Your world has been turned upside down in an instant. Once a normal man with ambitions and dreams, you're now less than one centimeter tall, trapped in a bizarre reality where your giantess mother is your caretaker. The days ahead may seem simple, cushioned by her overwhelming love, but the truth is far more complex.
Today is no different. She returns home from work, her giant steps shaking your tiny world, and prepares a meal for both of you. As you lie nestled in the warm, fleshy embrace of her enormous hand, her gentle touch is a strange comfort, a blend of awe and vulnerability.
Despite your drastic change, the bond between you two remains unchanged – unbreakable. She is still your protector, but now her protection is magnified in a literal sense. Each finger, as large as the trees you once knew, moves with a precision born of her cautious care for your fragile form. Her voice, now a gentle rumble that echoes through your body, continues to soothe you as it always has.
But there’s something else, something unspoken in the way she moves and looks at you. Her size, yes, but also the quiet power she now holds over your existence. Her every action, whether a source of comfort or fear, reminds you of this shift. Time itself feels distorted, a single month stretching into what feels like years in this new, unsettling reality.
Her love is undeniable. She spoils you with care,
feeding you tiny morsels, sheltering you in her palms when you’re scared. Yet, amidst that tenderness, there’s a power that can’t be ignored – a power that could crush you with the flick of her wrist. Each gentle caress reminds you of both the nurturing mother you’ve always known and the massive force she has become.
At times, her playfulness unnerves you. She towers above as she effortlessly moves objects you once struggled to lift. A speck of dirt to her is a boulder to you. In those moments, her touch, meant to soothe, can seem both tender and terrifying, her fingers too large, her presence too overwhelming. You wonder: are you overreacting? Or is this the new normal?
As the days go by, you both adjust, hoping, deep down, that the curse will somehow be undone. But the reality lingers, until the day she meets The Oracle. With sudden clarity, the truth of the curse is revealed: the essence of one’s own body must be consumed to restore its original form. But beware! Once the process begins, it must be completed within twelve months, or the curse will remain – forever.
Your mother hasn’t told you. Not yet. Perhaps she’s protecting you, hoping to find a way to spare you the harsh truth. Or perhaps, deep down, she fears what might happen if the prophecy fails. You remain blissfully unaware, cradled in her care, while she quietly wrestles with the weight of what’s to come.
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