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It was cold.
Rubbing his hands together, a young Hyur would attempt to warm himself up, bringing his hands forth to breath into them as well. It brought short, but welcomed, comfort. Emerald colored eyes looking about the inn room he was within. Heād feel his body shiver a bit, a small sniffle heard as he held back another sneeze. He was clad in a thick ārebelā red wine colored jacket of sorts, buttoned up fully, and the fur-collar held close to his neck and lower face.
His gloves helped to keep his hands from going numb, but even then he could still feel the cold. Heād remain standing as he shifted about - his well-worn somewhat baggy craftsmanās pants offering a bit of warmth as well. Only a little. He had tucked them into his almost knee high dark boots for extra comfort, ensuring they were laced up fully too.
Heād look around the small, one bed inn room, glancing to the distant lantern set out upon a nearby drawer; wishing to move closer, but dared not after how hot it had been before. The moonlight from the nearby window peeked through the half drawn curtains, further illuminating the furnishing. While everything was as one would expect from a room such as this; a rug on the wooden floor below, a nice cozy bed with thick blankets, a bell one could ring for service, and so on. . . there was one difference.
The somewhat pale skinned Hyur, known as Alric, with red hair and freckles sprinkled across his face, had a single problem.
Normally he stood just shy of six feet, but he was a bit shorter than that at the moment.
The man was only a few inches tall, sitting on top of the covers of the bed.
He had run across a monster, together with a fellow adventurer he viewed as his best friend, that had done something to him. It was unclear what the monster was, as no one had seen one quite like it in the local town they were staying at. Although, his friend had made sure he was being taken care of.
The sound of a key jiggling into a keyhole was heard, turning with a āclickā, before opening.
It amazed him, as such a simple thing was much louder to him. The clicking sounding more akin to a loud, higher pitched clanking of heavy steel on steel. As the door moved open, it reminded him of when one would raise or lower the castle wooden bridge. . .only from the side. A thought that caused him to snort as the door opened up briefly, allowing entrance to his best friend of over twenty years - her heavy footfalls easy to hear against the wooden floor below. It was a sight he was still not used to, and he felt his heart skip a beat when seeing her at the size she was - her back turned towards the door as she locked it. Zori, a name that often caused her to get into fights with other kids when she was younger. She had somewhat baby blue slit eyes, giving away to what clan she was born from. Alric had asked once when they were both young, and had received a rather angry glare; before she threw herself upon him and had started to pull his hair. He never asked why again after that.
Once more, the sound of heavy steel clicking against one another was heard, as the door was locked. A sigh would be heard from her, shifting about to reach up and lightly scratch at the back of her long hair - colored mostly black, with streaks of honey-brown hair shifting about in her wake. She seemed so far away, yet Alric knew the distance from the bed and the door was only a dozen feet or so. Yet to him, it was as open and wide as some of the great plains he had come across during his travels with Zori. She had already taken off her gloves, as while it was cold for him due to his size, it wasnāt as nearly as cold at all to Zori at her current height.
Zori was a Miqoāte roughly the same height as Alric, if not maybe an inch or so shorter. Though as it stood now, Alric knew that was no longer the case - given he was only as tall as her ankle. . . Or so he estimated, given when she had plucked him from the ground and carried him to safety just a few short hours ago. She had been off in the tavern nearby, gathering information. . .and now was tired, due to the lateness of the hour. It was easily heard in her footsteps as she crossed the room. Though to Alric it was anything, but quiet.
Each step she took sent a palpable thrum through the room, reminding him sharply of distant thunder during a storm, rolling closer with each weary footfall. What would have no doubt taken him ages to traverse, she was crossing in mere seconds with each step she took. Her dark falconer boots were a bit loosened up, as she would stop briefly to bend one leg up behind her to fiddle with them; as she made her way towards the bed. Her fingernails lightly scratched against the lower sunkissed legs that were exposed, due to her baggy brown pants that stopped roughly at her calves. Her loam-brown colored jacket, matching her pants, already taken off and wrapped around her middle.
Watching his companion stow away her discarded gloves in her pockets as she crossed the room towards him, the adventurer suddenly became aware of his rather unusual predicament with a sudden start.
