A pitter-patter of small soles echoed through the empty yet filled chamber. Bereft of a physical mass, individuals, and items. Except for the ethereal substance that composed the network of Teyvat’s knowledge. Instead, adjacent to a glowing tree-like structure was a short woman that looked not that different from a child. The toes of her stirrup-clad feet clenched in disquietude. The squelching of nervous sweat was even audible in this immaterial realm. The Dendro Archon didn’t expect to become beset with such anxiety after sending the Traveler and the Wanderer on their way to Inazuma.

I shouldn’t…but I haven’t gotten a missive or heard a word from them.

But Nahida couldn’t help but worry. It was a familiar, yet distinct sensation as compared to the time when she was held hostage by the grand sages. Back then, the very person that the Dendro Archon was currently worried about, was being used to become a god to replace her. How so much had changed in so little time. Since then, the individual once known as Scaramouche and Nahida slowly became closer. To the point that when the woman had asked if Scaramouche could assist the Traveler in finding information of his sister in the Irminsul, she had come to predict the high possibility that the failed god would try to erase his existence from reality by tampering with the information network.

It was a fortunate prediction as Scaramouche, who now referred to himself as the “Wanderer”, was left an amicable but nearly empty husk. Unaware of who he was and looking for his place in the world. If it wasn’t for the Traveler’s unique perception of the Wanderer and Nahida’s quick thinking in writing down Scaramouche’s past as a fable that wouldn’t be erased by the Irminsul, then the Wanderer would have continued wandering aimlessly. Alas, because of the Wanderer’s actions everyone else in the world had forgotten of his existence. Thusly, the Wanderer was now traveling to Inazuma. A means to get closure over his estrangement with the Electro Archon. An individual that could be viewed as the Wanderer’s mother. Someone who had created him, but due to the erasure of the Wanderer’s existence from the Irminsul, most likely does not recall doing so.

Maybe him and the Traveler got into some trouble along the way. Danger always seems to be attracted to Aether.

Nahida tried to rationalize. It was happenstance that the Traveler was nearby when the Wanderer voiced his desire to visit Inazuma. Although, if he wasn’t in Sumeru then Nahida may have just sent for him. As the Dendro Archon had come to rely on the reliable vagabond. Idiosyncrasies and all. 

Nahida let out a heavy sigh. An exhalation that did not ameliorate the tight pressure that was wrapped around her heart. Truly, if these somatic symptoms held any significance to the Dendro Archon, it was that she had come to see the Wanderer as her own child. The physically child-like woman was simply an adoptive mother who worried over sending her child to his biological mother.

Was it premature for him to leave? He hasn’t even decided on a new name yet. His biological mother doesn’t even know that he exists.

It was this anxiety-filled maternal affection that led Nahida to touch upon the Irminsul. Electricity passed through the Dendro Archon’s balmy fingers. As she began viewing the records of the world. Nahida looked at events that transpired in the past. To see what the Wanderer and Aether had gotten themselves into.

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This was vexing.

“So…why was it that you weren’t a fan of the name Aang again?”

Very vexing.

The Wanderer couldn’t help but feel his face twist into a habitual visage of malice upon hearing Aether’s incessant inquiry. Despite the doll’s efforts to become a kinder individual, his strained past with the Traveler made it difficult.

I should just drop him.

What made tolerating the Traveler even more difficult for the Wanderer was that the former was asking these questions as the latter was carrying him. For the Wanderer was using his vision to fly through the air. The Traveler, unable to fly, held himself firmly against the Wanderer’s shoulder. A film of light dirt and effort coated their bodies.

Man…I really owe the Wanderer. I wouldn’t have possibly gotten to Ei’s compound as swiftly in this shrunken size. I hope that he appreciates my attempt to lighten up the mood after what we saw earlier.

Another reason as to why the Wanderer was so stressed was that the Traveler and him were both shrunken down to a minute size. On the way to the center of Inazuma, a surge of energy passed them. One moment the Wanderer was walking as Aether prattled on about how he also has a strained relationship with his family, and then the next they were both shorter than a blade of grass. 

Despite the drastic change in stature, the Traveler seemed to take things in stride. As evidenced by how he continued bothering the Wanderer with inane topics as they utilized the latter’s skill in flying to expedite their now much greater trip. It was providential that they decided to go with this tiring method. For on the way to Ei’s compound the two of them had seen several horrific sights done to individuals of their stature.

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The first of these sights were of the jovial and usually welcoming firework expert Naganohara Yoimiya. Aether had eagerly pointed her out as someone that could provide the two of them assistance in these dire straits. Although it disgusted the Wanderer to see the traveler’s mood brighten upon seeing an old acquaintance, he was bought in by the latter’s enthusiasm. After all, even though the amber-eyed and fiery-haired tomboy towered over the two of them like the largest building on Inazuma, the Wanderer couldn’t help but be drawn to her natural affability made physical.

Her were clothes styled as if she were a firework in the middle of an explosion. A vibrant energy radiated from Yoimiya as the shrunken Wanderer and Traveler flown closer to her. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she tended to what looked like the components of a firework. The air surrounding around her shook enough for the shrunken duo to notice. It was a gust of wind that was soon followed by a booming thunder.

“GREAT NOW I JUST NEED MY LITTLE HELPER FOR THE GUNPOWDER.”

“Hey Traveler! Isn’t that someone like us that Yoimiya is holding?”

The Wanderer barked as his eyes widened in curiosity. They both adopted a perplexed expression as Yoimiya pulled out another shrunken individual from a nearby pouch. The young woman seemed to be squirming in her hand. As if in fear. Then Yoimiya widened her palm and the shrunken woman found herself nearly flat on the expanse of the tomboy’s hand. From the perspective of the two boys, her elevated posture may have been from the rough callouses on Yoimiya’s hands. A result from the firework enthusiast’s daily schedule of hard grimy work.

“What is Yoimiya doing…wait why is that woman naked?”

The shrunken woman’s struggles were well-founded as in mere moments. As Yoimiya moved her opposite hand and wrapped her fingers together. The female tiny seemed to make several pleading gestures just before the fleshy cage between the tomboy’s rough palms was created.

“Traveler…your friend…is she—”

CRRUNSQUEELCCCH

The Wanderer halted in the middle of the air.  As the perplexed expressions of the Traveler and him turned into ones of dread. If they were any closer than the pair would have heard the woman’s ghastly wails as Yoimiya forced her palms together. The springy texture of the tomboy’s soot-covered palms quickly became firm and had forced the shrunken woman’s open jaws to embrace the briny palm skin. The disgusting swill of tomboy sweat graced the unfortunate woman’s palate moments before the pressure exploded around her. It was her ribs that were first compressed and then shattered. The fragments of bones pierced through the fragile tiny woman’s lungs as the space between Yoimiya’s palms narrowed. 

The immense agony that this unnamed woman went through was juxtaposed by the tingling feeling that the tomboy felt between her palms. It was slightly bothersome for Yoimiya and all the reason she needed to press down with all the pressure that she could. 

The shrunken woman’s body expired as the balmy darkness of the tomboy’s palms consumed her. The fleshy walls conformed around her mangled body just moments before the last fleeting embers of consciousness faded out. The shrunken woman’s thoughts were barely coherent. Only able to analyze the information that her torn nervous system delivered to her cranium. 

A heated nebulous space filled with salt. Just how the shrunken woman thought the bottom of the ocean must have felt. Although maybe a little colder. But deeper thoughts were robbed by the time the minuscule cranium collapsed and she became a paste of meat and bones. 

The vibrant smile that graced Yoimiya’s face stood in contrast to the uncaring action. The tomboy’s palms separated with a thin red strand connecting her palms.

“THERE! THIS SHOULD WORK FOR THE GUNPOWDER OF MY NEW FIREWORK. THANKS AGAIN.”

Yoimiya said before rubbing the smear of organ and viscera down into a canister filled with gunpowder. 

“Did…did she kill that woman just for a firework.”

The Wanderer didn’t deign Aether’s shocked response with an answer. Instead, he exhausted more of his stamina to fly as far away as possible. The traveler was incapable of contesting this change in direction. As he was still processing what had just happened. 

That didn’t just happen.

Meanwhile, the Wanderer didn’t have the mental faculties allocated to address such an inquiry from the Traveler if he had voiced it. Instead, the doll felt an affective change arise from within him. An internal shift that was spurred on by the tomboy’s callous display. 

What is going on.

The pair flew a distance longer into the center of Inazuma. Except the Wanderer was much more cautious of the giants that looked around them. Each boom made the doll jerk his body in the other direction. In fear of what hazards they might come across.

This. I don’t recall anything like this happening before.

“…Wanderer! Wanderer!”

The doll felt his clothes being tugged at as Aether tried to get his attention. The Traveler’s was incited by him having spotted another set of individuals that were of a similar size. 

“Wait? Aren’t they larger than that shrunken woman?”

The Wanderer said as he was able to discern their greater stature due to their size in comparison to the environment.

“I don’t think it’s just them. I think we are returning to our former height as well.”

Aether said as his mood began to elevate. He too took not that they might have been an inch taller. Meanwhile the Wonderer contemplated as to the reason for the slow regression to their normal size. 

Is our shrinking temporary? Or was the power source behind those transformation weakening? Or maybe…?

“Wanderer! We should go down and see if they have any information to share.”

Even though it pained him, the doll couldn’t help but agree. As the pair of shrunken individuals who were now taller than a blade of grass may have information that would help the Wanderer and the Traveler. 

Thus, the Wanderer began to fly a little lower. Just enough for the shrunken strangers to see them descending from the sky, and for the Wanderer to relieve some of the tension in his body. Tension that had accrued from the building exhaustion of flying non-stop since he had been shrunken.

Just before they were able to see these new strangers faces, a pillar descended from the sky.

THUDDD

A pillar with a gold-plated base, appeared out of thin air covered and concealed the pair of shrunken pedestrians. They may have been larger than a blade of grass, but the towering pillar extended far above. A rounded white structure that bulged outward as the infrastructure underneath tensed. It was an organic structure composed of heated muscle and stalwart bone and covered by a shear white fabric.

They were stepped on by a woman’s booted foot and the Wanderer and Traveler were staring at her leg.

SQUELLCCH

“OH MY…”

A voice thundered above as the Wanderer tried not to lose his poise. The giant woman grounded her foot down on the tiled floor. A thin pool of blood squirted out from underneath her sole. Both the Traveler and Aether had recognized this woman from Sumeru. Despite her lower tone that shook the heavens. The booming voice’s quality still shook in itself. As if the owner was unsure of even uttering the two words, she spared for the crushed tinies. Alas, the woman, whose blue hair was styled into two drills, was much too tired to contemplate such matter of anxiety further. Instead, with tired yellow eyes, Layla looked down at her foot before extending her toes upward to the top of the interior of her white boot. A reaction that was due to her disgust at having the minuscule individual’s guts and bones get caught within the treads of her footwear.

Great…Now I need to clean them before I head to Yae’s place.

