigantic digit gently rub against your face, Diluc doing his best to comfort you, his brows knit in concern.
“This is obviously some sort of abyss curse…but why this?” He shook his head. “We can worry about that later, I want to get you somewhere safe.”
You nodded, dazed and still not quite sure whether you were awake or not. You felt the world shift around you again as Diluc opened up his breast pocket beneath his coat and gently and carefully lowered you in. You settled into the bottom, taking up most of the space. You reached up to pull the lip of the pocket down to peek out to see the fraction of the world visible from where the pocket peeked out of his coat.
“Will my pocket be alright?” He asked, pulling the coat to the side to get a look at you, stopping and then shaking his head at the absurdity of the question.
You nodded again.
“Good.”
With that, the coat was placed over you, sheltering you from the outside world, and you felt as Diluc sighed, the fabric around you tightening as his muscular chest expanded with the breath. You snickered at that a bit. You knew his clothes were form-fitting, but experiencing it like this was something else entirely.
Before you knew it, your world was swaying with Diluc’s footsteps as he set off at a brisk pace back to the winery, you assumed. You closed your eyes.
“Is this real?”
You couldn’t believe an abyss curse could do this. Your mind began to race until a steady, familiar sound started to distract your racing thoughts. Diluc’s heartbeat, strong and steady and comforting as always. You snuggled in closer and pressed your ear to his chest, listening to the sound and letting it ground you until they got back home to the winery.
= = =
Back at the winery, you had truly come to terms with the fact that you weren't hallucinating or dreaming; you were really doll-sized. You heard and felt Diluc speak to those at the winery, taking care of business and answering questions here and there, giving you time to sit with your thoughts. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible thing. You worried about everything you needed to get done and your responsibilities. If you could even use a vision at this scale, was this curse permanent? All these thoughts rattled around in your head with no answers in sight.
So much so that you jumped hard when Diluc reached into the pocket to get your attention when you hadn’t answered him calling for your attention.
“Did I wake you?” Diluc questioned, opening his coat and peering down at you in his pocket.
“No…no you didn’t, I was deep in thought.”
You wiggled around in the pocket, righting yourself to stand up. Diluc offered his hand to help you lift out. Bracing yourself against his hand, you felt him lift and close his hand securely around you before sitting you down on his desk. You looked around at the once familiar surroundings that were now so eerily alien. You sighed, turning back to Diluc, who was leaning back in his chair, gazing down at you in contemplation.
“You look to be at as big a loss as I do right now,” you tried to laugh.
“Frustratingly so…” Diluc grumbled running his hand through his hair. “All this time I’ve never heard or seen something like this.”
You sighed and crossed your arms. “With the way that one was behaving and muttering to itself I’d wager this was some kind of experiment for it…”
You felt the rumble of the desk beneath you, looking back to see Diluc grabbing ink and paper.
“I’ll look into it see if there’s any other precedent for this,” Diluc sighed and continued to write. “It may be slow though…I’m sorry I don’t have a faster solution.”
You nodded and sat down on the desk, pulling your knee to your chest and resting your chin on it, the feelings of uselessness creeping in on the edges of your mind.
“Maybe Albedo or Mona have an idea of how to fix this…”
Diluc hummed in agreement the scratching of his quill on the paper the only sound keeping them company.
You listened as Diluc finished writing his notes and set things aside to dry. The sound of him adjusting in his chair had you looking up at him again. He was closer this time, leaning forward on the desk, his hand reaching out for you again. You braced against the instinctive adrenaline that made your heart race. But relaxed when his knuckle and the soft, worn leather of his glove began to rub the side of your head soothingly.
“What can I do for you?” Diluc mumbled quietly. Swapping out of work mode from Master Diluc to just your Diluc.
You let out a shuddering sigh, wrapping your arms around his fingers.
“I don’t know…all I want is to take a warm bath, go to bed, and wake up in your arms tomorrow morning to find this was all a bad dream.”
Diluc hummed a soft noise of sympathy.
“I can ensure you get at least a couple of those things,” his hand curled around you, pulling you to his chest as he stood. “Come on, let’s get you settled…I could use it too.”
Alrighty, finally done with this one! It isn't super long- I mean longer than I expected, but here y'all go, G/T time with Mr. Puzzles! You get a lot more special privileges than anyone else, even members of his crew lmao- he'd just slap them away instead of doing what he's doing with you-
Only trigger warning for this one is that the reader nearly has a panic attack!
You were sitting there on the couch, you had needed a self care day today as many things have been stressing you out as of recently, and so here you are, with your favorite drinks, snacks, and a weighted blanket to help keep you comfortable, you had seen your favorite streaming service Puzzlevision has uploaded a new episode, you had always loved that streaming service.
It had a lot of good content, in fact, you were probably the number one fan as not many others watched it for whatever reason and even those who did, didn’t give it high regard, you would also always give the episodes five star ratings.
It was like a comfort series for you, but either way, you sat there for most of the night, binging some of the previous episodes while eating your snacks, it was cozy and comfortable, and you could feel yourself beginning to relax as you focused on the TV, you could feel your stress melting away already, watching the silly antics going on, you smiled and giggled occasionally.
You really needed this, this self care day …er, well night was exactly what you needed, as you watched a few episodes, at episode three, you could’ve sworn you seen something on the screen flicker.
But at first you ignored it, thinking maybe it was just a weird glitch in the program, about halfway into that episode, you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of someone standing in the background that you KNEW hadn’t been there before as you’ve watched these episodes already, you shuddered a little, maybe your television was just messing up, or maybe some programming malfunction, it was so brief and so fast whenever it happened and then for the next few episodes, it was normal, you relaxed a bit more now, figuring it was just some glitches.
You tried not to worry too much about it and continued watching the episodes until you were finally on the new one, excited, you sit up a bit more, still keeping yourself wrapped up in the weighted blanket, you cut the volume up and became fully focused, like you usually had when a new episode dropped.
And well, it was pretty long, about thirty minutes or more, this episode involved a circus of sorts with all sorts of interesting colorful characters, they were going on wacky wild adventures which entertained you pretty well.
You finished some of your snacks and the drink you had and for now you sat there and watched, thoroughly enjoying this episode, technically it had been out for a few days now as you hadn’t had time to sit down until you pretty much forced yourself, the episode was pretty sad with the end though, with one character disappearing into nothingness, which broke your heart a little, but even then, you enjoyed this episode a lot!
You had looked at the ratings of it and frowned, it had even lower ratings than the last one from what the overall public says, it had 3.2 which made you sigh, you didn’t understand why others didn’t like this but oh well, it didn’t matter, what mattered was you liked it.
You rated it five stars, and as you did, after you rated it and backed out of the website, it came right back up, you tried to close it, it did it again, you raised a brow, what was… Going on with the technology tonight?! You sighed in frustration as at some point your phone shut itself off and you sat it down on the table, and that’s when you noticed, the lights around your house were flickering and when you looked back at your television, you jumped slightly…
Okay, you DEFINITELY saw a face for a split second there, you saw that one message you’ve seen when they were doing maintenance on the network, it said ‘PUZZLEVISION, PLEASE STAND BY’ and had the logo in the middle, you blinked in confusion but shrugged, maybe there was some kind of power surge going on, and then you yelped and jumped as some of the lights seemed to blow in the house.
And you were nearly left in pitch black darkness except for the light of the television screen, you hear it beginning to static, the static growing progressively louder with each passing moment, and then those color bars appeared along with a beep that honestly made your ears ring.
