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That Time I Got Shrunk as a Slime (Ch 1)
A story based on the anime/manga "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime".Chapter 1 Today was a seemingly normal day in the city of Tempest, but that could not be said for its ruler, Rimuru Tempest. Shion and Shuna, two elite kijin executives of the federation, were currently standing in front of a table, looking down at it with worry."I can't believe this happened to you, Lord Rimuru!!"Shion, the taller of the two, was Rimuru's secretary. Due to that, she normally wore a purple suit and black dress shoes. And because of both her shock at what she was seeing and her intense desire to help her lord, her voice was far too powerful for Rimuru's liking, especially since he was currently half an inch tall."We will do anything and everything to support you right now, Lord Rimuru..."Shuna, the shorter and more soft spoken of the two, carried an air of elegance to her. She was dressed in a priestess robe, due to her background as a princess and having a lead role in the federation under Rimuru.Rimuru however, was only somewhat annoyed by the situation. Even still, he quickly addressed their concerns, saying:"I appreciate it, you two!"A moment later, he turned and looked up at Shion and said:"And don't talk so loud. It's annoying..."Shion quickly started to nod, worried that she was bothering her leader. In a way, seeing someone so much larger than Rimuru move with such ease was both startling and inspiring. However, then he saw her brow furrow, as though she was about to bring up something serious."As Lord Rimuru's chief secretary, it falls to me to find and punish whoever was responsible!"Rimuru just smiled and sighed and said:"Shion... I did this to myself by mistake. I should have it fixed in a day or so."When Shuna heard that, she smiled and said:"That is a great relief, Lord Rimuru... In that case, Shion can care for you until you're back to normal. The rest of us will handle the government affairs."Before Rimuru could respond, Shion picked him up and held him close to her face, where her eyes were shining with excitement. Rimuru wanted to protest that he'd be fine, but he just couldn't bring himself to disappoint Shion, though being this close to her was certainly a factor.Due to her excitement, her breathing was frantic, blasting Rimuru with hot and humid air in the process. It actually felt rather nice, though a bit on the intense side. He did find it strange that his heat resistance wasn't reducing how warm her breath felt to him. But being that close gave him a clear view into her mouth, filling him with fear for a brief moment. He could see everything in intricate detail, from her sharp teeth, her pink and titanic tongue, and all the saliva that covered everything. Then she grinned widely, causing Rimuru to sigh and smile, finding Shion cute even at such a titanic size.And while Shuna walked away, she quietly said:"Come see me later Shion. I'd like to watch over him as well..."Following that, Shuna exited the room, leaving Rimuru with the highly excited kijin all by himself...Now that Shion was alone with her master, she said:"I'll keep you safe just like I always do! And I'll keep you in your favorite spot too!"When Rimuru heard that, his eyes widened as she slowly moved him over her ample cleavage. Shion was always more well endowed than most, but right now her breasts looked like mountains, and she was about to drop Rimuru onto them."Hey Shion, maybe a pocket would work better??"Shion did not seem to hear her master, possibly from being too distracted about the situation in general. Due to that, she dropped Rimuru, causing him to crash down onto her left boob. Before he made contact, he tried and failed to use his wings, confusing him. In response to that, Great Sage, his skill that behaves like an AI assistant, informed him:'Notice: Certain skills are temporarily disabled.'With that, all he could do was brace for impact, but upon landing he realized that wasn't even a concern. Her breast was more than soft and squishy enough to break his fall, though looking up at Shion from here felt strange to put it lightly."Well, now I should get back to work! Having Rimuru with me will keep me even more motivated than usual..."Then she started walking, creating a major problem for Rimuru. Because of the angle of her breasts, not to mention how slick the sweat on her skin was, it was next to impossible for Rimuru to remain balanced. It only took a few steps for Rimuru to lose his footing and tumble down toward her cleavage. While that happened, he yelled:"I'm used to sitting on these, not falling between them!"Again, Shion failed to notice Rimuru's shouts, causing him to slide and get stuck between her absolutely massive breasts. Each step caused them to bounce, grinding Rimuru against them without restraint. Though if he was being honest, it felt incredible, since he was practically encased in her cleavage. If he had to spend a day like this, it