Layla begrudgingly thought as she lifted her foot and took the next step towards the shrine that Yae Miko resided at. For the insomniac student from the Rtawahist Darshan of Sumeru Akademiya was promised by the Kitsune living there that she had records on Theological Astrology that Layla would be interested in. A tantalizing offer for a female college student nearing a deadline on some of her papers and in need of inspiration. What better source then documents that had not left Inazuma since the time they had isolated themselves from the rest of Teyvat. 

Thus, Layla didn’t give further thought to the pulped organic grime on the underside of her boot. At most the next and final thought that Layla would give to these shrunken individuals was of how difficult they were to be dislodged from the treads of her soles. The vibrant red and white of muscle and bones having turned a dull brown and black. From being trodden upon by Layla through the streets of Inazuma. Such a sight that obfuscated the identity of the victims was not given to the Wanderer and Aether. The former having floated low enough that they saw the various bones and a meat squeezed into the grooves of the sole. Even the yellowed color of their fatty tissue was observable. 

THUD

Shit!

The Wanderer flew up higher once more. Ignoring the strain his body felt as he tried to stay as far away from the ground as possible. The last thing he wanted was to be pulverized under the weight of a person who didn’t even know of his existence. There may have been a time where the Wanderer would have laughed at the humiliating fate of crushed individuals. However, such natural and indiscriminate animosity had waned since he had been in the care of Nahida. A woman whose size was inversely proportional to how positively supportive she was of the Wanderer. Even if the Dendro Archon tried to cover it up with rhetoric of it being advantageous to have someone from the Fatui in her ranks.

“Wanderer. It’s okay.”

“What are you saying.”

The Wanderer’s voice didn’t belie the conflict he felt within. A facet that Aether was able to successfully conceal. 

“You may have some difficulty with the feelings that you are sitting with now. But…”

However, the Traveler didn’t shy away from sharing what he felt.

“The casual malice of those above us…towards our shrunken selves is rooted from a systemic lack of empathy. I’ve seen it many times in how individuals still hunted after Hilichurls even after I told them of how they were once human.”

The Wanderer flew up higher. To the point that they were level with some of the heads of the giant pedestrians.

“What does that have to do anything!”

“Yea. It’s a bit out of the blue. But I’m mentioning because I think it has relevance to what you are thinking right now.”

Aether continued as they neared another acquaintance that he knew. A masked individual whose green hair was done up in a short wild ponytail. The second-in-command of Itto’s crew was walking in their direction. Away from the inner sanctum of the Raiden Shogun’s residence. Kuki Shinobu’s piercing purple eyes had not yet registered their presence. And it seemed like it would stay that way. As the traveler didn’t motion the Wanderer for the two of them to seek her for help. He knew better now.

“You lived most of your life trying to cause agony to the humans and gods that so casually incurred heinous transgressions against you. However, now that you are trying to be better, you are still seeing the same cruelty in humans.”

The Wanderer’s gaze was now also focused on Shinobu. Although, it wasn’t for the reason of recognizing this woman. Rather it was due to a nascent piece of information that was hidden from the two of them. A detail that was unveiled by an inaudible swallow. A fellow normal-sized individual would have assumed that it was merely saliva that she had swallowed. Rather, what traveled down and away from her sodden mouth was a slightly wriggling bulge. The rounded protrusion that descended to the green-haired woman’s clavicle was most certainly another tiny. One that Shinobu had been playing with in her mouth. The earnest woman probably relished in the taste of the little snack in between bouts of demanding activities. Whether that would be coordinating on some policy with Kujou Sara or cleaning up after Itto. A stressor that the swallowed tiny would not have the luxury of enjoying. As they were undoubtedly being boiled alive within the woman’s taut gut. Not even a bulge to indicate their presence in her digestive tract once they settled in her stomach.

“So, what! It’s not as if I care about other people anymore. I’m just focused on my own self-worth and no one else.”

The wanderer countered as he watched with concern as Shinobu raised both of her hands up to her masked face. One to pull down the mask that covered the lower half of her face. In the other hand, held within Shinobu’s black nail-polished fingers, was a shrunken woman whose garb was more typical of someone from Liyue. The tiny was larger than the other shrunken individuals. As she was the same length of the span of her hand.

Wait. I think we have become larger as well. Shit.

The Wanderer flew to the periphery. Hoping that the change in flight path would prevent Aether and him from being spotted. Before they could have been mistaken for a large insect such as a butterfly. Such a hope may be too far-fetched now that they were reaching the Raiden Shogun’s compound as they grow another inch or two.

Could the curse we are under be related to time…or maybe are the effects weakening the closer we get to the Electro Archon?!

“It’s good that you are shifting your focus to something that you can control such as yourself, but if you are trying to live as a human…then you will be affected by the actions of humans regardless.”

The Wanderer listened to what the Traveler had to say. At least to the best of his abilities as his eyes widened in disgust. Shinobu opened her lips and for a fleeting second the doll was able to see strands of thick saliva go from the bottom of the green-haired woman’s molars to their upper partners. The second-in-command of a local gang was uncaring to the pleading cries of her prey. The green haired woman merely shoved her into the muggy space past her lips. An exhalation of brewing breath, dense with natural oral miasma, was made visible by an expulsion of steamy air. Then Shinobu clasped her mask back on. Once more hiding away the lower half of her face. Obscuring the bulges that protrude from both sides of her cheeks as she licked and chewed the second tiny to grace her moist mouth. 

At least, it was the second tiny that the Wanderer and the Traveler bore witness to in the short amount of time before they passed one another. The prey’s fate was determined by this point and Shinobu and the pair separated. With the Wanderer and Traveler ever closer to the Electro Archon’s residence. The home of the Wanderer’s birth mother.

“I just want to reassure you that what you are feeling is normal, and that I’m here for you.”

Aether said to the silent Wanderer. The most he received was a grunt, which the Traveler accepted. As Aether had witnessed many aspects of life that he thought were irreconcilable with his meaning of right and wrong.

We just need to get to Ei. If we can get her attention and I reveal myself…then we should be fine.

Aether thought hesitantly. As he wasn’t sure how best to accomplish this task with the minimal amount of risk taken.

The plan went without many words exchanged. As the Wanderer was of the same mind. However, it was more likely since they were increasing in size the closer they were to his mother’s home.

Is this the Electro Archon’s doing? I swear…

The Wanderer who once hated the people of Inazuma, could no longer hold such aggression towards them any longer. That much was clear to the doll and son of the Electro Archon.

There were no further incidents or close calls since the two boys had crossed paths with Kuki Shinobu. Although, that may have been due to their decreased ability to view such self-indulgent consumption and toying of shrunken individuals. Since their eyesight extended a far lesser degree than a normal-sized human. Regardless, the pair had reached the inside of the Raiden Shogun’s domain. Albeit, to the Wanderer’s chagrin, they were not back to their original size. 

Both the Wanderer and the Traveler could tell they were a much greater size. Possibly the length of a foot, heel to toe, rather than a hand. 

“Great! At this height Ei should easily be able to tell who I am.”

Aether said with much more confidence than the Wanderer had. The doll simply didn’t have the same optimistic proclivity that the traveler had. After all, his experience with his biological mother was much more lacking than the time that he spent with his adoptive mother. Nahida.

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Why?

Nahida pulled her hand back with a shocked expression. The Dendro Archon half-believed of what she just witnessed. However, it had to be true. There was no way for a fabrication to enter the Irminsul. Thus, Nahida tried to focus her mind and contact the Electro Archon. It was a great distance, but it shouldn’t be impossible.

Ugh. It almost feels like there is something blocking me from contacting her. Is there another side to this mysterious phenomenon that I don’t know about? Should I keep watching?

Nahida’s anxiety had only risen once she saw the Wanderer and the Traveler’s loss of size. Especially, due to the actions that the Inazuma residents took towards similarly sized individuals. 

Why? Why did they treat them as no better than a cookie or an insect? Weren’t they the same human just like them before shrinking?

As much as the inquisitive side of Nahida wanted to know the truth, her motherly nature overpowered such desires. 

No! Maybe if I continue observing the recent past of the Wanderer and Aether, I can find out what is going on.

Thus, Nahida reached out towards the Irminsul once more…and she was given a troubling sight. 

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“Ouch. Dang Wanderer this is one way for us to take a break. I guess now I know not to ask why you didn’t want to be named Aang again.”

Aether commented about his attempt to lighten the somber mood of the silently pensive doll. The Traveler was currently rubbing his back from the unexpected landing. 

It seemed as if the Wanderer had overestimated how much strain his body could take. As the continuous use of the doll’s Anemo vision had sapped his physical strength such that he accidentally lost his hold of his blonde-haired partner.

Dang it! Don’t you think that the last thing that I need is your levity.

The Wanderer internalized as he drifted lazily in the sky with a disapproving glare. Despite the doll’s repudiation of Aether’s nonchalant treatment of having fallen from such a high height, he was gladdened to see that the Traveler wasn’t worse for wear. Although, the Wanderer’s attempts to lock up his true thoughts of relief, for an individual he once considered an enemy, just so happened to be an accurate appraisal. As the pair had greatly overestimated how easy it was to sneak into the Raiden Shogun’s personal residence. Even if they were most likely just the length of a foot from heel to toe. An estimate that was confirmed instantaneously.

CRRRAAASSSHHHH

Her foot appeared over Aether before either of them could react. Then it descended with an earth-shattering rate. Giving the Traveler, who was barely accustomed to such speeds thanks to Yae Miko’s training in the past, enough time to defend himself. If the woman was wearing her usual footwear, then it would have been meaningless. Aether would have become a thin smear of blood on the underside of her brown sandals. Instead, the Traveler bore witness to Ei’s scowling face. Her purple eyes blazed down at the shrunken man with a derisive fury.

Did she sense us—

The hormones swirled within Aether’s hot blood. In a circulatory system that pumped much too slowly. As he was not able to spare another moment to thinking with the descending underside of Ei’s foot. It was a heavy mass covered in a purple tabi sock. A meaty plane that possessed a great amount of heat. Emanating from the vast width was sweltering warmth that the Traveler was became acquainted with. As the wrinkled underside of the tight and thin purple stocking replaced the Electro Archon’s aggravated visage. Aether was able to appreciate the fine wavy wrinkles of the divine being’s sole mere milliseconds before it impacted him. The Traveler’s bones creaked before the scent of the Raiden Shogun’s natural foot odor could be fully transmitted to his olfactory nerves. 

The first cranial nerve delivered the information to Aether’s cranium just as he felt the dampness of Ei’s stocking. A result of a light volume of briny foot perspiration that seeped through the Raiden Shogun’s tabi. The stringent liquid was smeared and pressed against the crevices of his body, as the fabric covered flesh conformed around his being. Thereby robbing Aether’s natural perception of the outside world. The Traveler’s overwhelmed smell and touch were soon accompanied by an invasion of his gustatory and auditory senses. As the young man’s jaw gasped out for oxygen. Providing an ample gap for the salty foot flesh and svelte fabric of the stocking to bulge out into his mouth. His ears vibrated from the nearby thumping of Ei’s wriggling toes. The precise movements of the sinuous muscles within Ei’s foot were only interrupted by the stretching of the stocking’s individual fibers. Her whorled digits that soon clenched down and towards the top of his scalp. The ridges of the Raiden Shogun’s toes scraped against the Traveler’s scalp. Aether was essentially pocketed within the space between the floor and Ei’s meaty sole.

