You're Microscopic on Kimmy's toast!

You wake up on the kitchen counter feeling extremely groggy from passing out. You suddenly realize that you're completely naked and you can't believe how tiny you are now, just 1/40 of a millimeter in size. You feel like you weigh nothing at all, it feels like you're floating on air. everything looks massive to you. your clothes didnt shrink though, so youre completey naked. its strange being naked out in the open in the family kitchen, but youre near microscopic, and likely will never get back to normal size, so you guess its fine. it was your fantasy to shrink, its insane that it actually happened, it just sucks that it had to be in your family's house. As you lay there trying to collect your thoughts, you notice something moving on the countertop. It seems to be some crumbs left over from a snack someone had eaten earlier. Little did you know that these crumbs would become your entire world now... You carefully examine the area around you, trying to see what types of food particles are lying around on the counter. You see bits of sugar, flour, and other various ingredients mixed together. It's hard for you to even imagine being able to eat any of this since you're so small now. After a bit of analyzing, you find yourself coming across some leftover crumbs from a snack that was eaten earlier. They looked like they contained some sort of cracker-like substance. It was hard to tell exactly what kind though due to their small size. Suddenly, without warning, you feel something brushing against your tiny naked body. You can't quite figure out what's causing it, but it feels like something is moving nearby. Suddenly, you hear a voice speaking from above you. It sounds like it's coming from one of the people in the room, but you can't make out what they're saying because of how quiet it is and how far away they seem to be standing. As you continue to explore the crumbs around you, you start to notice something strange happening. The crumbs seem to be getting larger and more defined, almost as if they were growing before your eyes. It's difficult to determine whether this is actually happening or if it's just an illusion caused by your tiny size. You navigate your way towards the toaster, which looks massive compared to you now. As you approach it, you see that the crumbs you found earlier have started to grow even larger, taking on a more distinct shape. They now resemble actual pieces of bread, albeit still in their raw state.

You reach the toaster and carefully climb onto one of the warm bread like crumbs, which feels slightly warm to the touch. Despite your minuscule size, you manage to find a stable foothold on the surface of the "bread" and slowly make your way closer towards the edge of the toaster. Suddenly, without warning, the toaster starts to vibrate, causing the "bread" crumbs to tremble slightly. then all of a sudden, a giant breeze blows you up into the air. you fly around and fall onto the toaster. bang. you're knocked out. when you awake, you are in the toaster! you are tucked into a crater on a slice of bread, a tiny speck, a grain of sand in an entire desert of bread. somehow you had fallen into the toaster. then, from the heavens, a bright light comes, and you see bits of the kitchen again, from your hole in the bread, and the hand of a astronomically large god, large enough to eat planets. but you don't know who's. you feel a massive earthquake and a thud, as you assume the toast was put on a plate. you then try to start climbing up and out of the crater. you figure you must've shrunk even more, maybe even down to a nanometer. time moves slower at this size. it feels like half a day to crawl out of the whole. From your perspective, the toast looks like an entire continent, hell even a planet. You lay down on one of its soft, warm layers of bread, feeling both amazed and slightly overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all. The toast itself is so large now it would take months of walking to escape, but at the same time, it's incredibly comfortable and cozy. the sml of toast, It's a bit disorienting, so strong, and the bread is so warm it almost burns your skin, but also strangely calming. you can let go of your past life you feel like. the warm bread feels nice on your naked skin. you feel aroused and start to pleasure yourself, entranced in this moment. the lights are still disorienting though, and you can't see who's making the toast. then, as your eyes finally adjust to the bright cosmos that is your family's kitchen, you see, far in the distance, your girlfriends younger sister kimmy. shes now almost incomprehensibly large. she walks over to the counter and gets out a knife and a jar of peanut butter. you watch in horror and arousal as she gets closer. Shes so fucking huge. her planetary fingers open the ginormous peanut butter jar. she then carefully spreads the peanut butter onto the slice of toast that you're lying on, taking her time to ensure that it's evenly distributed. she's completely unaware that you're the toast. you've accepted that, as you try to run from the incoming city sized wave of peanut butter. its no use, and you get smooshed in the gooey sticky stuff, like deep under a sea. Once she's done, she steps back and looks at her work with satisfaction, admiring how well the peanut butter was applied. you try to swim to the surface. it's like swimming through quicksand and mud. finally you make it, just in time to see her with a spoonful of jelly, heading straight for the toast.The jelly lands with a colossal splat, enveloping the surface of the bread in a vast, sticky ocean. The deep, vibrant purple is almost hypnotic, and its sweet, intoxicating scent fills the air. You struggle against the goo, your naked body feeling every viscous pull, every sticky resistance. Each attempt to move only sinks you deeper, the jelly's thickness acting like a warm, sweet trap.

With immense effort, you crawl towards what appears to be a slightly less inundated area of the toast. The landscape of bread beneath you is uneven, the ridges and valleys from Kimmy's careful spreading of the peanut butter creating a terrain that guides you forward. The peanut butter clings to your bare skin, its oily texture mingling with the sticky jelly, forming a barrier that seems to encapsulate you in a scented, sensual embrace.

Your journey is exhausting, each movement a monumental effort against the pull of the jelly. Your nakedness makes every sensation more acute, the warmth of the toast against your skin, the stickiness of the peanut butter and jelly, all combining to create a sensory overload. Finally, you collapse onto a patch of bread only lightly touched by the jelly, your body slick with a mixture of peanut butter and sweat. You take a moment to recover, feeling the ridged surface of the bread against your bare skin, the warmth seeping into your bones.

Suddenly, the entire world begins to shift. The toast is lifted, and you're thrust into a new perspective. High above, Kimmy's face comes into view, as large and omnipresent as the sun. Her eyes, wide with anticipation, scan the surface of the toast, oblivious to your minuscule presence. The sight of her enormous, looming face sends a thrill of fear and arousal through you.

The edge of the toast approaches her mouth, a cavernous, warm space. You're positioned right at the precipice, the toast tilting as it aligns with her lips. The smell of peanut butter becomes overwhelming, mixed with the tangy scent of jelly. Your naked body skids across the surface, every ridge and crumb of the bread scraping against your sensitive skin. The descent feels endless, a slide into the abyss.

Finally, you reach the edge, and the vastness of Kimmy's mouth looms before you—a warm, moist universe. Her lips part, revealing the glistening, inviting expanse within. The sight of her enormous tongue, waiting to envelop you, sends a shiver of anticipation through you. With one gentle bite, the world closes in. The soft, warm bread compresses around you, peanut butter and jelly blending into a delicious but terrifying mélange.

Your senses are overwhelmed by the flavors and the heat, the soft texture of the bread cushioning you even as it seals your fate. The warmth and moisture of her mouth surround you, every movement of her tongue a new sensation. The pressure of her bite pushes you deeper into the mixture of bread, peanut butter, and jelly, your naked body slick and glistening in the dim light.

Swallowed into darkness, you're carried away by a wave of warmth and softness, the journey ending as you become part of an epic breakfast tale. Consumed on a piece of toast that was once your vast landscape to explore, you are now a part of her, your tiny, naked form lost in the sensual, overwhelming experience of being eaten alive.