Note to self: Do not stay up until 3 in the morning playing Mortal Kombat. Otherwise, you start having crazy weird dreams.
The last thing you remembered was falling asleep on your couch after binging your favorite fighting game series, the next you were walking through some kind of metal hallway. Judging by the numbers and words printed on the walls you guessed it was some kind of military facility. There was just one problem. Everything around you was absolutely HUGE! Kind of a shame. You could imagine funner places to dream about being small. Maybe a water park or something?
“This must be one of those lucent dreams, or whatever they’re called.” You remarked. “I mean, I KNOW I’m dreaming and I’m fully aware and stuff. Maybe I can make the dream change to something more exciting.” You screwed your eyes shut and concentrated as hard as you could, trying to alter your surroundings through sheer force of will. As if in response to your machinations the booming sound of approaching footsteps grew steadily louder. You looked up and got quite the shock at the sight of the beautiful black woman now standing in the hall, absolutely dwarfing you in size.
What was even more shocking than the fact that a giantess now stood before you (or rather, over you), was the fact that you recognized her. It was Jacqui Briggs, the bombshell brawler from the game you had been playing not a half-hour before! She wasn’t really your main (Sub-Zero 4 Lyfe!) but she was by far your favorite of the new characters, and the cutest in your opinion too. A giant Jacqui wasn’t exactly what you had tried to make happen in your dream, but you had just been playing the game so you supposed it made sense that you would dream about her. But why was she so big in your dreams? You must be a bigger pervert than you thought.
“Hey! Jacqui! Jacqui, down here!” You shouted, jumping up and down to try and get the ebony giantess’s attention. Your tiny words appeared to reach her as Jacqui stopped midstride, her head turning back and forth in confusion as she searched for the source of the noise. Eventually she followed your advice and glanced down near her boots, and lo and behold the woman you were dreaming about finally spotted you.
“What the-? Is that a…tiny guy?” Jacqui wondered aloud, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She knelt down and extended her hand, and you allowed yourself to be scooped up. You sat in the middle of Jacqui’s gloved hand as she lifted you up to her face to study you. The military agent was immediately on-guard at the sight of a stranger in her military facility. For all she knew you could be a spy for Outworld or the Netherrealm, size notwithstanding. “Who are you and how did you get here?” Jacqui demanded.
“Hi there! My name’s (Y/N) and I’m a big fan, Miss Briggs!” You waved with an enthusiastic smile. Sure it was just a dream, but when were you going to get a chance to do this again? At your words Jacqui’s eyes narrowed, a scowl appearing on her full lips.
“How do you know my name, shrimp?” The special agent demanded more answers. You couldn’t blame Jacqui for being suspicious. This dream was surprisingly realistic. But you wanted to move on to more fun things. You closed your eyes and started concentrating again, willing your imagined reality to conform to your wishes.
“I’d be happy to tell you, Jacqui.” You replied, puckering your lips expectantly. “In exchange for a kiss~” You braced for the moment you would feel the giantess’s plump, beestung lips pressing against you.
Instead, you cried out as the incensed giantess tightened her grip.
“Are you serious? Clearly you don’t know me that well, you little freak!” Jacqui growled, her cheeks darkening a bit with a blush at your sheer audacity. Meanwhile your world became agony as Jacqui’s powerful fist closed around you, her fingers compressing you like taffy. Pain lanced up your spine, and no matter how much you willed it, it wouldn’t go away. You’d never felt pain this vivid in a dream before. That could only mean…
“This…isn’t…a dream?!” You croaked out in agony. Suddenly everything made horrifying sense. This wasn’t a dream at all. It was more like a nightmare, only this was REAL! Somehow, you had been transported shrunken to the world of Mortal Kombat, and into the hands of one of your favorite battle babes. Someone out there had a twisted sense of humor. Mercifully Jacqui’s grip finally released and your spine creaked with relief. You flopped down into her palm, desperately trying to reinflate your lungs.
“Feel like answering my questions now?” Jacqui intoned, her free hand placed against her hip.
“Please…please help me!” You begged, climbing up onto your hands and knees. “I don’t know where I am or how I got here! I swear, I don’t know! I have no idea how I got so small either! Please Miss Briggs, I really need your help!” You stared up at the black giantess with honest pleading in your eyes. You hoped she would sense your authenticity despite your awkward first impressions. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were still praying this was just a terrible, crazy, hyperrealistic dream and you were going to wake up any second now. Everything was in the hands of Jacqui Briggs, quite literally.
The question was, what does she do?
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