[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 3

The minutes after Mona left for the bathroom stretched endlessly as you sat trembling in your hiding spot beneath the folds of her bedspread. The heat and scent of her body still lingered in the air, clinging to your skin and filling your senses even as the faint sound of running water in the bathroom signaled your temporary reprieve. 

Looking down at yourself, your own body, you could see a sticky sheen clinging to your clothes and your skin. Residue…remnants of her excitement. 

You could barely process what had just happened—the overwhelming intimacy of being so close to her, the near-disaster of her unintentional touch—but your instincts screamed at you to leave the room before she returned. After all, if she found you here, or accidentally sat on you or stepped on you, it wouldn’t be good.

Steeling yourself, you crept out from under the bedspread, the soft fabric shifting slightly with your movements. The vast room loomed around you, its dim candlelight casting long shadows across the furniture. Every step you took felt like an eternity, everything so large. You made your way toward the gap beneath the door, a faint sliver of light from the hallway beckoning you forward.

Hurrying back, you realized you had moved away just in time, as you could hear the sound of the bathroom door opening again in the distance, Mona stepping out in her towel.

Finally, you reached your makeshift bed in the corner of the lab, collapsing onto the soft handkerchief and cotton scraps. The faint scent of lavender in the air was calming, a stark contrast to the overwhelming intimacy of her room. After wiping yourself off as best as you could, you curled up, trembling slightly as exhaustion finally overtook you, able to sleep.

…

The morning sunlight filtered softly into Mona’s lab, illuminating the scattered star charts, stacks of books, and the faint trails of glittering stardust that clung to her workspace. You stirred in your makeshift bed, the soft folds of the handkerchief falling away from your tiny body. The events of the previous night felt like a surreal blur, yet the residual heat and the faint scent that lingered on your skin reminded you that it had been terrifyingly real.

Mona’s footsteps approached, her delicate hum breaking the silence. From your perspective, she loomed impossibly tall, her violet eyes scanning the room before settling on you. Her face, framed by loose strands of dark hair, appeared colossal and stunning, her flushed cheeks catching the light of the new day. She bent slightly, her massive gloved hand reaching toward you with care that belied her size.

“Good morning, Traveler,” she said softly. Her expression was calm, almost serene—entirely unaware of the perilous encounter you had survived at her hand. Relief washed over you. She suspected nothing.

“Today’s the day we fix this,” she continued, her tone infused with a determination that felt both reassuring and daunting. “Lisa agreed to help. She’s dealt with complex magical transformations before, and she might have the insight we need.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Lisa. Mondstadt’s resident librarian was known for her charm, wit, and a sharp intelligence that often bordered on unsettling. While her expertise might offer a solution, the thought of being presented to another giantess—especially one as unpredictable as Lisa—left you feeling…uneasy.

Mona scooped you up with gentle precision, her gloved fingers curling around you like protective barriers. The faint scent of ink and parchment clung to her gloves, mingling with the light floral fragrance that seemed to follow her everywhere. She carefully placed you into a small pouch she had fashioned, lined with soft fabric to ensure your comfort. The world swayed gently as she moved, each of her long, purposeful strides a reminder of her immense scale.

…

The library was a vast and imposing structure, its high ceilings and towering bookshelves casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished floor. To you, it felt like stepping into a cathedral.

Lisa was waiting in the central reading area, her elegant figure draped in her signature purple attire. From your perspective, she was a goddess of sensuality and intellect, her emerald eyes sharp and curious as they turned toward Mona. The gentle sway of her hips as she approached carried an air of confidence, her movements deliberate and smooth. Even her faint smile, framed by her soft, full lips, felt both inviting and dangerous.

“Mona, darling, it’s always a pleasure,” Lisa greeted warmly, her voice smooth and melodic, carrying just the faintest hint of mischief. Her gaze flickered to the pouch at Mona’s side, her interest piqued immediately. “And what’s this? I hear you’ve brought me something… unusual?”

Mona hesitated, her protective instincts kicking in. “Lisa, this is the Traveler,” she said softly, her tone more serious than usual. “An accident during one of my experiments led to this. They’ve been reduced to… well, you’ll see.”

Lisa’s curiosity turned to fascination as she leaned closer. The scent of her perfume—an intoxicating blend of florals with a sharp, citrusy undertone—washed over you, enveloping you in its heady warmth. Her immense figure loomed as Mona carefully opened the pouch, revealing you in your diminutive form. Lisa’s eyes widened slightly, her emerald gaze sparkling with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Oh my…” Lisa murmured, her tone dripping with playful intrigue. She bent lower, her face coming closer until it filled your vision. “Aren’t you just the tiniest little thing? How utterly adorable.”

Her voice, though gentle, reverberated through the air, its melodic quality tinged with something more—an undercurrent of control, of amusement. You shrank back instinctively as her slender fingers reached toward you, their elegant, manicured tips gleaming in the soft light. Her touch, though slow and measured, was almost unbearably intimate, the sheer scale of her hand dwarfing your entire body.

Mona interjected, moving to block Lisa’s hand. “Please, Lisa,” she said firmly, her tone tinged with concern. “This is serious. The Traveler is already overwhelmed by their condition. We need to focus on reversing the transformation.”

Lisa straightened, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with elegance. Her smile widened slightly, though her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than was comfortable. “Of course, dear,” she replied smoothly, her tone laced with playful deference. “But you must admit, this is… fascinating. Such a unique situation doesn’t happen every day.”

Lisa’s immense form loomed overhead as she gestured for Mona to join her at a nearby table. Allowed out of the pouch, you staggered back a bit just looking up at the titanic witch, her huge breasts, the dark gorge of her cleavage between them, all on show as she bent down closer to you.
“You must feel so small, don’t you, little one?” she said softly, her voice a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. Though her smile was warm and inviting, there was a sharpness in her gaze—a sense of control and amusement that left you feeling exposed. The sheer scale of these two women, their power and presence, was inescapable. While Mona’s intentions were pure, Lisa’s playful fascination hinted at complications you hadn’t anticipated.

You had an awful feeling about her…