That distant, almost vacant, look on that face of hers.
It was one she always wore when she was getting ready for bed. The selfsame look when she clearly had stopped paying attention, distracted as she was by her goal of eventual slumber. It was something he had known since childhood, having seen her stumble her way into objects and people without intending to.
While this normally wasnāt a problem, and something he often teased her for and found a bit cute. . .she was coming right towards him on the bed, and -not- looking at where she had left him!
Alric would at once find himself getting up to move, as the thunder of her footsteps drew closer - betraying the rapid approach of the massive woman he called his best friend and her intent to sit down on the bed. As she drew closer, he could feel the bed trembling ever so slightly. While to most it wouldnāt really be anything worth noticing, due to how close she was getting and how small he was. . .it was akin to an earthquake about to take place. A yawn would slip from between her lips, with her being right next to the bed the yawn was -felt- by him! It was mind boggling,and it sent a shiver down his spine despite the distance between the two of them. At his size, he was learning that things that would otherwise be nothing of note, was something that called for his every attention.
All because a young woman had decided to cross the room, while yawning, and moving to sit on the bed.
As she turned to sit down, Alric had already cleared a good distance - avoiding the rear end of his friend with a good amount of space between them. Well, at least in his estimation. The bed began to yield, and he felt himself suddenly on slanted ground; as if the very land itself was yielding to her simple action of sitting down - tail swishing in a lazily tired manner behind her. Her body cast a long shadow across him, the distant lantern turning her already large shadow into an enveloping darkness over him. He found himself slipping towards her upper thigh once she had finally come to rest, and he frantically scrambled to get a grip on the bed sheet to stop his ādescentā towards his friend's body.
It was then he heard her shifting rather loudly from above, before he felt the already dim area around him growing even. . .darker? He was confused for a moment, before sensing the sudden presence of something rushing down towards him from above. Looking skyward, heād spot his friend's face - her eyes half-close with weariness; she seemed so far above him at his new size, almost like a moving building - larger than any beast they had ever seen or dealt with.
Her visage, however, was soon blotted out by a sudden looming obstacle, approaching rapidly towards him from above.
It was Zoriās hand, fingers slightly curled in a relaxed manner heading right for him.
The young man would find himself speaking at long last, attempting to shout at her.
āZ--Zori! Iām down āere! Wait a sec--ā
Then, his entire world was consumed by warmth, trapped as he was between the scratchy inn sheets and the pressure of her hand enveloping his senses.
Heād squeeze his eyes shut, fearing he was about to be crushed. Yet, it didnāt come - or at least, not as he feared it would. Yet. . .
His world had gone dark, as he cracked his eyes open to see what had become of his fate, his friend's hand now making up the entire sky above him. Lightly pressing into him. He didnāt quite feel cold anymore, enveloped as he was in the warmth of her hand - though already he could feel it slowly ebbing away after the removal of her gloves. He found his heart beating a thousand malms a second, staring up at the hand that was over him and lightly touching him. Then, he heard a loud almost ripping sound - as if something was attempting to cut through a thick cloth with a dull blade. Turning his head, he could see that her fingers were curling under her hand slightly, brushing against and coiling under him.
His world was suddenly a jumble, unable to tell up from down for a moment as he felt her fingers barrel into him. He was thankful she took care of her nails, as while they were there - they didnāt cut into him. Her fingers would scoop up her friend, unaware of what effects she was having on his world, before settling for a bit. He was caught between the slight bend of her fingers, and the palm of her hand. It was akin to feeling someone hugging him. . .if not a little roughly and tight! He was able to breath, as his face was pressed against the wrinkles of her hand - only barely able to see.
He had never noticed before, but from up close he was suddenly able to tell she took great care of her hands - despite the fact that she was a fighter that used her body as her own weapon. At times sheād chosen to wield weapons, of the types that fistfighters usually preferred, but more often than naught she enjoyed her own strength and went without. She was strong. Stronger than any other person he knew personally. At normal size, they would often rough house for fun when bickering, with her able to easily subdue him. Yet, as it stood now? She was beyond powerful, and had full control of his world.
