[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - CHAPTER 19

Things were quickly becoming stifling. 

She kept you closer than before, always cradling you in her palms or perching you on her shoulder, unwilling to let you stray too far. Shoved snugly between her breasts like a soft, cushiony kind of prison, for hours on end sometimes, always carting you around with her. 

Then came the barriers.

She started placing sigils around the house, small, glowing arcane marks that shimmered just at the edges of your vision. You quickly realized that they weren’t just for decoration—they were for you. A spell to make sure you couldn’t leave without her knowing.

It wasn’t just her actions, it was her words. Soft murmurs in the dead of night as she held you just a little too tightly.

"You don’t need anyone else."

"I’ll take care of you."

"I won’t let anything happen to you."

It was gentle at first—so gentle that it almost felt comforting. But then the words started to twist into something ugly, frightening.

"You don’t need anyone else but me."

"I’ll never let anyone take you away from me."

She had become possessive. Too possessive.

…

"You were trying to leave me."

Then the day came, where she spoke those words, and you realized just how much danger you were really in. You struggled, your tiny limbs thrashing, but the magic held you tight.

"M-Mona, please—"

"Shhh…"

She lifted a hand, and the spell tightened, silencing you. You hovered right up in front of her face, fearful now over what her plan was. 

"You don’t understand, do you?" she murmured, tilting her head, studying you with an expression that was almost…pitying. She seemed somber about what she was about to do.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for you, curling gently around your tiny, shivering form.

"You keep trying to run away…"

She lifted you higher and closer still, her grip firm, yet reverent, as though you were something delicate. Precious. Irreplaceable.

"But it’s not safe out there."

Your breath hitched. Her fingers stroked over you, slow and thoughtful.

"Everybody is trying to get you. Why does it seem like you want to leave so badly? Don’t you remember what they tried to do to you?”

Her breath shuddered, and for a moment, something deeply pained flashed in her eyes. And then, as suddenly as it had appeared—it was gone. Replaced with something far worse.

Her lips parted slightly, a slow exhale slipping past them.

"There’s only one way to make sure you never leave me again."

Your entire body seized.

A deep, primal terror clawed its way through your chest.

No.

No, she wouldn’t—

She tilted her head back slightly, her fingers lifting you closer to her lips, her breath warm against your skin.

"I’ll keep you inside me."

The words were soft. Certain.

Horrifying.

Your struggles became desperate, your tiny limbs thrashing against her grip, but Mona simply sighed, shushing you gently.

"Shh, shh…it’s okay. I’ll make sure you’re safe in there." she spoke to you as if you ought to be fine with the idea, as if you were overreacting, “I can use my magic to keep you protected. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Her lips curled into something soft and serene.

"This is for your own good."

And then—her mouth opened.

Heat. Wetness. The dark cavern of her waiting maw.

You gasped—too late.

She pressed you between her lips, her breath washing over you, hot and humid, tinged with the faint scent of mint tea. Her tongue curled beneath you, a soft, slick surface that sent shivers of panic through your tiny body as it pressed upward, forcing you deeper.

Her lips sealed around you. A soft, contented sigh hummed through her chest. She flushed slightly, feeling a little guilty for actually enjoying the sensation of your tiny body on her tongue.

Your pulse pounded violently, your tiny hands pressing desperately against the muscle below, against the slick walls of her mouth—but Mona only purred, tilting her head slightly.

A deep, slow swallow. The world shifted violently around you.

Tightness. Wet muscle pressing in from all sides.

A pull downward.

Then—warmth.

All-encompassing, smothering warmth.

You landed in a tight, slick space, the air humid and close, the walls glistening and pulsing around you.

Her stomach.

You were inside Mona’s stomach.

Your own breath came in frantic gasps, your hands pressing against the soft, slick walls surrounding you, desperate to push them away—but they only flexed in response, holding you close.

Then—Mona’s voice. You could hear her speaking to you from outside, in a tender tone. Soft. Gentle. Reverberating all around you.

"There…isn’t that better?"

A quiet shudder ran through her as she pressed a hand to her belly, feeling your tiny, struggling form inside her.

"So warm…so safe…"

You whimpered. There was no way she could seriously think this was okay. 

Mona let out a slow, contented sigh, "Don’t worry, my love."

Her fingers traced over her stomach, an arcane sigil flickering to life beneath her touch.

"You won’t digest in there."

A soft giggle left her lips, almost dazed, dreamy.

"This way, I know nothing will ever take you from me."

The walls around you tightened slightly, pulsing in time with the rhythm of her breathing.

You could feel the subtle movement of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her belly as she settled in comfortably.

"This way…you’ll always be mine."