I couldn't believe my eyes. After nearly giving up hope, I had finally
made it to Gensokyo. I gazed up at the clear blue sky, the imposing Youkai
Mountain, and the scattered anachronistic buildings. It was a fascinating
sight, but perhaps the strangest thing was how large it all was. The dirt path
I was standing on was about equal in size to a highway back home. The
buildings were comically big, looking as if they were built for nephalim
instead of people. If the testimony of other paranormal investigators was to
be believed, the residents and architecture of Gensokyo should have been about
equal to those of ninteenth century Japan, but this was clearly not the case.
I didn't want to admit it to myself then, but what had happened was obvious:
the spell I'd used to enter Gensokyo had inadvertantly shrunk me.
I walked along the dirt path, enjoying the fresh air and gorgeous
scenery of the pre-industrial fantasy land, until I came upon a wooden fence.
Behind it was a hill, on top of which was a cozy looking house. Between the
fence and house was a sprawling field of sunflowers, each about as tall as I.
The garden went on and on, with seemingly no end in sight, and contained all
manners of enclaves, paths, and groves.
I undid the gate and stepped onto the path, closing it behind me. I
began walking towards the house, to hopefully get some help from the owner,
should he or she be there. The house was rather far away, though, and it was
probably going to take me a while to get there. In the meantime, I decided to
simply admire the flowers, trying to distract myself from the anxiety of being
in such a foreign place; not to mention the danger of being so small. I
stopped, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, only for my eyes to be
snapped awake by a hand on my shoulder.
My heart sank as my pupils darted toward the hand. It was far larger
than any hand I had seen before, completely enveloping my shoulder in its
palm. Curiously, though, it clearly belonged to a lady, as could be seen from
the slender fingers, whose longer than usual nails were decorated with red
polish.
"Excuse me," a voice sounded from above and behind me. I turned around
as the hand retracted, only for my sight to be met by the stomach of an
impossibly large woman. My estimate for her height in American measurments
would be about nine feet tall, which was helped by her brown boots, which had
a slightly elevated heel. She was unbelieably zaftig, with wider hips than I
thought possible, and legs that looked strong enough to kill a man should he
be (un)lucky enough to be caught in their grasp. She folded her arms under her
voluptuous chest, which was barely covered by a white button up shirt. Around
her shoulders was a plaid waistcoat of red and white, and a medium length skirt
of the same color.
I cocked my head up, looking into her red eyes. I immediately felt an
oppressive enegry as met her displeased face, framed by a set of wavy, shoulder
length green hair. "What's your business here?" she asked, speaking to me like
an elementary school teacher speaks to a rowdy child.
"Um, sorry ma'am. I'm a visitor from the outside world," I replied in
a strained voice. I pause for a moment to think of what to say, my poor
Japanese skills failing me. "I was wondering if I could get some help finding
my way around?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Follow me," she said, hands on her hips. She
turned around and started walking briskly to the house. I followed behind,
having to practically jog to keep up with her gait. As i trailed her, I
couldn't help but steal a few glances at the small area of muscular leg
between her boots and skirt, and at her rear, which was quite pronounced.
We walked in silence for a while, until we reached the front porch of
her home. The lady removed a key from her breast pocket and unlocked the door.
When we went in, we were in the living room. The house was small and cute, and
looked much more western than Japanese. I followed her into the kitchen.
"Take a seat," she said. I do as told, feeling like a monkey as I
struggled to climb onto the giant piece of furniture, upon which I sat like a
child on a highchair. The woman stood next to the gas powered stove, where she
started preparing some green tea. I watched in silence, my hands in my lap as
I watched the titaness gracefully prepare the drink. When it was ready, she
poured it into two cups. She took one in each hand and approached the table,
placing on in front of me and one at the opposite end, before sitting in the
accompanying seat. We now sat vis-a-vis, with her staring at me as if I was
some kind of exotic creature.
"Thank you ma'am," I said, trying to break the heavy silence. She did
nothing but keep staring as she sipped her tea. "What's your name, if you
don't mind my asking?"
She gulped the tea she had in her mouth. "Kazami Yuuka," she replied.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Kazami-san. Thank you for the tea as
well," I said back.
"I prefer to be called by my given name," she said, almost cutting me
off.
"Oh, sorry Yuuka-san," I said, bowing my head. "My name is John, John
Andaluz. I'm a paranormal investigator from the United States. I came to
research Gensokyo and its inhabitants."
"Hm, is that so?" Yuuka said, eyeing me up and down. "So you're a
human, I take it?"
"Yes," I said, her question throwing me off gaurd. Yuuka got up from
her seat and walked next to mine. She started staring down at the top of her
head while stroking her chin.
"Well, for a human you certainly are small. You seem to have the size
of child, yet the face and balding head of an adult man," she said, snickering
a bit. The last comment hurt, since my thinning hair had long been a sore spot
of mine.
"Um, yeah, I'm not sure why that is. Before I entered Gensokyo, I was
normal size, but I seem to have shrunk. It could be a side effect of the spell
I used to get past the barrier."
"Hmmm..." Yuuka said as she walked back to her seat. "Well, since you
introduced yourself, I suppose it's only common courtesy to do so myself. As I
said before, my name is Kazami Yuuka. I'm a youkai who lives in the Garden of
the Sun, which is where we are now." My eyes widened at her response; she
spoke of being a youkai as naturally as one would speak of having two arms.
All of a sudden, my stomach began to twist into knots. I grabbed my
abdomen, moaning in agony. It felt as if a barrage of knives had pierced my
intestines.
"Oh my, is everything okay?" Yuuka asked, a hint of sarcasm in her
voice. I looked up and saw a devilish grin on her face, though my vision was
blurry and doubled. I then passed out on the table, dropping my cup on the
floor.
Giantess World