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You were completely confused and beginning to grow frightened, this wasn’t… Normal… This wasn’t just a glitch… And then your suspicions were confirmed, as suddenly a face popped up on the television screen, a colorbar shaped into a smile, white eyes, two funky shaped eyebrows, and well you screamed in horror which made the face change into one of shock before you heard a voice speak...
“Ah…! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you to log back on to Puzzlevision’s streaming service! C’mere” And then before you knew it, you heard a squelching sound and then saw a huge hand reaching for you from the TV.
You naturally panicked and freaked out, immediately dropping the weighted blanket and trying to run, you had managed to get to the front door and you had gotten it open before you screamed as you were grabbed by the massive hand, it was a gentle grasp but you were completely engulfed and then before you knew it, you felt yourself being pulled back and into the television.
You screamed and struggled, trying to fight off whatever the hell has grabbed a hold of you, you heard something that sounded like someone snapping their fingers and then you heard your front door close and lock.
And then suddenly, you heard a bubbling sound and then… It was completely silent, you were encased in the giant hand, it was completely dark, and you were breathing heavily, and panicking, trying to squirm free, and then you heard a bunch of television static, and then suddenly, you felt the hand uncurling from you but gripping around your waist to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.
You gasped and immediately looked around frantically, you saw some sort of weird television themed dimension, it was weird, and hard to focus fully on, but you could see TV sets floating around this strange space looking dimension.
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You were shaking and breathing heavily and about to have a panic attack but then you heard a voice “Hey, hey! My dear…! Relax, just look at me, all eyes on me~!” The voice cheerfully spoke, and then you slowly looked to where you heard that voice and your eyes went wide, you looked up, and saw a… Giant television in front of you, it was that same face you had seen on your own TV set just a few moments ago.
You could see the television was gray, had some dials and buttons, clearly an old model of television, he wore a black bowler hat, and had two antennas atop it, one shaped like a lightning bolt, he was also dressed very fancy in mostly gray, black, and white.
And well, the TV humanoid’s screen changed to show a more smug face “Ah, you recognize my handsome face now, my dear little star?” You were shocked as your struggles died down to some degree even though you were still nervous “...Y-You… You’re… M-M-M-M…” And then the TV headed humanoid’s face flickered to some annoyance by you being too shocked to speak clearly before his screen showed that smug look again.
“Yes, yes, that’s right… The common denominator…! The most handsomest, and amazing host of ALL your favorite shows… MR. PUZZLES!” His face flickered to a grin that honestly looked a little unsettling.
You were completely surprised by this, not only were you meeting the man behind Puzzlevision itself but also the man responsible for creating your favorite television shows and movies, you were meeting an… Idol essentially, but the thing that was the most shocking was just how huge this dude was, he was LITERALLY a giant, in fact he had to be 90 to a 100ft tall, he was holding you a gloved palm like you were weightless.
It was… Scary… He brought you closer to the screen “My my, absolutely flabbergasted by my presence are we? I know, I know~ I’m quite wonderful, but, aside from that…! I want you to relax, I am not here to harm you or anything vile like that!”
“No no, in fact, YOU my dear… You are the one who's been rating my shows with a PERFECT five stars, have you not?” And before you could speak, he chuckled, his face flickering to a happy smile “Of course you are! Well, I’m here to personally thank you! I do… Apologize for frightening you so, I er…” And then his face shifted to an annoyed and potentially embarrassed look.
“...I’ll be honest, I do sometimes forget just how horrifying it could be to see a giant hand emerging from your television screen and then… Snatching you up, my intentions really were NOT to frighten you! In fact, I have a proposal of sorts for you in mind!”
And then you were about to ask but once again, Mr. Puzzles spoke, he seemed to have realized something “Oh, where are my manners though, I’ve told you my name, which you obviously knew, but I’m afraid I don’t know your name, so what is it my little star?” You took a moment, squinting your eyes as you expected to be interrupted but Mr. Puzzles gestures for you to go on, his face going back to that smug look and so you spoke, still a bit shaky from the whole ordeal as you rested on Mr. Puzzles’ palm.
“M-My name is… (Y/N)” And this made him snicker a bit “Ah, I see, this is a reader insert fanfiction where you can enter your own name…” You blinked a few times “. . .What?” And then he shook his head, his face going back to a smile.
“Oh never you mind that, my little star! Just talking to myself… Anyways! It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N), you’re QUITE a big fan of my show, and I must say I am honored by that…” And then Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the television sets around all changed to the website, to show your ratings specifically, showing all those five stars you’ve given.
“You’ve given me five stars on every episode so far, and even though the overall audience would… Disagree” His face flickered to show annoyance before flickering back “Your opinions of my show have NOT gone unnoticed!”
Mr. Puzzles then leans in closer to get a better look at your tiny form, he seems to be pondering something, he seems to get a good idea but he doesn’t say much, waiting for you to speak now.
You take a moment to recompose yourself, you take some deep breaths and then finally you speak “I- Um… Well, I’m… Glad I could at least help, with my ratings but… …What does that… Have to do with anything? Why did you take me? And also, you… H-How are you so gigantic?”
Mr. Puzzles pauses for a moment before chuckling “Well now, aren’t we full of questions, naturally so, either way, I’ll answer the simple one first, how I’m so gigantic, it’s simple really, I can grow my body or shrink it to whatever size I please” . . . That… Really didn’t make sense to you but then you looked around at the weird dimension you were in and looked at the being responsible for your favorite shows.
…Eh, maybe some things didn’t need to be questioned too much… And then Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered, showing that wide colorbar grin that unsettled you a little, he leaned even closer, his huge screen nearly touching you, the light from it was… Bright and warm, it was… Somewhat comforting “You wanna know why I chose you…? It’s very simple, my little star… Seeing how you're such a big fan of mine and how many times you’ve watched all those episodes”
And just like that, the television sets around you flickered to show you, to show you on your couch or in other areas watching those shows and okay that was… Creepy.
“I figured I would make you a little proposition… So, (Y/N)... How would you like to star… In your very own show?!” Mr. Puzzles spoke excitedly, he saw your surprise, and waited for a response, you thought about it, but were a bit unsure “...I-I don’t know… I-” And then Mr. Puzzles cut you off, a smug look on his face “Think about it…! You could be a star, aligned to my vision of course, we could create something PERFECT here!”
And then you took a few moments to think about it further, and well… It’s not like you had anything better to do, you just hoped it wouldn’t stress you out too much, on the positive side, you’d get to be working with the creator of Puzzlevision himself “...Y’know what …Sure…”
Mr. Puzzles’ had a grin on his face, but it wasn’t that unsettling one, he seemed completely delighted “Fantastic! Then… A Tiny Star is Born!” And then he chuckled, muttering something under his breath “…Also funnily enough the title to this story…” Before you could question it, he held you carefully in his gloved hands and spun around happily with you.
“My dear, you and I will create something wonderful together! Come, come, let’s get started!” You smiled a little, while he could be a bit… Eccentric and honestly a little unsettling looking at times, Mr. Puzzles seemed genuinely nice enough.
And then you heard him snap his fingers and suddenly, the setting around you changed, it looked like a dressing room of sorts, Mr. Puzzles finally sets you down in the chair, giving your head a little pat with his finger “Now darling~! It’s time to tell you what you’re going to be doing” And then he snapped his fingers again and suddenly, a script appeared in your lap.
“This is going to be a tale of action… Adventure! Comedy! …Maybe some tragedy… And who knows, maybe even… Romance~!” And he winked when he said that which made you blush a little before you opened the script and began to read it.
Judging from what the script says, it’s about you getting imprisoned in a cage of sorts by an evil giant, and you have to escape from there, and then your adventure will unfold once free.
