[EARLY ACCESS] SHRINK IMPACT | GENSHIN IMPACT - Chapter 13

Just as you felt yourself sliding toward the back of her throat, Eula froze. Clinging to the slick edge of her gullet, saliva-soaked, you had taken a petrified glance down the dark pit beneath you and been convinced you’d end up in her stomach.

But thankfully, at the least second, she noticed.

Her tongue probed the bite, encountering something unexpected. Something that felt…alive? She frowned slightly, her movements slowing as she reached for her napkin.

Sucrose’s breath caught in her throat as Eula delicately spat the bite into the napkin, her sharp gaze fixing on the tiny figure now smeared with cake and cream.

“What in Teyvat is this?” Eula’s voice was icy, her expression hard to read.

Amber gasped, leaning forward to get a better look. “The Traveler!? What—what are you doing in the cake?! How did you get there? Why are you so tiny!?”
Eula’s eyes flicked to Sucrose, her tone sharp. “Sucrose, care to explain?”

Sucrose’s face crumpled, her blush deepening as she stammered, “I-I didn’t mean—I just… I thought…”

Amber looked between the two, her usual cheer replaced with concern. “Sucrose, this isn’t okay. You could’ve really hurt them!”
Eula nodded curtly, her expression stern. “We’re taking this matter to Jean. Now.”

As the tension thickened, Sucrose shrank into her seat, tears brimming in her eyes. She whispered a shaky apology, her hands trembling as she avoided everyone’s gaze. 

You sat in Eula’s napkin, still shaking, as Amber cradled you protectively. You had almost been eaten alive, and for what? Because Sucrose wanted to get her rocks off? She seemed so innocent but it appeared deep down she was far from it.

One thing was certain: Sucrose’s curiosity had gone too far. Yet another now giant woman you needed to watch out for. Great…

…

Amber wrapped you more securely in the napkin, her hands steady as she cradled you close to her chest. She murmured soft reassurances as she hurried through the streets of Mondstadt, her usual cheer replaced with a quiet protectiveness.

Internally she was completely on edge, because she couldn’t stop thinking about the absolute swathe of ways she might accidentally hurt you. Even just imagining how it must have felt to almost be eaten alive, made her shudder. 

“You’ve really been through the wringer, huh?” she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. “I can’t believe Sucrose would do something like that. She’s always been so…sweet.”
You shivered slightly, the lingering fear of what had almost happened still fresh in your mind. “She’s not who I thought she was,” you admitted quietly.

Amber frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I guess not. But don’t worry—we’ll make sure she understands what she did was wrong. Jean will handle it.”

“Speaking of…” Eula looked across at you, seemingly still a bit embarrassed about almost eating you, “Why exactly are you so tiny? This is a type of magic I’ve never seen before…”

As you explained your situation, they were both rather taken aback. But when you tried to insist that taking you back to Mona was probably the best option, given that she cast this magic in the first place, both girls were hesitant.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” Amber pet your head gently with the tip of her finger, shaking her own, “I mean she should have stopped Sucrose from taking you in the first place, right? Besides, Jean is super strong, and strict. She’ll be able to keep you safe.”

When Eula nodded in curt agreement with this, you felt bewildered. Yes, Mona had technically caused this to happen but…she didn’t mean to do it.
“Guys, seriously–”

Before you could argue your case (or Mona’s, really) again, the three of you had already arrived at the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

The massive wooden doors creaked open, revealing the bustling interior of the headquarters. Knights moved to and fro, their polished armor glinting in the sunlight streaming through the high windows. The air was filled with the sound of footsteps, hushed conversations, and the occasional clink of steel.

Amber carried you carefully, keeping the napkin close to her chest as if shielding you from prying eyes. You shied back against her, practically into her cleavage, scared of any ‘normal’ human now. Hell, you weren’t even sure you could trust Amber. To say nothing of Eula.

Eula walked beside her, her usual poised demeanor drawing respect from those they passed. You couldn’t help but notice the curious glances thrown their way.
“Jean should be in her office,” Eula murmured, her voice low but steady. “Let’s not waste time.”

Jean’s office was as orderly and elegant as the Acting Grand Master herself. A large wooden desk dominated the space, covered neatly with stacks of papers, a globe, and a vase of fresh flowers. The soft light from the windows bathed the room in a calm glow, though the atmosphere grew heavier as Amber and Eula entered.

Jean looked up from her work, her sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed the unusual tension in the room. “Amber, Eula,” she greeted, her voice composed. “What brings you here so urgently?”

Amber hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, carefully unwrapping the napkin to reveal you. The napkin’s folds peeled back like curtains, and the room seemed to shift as Jean’s gaze landed on you. Her expression, initially one of confusion, quickly turned to concern.

“This is…” she began, trailing off as she leaned closer.
“It’s the Traveler,” Eula said bluntly, her arms crossed. “Reduced to a size that can only be described as… precarious.”

Jean’s brows furrowed, her expression darkening. “What happened? How did this occur?”

Amber shifted uncomfortably. “Well… Mona cast some kind of magic that made them this small. But then Sucrose…” Her voice faltered, and she glanced at Eula for support.

Eula stepped in smoothly. “Sucrose took the Traveler without permission and endangered their life. Amber and I intervened before anything irreversible happened, but it’s clear that stronger measures need to be taken to ensure their safety.”

Jean’s frown deepened, and she rested her hands on her desk, her posture radiating authority. “This is deeply troubling. I’ll speak with Sucrose personally about her actions, but for now, the Traveler’s safety is the priority. They’ll remain here under the Knights’ protection until we can resolve this.”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. “Jean, please. Mona didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and she’s been doing her best to protect me. She’s the one who can undo this. I need to go back to her.”