wouldn't be so bad.And besides, he deserved a day off now and again...For about half an hour, things were going great for Rimuru. Shion's breasts were insanely soft and squishy, making him feel like he was being massaged at times. And they were just warm enough to keep him relaxed. At one point, he wondered if he could replicate this accidental shrinking skill and let visitors ride in Shion's cleavage.Right when he thought that, she leaned back to stretch, smothering Rimuru far more forcefully than before. It was almost as though she was objecting to his plan, making him wonder if he could just simulate it instead. Though the longer Shion stretched, the worse things were getting for him.The pressure was steadily rising, and Rimuru was starting to have trouble breathing and seeing. As the seconds continued to pass, he soon couldn't even move, finding himself smothered entirely. Right when he felt like he couldn't take anymore, he remembered that he could turn back into a slime, so he did exactly that.That solved the pressure problem, but he soon ran into a more serious issue. His slime form was smaller than his human form, but his body was a lot more slippery now, causing him to slide deeper into her cleavage with all of her sweat. And because of that, Shion didn't even notice his descent, since he felt just like sweat to her.Unfortunately, he couldn't switch back to human mode until after he slid out from her cleavage. And when he did that, he couldn't orient himself until he slid almost all the way down her stomach, only grabbing onto the waistband of her panties. At this point, Rimuru was blushing like crazy, as he muttered:"If I'm caught here, Shuna will kill me!"However, when he looked up, he realized that it would be nearly impossible to climb her without his skills. Her abs were impressively toned, but Shion trained everyday, so that should be expected. Her body radiated heat just like her cleavage, and Rimuru was already sweating. He then muttered:"Hey Great Sage, can I even sweat?"'Notice: The disabling of certain skills may have unforeseen consequences.'Rimuru just shook his head, knowing that he had much more important issues to sort out. He was the master of a great federation of powerful monsters! Surely he could handle climbing back up Shion, right?"Lord Rimuru, I'm starting with my training, so hold on!"When he heard Shion's voice from where he was, he nearly panicked, but a sudden twist of her body was all that was needed to cause Rimuru to lose his grip. He then fell past her panties and bounced down her well toned thigh, trapped within her dress pants.By the time he came to a stop, he managed to cling to the edge of Shion's dress shoe. This was where his current size began to seriously impact him. Every time Shion took even the shortest step, Rimuru would be battered while trying to desperately cling to her shoe. Forget climbing her, it took all of his efforts to not lose his grip and fall to the ground. He'd probably survive being stepped on, but he'd rather spend the day at this size with Shion than fend for himself like a bug.At one point, Shion finally stopped moving, causing Rimuru to start climbing again. Her black sock luckily was easier to climb than her skin, but it still wasn't easy. But before he even reached her ankle, Shion started to shake her foot. Somehow he kept his grip, though a moment later her foot rose into the air, without her dress shoe.While he held on to her sock desperately, a potent odor wafted up toward him, making his eyes water. He should have anticipated this, but Shion's dress shoe smelled bad, to an almost frightening degree. Rimuru figured that it was only as bad as it seemed because of his size and current lack of resistances, but neither of those made it any better."My sock got a bit bunched up..."She sounded more annoyed than anything else, but even a casual statement like that felt like a country wide announcement to Rimuru. But after saying that, Shion bent down and reached for where Rimuru was. Suddenly, she lifted her pants leg, allowing light to hit his eyes, nearly blinding him, as her purple nail polish reflected the sunlight beautifully. However, the act of Shion adjusting her sock was enough to shake Rimuru off, causing him to descend into her hot and stuffy shoe.Rimuru barely had time to pointlessly scold Shion, since she immediately put her shoe back on. Her foot seemed more like a crashing meteor, making him briefly consider shrinking his subordinates and throwing them in Shion's shoes a punishment. But the tiny human slime's thoughts were interrupted when her socked foot smashed into him, forcing him to contend with the full weight of Shion's body. It wasn't exactly bad though, since her sock was soft as was the insole of her dress shoe. And it was even warmer in her shoe, though the smell was something Rimuru could do without.Rimuru would soon learn that things would only get far more intense from here, without Shion having the slightest idea of what she was putting her master through...