Mr. Puzzles then smiled, clasping his hands together as he looked down at your tiny form, he bent down “Just read over your script and rehearse for as long as you need to, mkay? After all, you can’t just rush perfection~ And when you’re done, some of my assistants will help you with your costume! Good luck, my little star!” And then with a snap of his fingers, Mr. Puzzles disappeared...
Leaving you alone to catch your breath and take a bit to fully process what was happening, you had essentially been kidnapped by not only a giant TV headed humanoid, but also the man who just happens to be the one behind Puzzlevision itself and he had just essentially hired you as an actor.
And yet here you were, sitting in the chair, looking at yourself in the mirror, which, you noticed while the room was giant sized, a lot of the objects were perfectly sized for you, everything seemed to have been customized to fit your size, you weren’t complaining though, at least Mr. Puzzles was considerate enough …Either way, you looked down at the script and sighed, smiling a little, this couldn’t be all bad, after all.
You had met your idol and you were going to be working with him! This gave you determination, excitement, and so you began to read through the entire script, reading the idea, fixating on it much like you did with those shows, you would also rehearse your lines over and over again until they were memorized.
During this time because well, nobody could just memorize all that in a day, Mr. Puzzles would pop in and check up on your progress and offer you some supporting words, and also obviously giving you something to eat and drink as well as even offering you breaks from time to time, during these breaks, you two would actually get to know more about each other, Mr. Puzzles would let you sit in his palm, you’d talk about yourself.
And he’d talk about himself …A LOT, although, you noticed despite his egotistical nature that he seemed to genuinely listen to you, in fact, you noticed with any other crew, he’d listen to you more so instead of constantly interrupting and talking over.
What seemed to stun everyone the most is the fact that Mr. Puzzles listened to YOUR ideas and actually liked them or implemented them into the show they were planning, because according to the crew, he NEVER listened to anyone aside from himself, he’d barely even listen to his own audience, you took notice that you got… Some special privileges, and then finally, after a while of rehearsing, some tweaking of the script, costume design, and all that.
It was time… Mr. Puzzles appeared, hands clasped together and a smug look on his face “Alright, my dear little star! It’s time for your big debut! It’s time for you to shine!” You smiled and nodded, all dressed up as the man picked you up, holding you gently in his gloved palms, his face flickered back to a smile.
You knew how badly Mr. Puzzles wanted to hit a full five star rating on his show, and you knew he could be… VERY much a perfectionist but he seemed to lighten up with you around “Yeah, maybe you’ll get the five stars this time, I uh, I’ll definitely do my best to help you, Mr. Puzzles” And the TV headed humanoid paused momentarily before smiling with his head tilted to the side.
He pats your head affectionately “D’aww… Aren’t you sweet? You’ll do fantastic! After all, a face like yours was made for television, if I do say so myself~” And you blushed a bit at that and then… It was time…
Mr. Puzzles heard a crew announce that and then he sets you down gently, he ushers you along with some big fingers “Now go on my dear! You can do this, you’ll look fantastic!” Mr. Puzzles praises which gives you some confidence and you nod, and then you were heading out there, it was… A bit nerve wracking, you were worried deep down of failing, disappointing or worse, upsetting Mr. Puzzles as well.
You had seen how the man could be, sure his anger nor disappointment had NEVER been directed at you so far but seeing that one face… Those realistic eyes and lips, it was… Horrifying to say the least.
You just tried to do your best, once the cameras were rolling, you played your part, an innocent tiny human who had been captured by a giant, taken to a castle, and shoved into a cage, well, you supposed he was handsome to you as Mr. Puzzles tended to star in his own shows a lot, you acted out your part, the other gigantic being acting out theirs, you had no idea where they even came from but you didn’t question it.
Then came the scene of the giant about to grab you from your cage before, they had fallen over as if knocked out, and well, sure enough, here comes Mr. Puzzles, playing the hero, a hand extends to you, which you had been told to act fearful of at first to the script.
…It was… Hard to truly be fearful when you trusted him as much as you did, and then Mr. Puzzles spoke, his voice dramatic …Well, more dramatic than usual “No no, my dear…! Don’t be frightened, I am here to save you from this monstrous creature…! Climb onto my hand, and I shall free you from your gruesome fate…!” You acted hesitantly like you had rehearsed, acting hesitantly as you walked over to the massive palm splayed out in front of you.
And then you slowly climbed onto it and you were lifted up to see the face …Well, the screen of your savior, you saw the smug smile on his screen and well, you genuinely blushed, you couldn’t help it, and you had even seen some blush on his screen as well, it wasn’t… A part of the script but it added to the scene.
And then, Mr. Puzzles was about to take you away from there before the giant began to wake up, and then a battle ensued, Mr. Puzzles had set you down, standing in front of you protectively, it took you every fiber of your being not to roll your eyes at how dramatic he was when speaking “Don’t worry my dear! I’ll keep you safe! You have nothing to fear!” Mr. Puzzles and the giant fought.
A clash of titans if you would… You of course went and hid behind one of the containers on the shelf as that’s what was scripted, the fight lasted for about twenty minutes or so before Mr. Puzzles came out on top, he stood over the fallen giant victoriously.
And then Mr. Puzzles walked back over to you, breathing heavily for the effect, he then extended a huge palm down to the table “Come now, my dear, let me get you out of here” And then you stepped out, and began walking toward the palm, looking up at him, you climbed onto it and then he began to walk out of the castle, walking and taking one last look back on the fallen giant, after walking out, that ended the scene.
And another version of him sitting in a chair yelled “CUT!” You honestly didn’t know how he could do what he did, but then again, magic was already a pretty nonsensical thing, you had stopped questioning things upon first meeting him to be honest.
That copy had disappeared in dramatic fashion after that and the real Mr. Puzzles holding you currently held you up and began to swing you around carefully and gently “My dear little star! You have such talent! I just KNEW I picked the perfect actor for my shows!” You smiled, your face slightly reddened at those words, you had hoped this would help Mr. Puzzles get to five stars as you knew how badly he had wanted it.
In fact, during the time you two had spent together, he had confided in you just how badly he wanted to hit that five star rating, he had even mentioned something that if he hit those five stars then nothing would ever be the same again.
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You really hoped you could help him achieve this dream of his and then Mr. Puzzles set you down, his screen flickering to that happy grin of his, it was the less unsettling one, you noticed how his eyes seemed to move about during it, it was a cute expression …Although you definitely had your favorite expression of his, you wouldn’t say that out loud though, and then he set you down on the ground “Alrighty! Why don’t you go and take a breather, (Y/N)? After all, I’m sure you’re exhausted after that wonderful performance!"
You nodded, he was right, you were exhausted after all that, especially from all the nervousness you felt deep down, you headed off to your own little room that Mr. Puzzles had designed specifically for you.
You did wonder if he planned to keep you here forever or something, after all, you did have a home to go back to, you maybe needed to talk to him about that… …For now, you sat in your room that was perfectly customized to your size, you sighed and took some deep breaths, you decided to grab yourself something to snack on and drink and then you sat down on the couch, you needed some stress relief, so you decided to read a book.
After all, usually after shows were filmed, Mr. Puzzles would be gone for a bit, you assumed he was keeping up with the ratings and well making sure everything was in order, he seemed to be on top of everything that goes on here, he seemed to be in control of everything here judging from the looks of it.
You read your book for a bit before moving onto playing some video games, you did that for a little bit, and then finally, you listened to some music, all of these activities easing your stress, although, there was a lingering fear deep down in the back of your head, worrying that you hadn’t done a good job, that Mr. Puzzles would be angry with you if he didn’t hit those five stars...
