This choice: To keep the little guy, how fun • Go Back... Kimberly let out a sigh of relief as she rolled her shoulders and neck, casually working the few kinks out of them before looking down at the few things she was carrying. Some confidential files from SiRN, the only prize remaining since she dropped that shrinking chemical on some unlucky guy...as well as said unlucky guy's phone, as well as his wallet. She bit her lip as she considered the weight of what had just transpired. SiRN was working on some weird, and concerning stuff...and said stuff had ended up on a stranger because of her, making him super small and fragile, and that was on her. A pang of guilt hit her chest as she went to sit in her chair, setting down the files and your phone before looking through your wallet and getting to know what she could about you.
You meanwhile, were in this zipped up, slightly stuffy prison, completely enclosed in darkness as the cacophony of sound and motion rocked your senses trapped within this sight depriving cocoon. Some pretty girl just kidnapped you after you shrank on the streets, and from what she said it sounded like she dropped the vial herself! She said she was helping you out, but none of her actions made you think that. You were stewing in your thoughts for an indeterminate amount of time, before a beam of light shone in on you, wincing your eyes, the zipper of the pouch containing you fully opened, and large dark fingers with painted aqua colored nails gently pulled you out, the sensation of movement disorienting you, as the casual strength in these pillars guided you down, and gently deposited you on a rough, large brown surface, her desk.
She set you so you were on your butt, and you stumbled to your feet before her voice resonated down at you "Sorry about...all of this, I had to get us out of the streets before I could talk to you properly." You winced, the close proximity now doing a lot to make her voice loud. She noticed this and lowered it a bit. "I'm Kimberly Jackson, ninja star of Metro city and uh...only thing I can really say is that it might be a little bit my fault that you're the size of a small action figure. Was an accident though!" She was what!? You wanted to give her a piece of your mind so badly, but you were left to REALLY take in her presence.
You stood in the shadow of her sitting figure, her loose white tanktop (from her P2 outfit) left very little to the imagination in terms of how ripped she was even if you'd been normal sized. But this was less a simple torso and more a sheer wall in front of you, and as you looked up at her face, looming brown eyes fully focused on you, her full, prominent lips pouting a bit as she looked down at you, and it was a matter of intimidation from her physical presence, and her cute face that disarmed that quelled your anger at the moment.
"Y-you shrank me on accident? I was just trying to go home after a long night..." The first thing that came to mind was still a complaint as Kimberly heard you say this. "Just wanted to rest, maybe play some games." You lamented.
"Well, I don't think that's on the cards now. I can't just let you go now (Y/N), not with how small and fragile you are! And word of this got back to SiRN, that would be disaster for the both of us! They'd definitely get rid of you, or do weird tests on you or something!" The words caught you off guard.
"Wait, aren't you going to try and fix me!? And how did you know my name!?" You demanded and Kimberly audibly winced at your words, despite the squeaky intonation they carried.
"I may or may not have checked your ID, and i'm afraid I have no idea how to fix you, wouldn't even know where to start...the vial I stole was intended for something else, but now that I know what it did it's a way bigger issue than I can handle right now, and unfortunately that leaves you in limbo unless I keep you."
"But...but..." You balled up your fists as you looked at this giantess. "Can't you take me to the authorities, can't they do something!?" Kimberly sighed before crooking one of her hands and resting her cheek against it. Her free arm snaked up and around until those giant meaty fingers were right at your side, quicker than you could react one of those fingers pinned you down to her desk, gently from her perspective, but still harsh enough to wind you. The finger was as immovable as a steel beam, despite how soft and fleshy it was in terms of texture. It came down on your naked back, pinning your chest down to the wooden surface, and no matter how much you struggled, you didn't budge in any way.
"Chill little guy, you're gonna find that being with me is probably way more fun than getting burned out by work and going home to play video games...and if it isn't, then well, if you get strong enough to move this finger and get away from me, then we'll talk about you being able to handle yourself. As for handing you to the authorities, this might be your desperation or naivety, but it would just end with word getting to SiRN and it being game over for you."
You struggled and struggled as these words came down on you, trying desperately to get away before you heard a click and a flash of light briefly hit you. You turned your head to try and see what she was doing, only to see she had taken a picture of you with her phone.
She moved her finger off of you, the pressure immediately relented, and as you once more shakily stood on your feet, and as you did, she took her phone and showed you the pic of what she had taken, and though your perspective was naturally that this world and the girl in front of you were giants, her showing you the picture from her perspective, you seeing how truly small you were, pinned and thrashing under what you now saw was her pinky, you flushed red and looked at the ground.
"And how exactly do you plan to keep me..." You asked, the pit in your stomach full of dread, before Kimberly pondered this and answered.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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