It was through this thorough envelopment that Aether was robbed of his vision. The entirety of his body only reached from the heel of Ei’s foot, the pressure against his legs were numbing, to the balls of her feet. The rounded curve of the front end of the Electro Archon’s foot pressed down against the Traveler’s face with a pressure equal to the middle of Ei’s foot on his chest. For the young man’s rib cage tried to expand with oxygen. The small dredges of atmosphere that Aether was able to diffuse his body with was tainted by the miasma that radiated off the Electro Archon’s sole. This pungent aroma was supplanted by an increasing temperature. A heat that baked the young man with an ever-escalating intensity even as he tried to resist the force of the woman’s weight.

Come on Ei! It’s me. Just look down before you—

The fleshy world that encompassed around the Traveler soon collapsed over his being. His ability to discern the end of his body and the beginning of the giantess’s feet was lost. As an overpowering flow of energy battered his form and compounded a pressure that fractured several bones in his body. Aether’s thoughts, that he gathered under the building weight of the towering woman, dispersed. Like atoms cast away into the universe by the ever-increasing entropy of reality. As it seems that the Electro Archon had a predilection for being thorough. It was a simple action. One that barely required any thought as the muscles in her body momentarily stiffened. 

The muscles going down from her trunk and hips and down to her thighs and calves, expanded and contracted in a period of milliseconds. The burst of mitochondrial activity coincided with a surge of electrical current. It was distinct from the electrochemical communication between Ei’s synapses. (A neural network communicated the delightful dominance she had over the existence that writhed underneath the might of the lowest part of her body). 

Rather this electric current that traveled was necessitated by the Raiden Shogun’s sense of duty. To punitively address invaders to her home. Thus, even though it cut short the sense of power that she had from squishing a helpless gnat under her sole, Ei activated her Electro abilities and focused a surge of electric energy over Aether’s form.

“Nooo!!! You bitch!”

The Wanderer yelled. All the doll saw was a few sparks from the ends of Ei’s stockinged foot. His mother’s expression unchanged as the toes of her foot scrunched and curled. However, the mother’s son was able to tell that was enough to deal a deathly blow to the Traveler.

“He was mine to take down!”

The Wanderer pointlessly howled as he flew towards the mother, who finally focused her gaze on him. Towards a son that she could not even remember existed. From her perspective, the doll looked to be the size of a large dragonfly. Albeit much slower. Giving the mother plenty of time to clap her hands together over the intruder’s flying body.

SMACK

Before the Wanderer could react two walls moved towards him at breakneck speeds before slamming into him. The doll was compressed by a concussive force and caught between two walls of flesh. He felt his frame creak as the soft palm of Ei’s hand became firm. Her skin wrapped around him in what could have been a warm embrace. Instead, the mother’s palm was an unforgiving surface that tried to push him into the crevices of the opposing palm. 

Hm. These shrunken individuals are more resilient than I expected. Could they be remnants of the Fatui that tried to influence this country?

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The Raiden Shogun was made aware of the shrunken individuals that had appeared in Inazuma. How, despite their best efforts, it seemed impossible to revert whatever change brought this shrunken status in the first place. Surprisingly, instead of welfare being the primary focus of these physically diminished individuals, Ei observed how the populace had grown greedy and selfish with their desire over these tinies. What had started as meaningless and uncalled for servile labor—painting nails, massaging feet, rubbing a normal sized individual’s genitalia—had escalated. 

The Electro Archon surmised that this social change was brought about by the casual dismissal of a tiny prisoner after he was incidentally swallowed by Kujou Sara. As the female tengu had him tending to the gunk that was lodged in between her teeth. The criminal’s great physicality, polished by a life of bad deeds, was deemed suitable for labor in service of General Sara’s maw. Alas, his betters might have overestimated how well the criminal could place his feet on the damp and slimy environment of a woman’s mouth. All it took was a misplaced step, after he pulled out the last of the food detritus from Sara’s posterior molar, for him to fall on the molar. An event that might have knocked him out before the sudden change of movement triggered an impulsive swallow from the General. The tengu didn’t even have the chance to retrieve him before he descended into the next step of Sara’s brutal digestive system. Her stomach analogue known as a gizzard. A floss meant to remove food from a past meal had now become a meal himself.

The General may have been inclined to put greater effort. However, after the several tasks that she had put him through, demeaning tasks that fed into Sara’s sadistic and powerfully cruel side, she attained a growing belief that this was just the position that the criminal deserved. Thus, a growing normalization of the callous dominance of these tinies had pervaded the lands of Inazuma. As the information of how the state officials utilized these tiny individuals had spread to the greater populace. Ei would have to admit that she also contributed to this shift in social norms. As she had let out an unintended giggle after hearing from Sara that she had convinced the tiny prisoner to floss her teeth by threatening to chew him up instead. 

This was a story that the General shared with the Raiden Shogun as her tummy was busy shredding the subject of the conversation. The tiny prisoner’s remains would spill out into the female tengu’s intestines as Ei agreed with her General. That it may have been a more just fate for the tiny to be swallowed down into the beautiful General’s muggy depths, instead of becoming a pulpy paste in between her teeth.

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So, it was unsurprising that the social environment had become increasingly accepting of minimizing the plight of these minuscule humans. The progression was organic yet rapid. From children using them as toys for a bout of curiosity and fun, to teens violating their identities to accrue social capital with their peers, to adults using up their lives for their own comfort. Thus, it was natural that Ei, who had recently been trying to familiarize herself with the people that venerate her, would have her interests piqued.

Therefore, after the Electro Archon felt the slightest movement of life under her foot and between her hands, her disappointment at not immediately extinguishing the life of the intruders was ephemeral. Soon to be replaced by a voracious need to indulge in these new minuscule delights that had become an Inazuma specialty.

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The Wanderer felt the walls of flesh separate. His body incapacitated on one of his mother’s palms as they separated. Through the sharp pain, that became more pronounced after each breath, the Wanderer forced his head up towards his mother’s face. The fresh breaths of air that weren’t laced by the salty flesh residues of her hands were of little comfort. As the mother’s countenance was without any sign of motherly affection. Her purple eyes bore a focused gaze. One that drilled through the Wanderer’s being and made him feel exposed. 

Ei’s eyes searched for any details that she could place. The shrunken individual’s attire held some resemblance to an Inazuma citizen’s clothing, but there had been no reports of someone from Inazuma shrinking in the region. A fact that resolved the contemplating giantess in her speculation that these were intruders that meant harm to her country. The mother didn’t realize that she was holding in her palm…a son that she once knew. However, their identity didn’t preclude them from the selfish acts that she wished to inflict on them.

“WHAT COMPELLED YOU TWO TO COME TO MY RESIDENCE?”

The Wanderer’s body shook from the forced and choppy exhalations of wind that flowed out of his mother’s mouth. Wind that blasted his body like forceful gusts. His skin stung from the warm climate that betrayed the piquant qualities of the Electro Archon’s mouth. However, the doll refused to speak at the moment. Rather, the rage that he bottled up. The anger that the Wanderer tried to come to terms with only boiled within him. Without Aether to act as an intermediary, the son was about to fall back into his penchant for focusing his resentment at his mother. A smoldering rage that was received and given back by Ei. Her visage shifting from a placid expression to the edges of her lips turning down.

“IF YOU WISH TO HOLD YOUR TONGUE, THEN I’M AFRAID THAT YOUR FRIEND WILL BE GIFTED AN EXPERIENCE WORSE THAN BEING REDUCED TO PULP BETWEEN THE WRINKLES OF THE UNDERSIDE OF MY FOOT.

Aether…is he still—

Before the Wanderer could voice his concern, his mother’s fingers wrapped around his body. An action taken by the Electro archon so that he wouldn’t fall while she shifted her body. As she scrunched her sole over the Traveler’s body several times beforehand. To ensure that she had attained a firm grip. 

Aether’s barely cognizant mind registered the firm pressure from the stalwart bottom of Ei’s foot. He felt the flesh of her foot ponderously wrap around his limbs as she lifted the weighty mass up into the sky. Her foot carrying him up with him. The rough ridges of the underside of the Electro Archon’s foot could be felt by the Traveler through her stockings. A transient sensation before he felt a foreign object bulldoze and wrap around him.

Ei lifted her foot up after creating the small stocking folds from scrunching her foot. She then reached to pick up the shrunken human that was squeezed into said small folds of the stocking. Tattered scraps flew off the shrunken human’s body leaving him unrecognizable by his attire. His hair was burned into a shortened a splotchy black mess. Several deep red burn streaks were left on his body. A sight that would have made Aether’s twin sister, Lumine, sympathetic to her brother’s plight. Not that the Traveler could appreciate the damage done to his body. He was only able to bask in being released from the sweaty and pungent domain underneath Ei’s foot. His half-lidded eyes barely able to maintain contact with the Raiden Shogun’s grimacing face.

Ei…

“Wait…that is the Traveler. I’m a friend of his. We just came to…”

Shit. Will she believe that I’m her son?

Ei waited to hear the next surprising thing the intruder would say. Her eyes looked toward the twitching and charred body of the Traveler. Although, thanks to Raiden Shogun’s thunder-charged pressure, she couldn’t recognize the quivering and baked mass as the individual that had stood in battle against her.

Please. For a Fatui agent I would expect you to come up with a better lie. Let alone come up with better reasoning to back up your claims. To think that the traveler wouldn’t even be able to handle my dainty foot is preposterous notion if I ever heard one.

It was that reason that Ei held true to her threat. The son tried to pull his arms out of her hand’s grasp to cover his ears as the Electro Archon opened her mouth once more. As he believed that his mother’s voice was about to boom in his ears once more. Instead, the doll’s eyes widened as he saw her tongue extend out and smeared over the charred Traveler’s frontside.

“Wand—”

Aether’s voice was silenced after Ei closed her plump lips over his body. The pink pillows wrapped around his shoulders…

Slllppp

…before she sucked him up to his upper torso.

“What…no…you can’t. Weren’t you listening?!”

Aether couldn’t hear the Wanderer’s cries for his safety. He would have been reassured by the fact that his former enemy had opened his heart to him. But the muggy environment stung at his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. A relative deluge of viscous slime doused the Traveler upon entry into the space between Ei’s sodden jaws. It was an agonizing sensation as he felt more of his body dragged in. An unwilling motion assisted by the “gentle” movement of the Electro Archon’s muscles and teeth. Working both a suctioning pressure and furtive grip to drag his long, yet shrunken, body into her mouth. Aether’s skin would tear from the force and expose the underlying muscular tissue and trace amounts of blood. Supplanting the natural flavor of his Electro-cooked skin with the exotic tang of his underlying meat. An injury that would take a couple weeks to heal if casted properly. However, it seemed the only cast that the Traveler’s body would be wrapped up with was the drool that filled up Ei’s mouth. A veritable flood of saliva that soured the maw’s air with an odious miasma of funk. A prelude of what laid ahead of Aether as his body was pulled further over the length of the Raiden Shogun’s tongue. His head passed underneath the fleshy bag of her uvula before he was given a glimpse, or lack of, at the precipice that led to her throat. 

