Summary: You wake up shrunk and smack dab in the middle of the Shadow Isles of Runeterra. Bad news: you have nothing to eat or drink. Good news! You're in a particularly barren patch of dirt, and you're so small that even a living being such as yourself is beneath the notice of the wailing undead here. Not-so-good news...though you've been noticed, the one person who knows of your existence is a grumpy, lazy, smelly, slightly sadistic goth NEET yordle who is not at ALL worried about your well-being. All you can do is cross your fingers, go along with whatever amuses her most, and hopefully survive.
That's...still a pretty big 'hope', though. Especially when your wants for such frivolous things like 'cleanliness' and 'basic human dignity' start annoying your only form of protection here...
Categories: Giantess,
Young Adult 20-29,
Entrapment,
Fantasy,
Feet,
Footwear,
Humiliation,
Odor,
Slave
Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.)Size Roles: F/mWarnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Series: None
Chapters: 5
Table of Contents
Completed: No
Word count: 16159
Read Count: 11367