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clumsiestgiantess · 1 month ago

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After coming across this post again, I decided to make a little short story with the same idea!

You wake up sluggishly, one thought at a time slowly dragging you through the tiniest notions of your body actually existing in a space. It’s surreal. Always has been. For that one moment between feeling nothing and feeling everything rushing back, it’s an out-of-body experience. Commands to start breathing berate the recognition of your existence until it’s all you can think. You do so with a squeeze of your lungs and a long gasp for air to fill them again. There. You feel the pulse of life in your chest restart. It’s loud in your ears after the silence of being without it, but you don’t mind in the slightest. It’s a steady and gentle reminder that you’re back. Your mind was nothing and nowhere for a while, but it’s here now. You can feel it by the way you have to remind yourself to move — to open your eyes — despite being awake and aware of feeling.

These are the barriers to cross in order to shake off the torpor of hibernation. It doesn’t scare you anymore, like it did when you were a kid. The feeling of death before death comes once a year every year. But as memories finally creep back, one thing seems out of place: you don’t remember the cold coming at all. In fact, the last thing you remember is sweltering heat, and the desperate desire to find an escape from it.

That’s right. It was freezing during your final memory. You’d snuck into the resident human’s miracle box of ice that never melted. Refreshing didn’t begin to describe it, but the thing was quick to freeze your tiny body to the core before you could so much as think about leaving.

So.. why was it warm enough to wake up?

Ripples of sound run across your tiny body as two larger things collide nearby. Seconds later, your vision shakes and you quickly realize you’re inside of something when it too collides against something else outside. Only then does the stillness of the water warp and ripple. Now you can feel it there, pooling around the lower half of your body.

Your mind becomes a blur as it recharges from nothingness to solving a potential life-or-death problem. Walls of cold hard ice surround and encapsulate you, too thick to see through. They’re melting, and your ice vessel is floating on liquid that was probably created by more ice that had already turned to water. A few small holes to the surface were all that gave you air to breathe, or warmth to wake up to. Perhaps the human’s mystery ice-keeper didn’t keep ice frozen forever. Maybe it refreezes as it’s needed. Whatever the case, you’re glad you can swim.

Screaming is impossible when everything tilts without warning, but you try your best regardless. Your vessel whacks against another surface. Instead of the intense vibrations you brace yourself for, you’re instead met with a much softer landing. The world tilts further — braced against something soft. Everything begins to fall backwards only moments later. Something catches your capsule before it hits the water again, jabbing into the ice above you. The creaking sound of ice breaking is hard to miss when you’re surrounded, and almost painful. You’re thrown backwards again by the strength of whatever grabbed you, and everything goes dark.

You’re still awake, thankfully, but the light is gone. A slow uneasy dread washes over you. Was this a human’s doing, or the machine?

The ice prison shifts to the side just as you try to scream again, thrusting the noise out of you in a muffled yelp. Water is pooling into your tiny pocket of air quicker than before. You’re both relieved and even more terrified when things shift again, and again. The chunk of ice gets tossed around too quickly for the water to sit in any one place and drown you, but the ice knocks painfully against you with every jarring shift. You’ll be bruised in several places by the end of this, you’re sure. If you’re not already dead, that is.

The walls get thinner and the holes around you get larger. Warmth seeps in; the ice is melting. Nothing’s revealed to you yet, though. It’s still dark as ever. However, through a widening opening in the chunk of ice, you feel a rough, warm, and slimy thing brush against your leg from outside. Whatever has you is absolutely a living thing. Not an ice machine – a human.

Confusion brings you into a panic, but it’s horror that catches you in the end.

There’s a squealing noise as pressure comes down on your vessel from outside. The place brightens. Light floods in from beyond the thin layer of ice, clear enough now to see through into the outside. Your eyes follow the trail of a long row of flattened teeth — made for crushing — which slowly shear into sharp blades the length of your arms. Pressure keeps building. Cracks form. A human’s bite force is a terrifying thing to imagine, and seeing it up close is enough to frighten you to tears. If it’s strong enough to break open the ice, then it’s certainly strong enough to crush your body along with it.

Relief causes your chest to jump and shudder. The pressure lifts, but the danger is far from gone. A gigantic tongue far longer than your entire being presses against the side of the ice near your head — licking slowly across the surface to drink away the water melting against its warmth. Once your presence is felt by that thing, it’s over. Then again, if you go unnoticed, you’ll be swallowed.

You hold back a shriek as the ice piece is flipped over, and the human’s tongue presses against it right in front of you. A lengthy view of the muscle flattening and pressing against the surface fills your entire vision. Tastebuds drag against the surface; the sound fills your ears. You can only stare, unblinking, as your face is brought closer and closer to the surface as the ice melts faster and faster. It collapses into the tiny chamber you’re trapped in. The shockingly rough surface drags against your face and you squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can.

Both the muscle’s pressure and sheer size are suffocating. In a desperate panic, you writhe against it — feeling your skin slowly and painfully rubbed raw without a single way to make it stop. The pain subsides eventually, though. Your eyes squint open against your burning face. The last of the ice holding you in place shatters away with your struggles. You’re free. You’re free to be swallowed alive, to be crushed up, to be torn open.