Sydney widened her toes, letting the small lint of a person that I was drop between them. Still dazed by the unexpected compression my body had just experienced, I desperately looked towards the mountain-sized girl, wondering how long this could go on. Judging by her amused face, she didn’t seem keen on stopping teasing me yet. “That wasn’t much of a massage, but man, wasn’t it fun to feel you climb my sole! Your struggles at that size are pathetic, but cute at the same time! I’ll never get tired of that sensation on my foot. Now be a good boy, stay there and do not bother me for a while, ok? I’m trying to watch how the movie ends” she said, satisfied. Then, Sydney grabbed the remote, turned up the volume, and began watching TV again, ignoring me completely. She had put me through an ordeal that could potentially be deadly to me, and then she just left me there – tired and alone. “So, what now?” I asked myself. Then, I realised that from my elevated position, I could look around better: I spent some time trying to see where it was, when I finally spotted it: just beside Sydney’s gigantic rear, half buried by the package of gummy bears, there was my phone, my only hope to return to normal size. If I could reach it while Sydney had her head in the clouds, it would be done! I could unshrink myself and never let her near me again. There was just a “small” obstacle… I had to reach it, and the only bridge between me and the couch, of course, were her stretched legs. I needed to cross the other side of her foot, climb her legs, and drop on the couch without her noticing. Knowing how absent-minded she was about everything, it shouldn’t be too hard, I thought. So, when I saw that her gaze was locked on the screen, following closely the intense finale of the movie, I began climbing down her foot. I knew it was a dangerous idea, going around her body, hoping not to be seen (or felt), but there was no other way.Going down was far easier than going up, and I ended up on her ankle in just a few minutes. But then, I realised that reaching the couch seemed easier said than done: her big, tanned legs were the only bridge I could cross to reach my objective, and making my way across the relaxed, titan-sized girl was no easy task. I gathered all the little strength and courage I had left in me and slowly crawled along the massive bridge of flesh. Looking down, I saw the ground far below. Falling wouldn’t only mean losing the only chance I had to grow back, but also a painful fall to my demise. I shuddered at the thought and tried not to think about it, still crossing Sydney’s legs. When I reached her knee, I was already exhausted, and I was merely halfway through. I stopped for just a moment, to catch my breath. It was then, clinging to her warm unaware body, that I thought she was almost… pretty? I had never seen her that way. Actually, I always thought of her a noisy brat who just happened to be around me. But after all, if one were not to consider her silly side, Sydney was… fascinating. Her relaxed body, so distant and imposing compared to me, was almost otherworldly. As if she was living in a different reality, not even aware of my struggles. And her eyes, watching the movie, so far away from here, not even registering my presence… One could get lost in them.Maybe I was too hard with Sydney. Probably, she came to my place that night because she had nobody to spend the Saturday with… Was she that lonely, under her carefree surface? I always thought bad of her, but maybe I was too harsh to judge. Thinking about it, excluding the opportunistic and superficial friendships she made, Sydney didn’t have any real friend. Maybe teasing me was just her weird way of acting friendly…?I was surprised by my own stream of thoughts. What was I thinking? She busted into my house and turned me into her toy. What else should I have done? Letting her play with my deepest secret as if it were sleepover chit-chat? No way. She didn’t deserve to.Having regained my strength, I continued to cross her colossal legs. I finally reached the couch and clumsily jumped off her thigh into the soft texture. I watched the colossal girl: Sydney was still watching closely the intense chase on TV, wondering if the good guy would win in the end. As if it could end differently, the movie was so predictable that even I could have guessed the plot! She was so naïve! Noticing that she was still hypnotized by the TV screen, I approached my truck-size phone, just a few spans away. It was almost over. I sprinted to its side. I pressed the unlock button. It was almost done. The screen lightened. I climbed up its side, to touch the “reset” option of the app. I was safe, I thought. That was when I saw a keyboard popping up on the screen: “Password required. Please insert password”. Impossible, I had set no password. Did she really… “Nice try, idiot!” Sydney’s voiced boomed above me, her face now turned directly at me. She smiled, knowing that she had me in hand. Her confident smile sent a shiver down my spine. “You thought I forgot about your nice app? Leaving you free to unshrink yourself whenever you reached your phone? How stupid do you think I am?! I’m sorry, but it seems that the only stupid person here is you... Also, I don’t remember authorizing you to leave my feet, too. Think you can run around my body all you want?”