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[EARLY ACCESS] Shrunken on the Celsius - CHAPTER 25
🕑 Added 2024-07-10 08:55:41 +0000 UTCThe next evening, after another day of being used as a tiny toy, you found yourself resting on Yuna’s nightstand, hidden from sight by a small decorative plant. At the very least, she was genuinely trying to keep you safe like she said she would.
But you feared what would happen if Paine found you. You couldn’t stay hidden forever…
Exhausted from the previous night's escapades with Yuna and Rikku, you were grateful for a moment of reprieve at least. You tried to rest and enjoy your reprieve.
But as luck, or otherwise, would have it, that reprieve was short-lived. You heard the door to Yuna’s quarters open and heavy footsteps approach. The unmistakable clink of Paine’s boots sent a shiver down your spine.
“Yuna, I need to—” Paine began but stopped mid-sentence. She scanned the room, her sharp eyes quickly locking onto your tiny form.
Her lips curled into a smirk, a look of both amusement and cruelty flashing in her eyes. “Well, well. What do we have here?”
Before you could react, Paine’s large hand reached down, her fingers closing around you with a grip that was both firm and unyielding. She lifted you up to her face, her cold eyes scrutinizing you closely.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “I should have known Yuna and Rikku were up to something.”
Without another word, Paine turned on her heel and strode out of the room, her hand still wrapped tightly around you. You could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat through her palm, each beat a reminder of the dire situation you were in. She kept you pressed to her breast like a tease of what was to come.
Paine’s room was darker and more austere than Yuna’s, with minimal decorations and a heavy atmosphere. She closed the door behind her, ensuring no one would interrupt. The sound of the door clicking shut sent a wave of dread through you.
She dropped you unceremoniously onto her bed, her towering figure looming over you like a shadow. “You’ve had it easy with Yuna and Rikku,” she said, her voice icy. “But now it’s my turn to have some fun again.”
You scrambled to your feet, trying to make a run for it, but Paine’s hand shot out, pinning you down with a single finger. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” she said, her voice filled with dark amusement.
She lifted you again, this time bringing you to her face. Her breath was warm and smelled faintly of mint as she whispered, “You’re mine now.”
With that, she slowly began to undress, her movements deliberate and predatory. Each piece of clothing she removed revealed more of her toned, pale, slender yet muscular body, and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Paine was far more imposing than Yuna or Rikku, and her intentions seemed far more sinister as well.
Once she was fully undressed, she placed you on the bed again, her eyes never leaving you. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” she said, her voice a low growl.
Paine's hand wrapped around you once more, her fingers tight and unyielding. She brought you closer to her body, her skin warm and firm against your tiny form. She traced you along her curves, the sensation both disorienting and terrifying. You were completely at her mercy, unable to do anything but endure the torment she had in store for you.
She pressed you against her chest, the heat of her skin almost overwhelming. Her heartbeat was a quick, powerful thump that resonated through your entire body. “Can you feel that?” she whispered, her voice filled with dark pleasure. “That’s how excited you’re making me.”
Paine moved you lower, dragging you down her stomach with deliberate slowness. Her muscles rippled beneath your tiny form, a reminder of her strength and control. She paused just above her navel, her fingers tightening around you. “I wonder how much you can take before you break,” she mused, her tone both curious and cruel.
With a sudden movement, she shoved you between her thighs, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. The slickness of her skin made it difficult to breathe, and you could feel the muscles around you tense and contract. Paine’s grip was unrelenting, her fingers pressing you deeper into her flesh.
The moment she shoved you down there, the pressure was instant and immense. The world around you became an oppressive, suffocating cocoon of flesh and muscle. Her thighs were like unyielding pillars on either side of you, their comparative strength effortlessly keeping you trapped in place. Every slight movement of her legs sent waves of pressure crashing over you, compressing your tiny body painfully.
The slickness of her skin made it difficult to get any traction, leaving you to slide helplessly against the taut, warm surface. The heat was stifling, making it hard to draw a full breath. Each gasp for air felt like inhaling the thick, humid atmosphere of a furnace. The scent of her skin, mingled with the faint aroma of sweat and her natural musk, was overpowering and inescapable.
You could feel the rhythmic pulse of her blood through the powerful muscles surrounding you, a constant, throbbing reminder of her vitality and strength. Each contraction and flex of her thighs sent ripples through your tiny form, pressing you deeper into the unyielding embrace of her flesh. The pressure was so intense that you could feel every individual muscle fiber, the sinewy bands tightening and releasing with terrifying precision.
Paine’s fingers, large and unyielding, pressed you deeper into the crevice of her thighs. The force of her grip made your bones creak and your muscles scream in protest. It was like being trapped in a living vice, the crushing force relentless and inescapable. Every movement she made, no matter how slight, amplified the agony, sending fresh waves of pain through your battered body.
“You’re so small and helpless,” she taunted, her voice a low rumble. “It’s almost too easy.”
Paine’s fingers began to move, her touch both punishing and precise as she poked you, jamming you tighter and tighter in that sweaty crevice between the most ample areas of her legs. She applied pressure in all the right places, each movement sending waves of pain and pleasure through your tiny body. The heat was suffocating, the pressure relentless, and you could feel your strength waning with each passing second.
As she continued to torment you, her eyes remained fixed on your tiny form, watching every reaction with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “Do you like that?” she whispered, her voice filled with dark pleasure. “Do you like being my toy?”
Your pleas for mercy were lost in the overwhelming sensations, your tiny voice drowned out. You couldn’t even hear it over your own hammering heartbeat.
“Do you know where you’re going next? Can you guess?”
Paine reached down to tease her clit through her dark panties, situated right ahead of the crevice you were being suffocated in, and you felt a shiver of fear go through you…