Even if he had never shown any signs of anger to you, you definitely had a lot more special privileges compared to the other crew members and actors, in fact, you were the one Mr. Puzzles hung out with a lot, he rarely ever hung out with the others, if he did, it was mostly for appearance’ sake.
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He could be egotistical a LOT, he was a perfectionist, he had a lot of… Questionable traits in all fairness but as you sat there listening to music, you kept thinking of the TV headed humanoid, you had been here already for… Well, a long time, Mr. Puzzles had said you had been here for about a week when you asked, which on one hand you REALLY needed to get back to your home because you just know you had some cleaning to do amongst other things.
But on the other you didn’t… Necessarily want to leave here either, the reason is because even during the week you had spent here, you had saw Mr. Puzzles less as an idol, but more so… As a crush, you were developing feelings for him.
You thought back to just a few moments ago, when the two of you had blushed at one another, you thought about that damn face, that damn smug look he oh so loved to wear all the time… Even now, when you were alone, just thinking about it made your face blush, you groaned as you plopped down on the couch, laying down and placing your hands over your face.
You were falling in love with the TV headed humanoid and you felt silly for it, after all, hell, you doubted he felt anything like THAT toward you, sure, he liked you and gave you special privileges and… . . . Wait… Did he also have feelings for you? You shot up from the couch, thinking about that now.
And the more you thought about that the more you began to realize that maybe he did have a thing for you, you wouldn’t assume obviously, but it would make plausible sense, before you could question it further though, suddenly, you had been teleported out of your room and grabbed up by a giant gloved hand like usual, you yelped and panicked just a little bit from the suddenness of it and before you could even try to speak or protest...
Mr. Puzzles was spinning around with you again, and okay, this time it was making you pretty dizzy, the TV headed humanoid wasted no time in telling you what the deal was “My dear little star! Look!” He pointed at his own television screen, and it flickered.
This time, not showing a face but he showed the episode that had just dropped with you in it, and your eyes widened, you looked shocked, the episode had a full five stars, everyone, even some of those executives that had criticized the show so harshly were stunned with their reviews of it, they had even given it a five stars, the overall opinion of the public was that this show was very good, and this meant you had helped him.
You had helped Mr. Puzzles achieve his dream, and that made you ecstatic, now you understood why he was spinning you around “H-Hah…! We did it!” You were happy, finally, the streaming service and the shows you had such a passion and love for, now people seemed to understand.
Mr. Puzzles’ faces flickered between each one except the scary and annoyed expression, he seemed like he was going to overload with happiness unless he calmed down, he tried to calm down and recompose himself, his face going back to a regular smile “Yes! I finally got my five stars, and it’s thanks to you, my dear! I just knew I made the right decision by taking you with me, with you by my side, we’ll be unstoppable! The whole WORLD will tune into Puzzlevision to watch our shows!”
It was not often, if at all that Mr. Puzzles would give anyone else aside from himself the spotlight, the credit, but he seemed to be ecstatic by the thought of sharing the fame if it meant sharing it with you.
You were happy, and you hadn’t realized there were some tears forming in your eyes, because well, knowing you had helped him succeed, that took a lotta nervousness off that you had been feeling, Mr. Puzzles quickly noticed this, and his face flickered to an expression you hadn’t seen before, a face of genuine concern and worry “(Y/N)? My favorite little actor… What’s wrong? Have I been holding you too tightly? Did the swaying scare you?”
You were quick to shake your head “N-No, I just… I’m just… Really glad I helped you, I-I uh, I won’t lie to you, Mr. Puzzles… I-I was… Kinda nervous, anxious about…” And you paused, unsure whether you should admit this.
But, Mr. Puzzles looked like he wanted to know what you were about to say, in fact, he wasn’t interrupting you, and well, you couldn’t lie to him or hide that forever, so you sighed and decided to open up just a bit “...I-I just, I was worried… That i-if I didn’t, um, get you to five stars, that you’d… Get angry with me” And Mr. Puzzles gasps, his face flickering to one of surprise but he understood why you’d think that, and then he brought you closer to his screen.
A warm smile on his face as he held you in his giant gloved palm “Oh my dear little star… My sincerest, I… Know I must have put a LOT of stress on you during those times, and while, true, I do get angry with some of my staff…”
Mr. Puzzles begins to gently stroke your head with his other hand, using a finger since he didn’t want to accidentally squish your tiny form “I would never take my anger out on you…! You… …Well, as cliché as it may sound, you are… Special to me, not just my favorite actor obviously, I…” And then he paused, seemingly trying to find the words, his screen flickered, and well, he awkwardly stuttered which is rare for someone as confident as him.
And his screen had pink where his cheeks would be “...W-Well I… Erm, I… I value… You…” His words sound a bit robotic before a flicker of annoyance crosses his face and he sighs before finally speaking properly “I… I really do value your company, you make this space feel… LESS lonely”
You looked up at Mr. Puzzles, processing his words, you felt his finger reach up to wipe your tears gently away and that made you smile and blush slightly yourself, you reached out to hold his finger, your hand could just barely fit around the gloved appendage because of your small stature, while you did need to address the fact that you also needed to go home …At least every once in a while.
You could do that later, as it seems Mr. Puzzles had an idea, as he pulled his free hand back “Here, I know just the way to make it up to you” And with a snap of his fingers, the space around you two changed, into a much cozier setting.
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It was your home but, big enough to accommodate Mr. Puzzles’ huge height, a place where you felt at your most comfortable and safe, he snapped his fingers again and a weighted blanket formed around you, wrapping securely around you, some of your comfort foods and drinks appeared if you wanted, Mr. Puzzles then holds you close to his chest, and well.
You can hear a heartbeat, it makes you wonder about Mr. Puzzles anatomy, just how did the man work exactly…? He was a TV headed humanoid, did he have a real heart or was he just imitating a heartbeat to give you comfort? Either way, it was a very nice gesture.
Mr. Puzzles looked down at you with a warm smile and a blush on his face “Let’s just enjoy some quiet time together my dear little star” You nodded at that, feeling utterly relieved to have the pressure taken off and to just be able to relax, you sat there in the palm of the TV headed humanoid’s hand, he gently stroked your hair in an affectionate manner.
You hadn’t had much time to think about it since you had been working for the last week or so with Mr. Puzzles but, now you were paying attention to just how tiny you were in the palm of his hands, you fit perfectly in them, you felt… Comfortable and safe, despite how unhinged the man could be.
You have seen some of his more… Unhinged moments play out as the week had unfolded obviously, and well, he could definitely be intense but he never seemed like that to you…
You watched as Mr. Puzzles looked down at you, even the way he looked at you compared to others was different, he had a soft, gentle expression on his face, he did give you that smug look sometimes but that just made your heart swoon whenever he did, and you had a feeling he knew that because he loved to pull that face on you more often.
In fact, his screen flickered to that face as if he had read your mind, he didn’t speak but he was smugly staring down at you, he adored attention and oh boy, did he love your attention on him like this.
You felt the warmth of Mr. Puzzles screen bearing down on you, it wasn’t overwhelming or super hot, just a pleasant warmth that made you feel comforted, you knew your parents had once told you not to sit too close to the TV many times but, well, considering how things are now, you wouldn’t mind sitting close to THIS television, it’s something you could get used to.
You snuggled a bit closer in the giant TV headed humanoid’s palm and you saw his screen flicker for a split second, he seemed surprised that you were so comfortable, so trusting around him but then he had a genuine smile and a pink blush on his screen.