MMMHHHH~

The chamber shook and jostled his weakened body. Aether, still recovering from the attack from the full-sized Electro Archon, could do little against the hold of the muscular walls that pressed on his sides and gravity. It would be a smooth drop for him all the way to Ei’s stomach.

What a profound flavor. It would go well with something sweet.

“Hey! Are you listening to me! I’m your son! I’m your freaking kid you bitch. I came back here with Aether to get some closure from you. The person who made me.”

The Wanderer’s statements had become increasingly pressured and made with little thought. As he watched Aether’s lower torso, his hips, and then his thighs vanish in between his uncaring mother’s lips. All that was left were the Traveler’s limp calves and feet. The Electro Archon’s cheeks bulged slightly as she dragged her tongue over the crevices of the formerly blonde-haired individual’s figure. The woman simply was enjoying the zesty tang of her Electro-fried meal. Although, her eyes nearly rolled in aggravation as she continued to hear the intruder prattle on with his lies.

After all, the information that the intruder was saying could have been known by a Fatui operative. Thus, since the intruder in her grasp had nothing else more substantive to say, the Raiden Shogun remained unconvinced to the end.

Slip

She puckered her lips, and then Aether’s legs and feet were sucked in. Completely out of sight from the Wanderer and out of the outside world. As the Traveler was now being pushed down into a place of greater intimacy.

No…

Aether would become closer to Ei then he had any other woman. As he couldn’t stop from sinking down the velvety walls after the Electro Archon elevated her tongue. The woman formed an incline with her drool-covered organ. A veritable water slide that gradually pushed Aether’s twitching figure down into her esophagus’s hold. The esophageal lumen would expand before the walls he passed would contract. A muscular lining that worked with the saliva smeared on the Traveler’s body, and the superficial esophageal mucosal lining, to sink him down the length of the esophagus. With only the most minimal of efforts from the Raiden Shogun’s part. A woman who had once gone on an awkward date with Aether. One where she first learned of the pleasures of a beverage known as Dango Milk. Except now he was moving down nearly as smoothly, but just as deliciously, as the Dango Milk…down Ei’s alimentary tract.

Gluck

The Wanderer’s eyes widened as he looked on with an aghast expression. The nondescript protuberance that was imprinted on his mother’s neck was the last sign of Aether in the outer world. A curved oval bulge that extended the length of the Raiden Shogun’s neck. The prominence of the curvature would vanish as it descended past the Electro Archon’s clavicle. Aether’s form was obfuscated by the woman’s ponderous breasts before filling out her sizzling stomach.

Haahh~

She exhaled. The moist warm air that blasted the son was one that was laced with the mother’s self-indulgent pleasure. As it was thick with the stringent droplets of her drool and the fumes of a charred and violated body.

“Now…why would you say something so foolish.”

Ei said without punctuating. As if she were to follow up with a bout of laughter. Instead, the doll was greeted with the taunting gesture of his unforgiving mother sweeping her tongue over her lips. Undoubtedly searching for any taste leftover from the Traveler that she unknowingly devoured.

On top of a pile of corpses…I have climbed.

Those words echoed in the back of the doll’s cranium. As his biological mother now looked at him with a gaze filled with true contempt. Coming to Inazuma, the son, thought that he might be able to see the Electro Archon for who she is. In fact, even though he never voiced it, the Wanderer thought that he might have been able to build a positive relationship with Ei going forward. Making something of the blank slate after owning up to his transgressions. Alas, Nahida and he had never accounted for this phenomenon to be occurring in the lands of Inazuma. 

His adoptive mother, in growing anguish, watched this past event from afar. The Dendro Archon wondered what she would tell Paimon who had stayed behind in Sumeru due to being sick. But now her thoughts turned to the Wanderer’s safety. As the furious fire that at one point seemed to burn infinitely, had dissipated. The son’s ego deflated as his self-efficacy diminished.  In its place self-doubt, that had festered since the Wanderer threw away his identity, took its place. 

Maybe…this is what I deserve. For harming so many humans after being led astray by Dottore.

No!!

Nahida tried to yell into the Wanderer’s mind, but she had forgotten that her mind was merely trapped within a second of real time. That she was watching a memory of the world that had since passed. Thus, the caring mother couldn’t assuage her son’s self-derision during his time of need. To prevent his regression to a self-injurious demeanor that led him to erasing the memories of everyone in Teyvat. A foolish attempt to try to prevent the crimes he committed at the source. Of erasing himself. 

“SUCH A FOOLISH LIE. IF I WERE TO HAVE A SON THEN HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN AN INDIVIDUAL WHO HAD GIVEN UP AS EASILY AS YOU.”

Ei’s voice shook her son’s body physically and emotionally. They were words spoken from a woman willing to fight a creation of her body for nearly an eternity. The mother was an existence that had, through her resolve and efforts, brought so much more positive change to this world. 

You’re right…

Ei’s nostrils flared and shot a puff of the bitter air. The subtle scrunch of her nose would have been cute in a different situation. However, it only served to convey that the mother had lost her patience and was no longer delaying this play. She had found delight in the gustatory experience of the shrunken human, of Aether who was cooked a little by the Electro Archon’s electricity and would have another.

Glurslosh

Ei moved her hand out of the Wanderer’s sight to appreciate the vibrations that percolated through her digestive tract. The Raiden Shogun’s stomach was secreting a wealth of enzymatic chyme to attend to the charred tiny. Her gastric organ was pleasantly filled with the meaty mass as evidenced by the way her gastric nerves stretched. A nervous stimulation that led her stomach to clench down on the still solid food. Thus, fresh waves of electric alimentary pleasure would cause Ei’s toes to curl. For the stomach’s rippled folds squeezed down on the firm mass of the tiny’s body to the point that he had begun to dissolve.

I guess that I was never able to apologize to the people of Inazuma. Well…at least this may serve as my penance.

The Wanderer knew that his time was running short. However, instead of a resurgence of anger, there was an odd calm that pervaded the doll’s mind. Perhaps it was due to his acknowledgment of how life is doomed to atrophy. Regardless, the son’s better sensibilities found little comfort in the quiet peace that suffused through his mind. Especially as the hot air from his mother’s mouth wafted over him. The Wanderer was already forced to blink from the sour and bitter miasma that rolled over him. Moments before Ei’s thick pink tongue rolled underneath his body. The doll decided that he wasn’t just going to roll over in front of the most imposing figure in his life.

“You know what! The last place I needed to be was here! It was a mistake to come back and—”

The mother didn’t pay attention as she unwrapped her fingers and let her shrunken son fall from her grasp and land on her tongue. After an inaudible splat she reoriented her digits and pushed the doll’s face and body against the outstretched organ. Unlike Aether, the Wanderer struggled against the invasive force. Alas, it was a futile endeavor as the purple-nailed fingers pressed down and around the doll’s body with an immovable pressure. Ei’s glossy lips refracted the light of the room and momentarily blinded the doll. Giving the woman an easy time to smear the young man against her tongue and past her jaws. It was then that the mother retracted her tongue and carried her son’s body into with it. The gustatory organ undulated like a rolling carpet and pressed the Wanderer’s back against the upper palate of the Raiden Shogun’s mouth. Her teeth and lips pressed down around the Wanderer’s hips and clamped down like a vice. The sharp pain caused the doll to widen his mouth involuntarily. An opportunity for a flood of thick drool to bathe his much smaller mouth. The mother’s pungent saliva overwhelmed her son’s tastebuds. Disorienting the young man before she began to suck him for his flavor. 

Every part of the Wanderer’s body that was trapped within his mother’s maw was in agony. Ears pounded and his eyes felt like they were tearing up with blood. Meanwhile, the viscous drool laced over his body seeped through his clothes. As a result, the thick saliva dragged his kimono off his body. The continuous onslaught weakened the doll’s struggles as he pathetically arced his legs against the plump pillows of Ei’s lips.

MMMMHHHH~

The mother’s taunting moan burst the Wanderer’s eardrums. The doll’s sense of hearing interrupted by bouts of ringing as his sensorium began to dull. He did not see Ei’s fleshy uvula slap against his face as she pushed him further in. The mother’s fingers assisted in slurping the squirming meal down into the cloying depths of her esophagus.

Hm…. So much sweeter and saltier than the other tiny. Just get in there.

Gluck

GLUCK

Yes. Right down my esophagus.

Ei’s esophagus wrapped around the Wanderer in the same manner that it caressed the Traveler. The lumen wrapped tightly enough that it threatened to suffocate the doll as he slithered down the mature woman’s throat. But the organic binds were loose enough that he was unable to stop his descent. 

Perhaps there may have been some hope for the Wanderer if he had taken more breaks and didn’t fly so fast. But that was a moot point by now as he sunk down into his mother’s depths. Besides, that would have given more opportunities for other giant Inazuma citizens to pick Aether and him off. At the very least, the Wanderer would return to the center of his mother. Even though she didn’t even recall his existence, the doll would be dissolved in the boiling vat of Ei’s stomach acid and his essence will become something intangible once more. Indistinguishable from the essence that flowed through the Raiden Shogun’s body which had experienced a greater wealth of history. Just like at the time of conception, when he was just a mere thought that was played with in his mother’s head. Until she decided to make him. 

It was most appropriate that she would be the one to deconstruct him.

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This…This can’t be happening.

Nahida thought as she hoped the scene that played out was just a twisted dream. But she knew better. The subtle shiver that coursed through the Electro Archon after she swallowed her son was unmistakably reality. A true event that happened in the past. It left the adoptive mother watching from afar in a mix of sheer disgust and terror. Nahida blamed herself for what she allowed to happen to the misunderstood and wronged young man she brought into her home.

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Ei stretched her back and flexed her toes before she continued walking. Her gaze directed towards the direction that she was walking. But occasionally she would cast a glance down her chest and towards her slightly distended middle. The mother’s stomach was stuffed with two chunks of meat. One squirming much more harshly than the other. It almost felt like she had butterflies in her stomach.

“Haah~ I must say that you are poor excuses for Fatui operatives much less my child and his friend, but you two make a wonderful meal. Perhaps this was always to be your eternal fate.” 

Suruglosh

Ei vocalized her thoughts. Unsure if the pair of digesting individuals could hear them from the barrier of her own skin and muscle, and the pleased moaning of her digestive system. The Raiden Shogun’s placid countenance veiled her exuberance at this successfully euphoric indulgence. Just moments ago, there were two individuals who were thinking and moving autonomously. Possibly frightened while traversing a world that was much too large for them. Only to have their freedom snatched away by her will. Now their individuality was melting up like butter under a hot sun. For their bodies were now bubbling up within the pool of bitter chyme within her. Ei’s stomach now served as an eternal chamber for the remainder of their existences. Until the lipids and proteins that composed their complex structures are broken down into succulent base components. Millions of minute cells that would do little but add a thin layer of pudge and muscle to Ei’s figure.

