You paced back and forth along the length of Nicki's table, partially to gather your thoughts, but mostly just out of anxiousness. This whole situation still felt like a bizarre dream you couldn't wake up from. But apparently it was all too real as no amount of slapping yourself had woken you up. All it had done was make your cheeks sore. So, if this was the real world, you were left with one heck of a choice. Should you tell the truth about how you ended up here? That you had no idea? That some stranger had shrunken you, boxed you up and gifted you to Nicki Minaj? It sounded insane, but it was the truth.
Maybe it really would be better for Nicki to bring you the police, maybe they could find a cure for your size problem. But what if they couldn't? What if they just brought you to a lab where you were probed and dissected for the rest of your life? You shuddered at the thought. If the person who giftwrapped you could shrink you, maybe they were the only one who could grow you back too. But how were you going to find them? Well...you knew one millionaire rap goddess who probably had the resources to track this psycho fan down. And honestly, you could think of worse people to take care of you while you were small than her.
With that, you made a decision.
And just in time, as a set of rumbling footsteps heralded the return of the woman of the house. Nicki Minaj rounded the corner of the kitchen, sashaying her way back into the dining room with a bundle of grapes and several bags of junk food in her arms. It was odd, seeing Nicki like this. You were used to seeing her at galas or in salacious music videos, wearing extravagant (and sexy) outfits that looked like something from another planet. Seeing her here, in her own home, wearing a regular black top and leggings, eating junk food like a normal person. It was...interesting. She still looked amazing of course, but in a different way.
"I'm baaaaack!" Nicki sang as she laid the pile of snacks on the table next to you. Each of the bags and even the bundle of grapes were all easily several times your size. It was a truly alien experience as you stared up at them in wonder. "Glad to see you're still here. Didn't want you to try runnin' off or something."
"Are you kidding? This table is so high!" You pointed out. "Where exactly am I supposed to go?"
"Watch your mouth, little boy." Nicki waved a massive, manicured finger at you, but the teasing was evident in her eyes. "I might change my mind about just squashing you like a little bug."
"Er...noted. I'm sorry." You scratched the back of your head, looking away at the piles of food around you. Only then did you realize how hungry you were. You had been in that box for quite a long time apparently, with nothing to eat or drink. You craned your head to look back up a Nicki. "So I can just...I can just dig in, right? I can eat?"
Nicki let out a musical giggle that made your heart flutter. "Sure, sure. Get at it, little boy. Go wild." She waved a dismissive hand as she dropped her double wide rear end into a chair next to the table you were on, bringing her face at least somewhat closer to you. With a grateful smile you rushed off to go and appease your rumbling stomach. Up above you, you could see the opening to the various chip and snack bags Nicki had brought. Her hands were routinely digging into one, exiting with a handful of junk food that probably weighed the same as you did now and popping it past her beestung lips. You shivered again as you watched her tongue snake out between them, licking them and flashing her pearly white teeth. Realizing it would take you a good while to climb up inside those chip bags yourself, you went for the easy choice and hurried off to the bundle of grapes.
Staring that the severed vine, you hurried up to one of the round fruits, nearly half the size of your body, and wrapped your arms around it. It took a few tugs but you finally managed to dislodge it, falling on your butt with the grape on top of you. With a victorious smile you rolled the grape off of you and stood up, approaching the fruit. Without a second thought you bent down and took a deep bite of the grape, humming in contentment as your stomach was filled. You took more and more bites of the grape, attacking it with a ravenous hunger. You forgot all about your current situation for a moment as you focused on sating your hunger.
Another melodious giggle finally snapped you out of your trance. You looked up to see that Nicki had stopped snacking, her brown eyes locked firmly on you with an amused smile on her lips. Your cheeks turned red as you realize she had been watching you attack that grape like a wild animal.
"Don't mind me, little boy." Nicki chuckled. "You sure were hungry. Guess my number one fan didn't get much to eat before he put hisself in that box, huh?" That reminded you of your decision earlier. You really had to explain yourself to Nicki, and now seemed as good a time as any. Time to bite the bullet. Wiping the grape juice off your face, you looked up at Nicki again and cleared your throat.
"Um, a-actually Nicki? I didn't put myself in that box." You told her.
Nicki's brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not a crazy fan, I swear. I don't know how I ended up in that box. I didn't even think shrinking someone was possible! Someone else must have done that to me and sent me to you as a gift. They're the real psycho fan! Please don't kick me out, I really need your help! I...I promise I'll make it up to you somehow if you help me get my size back! Please Nicki!"
You looked up at Nicki with a pleading expression after having explained the situation to her.
The question is, how does she take it?
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