You two didn’t speak, but you didn’t have to, the looks on your faces, the atmosphere of the room spoke for itself, Mr. Puzzles gently reached his free hand down, stroking your cheek with a huge finger, you allowed this to happen, even nuzzling slightly into the touch, it felt… Nice, you felt completely safe and trusting in these giant hands.
You reached out to gently pat his finger, as a silent thank you, pausing slightly when you looked at your own hand just compared to one of his fingers alone, you were pretty fascinated by the size difference, even though Mr. Puzzles had said he could shrink or grow whenever he felt like it.
You had questioned to yourself at some point why he stayed this height, in fact at some point during the week you had asked why he stayed that height and he gave you a strange answer, yet another weird thing of mentioning a story of sorts, he had said something along the lines of ‘Oh, that’s because this story wouldn’t exactly be an x Tiny!Reader if I wasn’t giant’ . . . You REALLY needed to ask him to explain what he meant by all that because it had just confused you completely.
But for now, you were beginning to grow sleepy, you yawned and Mr. Puzzles seemed to catch on to it, and well his screen flickered for a moment before going back to his smile, and then, soft, relaxing music began to play.
You smiled, appreciative of that as you lay down on the palm of his hands, he continued to stroke your head gently, keeping you held securely to his chest, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that you didn’t know was real or synthetic but either way, the steady rhythm helped further relax you, you snuggled into both his palm and the weighted blanket, you began to close your eyes, you felt the warm glow and light of his screen on you.
You could tell he was looking at you, and well, Mr. Puzzles wouldn’t deny, to him, you looked absolutely adorable like this, he was… Awkward with admitting any feelings he may have, hell, he had been awkward trying to tell you that you mattered to him in general.
You then spoke finally, your soft sleepy voice echoing out “...Goodnight, Mr. Puzzles…” And then Mr. Puzzles chuckled softly, patting your head “...Goodnight, my dear little star… Sleep well…” And then you finally fell asleep, safe and sound in the palm of his hands.
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(Woo boy gfjdhgdfsk be glad y'all get the fluff- bc oh man I have a lotta angsty ideas for this sadistic tv headed freak /vpos but legit I do have a lot of fun writing g/t stuff, a part of me misses doing that for characters but genuinely I hope y'all enjoy!)
Hey y'all! I come with a nice, long story of transformation, size differences, vore, and (for the ending) objectification. Enjoy! :3c
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Summary: You, a mage, are finally having the adventure of your dreams in New Mexico. But as you turn into various animals and fulfill your kinky fantasies, you long for your best friend, J. Will your day end with you finally being everything you've wanted for him?
Featuring: Oral Soft Vore, Non-Fatal Digestion & Reformation, Full Tour, Disposal, Reader Prey, Animal Pred, Magic & Potions, Animal Transformation, Flattening, Egg-Laying, Friend Pred, Crushes, Cooking, Taunting, Objectification, Turned Into A Cum Rug, Roleplay, D/s, Orgasm, Cum Stains
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You, a magic user in-training, smile as you cast a final reformation circle, feeling excited. You’ve been wanting to have this New Mexico adventure for months, and now, it’s finally here!
You put your bag of potions in the circle and take one out. All of them are transformation mixtures for various animals. Your plan today is to transform using the potions and have some fun as a feral! And if something happens to you, you can say or think the words of the respawn spell your friend J caught you, and you’ll be back at the circle in no time!
And so, you drink the potion you got out, a Tarantula Hawk Wasp one. Instantly, your body rapidly shrinks down and turns a shiny black-blue color. Your eyes go to the sides of your face and become large; your nose & ears disappear, and your mouth sprouts mandibles. Antennae sprout from your head, and with them, your sense of smell & hearing return.
Your chest becomes a thorax, with your arms becoming long & thin and a second pair of them coming out of your hips. Your legs become thinner & even longer, a large black abdomen sprouts from your butt, forming behind you (and making you blush), and your penis grows spikes to fend off attackers (making you blush even more). Finally, red-orange wings come out of your shoulder blades, longer than your whole body.
With that, the transformation is complete. You crawl around on the ground, getting a feel for your new body, and flap your wings a bit. After some practice, you’re able take off into the air!
It feels good to fly in the breeze, your wings flapping rapidly as you soar through the desert. You make loop-de-loops and zig-zags in the wind, loving how well this body can go through the air.
You end up being a bit too ambitious though. A beautiful, shiny yellow thing in the distance catches your eye, and you fly towards it. You land on something transparent on its front to catch you breath. And by the time you realize this thing is a car, it’s too late.
You hear an annoyed sigh from the inside, and then, a long, rectangular rod swoops towards you: it’s a windshield wiper! Unfortunately, it’s too fast, and when it reaches you, it utterly dominates you.
Time slows down as the wiper comes over your body and crushes you. It starts on the right side of you with just one wiper, crushing your wings against your body and your body against the window, hard. It comes over the rest of you with ease, squashing your form and compressing it mercilessly. If this weren’t a dangerous situation, it honestly wouldn’t be so bad—it feels like the best massage ever!
Then, as the right wiper retreats, the left one comes over you, squashing and smearing more of you against the window, spreading your body out even more. The relentless pressing sensation feels brutal, but also calming, too. It’s like all possible pain was smooshed out of you.
The left wiper leaves, and leaves you as a gooey splat. You relax for a moment, lying there with a happy sigh. After a bit, you decide that it’s time to test the magic J gave you, and think the words of the respawn spell. It instantly transports you back to the reformation circle, back in your normal body.
It worked! After taking a moment to adjust to being whole and un-squished, you look in your potion bag and pull out one for a New Mexico Whiptall. After drinking it, your shrink down, with your eyes going to the sides of your face, and your head becoming longer: your mouth stretches out, your nose turns into nostrils that go on the end of your new snout, and ears become earholes. As you get closer to the ground, the rest of your body rapidly changes.
You go down on all fours, and your body becomes longer & flatter, becoming brown & scaly. As your arms & legs change, you can appreciate that they’re more humanlike than the wasps, but there are a few big differences: they’re WAY more flexible, so much do that your joints feel extra bendy, and your fingers are MUCH longer. Your legs (or rather, your hind legs now, since you’re on all fours) have very big feet, with toes that are thicker & longer than those on your front legs)!
You feel something growing out from your butt, and turn red again. After a while, it’s still going, and that’s when you realize what it is: your tail! It grows for quite a bit, and when it’s done, it’s longer than your body is! And after that, another change comes that’s totally unexpected.
Your genitals shrink, and start changing! Blushing uncontrollably as this occurs, your dick & balls merge into your flesh; then, a gaping hole surrounded by labia grows between them, and your cock re-emerges a clitoris. What you heard about New Mexico Whiptail being a female-only species must have been true, but you didn’t think you’d grow a vagina! You try not to think about it as the transformation wraps up.
As the finishing touch, yellow & black stripes form on the top of your body, from your head to your tail; then your underbelly turns slightly blue; then the middle of your tail becomes that same blue color, going down until the tip of it completely blue.
And with that, your new body is complete! You’re low to the ground and ready to roam!
You happily traverse the sandy area, loving the way your small body wriggles around and moves. You can jump so far in this form and run so fast! Holes, rocks, cacti—nothing can stop you! It’s like you’re invincible!
And then, as you’re resting, you feel something bag travelling through your insides—and it’s making your way towards your vulva! You squeeze it out with all of your might, feeling your vagina expand as this circular, bulging thing travels through it. When it reaches your vulva and comes out, you feel your labia expand to fit the thing, more & more & MORE—until, finally, it slides out.