Jean’s gaze softened slightly as she looked at you, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I understand your concern, but Mona’s involvement is exactly why this situation occurred in the first place. Until I’m confident that she can ensure your safety, I can’t allow it.”

Amber nodded hesitantly. “Jean’s right. I know Mona cares, but… this is the best place for you right now.”
Eula’s agreement was curt but firm. “Here, you’ll have constant supervision. No one will lay a finger on you without approval.”

You wanted to argue further, but the weight of their combined resolve left you feeling defeated. Jean, sensing your frustration, offered a small, reassuring smile.

“I promise we’ll do everything in our power to keep you safe,” she said. “And I’ll consult Mona about reversing the spell. For now, rest assured that you’re in good hands.”

…

Jean’s insistence was clear, and you were soon set up in a small, secure space on her desk—a makeshift arrangement of cushions and cloth meant to ensure your comfort. 

From your vantage point, you could see Jean hard at work, her steady hands flipping through documents, signing papers, and occasionally rubbing her temples when the workload became too much. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was something comforting about her presence. She exuded calm authority, a stark contrast to the chaos of the last few days.

Jean glanced at you from time to time, her blue eyes warm yet focused. “If you need anything, just call out,” she said softly, her voice soothing. “I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

You nodded, still uneasy but grateful for her attentiveness. “Thank you, Jean. I appreciate it.”

The office was quiet except for the occasional rustle of papers or the distant hum of activity from the rest of the headquarters. You had just begun to relax when the door creaked open, and a junior knight stepped in with an armful of reports.

“Acting Grand Master,” the knight said, bowing slightly. “These are the latest updates from the patrols.”

Jean rose gracefully from her chair, her tight-fitting pants emphasizing her athletic figure as she stepped around the desk to take the papers. Her movements were efficient, her posture poised as always.

But as she turned back toward the desk, her mind seemingly preoccupied with the reports, you realized something horrifying: she was heading directly for the edge of the desk where you were sitting.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, her toned legs bending gracefully as she prepared to sit. From your perspective, it was like watching a mountain move—her figure filling the sky above you as her rear descended closer and closer.

The tight fabric of her uniform pants stretched over her curves, every detail of the material visible as it pressed against her form. The seams seemed impossibly large, the subtle movements of the fabric creating ripples that were magnified at your scale. Her ass was already admirable by default but at this scale? It was kind of breathtaking.

But, terrifying.
You screamed again, your voice high-pitched and panicked. “Jean! I’m right here! Stop!”

But she was too distracted to notice your cries, and you realized with growing horror that she was about to sit directly on top of you.

The air grew warmer as her body descended, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the natural aroma of sweat on her body. You tried to scramble backward, but there was nowhere to go—the desk offered no cover, no escape.

Her backside made contact with the desk. The impact jolted the surface, knocking you flat onto your back beneath her.

The world went dark as her rear settled over you, the smooth, firm surface of her uniform creating a stifling, claustrophobic enclosure. The weight was immense, pressing you into the unyielding wood of the desk as the fabric clung tightly to her form.

Every shift of her hips sent tremors through your tiny body, the pressure building with each subtle adjustment. The heat was intense, her natural warmth radiating through the uniform and enveloping you completely. The faint scent of her skin, mingled with the clean aroma of her clothes, filled the air around you, making it difficult to breathe.

You struggled desperately, pushing against the unyielding fabric with all your strength. Your hands sank slightly into the material, but it was like trying to move a boulder. The more you fought, the more the weight pressed down, compressing the air around you.

“Jean!” you screamed, though your voice was muffled and faint. “Please, get up! I’m underneath you!”

The pressure intensified as she shifted slightly, her weight settling more fully onto the desk. The creak of the wood beneath her was deafening, a stark reminder of just how small and fragile you were compared to her.

For a moment, you thought she might not notice—that you might be completely crushed beneath her unaware form. The thought sent a surge of panic through you, your heart pounding as the air grew thinner.

Just as you felt yourself on the brink of being completely overwhelmed, Jean froze. A subtle frown crossed her face, her sharp instincts kicking in as she felt something unusual beneath her.

“What…?” she murmured, shifting slightly as her hand reached back to feel the desk.

Her fingers brushed under her ass and against the small lump beneath her, and she quickly rose, her movements sudden and jerky. The weight lifted, and you gasped for air, your tiny body trembling as light and air returned.

Jean spun around, her blue eyes wide with shock as she spotted you lying on the desk, disheveled and gasping. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as the realization hit her.
“Archons…” she whispered, her voice filled with horror. “Traveler, I—I didn’t see you there. Are you hurt?”
You coughed, still struggling to catch your breath. “I… I’m okay. But that was… that was terrifying.”

Her expression crumpled with guilt as she carefully reached out, her hands trembling as she picked you up. She cradled you in her palms, her touch feather-light as she inspected you for injuries.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice thick with regret. “I should have been more careful. That was… completely my fault.”

You managed a weak smile, trying to ease her obvious distress. “It’s okay, Jean. I know you didn’t mean to. It’s just… I’m really small right now.”

Jean let out a shaky breath, her resolve hardening as she set you back on your makeshift bed, this time in a much safer spot far from the edge of the desk.

“This won’t happen again,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “I’ll make sure of it. And I’ll speak with Mona immediately—this needs to be reversed as soon as possible.”

Her cheeks pinker than you ever thought you’d see on someone as stoic as her, she turned and excused herself from the room. You sank down into your bed and flopped over, your heart still pounding in your ears.

Another horribly close call…