Did they look upon my form with awe the spare moments before I brought my judgement down upon them?

“Maybe the one pretending to be my son can pretend he is back in my womb. Would that be of some comfort for you?”

The Raiden shogun focused on any nascent feelings she could derive from her belly. She thought that she could feel a weak sloshing within her gastric organ. Either due to a thin pool of acid and enzymes melting down her prey, or due to the large volume of acidic substances being too thick to heavily slosh. It was the latter. As the first thing that the Wanderer noticed after plummeting into the thick pool of chyme was that it wasn’t a comfortable impact. The doll’s body impacted into the dense pool. His left side especially ached in supplication to the burning pain that the acids brought to him. As the Wanderer had fallen on top of Aether. The doll was unable to see in the dark space, but the Traveler’s body had several wounds already opened. Thick clumps of blood flowed out of his body as a wealth of enzymes invaded through these gashes. The pernicious substance methodically drilled through each of Aether’s individual cells that made up his muscle tissue. He was well underway to being digested from the inside-out and the outside-in. 

Suddenly, a wave of acids splashed against the Wanderer. He may have been unable to view the horrors that the Traveler’s body was experiencing from his mother’s stomach, but the violent tide would make sure that the doll would soon be in a similar strait. 

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Earlier, Aether’s sensorium was bombarded with a tormenting stimulus after stimulus. His skin sloughed off to expose his muscle and sensitive nerves. A process that evoked the first of many violent struggles that he should have exhibited earlier to escape Ei’s maw. Rather the involuntary convulsion of the Traveler’s body, as the mother taunted her son on the outside, served to spread the acid that was densely packed with toxic substances. Aether’s mind was figuratively lit ablaze as the endings of his nerves were frayed and sores became wide gashes. The bubbling enzymes doing their job to reduce him into a pulpy paste that would be shuttled down to the rest of Ei’s digestive system. During the spare moments that Aether was able to concern himself with more than the hellish purgatory he found himself in, he was able to cast his gaze into the grainy darkness. It was a sight that reminded him of the Plane of Euthymia. A ghastly dimension devoid of life. All life except for Ei’s existence. The Traveler’s vision of the grainy darkness melted away as the acid ate away at his eye sockets. Now Aether would be adding to that life and immense history of the divinity of the Electro Archon. As nothing more than a footnote, a thin layer of cells, to pad out Ei’s figure. Then the Wanderer’s body impacted against his own and he felt something break. Aether’s sense of self began to spread in the fiery pool as he felt a rush of violently frothing acids into a newly opened hole in his body. Eternity would welcome him soon.

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Presently in the past memory that Nahida was viewing, the Wanderer tried to pick up Aether’s body. But he physically paled as he felt the muscles of the Traveler’s frame unwound from his attempts to hold him. 

No…this…this can’t be happening to you. Not after all the times that I brought you to the brink of life and death. You’re just going to go quietly into the night. Slushed into unthinking matter that won’t even add an inch to my bitch of a mother’s backside.

These were the thoughts going through the doll’s head as his mother stopped walking. The strong acid tide that battered the Wanderer, sweeping away any covering he had on his now nubile body, was due to Ei stopping. She had reached the comfort of her room. An area that wasn’t much different from the corridors and hallways that led here. But the brown tatami mats and ominously designed walls were supplanted by the floral scent of Sakura Blooms.

Were they still possessed by a proclivity to venerate me out of fear as I had them in my powerful grasp?

A complete contrast to the frothing caustic pool that Scaramouche had found himself in. His orifices stung from the contact of enzymatic elements that were already well underway to breaking the doll down. The organic materials of the Wanderer’s form sloughed off like peeling paint on a porcelain doll thrown away by a little girl. The craftsmanship of the doll’s body, that his mother meticulously created only to be discarded, was steadily being repurposed as the dense acid bubbled down into the funnel created by Ei’s pyloric sphincter. The mother intestines drained the essence of both the Traveler and the Wanderer.

Are they still able to perceive themselves in the same realm as me, despite being trapped within the nebulous black void of my stomach?

Ei sat down before picking up a book. One of the Light Novels that she picked up from Yae Miko’s bookstore. 

The Good Thing About Being Reincarnated as a Hilichurl is that I Only Need to Eat Sunsettias to Become Stronger!

It took the Raiden Shogun a moment after she pages through the novel before the Electro Archon chuckled mirthfully to herself.

“Perhaps I’m going to grow stronger from eating the two of you…although I don’t think that you are as nutritious as a Sunsettia.”

The unknowing mother lightly patted her stomach.

Sglorlosh

An action that reverberated through the Electro Archon’s abdominal muscles and the layers that wrapped over her meal. The electric activity evoked by this action painted a colorful image within Ei’s mind. She felt how tightly the muscular folds of her stomach wrapped around the pair of sodden meat snacks. The young man, if still whole, were pushed up against one another with barely any room to breathe. Resulting in a heat that radiated from the woman’s core in a smooth, pulsatile waveform. A benign change in the Raiden Shogun’s state that she readily accepted. The gentle warmth was one that made the woman feel cozy as she looked through the unique jargon and idiosyncrasies of the characters in her novel. All Ei would need is a blanket to fully relax and nearly drift off into a nice nap. Alas, as the Raiden Shogun, such opportunistic physical tranquility was not something that she could spontaneously indulge in. As an attendant or even Yae Miko could burst through the front door with a after of great importance. Regardless, it was a little inconvenience.

“If it makes the situation you are in any more bearable, you made a woman such as me quite happy.”

The mother’s fingers danced over her clothes tummy. The drumming of her fingers was like a distant cannon to the softening Wanderer.

“I might have spared you some mercy and listened to you and your lies longer. But you two were my first sumptuous meal of this kind. So don’t expect any mercy from me or my digestive tract.”

Ei tittered as she waited for a response.

Burglorsh

Oh~ How exquisite.

Ei’s toes curled and she unconsciously bit her lips in response to the spike of pleasure she felt. 

Even the gastric groans of my stomach now elicit a subtle euphoria that I have never chanced upon before.

A deeply true statement. As Ei might ever had experienced such a delicious and intangible taste if she just resided in the Plane of Euthymia for all eternity. Her shift in perspective owed partly due to the Traveler who was about to breath his last. His inspirations had become clogged with protein-rich acids and his own blood. Heated sanguineous bubbles would pop and tear at the linings of both Aether’s esophagus and larynx.

Shit…So much pain. I…I…can’t let myself drift off or…

…

…

…

BURGLURSLOSH

The stomach squeezed down tighter as the mother’s focus shifted fully to the novel in her hands. She had reached in interesting portion of the story. When the main cast had to weather a dangerous storm. Thus, Ei didn’t immediately notice that her stomach had shrunk in size. The rippled rugae pressed and squeezed down further upon the Wanderer. He felt something give, but it wasn’t the stomach walls. A wave of despair filled his body as he felt bones and lumps of meat surround his body. The frayed and jagged edges of what felt like Aether’s pulled up body was pressed down over him. 

Is this where my path led me? Has the hill of corpses that I laid out behind me caught up to me?

The Wanderer thought as the Traveler’s corpse, converted into a pulpy paste, coated his body. They were now abrasive chunk of sodden acid that pressed down on the doll’s body. Aether’s blunted bones piercing through the son’s sores and wounds. Hastening the process of digestion.

Perhaps I was always destined to a path of ruination. To be brought down and folded, literally, and figuratively, by the might of the mother that created me.

The Wanderer tried to breath. To extend his life for even a moment further. As the efforts of his adoptive mother, Nahida, was in the back of his despairing mind. Efforts that he didn’t want to disappoint. However, the Wanderer was unable to tell his surroundings apart. Aside from the frequent moments when his face was forced against the rippled walls, he was either drinking in enzyme filled stomach atmosphere or gastric chyme. Both were so thick that the doll was unable to tell which was which with his failing body. It was only when it was too late, his body breaking down a step further that he knew that he took a breath at the wrong time. 

The weight of meat that was once Aether and the acidic liquid that the doll swallowed left his torso feeling like it was going to burst. It would only take moments for the Wanderer’s life to end like Aether’s life. For a wide enough gash to let in a deluge of low-pH liquid that would break up the necessary connections of his individual existence. Leaving nothing behind but the components that would be dependent on Ei’s body for purpose. As a son should be.

SGLOSHLOSH

The gastric chamber heated up. A perfidious miasma rippled through the Wanderer’s nostrils and cleared his nostrils of their ability to smell. A blankness within the darkness, loss of sight and smell, of his mother’s stomach would be followed by a concomitant numbing of taste, touch, and hearing. The frothing storm of acids slowly drowning the doll who had been looking for a purpose for far too long. A purpose he had found in the comfort of the mother that he had not seen since conception. 

It really was a shame. The one that I didn’t smush under my foot was a bit cute. His expression a bit willful and intelligent. He also seemed to possess a bit of determination.

The mother turned to the next page of her book.

Just perfect for the first tiny to be melted down like butter, flow through my enteral tract like a dense rolling paste, before jiggling as a small layer of cells along my body.

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Nahida’s head pounded. The anguish she felt was both mental and emotional. To the point that they had manifested physically. Every attempt that the Dendro Archon made to investigate the present of Inazuma was met with an unexpected backlash.

Is it psychological? What if it’s a reality that I don’t want to be true?

Nahida’s heart sunk. She trembled and tears filled her eyes, but she couldn’t let herself weep yet. Her body felt tired, and her head spun. Physical weakness, an unexplained asthenia, began to set in. Should I contact someone in case I faint…maybe Faruzan.

No…that can wait. There is still someone else that I can contact if I can’t send my projection to the Electro Archon in the present.

Yae Miko’s expression broke into a transient frown while walking towards Ei’s abode. A shift that she quickly masked, lest she let a passerby know of what was going on through her head.

Just moments ago, while Layla and her were going over several old scrolls that mapped various constellation patterns, the Dendro Archon had projected her appearance in front of the kitsune. Yae was not expecting the sudden appearance of Nahida, thus she asked if the college student was able to continue working by herself. A request that was spurred on by how unwell Nahida looked when she appeared in front of the Kitsune. 

One would expect someone who had been trapped for five-hundred years to appear in such a manner. However, the kitsune was familiar with how resilient the short woman was. Contrary to what one would estimate from someone that was the size of a child. However, Nahida’s unwell appearance seemed to stem from an acute cause. As the Dendro Archon went over in a swift and detailed manner of what she had witnessed occurring in the past. Thus, the Vulpish woman, made the trek down the mountain and towards the Raiden Shogun’s estate. At the behest of the Dendro Archon to hopefully save the Wanderer and the Traveler.