You turn around and see a white oval spotted with brown patches: you laid an egg! You blush again, feeling more self-conscious than before, when—
—a large shadow comes over you. Looking up, you see long gray bird feet, a feathery & white underbelly, and a body covered in brown stripes. Crap, it’s a roadrunner!
Unfortunately, before you can react, the hungry bird comes down and snaps you up in its beak! Your tail is slurped up like a strand of spaghetti, and the beak comes down on your body, squashing & compressing you as it holds its prey firmly in place. Panicking & going on instinct, you try to get out of this, thrashing with your scaled paws. You push them against the long beak, trying to get enough room to escape, but you only go deeper down the esophagus! You can only watch helplessly as thick swallows suck you down further—until your head is in the throat, and all light from outside is shut out with a final GUUUUUULK!
You travel down the slippery throat with great speed, and soon are thrown into a new, spherical space, plopped into a muddy pile at the bottom. After a moment, you realize you’re in the hungry bird’s stomach, sitting on half-digested food! Which means the digestive process is in full swing!
Sure enough, acids pour down from the walls in a torrent of liquid, splashing all over you and making your body tingle. You scramble around, trying to climb up the walls and back up the esophagus. But the stomach is too slippery, and your lizard paws are no match. Every time you try to go up, you plop back at the bottom, in a pool of digestive juices. When you land in there the third time, you realize that the food has turned from sludge to liquid. That’ll be you next. . .
The digested food drains into the intestines as the gut continues its barrage, making a large lake of acids. It drenches you, and your body tingles, feeling melty & weird. So this is what it’s like, being dominated by a stomach. . .
You’ve long since had an interest in vore, thanks to your friend J introducing you to the fetish. However, you never thought you’d experience it in real life. J assured you that the respawn spell will work no matter what form your body takes, and no matter how much it’s broken down. Sure, you regenerated as a bug-shaped splat, but this is different. Once you’re digested into chyme and turned to bird shit, like you’ve always dreamed, will the magic truly do the things J said it would?
You swim around the pool and try once again to climb up the belly walls, but by this point, it’s impossible. You keep falling back into the acids, and each time, you feel yourself losing energy, and tingling even more. You’re becoming so sleepy. . .
The stomach lets out a loud gurgle and starts churning, the walls tossing you around and making waves of acid fall on top of you. Overcome by exhaustion, you close your eyes. That’s when the digestive process truly begins, melting you into liquid in a matter of minutes.
Some of your body stays in the stomach to be absorbed by the roadrunner, but most of body, now turned to chyme, drains into the intestines. You’re still conscious in the latter part of you, and you feel everything as the tube-shaped organs convert you into waste. The villi-covered walls tickle against you as you turn from liquid to sludge, guiding you to your destination. Eventually, you end up in the roadrunner’s anus, gathered with the digested food from earlier.
A few moments later, there is a SPLLLLLLURT, and light floods your vision as the roadrunner takes a little dump, forcing you out with the food it had eaten. Its poop is white and splats all over the rocks, separating your body into various bits. You mix in with the other food, and soon you’re unable to tell what parts of this shit is you, and what isn’t.
As the roadrunner walks away to look for other prey, you think of the reformation spell. A moment later, you’re back at the reformation circle, as you were.
The spell worked, just like J said! You shiver and give yourself a good shake—going from liquid poop to a solid body feels weird! Then, you look in your potion bag, trying to find a good transformation—and then, you find the one for a Greater Roadrunner. You grin. Now, you’ll be on equal ground with that predator!
You drink the potion and shrink again, but don’t go nearly as low to the ground as before. Most of your body turns feathery, with your head growing a black crest; in addition to that, your eyes go to the side of your head once more, and your mouth becomes a loooooong beak! Your neck lengthens, and your body becomes oval-shaped, with your legs turning long & gray, one toe disappearing as you grow zygodactyly feet (with two toes in front and two in the back). As for your arms, they become your long wings, and a tail sprouts from behind you, your genitals relocating underneath it as your cloaca.
Now, you’re an exact copy of the bird that ate you! You’re a foot tall and two feet wide, a far cry from your size as a wasp or lizard. And after testing out your legs, you find you can run super far in this form, dash & leap like a professional! This is going to be a great time! You do this across the desert, having plenty of fun as you do so.
Then, when looking down to land a jump, you see that a coyote is below you with its mouth wide open, waiting for you to land in its jaws! At first you instinctually try to resist this fate, but then you ask: why are you trying to stop this? After all, it’s a chance to be vored again!
And so, you land in the hungry canine’s maw feet-first! Before you know it, the coyote is ravenously gulping you down, sending you down its throat with ease. You relax in his grip, not resisting at all.
The hungry canine sucks on your body as it devours you, lathering you in spit as it sends you further into its greedy throat. Once your neck & head is left, the coyote sucks the rest of you into its mouth with a SLUUUUUUUP! You slide into the maw, and an eager tongue licks your head until you’re covered in spit. You grin—from the way the coyote is enjoying you, you must taste delicious.
The canine pulls your neck & head into its throat with a SKUUUUUUK, and you slide down the esophagus until you land in the dog’s stomach. Unlike when you were a tiny lizard, this form is making a significant bulge in the predator’s midsection.
The coyote licks its chops, and then walks along, satisfied by its big lunch. You feel the gut dragging against the ground as it moves. Inside, it grumbles loudly, and the walls squeeze in, pressing against you and rubbing your feathery body. It’s like the place is taunting you, proclaiming its victory over its prey. . . You blush, aroused, and smile to yourself.
The walls squish you for a few moments longer before they finally retreat, the stomach returning to its original size. Then, it let out a GRRRRRRRRROWL, and the digestive process truly begins.
As the coyote walks, acids secrete from the belly walls, splashing on you and pooling at your feet. Immediately, the gut starts churning: it tosses you this way & that in an effort to break you down, and in the process, you become soaked with digestive fluids. You can feel them tingling the skin underneath your feathers, and digging into your clawed feet.
The belly churns again, stirring you in the pool of liquids that has gathered. The coyote’s stomach is more aggressive than that roadrunner’s—you’re not sure if it’s because of your size, or because the canine is higher up on the food chain. Either way, this gut is determined to break you down into nutrients, and fast!
Feathers are falling off of your body thanks to the acids; they go into the rising pool, and are quickly digested. As your energy drains away, you smile and lean back, feeling yourself getting sleepy. You hope to satisfy the coyote’s hunger for a decent amount of time—perhaps you’ll fill him up for the rest of the day! After all, you want to have been good food for him, a meaningful meal. As prey, that’s all you can ask for.
Soon, you’re completely bare of feathers, and are utterly drained of energy. So, you give in, close your eyes, and wait for digestion to really start.
It does so a few seconds later. The stomach churns, stirring you again, breaking your down at a rapid pace. Your large, solid body becomes melty & sludge-like, then turns into liquid chyme.
The stomach tosses your liquid form this way & that, churning you one last time as the walls squeeze in. Then, you feel most of yourself draining into the intestines; there’s a good amount of you that’s left behind to be absorbed, and soon, you can’t feel that part of you anymore. The rest of you slides into the intestines bit by bit, until all of you is in the long, tight tube. You notice the process is lengthier compared to when you were a lizard.
You let yourself relax as you travel through the maze-like digestive organs, going down & through the tunnel. Your liquid form slowly turns solid & brown, and when you reach the end, you gather in the coyote’s anus, waiting to be expelled out as waste.
Eventually, the canine stops moving, and it takes a big shit, brown tubes of poop plopping out of its bowels. Since you were so much larger compared to the last time you were eaten, there’s a lot more of you to push out. Instead of a little splat, your remains come out as a HUGE pile, one brown stool after another. Once the coyote completely finished dumping you, the pile you’ve made is as wide as him!
