Change of Location
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Even in his dreams Ichigo got no rest from Rukia’s tortures. He didn’t know why she was acting so dominating, or why she decided it would be best to shrink him. But he did know that the girl meant every word she said, and that meant he’d be under her as a slave forever. His dreams showed him this truth in many ways. In one dream Rukia just pocketed him beneath her toe nail and left Karakura, leaving a note saying she and Ichigo ran away together. In a sense it was true, but it didn’t mention it was against the shrunken Shinigami’s will. Ichigo’s family protested it, but when Rukia left the Human Realm any attempts they had at locating him proved futile. An oddly detailed dream of what was likely to happen.
Further visions showed what that life meant for Ichigo, he saw himself tending to the massive feet of a woman the epitome of beauty, Rukia, after many years had aged her into a woman. Her tiny slave was a weary man who turned grey decades ago, a man who was so broken he enjoyed his position at his Goddess’ feet. Ichigo lived in a speck of dirt between his Goddess’ toes, hollowed out through the many meals he had with it to survive. It didn’t only revolve around feet though, Ichigo also saw himself massaging these massive pink structures inside a dark red cavern, white mountains surrounded every angle. It was Rukia’s mouth, and he was worshipping her very taste buds. The Goddess enjoyed his taste and proceeded to swallow him, using a kido to teleport him out of her stomach minutes later.
In the dream Ichigo was nothing but a shell of a person, a true slave. He continued to see Rukia perform cruelties like spitting on him so he could fight for his life against her saliva, having him clean her nose, ears, teeth, feet and about everything else. And relatively often, she would shrink him even further. To the point atoms seemed giant. Rukia often grew him back to his original size later, but not until after she had her atoms worshipped as well. This Rukia held no trace of her original personality, at least not towards her pet. She was what was to come, or at least Ichigo believed so.
To further drive the knife, it wasn’t just Rukia Ichigo saw himself worshipping. Orihime, her usual teenage self as well as a knockout of an adult, Matsumoto, Yoruichi, Unohana, Soi Fon, Tatsuki, every woman Ichigo ever knew he was forced to worship. And the broken shell enjoyed every minute of his pathetic life. It had become his mission to please the massive Goddesses until they saw fit to be rid of him. Thankfully the horrid nightmare ended, Ichigo could feel his real world self stopping it’s convulsions.
Then came a dream where Rukia was looming her face above Ichigo, her regular, teenage-appearing self, grinning since she knew all he could see before the blur was her chin. “Get ready Ichigo; we’re about to head out and I’m sure you’ll love where you’ll be later.” It was especially weird for a dream, because it didn’t go any further into detail. Rukia just waved her hand over him and Ichigo was in pitch black darkness again. Come a couple hours later, he realized the last one wasn’t a dream.
His location had certainly changed, and outside of whatever prison he was in he could hear voices, female voices. One was Rukia, the other was too loud and booming to recognize, but Ichigo knew it would be someone he knew. He was still too drowsy to register much, recalling his dream Ichigo figured it out. Damn woman must’ve used a kido to knock me out, I can’t even think straight. Suddenly the atmosphere of wherever he was seemed to register, Ichigo covered his nose as a foul stench permeated into the air. Wherever he was, it smelled. And not only that, but it was wet, granted a bead of sweat was a lake to him now. It served as a great means of waking him up though, when the smell shocked him awake Ichigo realized exactly where he was. The mere notion of it made him pale. He was in…
Further visions showed what that life meant for Ichigo, he saw himself tending to the massive feet of a woman the epitome of beauty, Rukia, after many years had aged her into a woman. Her tiny slave was a weary man who turned grey decades ago, a man who was so broken he enjoyed his position at his Goddess’ feet. Ichigo lived in a speck of dirt between his Goddess’ toes, hollowed out through the many meals he had with it to survive. It didn’t only revolve around feet though, Ichigo also saw himself massaging these massive pink structures inside a dark red cavern, white mountains surrounded every angle. It was Rukia’s mouth, and he was worshipping her very taste buds. The Goddess enjoyed his taste and proceeded to swallow him, using a kido to teleport him out of her stomach minutes later.
In the dream Ichigo was nothing but a shell of a person, a true slave. He continued to see Rukia perform cruelties like spitting on him so he could fight for his life against her saliva, having him clean her nose, ears, teeth, feet and about everything else. And relatively often, she would shrink him even further. To the point atoms seemed giant. Rukia often grew him back to his original size later, but not until after she had her atoms worshipped as well. This Rukia held no trace of her original personality, at least not towards her pet. She was what was to come, or at least Ichigo believed so.
To further drive the knife, it wasn’t just Rukia Ichigo saw himself worshipping. Orihime, her usual teenage self as well as a knockout of an adult, Matsumoto, Yoruichi, Unohana, Soi Fon, Tatsuki, every woman Ichigo ever knew he was forced to worship. And the broken shell enjoyed every minute of his pathetic life. It had become his mission to please the massive Goddesses until they saw fit to be rid of him. Thankfully the horrid nightmare ended, Ichigo could feel his real world self stopping it’s convulsions.
Then came a dream where Rukia was looming her face above Ichigo, her regular, teenage-appearing self, grinning since she knew all he could see before the blur was her chin. “Get ready Ichigo; we’re about to head out and I’m sure you’ll love where you’ll be later.” It was especially weird for a dream, because it didn’t go any further into detail. Rukia just waved her hand over him and Ichigo was in pitch black darkness again. Come a couple hours later, he realized the last one wasn’t a dream.
His location had certainly changed, and outside of whatever prison he was in he could hear voices, female voices. One was Rukia, the other was too loud and booming to recognize, but Ichigo knew it would be someone he knew. He was still too drowsy to register much, recalling his dream Ichigo figured it out. Damn woman must’ve used a kido to knock me out, I can’t even think straight. Suddenly the atmosphere of wherever he was seemed to register, Ichigo covered his nose as a foul stench permeated into the air. Wherever he was, it smelled. And not only that, but it was wet, granted a bead of sweat was a lake to him now. It served as a great means of waking him up though, when the smell shocked him awake Ichigo realized exactly where he was. The mere notion of it made him pale. He was in…
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March 13, 2025
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