However, by the time she reached the large premises of Ei’s residence the kitsune would audibly sigh as the guards let her through. Not out of exhaustion from going down an entire mountain. As Yae’s glutes, thighs, and calves were thick with muscle and fatty cushioning that her lower body only suffered a mild burn from the expenditure of calories. Rather, it was because of the kitsune’s working knowledge of how much time has passed since Nahida had probably seen that vision and the digestive system.

By this point…I’m probably just acting as a messenger to deliver the bad news to Ei.

Yae thought as she walked down the halls. Not a single attendant in the compound questioned the head shrine maiden’s presence. The kitsune didn’t see another appearance from Nahida during this trek, but she didn’t expect to either. As the Dendro Archon looked like she was about to collapse from mental exhaustion.

Hopefully her physical body was somewhere safe. As I’m sure that such a small and frail body, if found unconscious, might be a savory pleasure for an unsavory individual’s lusty want. Maybe she would become the subject of someone’s experiment by the first Sumeru researcher that found her.

Yae Miko banished such momentary thoughts and composed herself just as she reached the entrance to her dear friend’s room.

But to think that Ei had a son…and one that erased our memories of him at that. What an impish and impudent child he must have been.

Swish

“Yae?! What brings you here? Did I forgot about a date that we were supposed to have?”

The Raiden Shogun pulled herself up from her haunches. However, the relaxed woman was not quick enough to hide from the shrine maiden her leisured state. Yae saw that Ei’s right hand was covering her tummy with a light novel. With her haste, the mother uncovered that area as she stood up to greet her long-time friend. The once densely packed stomach was now a much smoother shape. It was difficult to discern the lumpy bumps that once protruded out as part of the Electro Archon’s abdominal corpulence. The gastric cavity was still dense with meat and fat, but it wasn’t any of the sentient kind.

“Ha ha~ Not necessarily, but I will leave you to guess if you had been heedless to any of the possible scheduled excursions for any of the days prior to our last get-together. No, I came by to ask…you didn’t happen to eat someone who called himself your son and another.”

Ei’s brows furrowed in vexed cogitation and then an embarrassed blush flushed her cheeks with a salient rubor that rivaled the Red Dendrobium flowers of Inazuma. Several thoughts raced through the Electro Archon’s mind about the latter of the two matters that the whimsical yet mature kitsune brought up. 

Was Yae spying on me? I wouldn’t put it past that observant woman to keep an eye on such matters. Gosh, I really need to find out a way to form better mental blockades around my inner sanctum from her prying eyes.

“I did. You wouldn’t happened to have a hand in the matter, would you?”

Regardless of the overly intrusive kitsune’s nature, Yae was Ei’s friend even during the period that the latter had isolated herself for centuries. Thus, the Electro Archon wasn’t that bothered by being spied on. Even if the shrine maiden had orchestrated the event to come to pass. Alas, the Raiden Shogun was about to find that she had erred in her judgement not once but twice.

The edges of Yae’s lips ever so slightly turned down. Her changed countenance obfuscated by the curled fingers of her hand that she brought up to her lips.

Oh my~ it seems like what that little sapling had told me was true.

“I’m afraid Ei that you are mistaken. I was directed here by the Dendro Archon, who had informed me of what transpired.”

Yae crossed her hands over her chest and stepped forward towards her friend in a leisurely yet mindful manner. The kitsune’s slow and swaying gait was one she adopted when she was leading someone towards a point.

A point that Ei reached rather quickly. 

“Oh shit. I really did digest my son now did I?”

Ei looked down at her belly which had protruded to the same extent as her breasts. However, the Raiden Shogun had felt her motherly assets expand outward during the past hour. As the space that her stomach occupied decreased, and the surface of her tummy receded to a flatly sloped surface. The muscular cavity had pressed down on the meaty filling and caused it to squirt out the chunks of meat into the sensitive lining of the Electro Archon’s duodenum. It was sinfully delicious for the woman to feel the meat-stuff ripple through her bulging bile-filled segments. 

Especially now that the mother was made aware that the protein and fat being absorbed into her small intestines was someone that she had created with her own two hands.

“But…I don’t even remember making him…wait he said that he was with Aether, he…”

It would take a few minutes from Yae to explain away her friend’s confusions. Of how her son was so beset with grief that he tried to erase his existence. To rewrite the harm, he brought the pain that he brought to many people. But it ended in failure, and the individuals that the Wanderer had harmed as Scaramouche still ended up harmed. It was only due to Aether and Nahida’s efforts that was able to bring that young man back to a somewhat fulfilling state of self. Once that had been established it was a simple matter to say that Aether was the individual that was trodden under her foot, deep-fried by her electricity, and then scarfed down like a Tricolor Dango off a skewer.

I can really go for that and a cup of Dango Milk right now.

“No, that can’t be right. He barely even squirmed underneath the bottom of my foot. Why…that tiny nearly suffocated within the folds of my stocking. I could feel his breath peter out in between the wrinkles of my foot before I pulled him up and slipped him through my lips.”

Yae Miko fanned her toes out excitedly as Ei grappled with this newfound information.

“True. It is understandable that you would think this way. Considering the impression, he left on us in his battle with you. But if you recall…you were holding back considerably during your fights with him. Furthermore, he didn’t even after my training you probably could have taken him out with just your pinky if you were at your full power. It took the cumulative visions and efforts of everyone to shake you awake. Why, it comes as no surprise that all it took was simple stamp of your little foot to knock him out.”

The concern Ei was experiencing was increasingly prominent on her face.

“Maybe I can try and…”

The Electro Archon pressed both of her palms down on the thin fresh layer of fat that now covered her firm abdominal muscles. The thick fibers responded to the unexpected attention from the nervous woman by squeezing down on the oblong-shaped stomach.

Ooph…maybe I shouldn’t have done that…

Within that oblong sac was a growing space of rank air. For the contents that were once the Wanderer, and the Traveler were drained down the voracious entrance of the pyloric sphincter. 

Ei’s small intestine bulged out much like her esophagus had much earlier. However, the wall of the duodenum, now adjusted to such a peculiar broth held the swill with minimal discomfort and maximal pleasure. The subsequent sections of the Electro Archon’s small intestines, jejunum, and ileum, bloated out with the earlier dredges of processed boy meat filtering through Ei’s body. Their remains having been pilfered for all their worth as their lives and stories added up as nothing more than fat and muscles that only the most discerning eye may have noted on Ei’s body. 

Thus, the greater amount of space occupied by air would ascend in place of the two boys that Ei tried to extricate.

Oh! My throat!

The back of her esophagus tingled from the slight burn due to the acid film over the gaseous bubble. The pernicious gases that had sloughed and sullied the two boy’s forms only amounted to causing a mild itch in the Electro Archon’s throat before…

Uruaarrpp

An eruption of rank atmosphere that billowed out from between the Raiden Shogun’s lips. 

Well. This pretty much confirms my suspicion of their fate.

After the expulsion of gastric air, Ei, in morbid mortification, moved her hand from her tummy an up to her lips. Despite the gravity of the matter, the shrine maiden couldn’t help but observe the situation with a mirthful slant. The kitsune having no qualms over the expiration of individuals who were close to her. It was to be expected for individuals who transcend the mortal coil.

“My, oh my. Why this scene would be only more grossly obscene if their wails and cries had traveled through your mouth and out with that belch.”

Yae crassly stated to her own self-enjoyment. The shrine maiden was able to sneak a peek of Ei gliding her tongue over her glossy lips. The mother stealing the residual taste of her digested son from the plush kissable pillows.

“Uhm…I don’t think that will be possible now. I can feel the contents of my stomach now and…it was significantly less intact. I guess it is no use crying over spilled Dango milk.”

Yae shook her head and nearly let out a sigh of exasperation at her dear friend’s retort. A mother whose son was now busy traveling through her intestines.

“Quite a specific phrase. It almost sounds like you want someone to fetch you a cup of your favored ambrosia.”

Ei closed her eyes before sitting back down. The mother not saying yes, but also not saying no to the kitsune’s statement. Regardless, the shrine maiden decided that this served as an invitation for her to do the same.

sgluslosh

The earlier action by the Electro Archon had resulted in the gastric contents being further shuttled down Ei’s lower abdomen. Her ileum becoming more packed with paste that was once red. Now a hue that was closer to brown and black. A substance that was robbed of life as people are familiar with. 

The two sat for a quiet moment. Yae letting Ei process what she just learned as thoroughly as her body was with the subject of the matter. The refuse coiled within the end of her digestive system as a heated solid once more. But in a form, much more nondescript as compared to a human’s form. The mother’s digits pressed down along her skin that covered the winding path of her intestines. Almost as if searching for any sign of firmness that she could latch her motherly affection to. Although, the Electro Archon was more perturbed by the fact that she wasn’t that bothered by adding her son and his friend to her diet.

That is right…he considered Aether his friend in the end. Didn’t he maybe that is why the grief I’m feeling isn’t that prominent.

Ei thought back to how swiftly she lost Makoto. How it was completely out of her control when her sister decided to move on her own without her. Such an event led Ei to isolate herself in unchanging solitude. However, since then, Ei had come to learn the morality and resolve behind her sister’s decision and came to terms with it. Thus, Ei didn’t let herself be swallowed up by anguish this time. She had already spent centuries wallowing, and Aether…sweet Aether…wouldn’t have wanted her to be so downtrodden.

“I guess that I’m fine with this.”

Ei broke the silence with a simple statement.

“Really? I would have thought that I would have to console two Archons today.”

The shrine maiden also thought that the mother casually discussing her son being turned into her next bowel movement might have taken the cake in terms of unexpected things she had seen people do with tinies today.

No…Perhaps Sayu’s fixation in using tinies as a nutritional source to make herself taller might be a more peculiar sight that I had this morning.

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Yae recalled how the child had stuffed herself silly with an abundance of tinies that she found on the mountain’s edge. The little ninja had to roll everywhere she went. As the young girl’s tummy was stretched far past the point that any child should be comfortable with. Alas, gorging themselves with junk food is a quality that is distinct to people of her age. In fact, Yae Miko recalled that on her way down the mountain, she saw the young ninja. Her belly was stretched thin, and the protuberance of several bumps were prevalent. There must have been at least twenty…no thirty tinies stuffed within the embrace of the sleepy ninja’s gastric lining. The ninja that was attached to the butterball of belly was snoozing soundly. Her skin wrapped opulence jostled with dying life that would hopefully feed into the growth of this child’s growing life. Although, if Yae is going to hazard a guess, Sayu would most probably find that most of her growth will be horizontal from these actions. And that she will be forced to engage in vigorous training.

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“Yes. I may have been more plagued with grief if I had known more about my son. But from what little you have told me, it sounded like he had grown quite a bit in a short time.”

Ei said as she recalled the Wanderer trying to erase his existence from the Irminsul. It was an act that was essentially suicide.

He was so much more willful than that when facing me. I’m more happy than angry or sad that he had the nerve to yell at me with the vigor that he possessed.