The canine walks away, and you listen to your remains slosh around in its gut. Then, you think of the spell, and return as you are in the reformation circle.
You give yourself a good shake, happy to be back in your body, and look through your potion bag as you think about what to do next.
. . . Now that you think about it, maybe it would be good to thank J for giving you that respawn spell. He’s closer to the river though. . . But hey, good thing you put another reformation circle near it when you set them up earlier!
You pick up your potion bag, whisper a spell, and in an instant, you’re at the river, in the woods! Smiling, you walk upstream, and soon reach J’s cottage.
He’s sitting outside on one of the logs around his fire pit, humming as sets up a grill grate & skillet over it. There’s a big bag next to him, likely with fishing or hunting supplies. When you’re close enough, J spots you, and waves at you with a big smile. “Hey!” your best friend exclaims. “You’ve had a good time doing your transformations?”
“Um, yeah,” you reply shyly, sitting down next to him. “And the respawn spell worked perfectly, too. I wanted to stop by and thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” J replies you with a smile. He leans over and whispers into your ear, “Got to do anything . . . self-indulgent?”
Your face turns red, and he laughs, leaning back. “That’s what I thought,” your friend says with a smirk. “Did you get eaten?” You turn redder, and he exclaims, “Yep, I knew it!”
J reaches out and gently grabs your chin, turning your head and tilting it up so the two of you are eye-to-eye. “You know,” he purrs in a sultry voice, “if you really want to thank me for putting together that respawn spell, I am hungry for lunch. . .”
“Y-You are?” you squeak. Is this really happening?
“Yes,” your friend replies. He reaches out, takes your arm, and brings it forward until your hand is pressing against his gut. It lets out a grooooowl, rumbling underneath your fingers, and a tingle runs down your spine.
Looking into your eyes, J continues, “I’ve seen the way you look at me and my stomach. . . I know you want to be in there. So, why don’t you just say yes already, and I can make you my meal?”
You nod eagerly. “I-I’d love that,” you reply, and it feels like a confession. Maybe it is one.
J smiles. “Good. Just know that since I did something so big for you by giving you the respawn spell I made, I'll need at LEAST one more favor after that.”
You nod again, not hesitating for even a second. In your mind, you say, I’d do anything for you. But you don’t dare say that out loud.
J rummages around your potion bag. “Let’s see, what am I interested in eating today. . .?” Then, he smiles, and pulls out a particular bottle, showing it to you: it’s for a Rio Grande Cutthroat Trout. “How’s this sound?”
“Sounds great!” you reply, taking the bottle from him.
“Fantastic,” J says with a grin. “No matter what happens, do you promise to trust me?” You nod again. He tells you, “Then, go ahead. Transform yourself into my perfect meal, won’t you?”
You eagerly drink the potion. Your body becomes flatter, like when you were a lizard; your head merges into your body completely with your eyes going to each side of your new form. Your arms & legs become your fins, your legs merge together and turn into a tail, and two more sets of fins sprout on the top & bottom of your body. Just like that, you’re transformed!
J licks his lips and says, “A twelve-incher—nice.” He lights up the fire pit, takes a bottle of oil from his bag, and pours a little on the bottom of the pan. Then, he places you into the skillet.
The intense heat immediately warms your body, and bubbling oil sears your scaly skin, turning it brown. J soon hovers over you with a series of herbs & spices. He flips you over with a pair of tongs, and you feel him sprinkling you with the stuff, flavoring you perfectly. A pleasant, tasty smell fills the air—your scent as food.
If it was anyone else, being cooked alive would be scary. But in this case, it’s exciting. Your best friend, the one you’ve wanted to be devoured by more than anyone in the world, has given you the honor of being his lunch. As J flips you over and adds more flavor to you, you feel butterflies in your stomach. You want nothing more than to taste good for him. . .
Finally, J removes the pan from the fire and picks you up by the tail. He brings you up above his head and then opens his mouth wide. “Alright then,” you friend says, sticking out his tongue. “Down the hatch~!!”
He brings your head into his mouth, and you are sucked by his hungry maw, his pink tongue lapping you up greedily. You wait with bated breath to hear his reaction, and are rewarded with a loud, “Mmmmmmm! So delicious!” A moment later, you are swallowed down with a GGGGGGULP! You blush, thinking about how big a bulge you’re making in his throat. . .
J sucks more & more of your body into him, sucking & licking every bite. You’re sent deeper down his throat, swallow by swallow, your heart pounding as you wait to reach the place your belong. When only your tail is left to eat, J pauses, then brings it into his mouth, teasing & tasting it longer than the rest of you. Finally, he swallows that down too: ULLLLLP!
Your body slides down the esophagus a bit more, then plops down into a large, eager stomach. This gut is bigger than the roadrunner’s & coyote’s combined, much bigger, and the walls growl & gurgle to you in greeting. Digestive fluid is already gathered on the walls and starting to gather beneath you. You’re not a small meal like the lizard, but you’re not a big one like the roadrunner: as a result, your presence forms a small little bulge in J’s midsection.
You feel your friend rubbing his gut, his hands compressing the space as they press against it. “Ah. . . You feel soooooo good in there,” he remarks, letting out a uuuUUUUUUUUURP! He chuckles and says, “And you’re already making me belch. . . Hey, that means you were a great meal!”
You blush, happiness & delight filling you. You wish you could tell J that you’re glad you were a great meal for him, that you’ve wanted nothing more than to fulfill that role. But you’re a fish, so instead of saying that out loud, you flop a few times, hoping that action conveys your feelings well enough.
“Ooo, someone’s excited, aren’t they?” J asks. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want. . .”
Right on cue, J’s hungry gut lets out a grrrrrrrrrrrrrrum, and the walls squeeze inward, rubbing against your body. Since it’s J’s stomach, it feels like a comforting, loving act, like you’re being hugged. You lean into it, even as acid gets all over you. When the walls retreat, the stomach grumbles again, and digestive fluids come down from the walls, pouring down on top of you, the pool at the bottom getting bigger.
You revel in it, splashing & swimming around the belly. All of these acids mean that J’s claiming you as his, dominating you like the prey you are. In other words, it’s everything you ever wanted.
You feel something tube like pressing against the gut, and after a moment, you realize that it’s J’s hard penis! You smile and swim around excitedly as arousal fills you, too; you couldn’t be happier that your friend is enjoying this as much as you do. Your body’s getting tingly now, your flesh feeling like ice cream melting in the sun. . .
“That’s right, jump & squirm in there while you still can,” J taunts you. “Once my stomach’s done with you, you won’t be able to move anymore. And then you’ll be helpless while it turns you into my chyme. . .”
You do as he instructs, wanting to be the best meal you can. But soon, you’re feeling tired, and not long after that, you can barely move. You sink down to the bottom of the huge pool of stomach acids, relaxing against the wall J’s cock is across from.
“Just give in,” your friend whispers comfortingly as the stomach grumbles & gurgles. “Relax, and submit yourself to me.”
And so, you do, closing your eyes.
The stomach churns you down into chyme, and you stew in there for a bit before getting drained into the intestines. They’re larger than the roadrunner’s or coyote’s, and the journey down to J’s anus is even more relaxing one yet. When you finally reach your destination as solid waste, you hope & pray you make a satisfying shit for your best friend.
After a few minutes, J releases you with a SPUUUURT, forcing stool after stool out of his body, moaning all the while. You land into a wet pool with a PLOP, and see white walls around you: you’re in a toilet!
