The winds of Mondstadt carried the faint aroma of dandelions as you approached the city gates. Your recent mission had been an exhausting one, but stepping into Mondstadt always felt like returning to a comforting home. Paimon floated beside you, chattering about your next steps—visiting Jean to report recent happenings in Liyue and stopping by the Good Hunter for a well-deserved meal.
Your thoughts, however, were interrupted by the arrival of a familiar astrologer. Mona’s deep blue cloak fluttered as she dashed toward you, her gaze sharp with determination.
"Ah, perfect timing!" Mona declared, her voice tinged with both urgency and relief. She stopped just short of you, catching her breath. “You! Traveler! I’ve just finished deciphering a rare constellation. I need your help to verify its power.”
Paimon blinked in confusion. “Mona, could this wait? We’ve barely had a chance to rest! And what do you mean, verify? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?”
Mona straightened, brushing off the remark with a wave of her hand. “This is more important than rest. The alignment suggests a powerful surge of celestial energy tonight. I simply need a test subject… or, um, a willing assistant.”
You hesitated, glancing at Paimon, who looked equally skeptical. Mona’s experiments often had unpredictable outcomes, but her genuine excitement was hard to ignore. Finally, you nodded, trusting her intentions.
“Excellent,” Mona exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “Stand here, and don’t move a muscle.”
With that, she unfurled a scroll filled with intricate star charts, her gloved fingers tracing symbols as she chanted softly. A faint glow began to surround you, shimmering like stardust. The air grew heavy, charged with magical energy.
“Mona, this doesn’t look safe…” Paimon murmured, inching behind you.
Before you could respond, the glow intensified, blinding you momentarily. You felt an odd sensation—a mix of weightlessness and pressure, like being compressed and stretched all at once. When the light faded, the world around you had shifted dramatically.
The cobblestones beneath your feet now resembled massive slabs. The towering city walls loomed like cliffs, and Mona… Mona was colossal. Her wide, shocked eyes stared down at you as she took a cautious step back.
From your vantage point, Mona’s presence was overwhelming, a living mountain of curves and flowing fabric. Her deep violet cloak billowed around her like a starry night sky, its shimmering celestial patterns now magnified to an intricate tapestry. Every thread, every detail of her outfit was now visible in a way you had never noticed before. Her pointed witch’s hat loomed above like a spire, its brim shadowing her face as she tilted her head, inspecting you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Your gaze was involuntarily drawn to the way her outfit clung to her figure. Her corset, embroidered with delicate astrological symbols, pressed snugly against her chest, the fabric stretching taut with each of her breaths. From your perspective, her ample bosom seemed to rise and fall like great hills, their motion mesmerizing and intimidating in equal measure. The sheer scale made it impossible to ignore, a reminder of just how small you had become.
The curves of her body were accentuated by the high-cut design of her leotard, the edges of which seemed to stretch endlessly from your perspective. Her long legs, wrapped in thigh-high stockings, extended like towering columns, their flawless surface catching the light with a subtle sheen, the thick surface of her thighs bulging out beneath the tight, sheer fabric.
When she leaned forward to peer at you, you couldn’t stop staring at the deep crevasse that was her now massive cleavage.
“Oh no…” Mona whispered, her voice thunderous compared to your diminished size. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Paimon gasped, zipping closer to Mona’s face before darting back down to you. “Traveler! Y-you’re tiny! Like… bug-sized tiny!”
You glanced down at yourself, realizing with growing alarm that you were no taller than a few inches. Even Paimon towered over you now. The world was an overwhelming expanse, every detail magnified to an intimidating scale.
Mona crouched, her enormous hand hovering near you. “I-I must’ve miscalculated the celestial energy… It wasn’t supposed to shrink you! It’s only temporary,” she added quickly, though her uncertain tone betrayed her lack of confidence.
Paimon folded her arms, her face scrunching in exasperation. “Temporary?! You’d better fix this soon! What if a bird swoops in and mistakes the Traveler for lunch?!”
You tried to calm them, waving your arms to get their attention. Mona sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’ll figure it out. But until then… you’ll need to stay safe. Maybe I can—”
Before she could finish, a gust of wind swept through the city, knocking you off balance. Mona’s hand instinctively shot forward, catching you in her palm. The sensation of her warm glove beneath you was dizzying, the sheer scale of her hand making you feel more vulnerable than ever.
“Alright, no wandering around. You’ll stay with me until I undo this,” Mona said firmly, cupping her hands around you protectively. “But I’ll need time to study the alignment again and find a reversal spell.”
Paimon nodded reluctantly, her concern evident. “Fine. But you’d better hurry! And, uh… don’t squish the Traveler or anything!”
You sighed, trying to adjust to the surreal situation. For now, you were entirely at Mona’s mercy, and navigating Mondstadt as a Tiny would be…a challenge, to say the least.