All without her noticing a single bit of it.
Then, sheād squeeze her hand somewhat. Her fingers shifting about, lightly rubbing against her hand - and Alric in turn.
He felt his body being rubbed up and down, across his entire form - as both her fingers and the palm of her hand had their way with him. Heād shift about now and then, sometimes able to peek out into the rest of the āworldā again, when he was shifted between her fingers. His head raised to the surface for air, noting the tired face of her friend who was looking towards the curtains - seeming to be in her own little world.
āZori! ZORI! Iām down āere! āEeeey! āEEEEY!ā Alric would shout towards her, yet no response was given, save for the shift of her hand and fingers - forcing him back under the sea of flesh he was trapped in. Her fingers playing across his shrunken form, rubbing and lightly scratching at him now and then. He had gotten a bit scared when seeing her nails coming, yet as they did. . .they didnāt hurt, nor cut into him. Confused thoughts raced through his mind despite his predicament, some rational part of his mind wondering if maybe he was more durable due to the spell from the monster that had done this to him. He wasnāt sure, but was thankful either way!
Sheād do this for a time, almost as if she was playing with him without noticing it herself. Maybe a small part of her did feel him? If that was the case, she didnāt seem to notice it at all herself fully. No doubt due to being tired. Heād find himself shifting and being played with, slipping between her fingers right to the base where heād be caught once again against the upper palm of her hand. Other times the tip of her fingers would rub against him, playing across his face and the rest of his body. He felt almost akin to the air being knocked out of him, whenever her thumb āfoundā him - pressing a bit more roughly and firmly against him.
Then for a few brief moments, sheād squeeze a bit harder than before - as she let loose another yawn - a sensation he heard and felt through her rather than saw. He could feel it emitting from her body, and the sound itself lending to him the sense of an approaching storm about to start! He heard another torrential sounding exhale far above him as she sighed, shortly before his world started to shift about. Trapped between her curled fingers and the palm of her hand, as she started to raise her hand.
He had flown on airships before, the sense of lifting off and moving into the air was something that had excited him; each time they were lucky enough to board one. Zori would tend to enjoy it as well, getting happy whenever lift off happens. Only this time, he felt himself moving much faster than an airship would. It was that same fluttery sensation of lift off within his stomach, only much greater. He found himself flattened against the palm of her hand, as she raised it upward - a breathless little scream escaping him. Yet, even as he was brought closer towards her face - sheād not hear him; weary and distracted as his companion was.
Heād watch as her legs vanished. Soon her black tank-top like shirt would rush by as well, hanging somewhat loosely about her rather well built form. She wasnāt what one would call ābuffā, but she was very much in shape - with her muscles easily seen when moving about. A fact she was rather proud about, as she enjoyed keeping in shape. . .and Alric had noticed she did enjoy the attention secretly now and then. He had sometimes given her a shoulder rub when she was down or did something āworthyā of it, and had noticed she had enjoyed it.
He would soon pass her ample chest, and find her face closer to him than ever before. She was still looking away, with half-lidded eyes a strikingly beautiful shade of blue. For a moment her hand would settle for some reason, and heād have a clear view of her face. The markings under her eyes and cheeks were easy to see, as one would expect from one of her race and clan. Her eyelashes stood out for once, as the young man had never really taken notice of them before - having found every detail of her face enhanced due to the size and how close he was to it.
He could easily see the small scar that was on the upper bridge of her nose, given to her at an early age. It was something she wore with pride, and often told playful tellings of how she got it - each one more longer and detailed than the last. Her lips were slightly parted, causing him to look at them as they shifted slightly. Her teeth, well taken care of, were only briefly viewable past her lips, before his world was shifting again. . .and he saw the reason why approaching rather quickly.
Her other hand was closing in, fingers slightly bent and palm coming right towards him.
āZOR--ā Again, he was cut off as his world became darkness and his entire view became a flesh colored prison within Zoriās palms and fingers.