. I looked around, searching for a way to escape Sydney’s wrath, but there was nowhere to run. Sydney got up from the couch and grabbed by phone, taking away my only possibility to grow myself back. “Since you don’t want to stay put, I’ll have to keep you restrained so I can at least enjoy the end of the movie. No more strolls around my body, clear? In fact, I don’t think you’ll be allowed to move in the first place”. The mountain-sized girl suddenly got up from the couch and placed me right behind her… That is, under the shadow of her titanic backside. Before realising how… equivocal that situation was, without thinking twice Sydney sat down on me with a laughter.It felt like being trampled by a city-sized pillow. Her laughter soon became distant and muffled, under the giant cushion of her shorts. I adhered to the texture, not quite crushed, but not quite free either, finding myself at the centre of her right butt cheek. As I mentioned before, Sydney had… some evident curves, but it’s all another story when you’re the size of a pebble. Her soft behind absorbed me, quite literally, and at least the pressure didn’t flatten me like a chewing gum under a shoe, but even the slightest movement was almost impossible for me. I wondered if she was conscious that her backside was too soft to hurt me or if she just went for it, not thinking about the tangible risk of me being squashed to death under her ass. Not exactly an end I would be too proud of. I yelled and punched and squirmed against the ceiling of soft texture holding me down, but to no avail. Even if Sydney could feel me, she probably took pleasure in ignoring me. I could easily picture her smiling as she kept watching her stupid movie. I gave up and tried to focus on keeping my breathing steady, if I didn’t want the pressure to crush my lungs to a pulp.I can’t say how much time passed, but eventually the far noises coming from the tv stopped. Then, I felt her weight shift, and I prayed that would be the end of my torture. How wrong I was. Somewhere, Sydney’s deep muffled voice boomed: “How are you doing down there? You should feel privileged, not many people get to touch my butt and live to tell the tale… I wonder if you’ll be the exception?”. Did she even listen to herself? “Well, let me tell you, you haven’t been a nice host tonight. First you forget to bring the snacks, then you abandon my feet halfway through a massage… I think you need to be taught some manners”. Then, I heard a clear sound and knew something bad was about to happen. She had unlocked my phone, using the password she had set. She had complete control over the app. “Let’s see… It says here that 2.24 cm is your current size… But it’s not the limit of this thing, is it? Let’s try to lower it some more, what do you say?”. I doubled my effort to pointlessly fight against her, but I was like fighting the ocean itself. I soon realized that my struggles seemed to become less and less effective, until I understood: I was already becoming smaller. The threads of Sydney shorts became larger, enough for me to become entangled into them, like in a spiderweb. I lost myself under Sydney’s butt cheek, while she was having the time of her life, imagining my struggles. Then, it all came to an end when she got up. I didn’t know how smaller I was, but this time, it felt like a cataclysmic event, the shifting of two soft tectonic plates. Two impossibly large fingers came to my rescue, plucking me off her shorts. Sydney pinched me between her thumb and index finger, smothering me against the bare skin of her digits. She brought me before her smiling face, looking me as if I were a funny insect to poke. “Hey”, boomed her voice, louder than ever, hurting my eardrums. How small was I anyway? She seemed to have guessed my question, even if she clearly couldn’t hear me, and proudly announced “you’re 0.4 cm tall. The size of a grain of rice. Quite the achievement, huh? Bet you never been that small”. I paled, but she didn’t pay attention. Or most likely, she couldn’t make out my face really good. “Now, if you don’t mind, there’s still
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