Mona’s home was a mix of chaos and charm, her small laboratory cluttered with books, star charts, and mysterious trinkets that now seemed like monumental artifacts. She had cleared a corner of her workspace for you, fashioning a makeshift bed out of a soft handkerchief and some cotton scraps. To you, it felt like a luxurious cocoon, though the scale of the room was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The towering shelves and scattered furniture made the lab feel like a labyrinth, and the distant hum of her magical apparatuses gave the space an almost ethereal ambiance.
It seemed like both the best and worst place for someone who had been subjected to an experiment to be right now.
"You’ll be safe here for now," Mona assured, her voice gentle yet still booming to your tiny ears. She placed you on your improvised bed with a delicate touch, her gloved fingers surprisingly warm against your skin. “Just rest. I’ll figure out how to fix this tomorrow.”
Exhaustion overtook you quickly, the day’s surreal events weighing heavily on your mind. Despite the strangeness of your situation, the softness of your makeshift bed and the quiet lull of Mona working at her desk eventually coaxed you into a fitful sleep.
You awoke in the middle of the night, a faint discomfort gnawing at you. Something was wrong—the window had been left ajar and, with you being so small, the cold breeze that came during the night was hard to endure. Unfortunately, getting up there to close it, even having the strength to pull the handle, was impossible for you.
Mona was the only one who could do it.
Climbing down to the floor was a harrowing ordeal, but you managed, using the folds of a blanket she’d left nearby as a makeshift ladder. The smooth surface of the wooden floor felt vast and cold under your bare feet as you navigated the enormous expanse of her home.
It felt like it took an age, but finally, you reached your destination. Though the closer you came, you began to hear something which sounded a lot like…
…Moaning?
The massive door to Mona’s bedroom loomed above you, slightly ajar, its crack wide enough for you to slip through without effort. The muffled sounds you heard before grew clearer as you approached, confirming what you suspected the noise was. You hesitated just outside, your tiny hand brushing against the cold wood of the door frame. Every instinct told you to turn back, that you were about to violate some taboo.
Why can’t I just sleep somewhere else, away from the window? That way I won’t need to…interrupt her.
If your suspicions about what she was doing right now were correct, then that seemed wise, it seemed polite (even though maybe she didn’t deserve politeness after what she had done to you…). However, you knew you were curious now, and that you needed to sate it.
Just a little peek…
You stepped inside cautiously, the room stretching out before you like a dreamscape. The faint, warm glow of a single candle cast flickering light across the space, illuminating the grand expanse of her bed. Mona lay in the center, her usual poised demeanor utterly stripped away. She was reclined against a pile of pillows, her celestial cloak discarded on the floor in a crumpled heap. Her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, her cheeks flushed a deep red as beads of sweat glistened on her skin.
Her figure was breathtaking at this scale, a tapestry of movement and shadow that seemed almost unreal. Her corset and stockings had been loosened, and her leotard was pulled down slightly, exposing more of her skin than you’d ever imagined seeing. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, the soft swell of her breasts heaving slightly as she arched her back. One hand trailed down her body, fingertips brushing against her exposed thighs, while the other gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles pale against the fabric.
Her moans were soft at first, almost hesitant, but they carried a rhythm that became impossible to ignore. The sound vibrated through the air, washing over you like a wave, each delicate gasp and sigh more intoxicating than the last. You found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you.
From your tiny perspective, every movement she made was monumental. Her hips shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together momentarily before parting again. The fabric of her loosened leotard clung to her body, accentuating every curve as her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns across her skin. Her long legs stretched out, the sheer fabric of her stockings shimmering faintly in the dim light.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but not just from thirst. The intimacy of the moment, the sheer vulnerability she displayed, was overwhelming. You knew you shouldn’t be watching, that this was a private moment she believed no one would witness. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Her lips parted, a breathy moan escaping as her head tilted back slightly, her expression one of unrestrained pleasure.
As you took another hesitant step closer, the creak of the wooden floor beneath your feet seemed deafening in the quiet room. You froze, heart pounding in your chest, terrified she might hear you. But she was too lost in her own world, her movements growing bolder, more fluid. Her fingers slid lower, disappearing from your view for a moment, and her breath hitched, her body tensing slightly before relaxing again.
Your mind was at war with itself. You knew that it was wrong, and that she’d be angry if she found out you were watching her. Pissing off a girl who was so giant compared to you now didn’t seem…wise. However, you could feel the heat growing in your crotch. You were only human, tiny or not. You couldn’t help yourself…
Her voice broke through your thoughts again, a soft, trembling moan that sent a shiver down your spine. She murmured something under her breath, too faint for you to catch, but the way her lips moved, her flushed expression, made your heart race even faster. You took a shaky step forward, the candlelight casting your tiny shadow against the edge of the bed.
The choice loomed before you: stay and risk discovery, or retreat and leave her to the privacy she clearly believed she had. Your palms were sweaty, your breaths uneven as you grappled with what to do next.
Soon, despite your better judgement, you started grappling with her sheets, scaling them gradually.
Wanting to get closer…