Light appears again. The final chunk of your prison is wedged between two rows of gigantic teeth, leaving air and light to rush in through the gap. You stare in terror as what’s left of the ice shatters in the human’s jaws. You’re surely next. With nothing between the human’s teeth, a new darkness settles over the inside of their maw. They’re swallowing; muscles pull you backward into a warmer darker abyss. You scream and struggle to pull yourself away and the human.. gags?

In the time it takes you to blink the spit from your eyes, you’re thrust forward by the press of the giant being’s tongue — pursed through lips three times longer than you are tall. Daylight blinds you for a moment and you instinctively curl up into a ball. A gasp choked by fear squeezes from your throat as pressure digs into you on either side of your body. The human pinches you between two fingers, bringing you out of their mouth. Several stringy trails of saliva follow you out and cling to your body. “Ew! What was in my drink?” A voice echoes through every inch of you, even stronger than the resonating sounds of the cracking ice chunk’s interior.

Blinking in the harsh light, you stare out over a stomach-churning gap into the face of the gigantic being. An eye crosses through the space like it’s nothing — the human scrutinizing your soaked body. You’re terrified beyond measure, but you can’t look away, either. The white of their eye grows larger, and their pupil dilates slightly. They might be surprised, but it’s hard to tell by just a single eye. “Wait a second, you’re one of those tiny human-ish experiment.. things, right? The invasive ones?”

‘Invasive’ was their term for ‘trying to build an environment that won’t try to kill you every chance it gets’. The human sits back and studies you, then hesitantly presses their tongue back to your body. You struggle against it, trying to push it away from yourself. Sure, you’re soaking wet and cold, but you don’t need heat that badly! You’re about to ask what they think they’re doing, but your voice gets lodged in your throat. A smile full of large gleaming teeth fills your view.

“Usually once I’m done with my drink I’ll chomp on an ice cube or two,” they muse, “but you’ll be far less boring.” You know there’s no way out of this, so you don’t even bother begging to be let go. “Could you at least.. be gentle?” you beg instead. You’re utterly embarrassed by the words that pass your lips, but if this was going to happen, well, your raw stinging face was only a small example of what the gigantic being was capable of by accident. There’s no doubt in your mind that if the movements had been purposeful you’d already be dead.

The gigantic being laughs and goosebumps dart across your body. You want to say they’re from the cold — and it is cold, even with your arms hugged against yourself — but the belted rumbling is just too hard to ignore as their true catalyst. It excites you in the same way a deafening clap of thunder leaves you spellbound. “I’ll try,” they giggle, “Truthfully, I might just keep you.” What have you incited? Well, it doesn’t matter now. You swallow the lump in your throat and brace yourself as the smile in front of you parts way for the tip of a tongue.

Gigantic fingers press you down against the top of the muscle. The human seems to taste you for a moment, only a moment, before bringing you back into their mouth. A shuddering sigh whistles past your lips. You didn’t want to be here, yet the warmth within the giant being’s maw is.. pleasant. It’s cooled by the drink and the ice they’ve consumed, but it’s not freezing either. Cautiously, you sit up to take a breath. An involuntary yelp escapes your throat as the ground beneath you pulses. For the slightest moment you forgot you were surrounded by a living thing, but it’s soon a forethought again.

The gigantic tongue rolls you around between different places for a while — searching for somewhere to put you. Finally, you’re squished into a fleshy pocket right beside their teeth. You have to feel around your own mouth to try to map out where you are in theirs, and come to the realization that you’re tucked in the human’s cheek. Vibrations shake your core and you get a slightly queasy feeling that you’re moving. The rhythmic motion quells your sickness, and leads you to believe that the human is walking around — moving on with their day.

Every so often, their jaws open and a massive tongue slips in to poke at you and take a small lick. The muscle is sticky with saliva and unavoidably douses you in it every time. You’re not sure if they’re toying with you or checking that you’re still there. Maybe it’s a bit of both.

It- It’s not actually as horrible as you thought it would be. You thought it would be more rough pressing and tearing at your skin, not.. whatever this is. Are you tolerating what’s happening to you, or are you just too stunned to try and fight it? Is it possible you like this? You aren’t sure how you feel anymore.

When you’re finally released, you’re spat out into a small bowl, encased in a glob of saliva. You try to step out of it, but the sticky substance just trails along and clings to your body. “That’s enough of that for now,” the human shrugs, far above you. “I don’t want to turn you to mush. I’m shocked you didn’t try to do, well, anything! Either you were really scared I was gonna swallow you, or you actually enjoyed it.” They peer down at you, trying to discern which guess was true. You keep your head down, unsure of the answer yourself. “Either way, they’re both great reasons to keep you!” A piece of paper is placed over the top of the bowl, filtering only dim light inside.

“Wait!” you gasp, suddenly aware that this might be your life for the foreseeable future, “Y-You were serious about that?! What are you going to do with me?!” A rhythmic wave of drumming fingers outside causes you to lose your balance and fall over. “Oh, whatever fun things I come up with. But as per your one request — I’ll be gentle.” Somehow their voice sounded both teasing and sincere. Their amused chuckles drifted out of the room. Soon, you’re alone with your thoughts.

You’d been frozen into a torpor, almost crushed to death, nearly split apart, kidnapped by a giant, and trapped for who-knows-how-long — maybe the rest of your life. Yet, somehow, you find yourself thinking things could’ve been worse.

#I’ll never be normal about this type of scenario #macro micro

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