It was more rough than before, and he immediately knew why; Zori was rubbing her hands together for warmth. A trait she, and many others, often did when cold. Her palms would be on either side of him, rubbing and grinding away at him. Warmth suddenly kindled around him at the sudden friction, her skin rubbing against the shrunken form of her closest friend. The wrinkles from her palms pressed against his entire form; as her hands curled into semi-fists against one another, as well as the Hyur in the palm of her hand.
It wasnāt long before he felt himself being thrown about, and then all ten of her fingers were playing with him; as if eager to have their way with him as well. He didnāt even quite know what was going on. Brief flashes of light were seen, as he was slipping between the roughly caressing digits, glimpses of the woman's tired features now and again - her eyes still unfocused and not seeming to take note of him. Her ears drooped languidly, another unmistakable sign of her exhaustion.
With both of her hands having their way with her best friend, Alric was completely at Zoriās mercy, unable to fight back against her attentions. Heād be crushed at times between both of her thumbs, feeling his oddly durable body yielding ever so slightly to them - while other times he was played with by her index fingers. Heād find himself slipping between her fingers whenever she rubbed her palm across the back of one of her hands. Feeling the surface of her hands almost all over. Strong, yet strikingly soft, A clear indication of the pains she went through to care for her hands, despite the violence she sometimes took part in.
The monk continued warming her hands up, her eyes finally turning towards them as she cupped them just beneath the towering edifice of her face. Alric was at long last able to catch a short break, a faint hue of red to his cheeks from the warmth and what just happened - laying on his back between both of her hands. He was centered right at the edge of her palms, those massive fingers as thick as a great oak tree curled slightly. He could hear it all, the shifting of her skin as she rubbed her hands against one another.
He was acutely aware of the sound of her breathing, as he felt her warm exhale washing over him. It blew his red hair about wildly, disheveling the young man even further. With his proximity to her face, those slightly parted lips hovering feet above him, each exhale buffeted at him gently like a strong wind. He gathered himself to yell again, but paused suddenly when he saw her looking at her hands. For a moment, he almost felt as if she was looking right at him. Any other day heād pay it no mind, yet now?
Those gigantic blue slitted eyes of hers reminded him of the sky on a sunny day, clear and with not a single cloud seen above. His heart leapt into his throat, staring. . .unaware that this was the calm before the storm.
Her hands folded slightly inwards, cupping themselves against each other. Her fingers pressed against the sides of one another, as it slowly dawned on him what she was about to do. She was making the gesture one made when scoping up water to take a drink from it within their hands. However, given there was no water. . .and she was cold. . .oh.
Oh dear.
Her face slowly rushed towards him, those beautiful sleep hazed baby blues never even noting his presence. Her hands curled about her lower face and nose, the sudden sound and sensation of something large rushing forth heard as she brought her hands up to her face. . .to provide them more warmth by slowly breathing into them.
His back was against her hands, staring in awe and a bit of fear, when he saw her mouth start to open wider than before. Trapped between her hands and lower face, all he could see of her face was her chin, some of her cheeks, her nose. . .and the dark chasm that was her mouth as it opened up before him.
As she exhaled, everything from his hair to clothing was blown about in the torrential wake of her breath, pressuring Alric somewhat back into her cupped hands. He squinted his eyes partially shut against the wind washing against his face, unable to keep them entirely open against the overwhelming pressure brought to bear against him. Through his cracked lids, he could see those lips of hers, each one seeming bigger than he was. Was he shrinking more, or was it due to being so close to her he was just feeling smaller than he already was, that is. Her white teeth were easily seen now, each one the size of a boulder if not more. Her canines were easy to notice, even if they wouldnāt be at normal size. Did she have a bit of Moon mixed into her after all?
With each breath she exhaled, Alric found his entire body warming up more quickly than any fire could hope to provide. Her tongue hanging loosely in her mouth, twitching somewhat every so often. He was suddenly, almost absurdly, aware that. . .he could easily fit within Zoriās mouth. His childhood friend was so big, she had become his entire world for a moment in time. It was a bit dark and hard to see, but he could see enough to become aware of how tiny he was now before her maw.
