"...Eww! This bug is still alive!"
VG Shrink
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
His hopes quickly diminished down to match his size. Her words thundered through the air, sealing his fate. With a face slight disgust, Malon brought her hand to her shirt, about to rub the remains of the mosquito onto her work clothes. Another stain wouldn't be a bother. A solid wall of living fabric came up and sandwhiched Link between itself and Malon's hand. As the tiny green hero struggled to breath, his arms feebly trying to wedge himself free, he realized Malon had mushed him up against her chest. "GA-AA-AH!!"Link screamed at the embarressment of it all. After a few more seconds, the giant farm girl had stopped rubbing Link into her shirt, satisfied that the 'bug' was finally deceased. Of course, our tiny green hero wasn't, he was simpy paralyzed and embedded deep in the fabric of the clothing.
Link blanked out into a welcome darkness, allowing himself to rest from the trials before."A nap would be nice..."He muttered under his breath. Beyond the veil of sleep, all he heard was rumbling and a lovely singing voice.
The next time Link awoke, he was in a sea of fabric. Freeing himself from the fibers, he rose to his feet, looking about at his surroundings curiously. The forms of the landscape looked familiar. He was still in Malon's shirt, offin the distance some mountains that looked like boots, undergarments next to those...it appeared to be night, and he was in a pile of clothing that needed a good washing regarding the smell.
He began to leave behind the pile, the tiny green dot guessing he had wound up inside Malon's home. The wooden floor acted as a terrain, the only path given for him to follow. An all too familiar rumbling was heard after an hour of walking, and out of nowhere a masive bare foot slammed down in front of him. High above, the still huge Malon, clad in her sleep wear, yawned and took a sip from a glass of water. Futile to the end, Link jumped up and down, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting. He was still not heard, and the giantess was about to leave up. Before she raised her foot, Link latched on, gripping with all of his strength to the smooth skin, trying to hold on for life.
Link blanked out into a welcome darkness, allowing himself to rest from the trials before."A nap would be nice..."He muttered under his breath. Beyond the veil of sleep, all he heard was rumbling and a lovely singing voice.
The next time Link awoke, he was in a sea of fabric. Freeing himself from the fibers, he rose to his feet, looking about at his surroundings curiously. The forms of the landscape looked familiar. He was still in Malon's shirt, offin the distance some mountains that looked like boots, undergarments next to those...it appeared to be night, and he was in a pile of clothing that needed a good washing regarding the smell.
He began to leave behind the pile, the tiny green dot guessing he had wound up inside Malon's home. The wooden floor acted as a terrain, the only path given for him to follow. An all too familiar rumbling was heard after an hour of walking, and out of nowhere a masive bare foot slammed down in front of him. High above, the still huge Malon, clad in her sleep wear, yawned and took a sip from a glass of water. Futile to the end, Link jumped up and down, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting. He was still not heard, and the giantess was about to leave up. Before she raised her foot, Link latched on, gripping with all of his strength to the smooth skin, trying to hold on for life.
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March 13, 2025
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