J expels more & more of you out of his body, and from the noises he’s making, he’s clearly enjoying every second of this. You don’t make as big of a shit pile as when the coyote pooped you out, but it’s still quite sizable by the time J is finished.
He wipes his butt thoroughly, toilet paper falling on top of you as he does so. Then, he stands up with a happy sigh, looking down at you from up above.
“Thanks for the delicious lunch,” your best friend says. He lifts up his shirt, and you watch a a new layer is added to his belly fat. “You’ll be with me right there,” J says, poking the spot. “I’ll bet that makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”
When he’s right, he’s right. You couldn’t be happier. A part of you is with your best friend, marking you as their food, forever. Finally. . .
J grins, then orders you, “Regenerate from there, and I’ll tell you the next favor you owe me.”
You close your eyes, and mentally say the spell. A moment later, you’ve regenerated in your circle at the river.
You smile to yourself as you run back to the fire, joy filling you as you think about what just happened. You finally got eaten by J. . . After this, your whole relationship will probably change! Which is exciting, but also a little scary. . . You sit on a log, wondering what to say to him.
The sound of J coming out of the cabin makes you jump, and you push your thoughts aside as he sits back down next to you, his tongue running over his teeth. “You certainly were delicious,” your friend says with seductive smile.
You smile. “Thanks.” You hesitate, then shyly admit, “I’ve been wanting for you to eat me for so long. . . Finally getting a chance to be your lunch was really exhilarating.”
J’s grin gets wider. “I’m glad,” he says to you. “Like I said, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you stare at my mouth & stomach when I eat. The looks you gave me were of someone who wanted to be my prey. . . And now, you’ve have been.”
He pauses, then says, “Now, for that next favor. . . Why don’t we discuss this in more detail, first?”
As the two of you begin your talk, a feeling of shock strikes you, rendering you unable to speak. H-How did J know about that specific fantasy? Have you really been so obvious? At first, you’re embarrassed & ashamed . . . but J assures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about, that he wants your fantasy to come to life. And he has the tools to do it!
And so, a few minutes later, you’re deeper in the woods with the last potion of the day, one for an American Black Bear. With a smile, you drink it: your body grows massively in height and mass, fur covers your body, your mouth becomes a snout, and your hands & feet turn into big paws with claws! The transformation seems to happen quicker this time, like the last one—maybe because you’re looking forward to be J’s so much!
You let out a mighty roar, and happily prowl around the woods. Rodents, birds, and other woodland creatures flee at the sight of you, and you grin, feeling more powerful than ever before!
You go to the right, like Jay told you, and soon come across the trap. As you step under a large tree, a large shadow comes at you from above—and fast! Before you can properly react, something heavy lands right on you, squashing you against the ground with a SPPPPPPLT!
It feels similar to being squashed as a bug. Your body is forced into the grass, and your large mass is flattened like a pancake in no time at all, trapped underneath what must be some kind of rock. Your arms & legs are spread out, and even your head is squished! You can’t move your body or even open your mouth to roar for help! And the thing that squished you is blocking your vision. . .
In other words, it’s just how you would have wanted this. Perfect
Unable to escape, you wait there for a while, hoping someone will come along and help you. Soon, you hear footsteps approaching, along with a beeping sound. Then, you hear a click, and the thing on top of you goes upward.
Once you adjust to the light, you see J. He smiles at you and puts a device in his pocket. “Looks like one of my traps got a big prize today,” he remarks. “I finally got myself a bear rug!”
One of the elements of your fantasy is for him to act like he doesn’t know you, and you don’t know him. In this encounter, you two are hunter & bear, dominant & dominated.
J rolls your flat body up and throws it over his shoulder, walking & whistling. You let out muffled roars for help, playing your part.
Soon, your friend goes inside his place. He walks past a series of doors before stepping into a large bedroom. Then, he puts you on the ground in front of the bed and unfurls you.
J looks into your eyes with a smile as he stands up. You watch as he kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his pants, a pulls them down with his underwear, revealing his dick & balls. His cock bigger & longer than you thought it would be, and you blush, feeling eager & excited. Seeing this, J smirks and remarks, “Considering what I’m going to do to you with this cock, better enjoy the view while you can.”
Your friend comes on top of you, bringing his dick above your spread legs. “Poor, poor bear,” he says to you with a shit-eating grin, slowly rubbing his cock against you. “You thought you were a mighty creature of the woods. Little did you know that you, a predator, were being hunted by me. . . I made you my prey.”
You let out a muffled moan of arousal. Precum escapes J’s dick, splashing on your genitals. J smiles when he sees the stain, and he rearranges his body: a moment later, his balls & ass are right above your face, and his cock rests on your chest. He reaches down and lifts up your head & neck like a rag, then rubs it against between his legs. His balls are forced against your neck, and your snout is shoved into his ass-crack. Meanwhile, your chest area is wrapped around his penis like a fleshlight. You feel the slick, wet shaft rubbing against your fur.
J brings that part of your body back & forth to rub his dick, and you hear him moaning. His balls shake back & forth as he masturbates, and your snout goes back & forth inside his butt. The feeling of your squashed body rubbing against your friend’s warm, sweaty flesh is so hot. . . You let out quiet moans as his ass squashes you mercilessly.
J lets out a cry. “Oh yeah. . . You feel so good down there,” your best friend says with a happy sigh. “You’re my prize after waiting so long for a decent animal rug. So big and furry—you’ll be very useful to me, prey.”
You feel your own arousal growing, and wish you could reach down and satisfy yourself. “Ah, I can see you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” J purrs, rubbing your body into him harder. “You like being dominated, bear? Ahhh~! Being hunted instead of hunter for a change? I’ll bet it’s something you’ve secretly wanted all your life. . . Ohhhh~! I’m . . . almost there, thanks to you. . . Soon I’ll—Ooooo~!—mark you as my own. . .!”
Right on time, J orgasms with a loud cry, and a huge load of cum spurts from his dick, splattering all of your helpless body. You come too, but since you’re flattened, you manage to get liquid on yourself.
J removes your body from against & inside of him, then brings up your drenched head until the two of you are eye to eye. “That was excellent. . . And it’s not over yet,” your best friend tells you, smirking. “Of course, I could put your body back to normal and eat you as a huuuuuuge meal, one that’ll satisfy me for days for days—but why do that right away when we can have so much fun together? There are so many ways I can use you—as a blanket for wet dreams, a towel to wipe my privates. . . Ah, the possibilities!”
J lifts up your flat chin and says, “So, don’t worry, bear. I’ll squeeze every last drop of usefulness out of you before you become my dinner. This is only the beginning.”
He puts you on the ground, then leaves the bedroom, making a point to walk on top of you when he makes his way to the door.
You’ve never felt more aroused & happy in your life. This was all just like in your fantasies, and even better, too! J’s going to come back, inflate your head so you can speak, and the two of you will do some aftercare. He’ll clean you up, give you some cuddles, and you’ll both talk about how things are going so far. And if the two of you want to keep going, you will. All the way until you become a meal for him again. . .
Your time with best friend—maybe boyfriend?—is only getting started.
Oh dear, it seems I'm back on my bs. I was playing around with my tablet and thought, you know what? The size difference could always be bigger.
Y/n stumbles into an off-limits room in the Pizzaplex and plays a lost arcade game - not unrealistic for this franchise - and ends up cursed. Unfortunately, the most volatile and violent animatronic ends up finding Y/n struggling to escape one of the water hazards in his golf course.
The more people who know about Y/n's predicament, the more dangerous the situation could become. So somehow, Monty has to figure out a way to keep this miniature human alive and hidden, and then turn them back to their original size.
