Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Having popped like a really shiny soap bubble, waking up was really odd.

I didn't actually wake up but kind of become coherent.

It was warm, there was a constant pulsating beat, and I was really comfortable. That was about it for a long while. I was rarely awake and actually coherent but these little spurts seemed to happen more and more often. It wasn't too difficult to just go back to sleep, but there was definitely one point where I remember panicking because I wasn't actually breathing.

Then I fell back asleep not even the quarter of the way to a panic attack.

Whatever.

However, I woke up again and I was really, really comfortable so I ignored all these instincts that told me to get the hell out of whatever cramped place I was sleeping. I basically just told something/someone to fuck off and I went back to sleep. Annoying thing was that I rolled over and something got wrapped around me, just made me want to glare at whatever it was before going back to sleep.

I slept in this warm, comfortable place for a long while. I was calm and content. No higher thoughts, no memories of much save for interesting snippets that floated around like dreams whenever I was coherent enough to think. I was perfectly fine with sleeping, especially since nothing seemed wrong with that one single bit.

Now, the really uncomfortable bit was becoming squashed through a really weird tube, after being bumped awake by something on the outside of my really comfortable home. It was painful, since whatever tube I was being squeezed down didn't seem to understand that my skull didn't want to fit.

Next thing I know is its cold, I can't breathe as there's something choking me, and these lights are driving into my eyes like fucking needles. I tried seeing what was going on but my eyes seemed to be working even worse than when I wore glasses. That barely made me pause since my little mind couldn't remember wearing any sort of glasses before the idea slipped from my thoughts like water through a sieve.

Whatever is wrapped around my neck was quickly unwound and removed before someone stuck their meaty fingers in my mouth to dislodge my unresponsive tongue.

I scream, I cry, and I think I have a minor panic attack before I'm wrapped like some sort of freakish pink burrito.

Sometime in my panic attack I fall asleep.

Fucking weird. No other way to put it.

It's all panic, panic, pani… sleep.

I crash and the next thing I wake up to is really blurry vision, though I'm used to it as I always needed glasses, and naked boobs right in front of my face.

I gape in shock, can't really help myself because there are these tits just all of the sudden in front of my face. I shut my mouth, and absolutely refuse to do anything but scrunch my face preparing to cry.

At this point, I've already figured out that I'm a babe because I'm wearing what I can tell is a diaper and I'm being rocked by a giantess. After my panic attack that I crashed in the middle from, I wake up to see giants holding me and a room that could only hold giants.

Whatever, I'm as cool as a cucumber, ignoring the panic attack when I was first born. That is until someone undresses me and shoves what I suspect is a thermometer up my butt.

I was not a happy camper and I made sure everyone knew as well.