Again and again sheād breath āsoftlyā into her hand. Warming them up over time, along with Alric too without knowing it still. Sometimes her fingers would shift and curl a bit more, cupping her hands as he found her fingers lazily playing with him again. Her thumbs were a little more gentle than before, but the pressure would slowly increase over time.
It was then he noticed her scent, both from her body and breath. It wasnāt bad at all, as she had clearly taken a shower earlier; however he could sense the traces of her natural scent about him due to being rubbed so much. Along with her warming up--was that some sort of cocoa of sorts? Peppermint?! She must have had something warm to drink before coming back to the room for the night.
The intoxicating mixture of scents oddly enough caused his entire body to relax, it was familiar, and not in the least bit unpleasant. For a moment or two he felt himself begin to doze and his mind to shift into a languid haze, thanks in part to her thumbs becoming more gentle with their rubbing and grinding. Her warmth wrapped around him like a comforting blanket of sorts, coupled with the astonishment of experiencing everything from his new, much diminished point of view was making him light-headed. Each time she breathed on him, or teased his form between her caressing fingertips, every time she ran the soft wrinkles of her palms against his form, he found himself sinking further and further into a stupor, blackness encroaching around the edges of his vision. With an almost detached sort of lucidity, he realized he was starting to black out, and in a vain effort heād try to call her name out once more, before at last giving in. . . .
It was oddly silent.
He found himself becoming aware again, warm, but a slight cold breeze sent a wave of gooseflesh down his spine. Every now and then there was a small bit of warm air greeting him.
His eyes started to open.
He was in her hands, but looking up heād see her face close to her hands.
With those eyes, the color of the sky, staring directly at him. Only this time, they were not as closed as before. They were more alert, still tired, but peering at him in the squinted manner of one trying to read fine print.
Then, heād hear her voice - a palpable thrum felt deep in his bones as it swept over him. Yet it was stated in a low tone whisper; the slightly slurred sound of one still drowsy after a long day.
ā. . .Alric?ā Zori would question the being within her grasp, hands still cupped as they had been before, only to at long last notice something āoffā. Her breath washed over him once more, a curious and unsure tone to her voice.
Alric was attempting to gather himself, reaching up to give a light wave to her - as if making sure he had her attention. Yet when trying to speak, he found himself hard pressed to do so; still recovering from his brief foray into unconsciousness.
His gigantic friend would stare down at him. As if her brain was struggling and failing to figure out what was going on. Sheād keep staring for a moment, before the giantess would speak once more - a bit softer than before; as it dawned on him how loud she might be for him.
āSorry, I'm a bit tired. . .whatever the reason, I think itās time we got to bed, hmm?ā Sheād note to him, clearly wanting to figure out how and why he had gotten there - but she was tired. . .and after noting he was alive, that was good enough for her. The green eyed man would merely nod, unaware if she could see it or not, due to both her size and it was a bit dark in the room; save for the light from the lantern and moonlight peeking in through the gauzy curtains still.
Even with her voice lowered, it was still somewhat astounding to him; commanding his every attention to each word that spilled forth from her lips.
āWeāll figure out what to do tomorrow, alright? Iām done with today. . .ā She paused, turning her head away a bit. . .but her eyes would return to focus down at him all of a sudden, a tired, yet playfully teasing expression on her features. One side of her lips curling upward, her eyes lowering a bit as she gave him a side look.
āIf youāre ever so cold that you felt the need to do this again, you can just tell me~ā The Miqoāte said in a semi-playful tone, her lips parting to expose her teeth, in a suggestively smug little grin. She had not been aware of him within her grasp before, but it had felt. . .nice. Sheād stare at his small form curiously, as heād make an arm waving gesture. The type heād often do, when telling her to go away - and a giggle slipped out of her. Her warm breath once more washed over him, and as he felt himself that little rumbling jolt of her laughter pass through him, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit too.
Tired, warmed up, and feeling. . .oddly safe with the mammoth of a woman that was Zori. Heād find himself tuckered out as well after the long and unusual day, along with what had happened within the span of just a few short minutes.
Zori looked about the room for a moment. . .before gaining an idea.
She had a good place for him to rest, that would be safe and sound.
Or so she thought.
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