“Hmm~ That makes sense. But I’m also wondering about the Traveler—”

“Oh, please Yae, don’t act coy. I as well as you know that since this shrinking phenomenon has passed over Inazuma, there were plenty of woman looking to claim the Aether if her were shrunken. Haah~ If only I knew who he was. I would have toyed with him more than just smushing him underneath my foot.”

Ei’s interjection earned a sincere chuckle from the shrine maiden. 

“True. Personally, if I got my hands on the Traveler then I would have shown him a loving time.”

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The kitsune’s idea of a loving time was to introduce Aether to the slime-laced entrance of her anus. Despite the recent emergence of this shrinking phenomenon and shift in social norms, Yae’s puffy flower had slobbered over many tiny individuals in the past. Many not living to tell the tale (and the others not allowed the time to tell it before being returned to the damp depths of the mature woman’s anal orifice). The shrine maiden would occasionally wiggle her rump over her feet as she sat down on her calves. Thanks to the added force, and meticulous placement of the tiny, they were usually forced betwixt the kitsune’s thick mountains and into the valley of her butt’s cleft. The sweat would assist in the tiny’s travel to the anal rim. An entrance that would pulsate as the good boys and girls willingly rimmed it. The naughtier partners didn’t really have a choice in the matter. The heated dark prison, that was the space between the shrine maiden’s fatty cakes, would have swallowed them up and all it took was a swivel of the mature woman’s hips to stuff them against her hungry anus. From there, most would succumb to a fate of being a smear on her oily asshole. The “luckier” ones would find their fate to being slurped up the opposite direction that Yae’s bowel movements usually went. Not that it would matter as those partners would usually return through the normal transit. Just a lot less capable of speech and with a homogenous tan after being wrapped in the slimy embrace of her fleshy intestinal walls.

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“Honestly, I sometimes wonder how you became the Guuji of the shrine? You are probably the most voracious kitsune that I have come to know.”

Yae leaned backwards and slipped off her sandals. Her toes curled against the tatami mats.

“I mean one of us has to be the fun one. I’m just glad that the Traveler was able to get you out of your solitude and moving about before you stuffed him inside you.”

Ei blushed once more at the reminder of that outing. Such an adorable memory that date with Aether was. A time that she now realized she had handled herself a tad naively, especially considering her age, around someone of the opposite sex.

“On that note, how are the Traveler and your son?”

Yae asked as she was more certain that Ei felt comfortable talking about her experience. Of course, the earnest Raiden Shogun felt compelled to meet the kitsune’s curiosity with honesty. Despite the sharper hues of red that blossomed on her porcelain cheeks.

“Hm~ they were divine. I could feel them bulge out, dryly at first, in my throat.”

Ei pressed down on her neck.

“Then when they descended further down the muscular lining, it became smoother and easier for the inside of my throat. But I can’t help but remember the initial discomfort that came from swallowing them as something pleasurable now. As it reminds me of how devilishly dense the first stop in my digestive system was in contrast.”

Ei moved her hand down to her stomach. This time she didn’t elicit a sharp expulsion of bitter air. A sweet smile was constant on her lips as she dreamily recounted the blissful digestive experience. Yae couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

“Come on now. Don’t hold your tongue. I know that there is more to tell.”

As I have no choice but to be content with that after missing the live show.

“Of course. Even when they were still solid, I could feel parts of them shuttle through my intestines. It was just so…what is the word…ah! Ribald! The idea that I was breaking them…my son and his friend down and absorbing them while they were still alive. I couldn’t help but mentally drink up the terror that I imagined they felt.”

Ei squirmed and quivered at the naughty thoughts that sprouted in her head. Meanwhile, Yae had half a mind to reach down towards her crotch and pleasure herself to the imagery being depicted. Her friend being left in a salacious state as she mulched a pair of strapping boys into a dense muck. It took a moment, but the blushing divinity was able to recompose herself after a couple of meditative respirations.

“Apologies. I could feel my son and his friend’s struggles, their dying gasps, and then the final twitches of their bodies before they succumbed to my own. I honestly can’t describe how it felt as the finality of the subsumption.” 

Oh, what thoughts they must have had. Why…I had shown my son quite a fierce glare. I wouldn’t be surprised if his final thoughts were of my complete abnegation of him.

Such an admission by the mother stirred a dark side within herself. A deviance that wanted to continue this sordid affair with someone that she should have held a purer intimacy with. But wasn’t the primal carnality that she indulged in…in a sense…pure. In fact, accepting someone entirely into yourself would be considered a form of love as well.

Stop. Don’t get ahead of yourself and don’t twist your emotions. My son was just my meal at that moment, and nothing else.

Ei mentally chastised herself. As she was naturally comfortable with that level of distance. 

“Then they would be sucked out of the embrace of my stomach and stowed away in my intestines. Their processed bodies forced to slither and squelch through my intestines as the villous structures siphoned their existence into my own greater size.”

Regardless, I do wish that I could continue exploring this possible relationship with my son and Aether. I guess that is my only regret in having them being condensed as fetid matter in my bowels.

“That sounded divine. We absolutely must try it again with my company.”

The Electro Archon nodded in agreement, but her expression became a pitying one.

“Maybe I am a bad mother and friend. To be deriving such euphoria from demolish the lives of these boys.”

Ei looked at her friend with expecting eyes. The Raiden Shogun could be such a handful at times contrary to her age and experience. As she already could guess what Yae was going to say next. She just selfishly wanted to hear it so that she could banish such doubts in her mind.

“Nonsense. Why, from the finer details that I was able to wring out of Nahida, it sounded like the Wanderer was a downright little piece of shit when he was prancing around as Scaramouche.” 

Most appropriate that he is a pile of shit within his mother right now.

And as for the Traveler, at that size what happened to him was inevitable. Any mature woman or budding girls would have done what you have or much worse. Aether should consider himself lucky to get so intimate with one of your body parts…”

Albeit that body part was the firm underside of one of your feet.

“…before your lips wrapped around his body. There are probably an uncountable number of men who would have killed to been in the Traveler’s position. To become an extra layer of heft or strength for your body to burn off or keep.”

Truly, if Ei so desired, she could tighter her hand on the reins that steered this country. For a self-serving purpose of the Electro Archon filling her gut and various other luxuries with the public that goes so far as to worship her. For good or bad, it seemed that Ei is more than content with these more intimate and private affairs then a new social order structured around her.

Ei’s face coolly brightened at Yae’s impression.

“Thanks, Yae for the reassurance. It would be a pleasure to go out as well. Just give me a moment to think.”

Afterwards, the conversation would continue with a causal pace. Both women exchanged further pleasantries during this impromptu date spurred on by necessity. One that was uninterrupted by trivialities such as the inaudible bubbling of Ei’s digestive tract. The internal noise signaled that the processed muck was firmly compressed into nascent steaming loaves of refuse. A pressure would settle upon the Electro Archon’s entrance by the time that the pair had rounded back to the matter with Nahida. The experienced woman having put the issue in the backburner of their minds. Their collective knowledge brought them to one conclusion, and unfortunately it was a shaky one at best.

“Well…we might as well try Yae.”

The Electro Archon urged as she felt that they were running out of time to decide. Her rear entrance was no longer vacant, and her son and his friend were knocking on the back door to leave.

“I know what you are thinking Ei. Yes, I’ve taught you how to place your consciousness within a doll, and I have placed my own in a charm…but we were intact. They have been practically turned into dung that you are about to shit out.”

Yae gestured to the lower half of Ei’s body. Her friend squirmed slightly in her seat. The shivers in her body earlier had betrayed the pleasured hues that came from digesting her meal. Now they telegraphed that the mother was holding back a load that was rubbing her rectum the wrong way.

I guess that I’m not used to holding human meat inside me.

“It’s not as if we lose anything if we do try. Besides it would be reassuring for Nahida if we at least told her that we tried and failed.”

Yae tapped her fingers over her other arm as she chewed on her lip. The shrine maiden took her time as if to tease Ei, who just realized that she is still not accustomed to eating certain foods.

“And…on the off chance that we do succeed then that would mean that you and I would have some toys to play with.”

Yae perked up upon hearing this.

“So, you would be fine with us having your son and his friend as our little made-submissive toys?”

The kitsune raised her eyebrow inquisitively.

“Of course, we would have to work out the details with the Dendro Archon, but it should be fine. Besides, if we were to somehow resurrect them from their remains, they would still be of little size.”

Yae couldn’t help but follow Ei’s logic on the matter. The mother was already puffing out her chest in pride from her suggestion as she watched the gears turn in the shrine maiden’s head. The Electro Archon’s slightly expanded breasts wobbling as she did so.

“True. If a resurrected Aether were to head out back in search of his sister, he would probably be picked off.”

Ei couldn’t help but laugh at that train of thought.

“Most certainly. In fact, if he were to find his sister then I would even bet that she would slurp him down like delicious Dango soaked in milk rather than dote on her brother.”

The kitsune straightened herself before stretching her back.

“Okay. Okay. You can stop mentioning it. We’ll get Dango Milk first thing in the morning.

Ei readjusted herself on her rump. Alleviating the pressure that she felt

“Thank you.”

Yae smiled and then placed her hands on her hips before getting up. 

Ooph~ maybe I’ve been sitting down for too long. It should nearly be nighttime by now.

“All right. You convinced me. But we are going to need a container to keep their remains for now. The jar in the nearby kitchen…it’s still there?”

A mischievous smile sprouted on the kitsune’s lips.

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“Do I really have to vacate my bowels in front of you?”

Ei squatted over the transparent jar. The woman’s clothes were hiked up and her underwear down on the floor around one of her ankles. Thus, the Kitsune, who was standing to the side, was able to see the fanned out and bulging wrinkled hole that was better known as the divine being’s anus. 

“Absolutely. What we are trying to do is unlikely to work as it is. I have to make sure that no portion of the refuse that will drop out of your plusher cheeks misses the jar, or some intangible element escapes along with any flatulence you may experience while defecating.”

I also don’t want to miss the end of the Wanderer’s and the Traveler journey if the reformation isn’t going to work. I may have missed Ei swallowing and digesting them in her stomach, but there is no way that I’m not going to sear these images of their humiliating end in my brain for later enjoyment.

Ei was looking over her shoulder and at her friend. Her eyes were glaring daggers at the mischievous kitsune. The Electro Archon didn’t believe the supposed intent that the shrine maiden was purporting. However, her logic was sound, and the mother wasn’t completely bothered by being watched by Yae as she relieved the heated strain in her bowels.

“Fine then. I will allow you to keep a close eye.”

The Raiden Shogun turned her head forward. To hide her expression while doing the deed.

Ei’s back stiffened and her glutes tensed before relaxing. The plump yet firm cheeks gradually spread. Just before the wrinkled hole fanned out like a blooming flower. Yae’s eyes widened as the gleaming sludge made its first appearance in the world that was not hidden away in the Electro Archon’s body. Trails of steam could be seen coming off the small loaf. 

Despite how much it bothered her, Ei could extrapolate the size of the movement. It was to be a small singular clump of boy-turned-to-mother’s shit.

The congealing mass was not a smooth brown but was a heterogeneous substance. Yae’s eyes were able to pick up the fine features of several bones scattered throughout the physical sludge. Femur, a rib cage, shoulder blades, a skull, and a spinal cord were all seen by the kitsune’s eyes. At least a couple of each was on the log’s surface as it glided out of Ei’s oily anal rim. 

Really this is more just an excuse to see my friend during this christening moment of her first prey dump, but if this reformation ends up working…I wouldn’t mind demeaning and subjugating Aether to this extent. Maybe Ei’s son as well. He might have some good reactions that I could tease out too.

Haah~

Yae and Ei were both taken aback by the audible gasp that the latter released once she reached the greatest girth of the sodden mass. The shrine maiden’s victorious smile was now filled with smug energy after witnessing such an unabashed display, one that left the Electro Archon a bit embarrassed.

Finally, the blooming flower began to narrow as the singular loaf reached its tapered end. The front end of the dense dung had entered the open jar. Steam was fogging up the transparent walls as the heated mass entered. The solid sludge m carrying with it the imperious heat of the Electro Archon’s body.

Aether…my son…Now that your waste is leaving my body, I can feel the subtle lumps that you added to my curves. Fat on my breasts and ass.... What a perverted pair that you two ended up being. Being so affectionate that you gave up your mass to me.

The mother’s anus closed, and the fat dung coiled around in the base of the jar with a heavy plop.

Honestly, you probably crossed a line by doing so with the knowledge you had. You may not be completely at fault, but I’ll make sure that your punishment will be both enlightening and entertaining.

Ei imagined reducing them to a small part of her sweltering gastric sludge once more. A practice that would become less taboo with each act. Especially if the lives of Aether and her son were guaranteed to persist afterwards. 

The Electro Archon stood back up and looked down at the jar. It looked so tiny from Ei’s standing height. 

To think that the many centuries that the two boys had existed only led up to them ending up like this.

Ei felt a dampness over her lower lips and a tingling sensation that crawled up and down her spine. She crouched down an retrieved the lid to the jar. In the process the mother smelt an odor that was typical for a bowel movement. But there was an intermingling of a poignantly deathly aroma, one that she had only experienced in battle fields, that emanated from this grave of her son and a dear family friend.

Clasp

The power that Ei felt was unlike any other that she experienced in her influential position before. This would most definitely not be the last time that the Electro Archon would indulge in such curiosities. The mother held the sealed jar close to her and stood back up.

“It’s getting late, and I’m going to need to wipe myself now.”

Yae closed her eyes and waved.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ei.”

The Next Morning

Collei could vaguely remembered how trapped within these walls. One moment she had arrived in Inazuma after traveling on Beidou’s boat for the first time. The next moment she found her body shrinking. From that point, the forest ranger’s memory was spacy, but Collei recalled that she was captured. Just before her cognition had fully recovered, the shrunken forest ranger was dropped into a milky pool with high walls. 

“Is…is this a cup?”

Collei looked to her sides and saw what looked like wet clumps of dough. The young girl that was a novice when it came to Inazuma cuisine had accurately guessed that it was Dango. Although, she would most likely not have the time to guess that the reason she was placed in this drink was because of her hair’s vibrant green color. One that complemented the other Dango in the milk quite well. The young girl wouldn’t have the time to consider this. As her cup was moved upward. The striking countenance of a purple-haired woman with an electrifying energy neared the edge of the cup’s edge. The surface of the milky pool shook as Collei clung to one of the Dango. She felt terror diffuse through her being as the soul-crushing gaze of the woman far above presided over her like an unmoving and sinister sun.

I have to get away.

“So have you heard of Kamisato Ayaka’s new line of products?”

Ei sipped the Dango milk slowly. The rich liquid would crawl along each individual tastebud before dribbling down her throat in heated bliss.

“The Kamisato clan is involved in a commercial venture?”

Drat. I’ll get her with the next sip.

The Raiden Shogun pulled her lips away from the cup and looked at Yae. The pair of mature and powerful woman were idly talking in the public district. They were imbibing stall-bought food during their simple conversation like simple housewives. Such an unheard-of sight had led most of the surrounding crowd to steer clear of these two. Some out of reverence and others so that they could have this moment to themselves. 

“Yes. It turns out that little heiress had found a way to commodify the tinies as more than just ephemeral pleasures. Why she is championing a new line of human jewelry. The young lady has even shown her proficiency by working in collaboration with Ogura Mio to introduce these luxury products the public crowd and make it accessible for them.”

Ei took another semi-satisfied sip. The Dango milk was delicious as always, but it seemed that the added treat to her cup was one that had quite a bit of fight in her.

“Really, what kind of products are in stock?”

Yae cupped her face before responding. Her cup was already empty as she had downed it in one gulp. The milk and the substances within the white pool tickled the bottom of her gastric pouch.

“I have not completely familiarized myself, but it seems like they are starting simple. Necklaces, wristbands, and bikini wear with tinies attached to the strings. Most of these products are hybrid and contain typical fabric. However, I saw Kamisato Ayaka wearing a couple of earrings that were just tinies attached to string and a piercing on her earlobe. I didn’t realize at first by how intricately designed and painted those tinies were. I wouldn’t have been able to tell if it weren’t for how their bodies slightly expanded and contracted. The way that they glimmered like gems and moved in response to the natural movement of Kamisato Ayaka’s head was just so captivating. In fact, due to her proclivity towards gems, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ningguang herself would come to Inazuma.

Ei squints down at the contents of her cup and her lips turned downward ever so slightly. For Collei it was like a goddess was glowering down at her. Enraged at the young girl for even existing. Her body, now thoroughly soaked with the milky colloid, was both physically and mentally exhausted.

Please…just leave me alone.

“That really sounds like an item of prestige then. I guess that I’ll keep an eye out for its progress. So, when do you plan on coming over to try to reform the jarred boys?”

Yae placed her cup down before getting a little closer to the woman who was still fighting to work the shrunken woman into her jaws.

“Fortunately, Nahida hasn’t contacted me since. She must still be tuckered out from what she saw yesterday.”

That or someone had taken advantage of her vulnerability and squeezed her down into their insides while they had the chance. Although she is quite beloved in Sumeru. It would have to be someone uncaring about the Dendro Archon’s identity. Perhaps someone who is just focused on the results of an experiment. I think that Layla mentioned a researcher that fit that description. Wasn’t her name Faruzan.

“I am a bit busy this week, but I should be free until later in the afternoon.”

Yae crept her hand closer to the Raiden Shogun’s hand. The one that laid firmly on the bench they were sitting on. Ei’s purple iris glanced upon the gradual approach of the kitsune. She didn’t give it any further thought and brought the cup up to her lips once more.

I should put all my time to reforming the Wanderer and the Traveler after this, but part of me is quite hot and bothered by the idea of having an intimately naked moment with Ei and having that jar nearby.

Ei’s sips became stronger than before. The remaining liquid in the cup began to flow past her greedy lips as she tilted the cup up.

Maybe our friend the Traveler and his friend are still conscious in there, and aware of their surroundings. Oh~ what thoughts might run through their heads as Ei and my body are intertwined in a loving embrace. Aether’s mind would overflow with jealousy and the Wanderer, why I would hazard a guess that he would be disgusted by the sight. Perhaps the son would be confused about any arousal that might emerge from the mother that he so strongly despises.

Slurp

Finally!

Ei put her cup down and her cheeks bulged out. The young girl was now within her mouth and struggling for her life. One that had been newly reinvigorated by her recovery from the medical condition known as Eleazar. Now Collei was weighed down by thick strands of acerbic dressing. The mother’s drool had replaced the Dango milk that flowed down her esophagus and was laid thick over the young girl’s tired frame. Collei’s body was much smaller than the Traveler and Wanderer from yesterday. Bite-sized. Thus, the smaller and weaker stature led the forest ranger to swiftly flop on the older woman’s tongue. The young girl could feel her curves and crevices being poked and prodded by the slimy organ as she was battered against the edges of the mouth. Fresh cuts formed on the forest ranger’s formerly pristine body.

The Raiden Shogun felt that her hand was held firmly by Yae’s own while she just about finished sucking the young girl of her flavor. She didn’t reject such advancements and knew what laid after this initial behavior from her dear friend.

I hope that Yae still remembers how easily I had turned the tables on her. To think that such a suggestive woman had little effective experience in bed.

Ei recalled taking the lead after Yae had taken her to bed. The Electro Archon remembered the finer details. In contrast, her partner was much less sure about the finer details as the kitsune was fucked so roughly and lovingly that she only vaguely remembered what happened before and during the event.

Before Ei would make any moves herself, there was another girl that needed tending to. The Electro Archon was feeling a little petty and decided to have some fun with the tiny that weakly squirmed in her mouth. She opened her mouth to exhale and give Collei a last view of the world beyond the internal walls of the maw of a woman she didn’t even know.

“No! Let me out!”

Collei floundered over the slippery mass of Ei’s tongue. She pulled herself out and above the teeth and lips into the dry air. Her eyes with tears and searing hot drool.

“Please I’m only…”

Whether the sopping wet girl was about to yell her age or lack of status was uncertain. As the plush lips become a firm vice as the clamped down on her. Ei tilted her head back and all Collei could do was give a despairing cry. The mother met Yae’s grasp and tightened her hold over the kitsune’s hand. 

Slurp

Ei’s lips widened and her saliva-slickened tongue pulled Collei back in. The young green-haired girl vanished. Bulges then rapidly appeared over Ei’s cheeks. The largest of which was the one caused by the mature woman’s very own tongue as she worked her morsel down to the right position. Into a space for the mother’s tongue to slope upward, such that when she tilted her head even further, a rounded bulge appeared over the skin of her throat. The despairing form of the girl-turned-meal swiftly began and ended her journey along the Raiden Shogun’s esophagus without even an audible Gluck.

How can she be so effortlessly stunning?

Ei’s head returned down and looked at Yae. One hand held the shrine maiden’s hand tightly. There was still a hunger within the Electro Archon’s eyes as she looked at the kitsune.

“Here Yae. Let me get that for you.”

The Raiden Shogun moved her free hand towards the empty cup that was on Yae’s side. The former leaned into the latter such that the curves of their bodies nearly slid into each other like two halves of a puzzle. The mother closed her eyes and brought her glossy lips against the kitsune’s own plump kissable pillows. The barest of pecks that conferred the taste of her dear friend’s lips. The sweet residue of Dango milk mixed with the salty flavor of human flesh. The fresh residue from the meal was mixed with the misery that the young girl had felt from being robbed of any significance in this world. Except as another lump of muscle on the divine being’s form. To be forgotten. Not eternal like the relationship between Ei and Yae. A bond that was only kept through the efforts of both to change for each other and themselves.

Ei picked up Yae’s cup and their lips broke contact. It was fine, there was plenty of time for another. The mother then picked up her own cup and looked at her friend with an ebullient energy that did not fit her age or experience.

“Let’s go.”