The sun had just started to set, casting long shadows across Beacon Academy's grounds. The orange and pink hues of the sky painted a serene picture, one that usually calmed my nerves. Today, however, my heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to Pyrrha's room. I had promised myself that today, I would finally ask her to train with me. My hands were clammy, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back under my hoodie. I took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
"Just a minute!" Pyrrha's warm and melodic voice called out from within. I heard the faint sound of running water and realized she must be in the shower. My heart pounded even faster. What if she thought I was intruding?
"It's just me, Jaune," I called back, trying to sound casual. "I wanted to see if you wanted to train together later."
"Oh, Jaune! Come in and wait for me. I'll be out in a minute," she replied cheerfully.
I opened the door and stepped into her room, closing it softly behind me. The room was a reflection of Pyrrha herself—neat, organized, and imbued with a sense of calm strength. A faint scent of vanilla filled the air, mingling with the fresh smell of soap and water. I could hear the gentle hum of the shower running, a rhythmic sound that was almost soothing.
I sat on the edge of her neatly made bed, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that Pyrrha was just on the other side of that door. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the details. Her armor stood proudly on a mannequin in the corner, polished to a gleaming shine. Various trophies and medals adorned a shelf, testament to her prowess and dedication. Her nightstand, however, held something that caught my attention—a small, unfamiliar device.
It was a smooth, spherical object, no larger than a golf ball. It looked like it was made from some advanced technology, with intricate designs etched into its surface. Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up, turning it over in my hands to examine it more closely. As I did, the device began to emanate a strange, otherworldly glow.
The glow enveloped me, and I felt a strange sensation, like the world was shifting around me. I tried to call out, but my voice was lost in the light. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the glowing stopped. I blinked, disoriented, as the room came back into focus. Everything seemed…different. The nightstand towered above me like a skyscraper, and the bed I had been sitting on was now a massive mountain range.
"What the…?" I muttered, looking down at myself. I had shrunk! I couldn't have been more than an inch tall. My clothes had shrunk with me, thankfully, but the room was now an alien landscape.
I walked across the carpet, which now felt like a dense forest of tall grass. Each step was an effort as I navigated the vast expanse. The air was filled with the faint, comforting scent of Pyrrha, now much more intense at my new size. I had to find a way to get back to normal, but first, I needed to find a safe spot.
Climbing up the side of Pyrrha's bed was a monumental task. The fabric of her comforter provided some grip, and I slowly made my way up, hand over hand. Reaching the top, I stood on the soft surface, catching my breath. Pyrrha's clothes were laid out neatly, ready for her to wear. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of her giant garments.
I walked over to her bra, an intimidating structure at my new size. Without really thinking, I climbed into one of the cups, sliding down into the middle. The fabric was soft and warm, and I could smell the faint scent of Pyrrha's perfume. It was oddly comforting.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open filled the room, echoing in my ears like a distant thunderclap. I turned, still perched precariously within the confines of Pyrrha's bra, and saw her silhouette framed by the soft light spilling from the bathroom. She stepped out, her movements graceful and fluid, like a dancer's.
As she walked, the damp tendrils of her vibrant red hair clung to her shoulders, glistening like strands of molten copper. Droplets of water traced delicate paths down her neck and across her collarbones, catching the light and shimmering like tiny diamonds. Her skin, freshly scrubbed and glowing, had a radiant, ethereal quality to it, making her seem almost otherworldly.
She was wrapped in a simple white towel, but even that seemed regal on her. It hugged her form, accentuating the curves of her body in a way that was both modest and tantalizing. Each step she took was measured, confident, the powerful muscles in her legs and arms moving with an effortless grace that spoke of her strength and training.
From my vantage point, she seemed like a towering goddess, an embodiment of beauty and power. Her emerald eyes were bright, almost luminescent, and as they scanned the room, I felt a mixture of awe and dread. There was a softness to her gaze, a kindness that had always made me feel safe, but now, from my minuscule perspective, it was overwhelming.
Her footsteps resonated through the floor, each one a gentle quake that sent tremors through my tiny frame. The closer she got, the more her presence filled my vision, until she was all I could see. Her scent, a mix of vanilla and fresh soap, enveloped me, a comforting reminder of who she was even in this bizarre situation.
I watched, mesmerized, as she reached the bed and let the towel slip from her shoulders, revealing her fully. The motion was slow, almost reverent, and I could see every detail of her form. Her skin, still slightly damp, caught the light in a way that made it seem to glow. The sight was so breathtaking, so utterly captivating, that I couldn't bring myself to look away.
As she leaned over to pick up the bra, her face came closer to me, her features magnified to an almost surreal degree. I could see the delicate freckles on her cheeks, the faint lines of her eyelashes, the soft curve of her lips. She was beautiful beyond words, a living, breathing deity in that moment.
My breath caught as she lifted the bra, and I was pulled along with it, my world tilting and shifting, knocking the wind out of me, and I was pressed up against her warm flesh as she secured the bra in place.
I could barely breathe, enveloped in the softness and warmth of her skin. I felt her heartbeat, strong and steady, resonating through me. I realized just how fragile and small I was in comparison.
In that moment, as I lay trapped against her, I felt a strange mixture of emotions: fear, awe, admiration, and a deep, abiding respect for the woman who had always been my protector and friend. She was a goddess in every sense of the word, and I was but a tiny, helpless worshipper caught in her orbit.
I was pressed against her giant nipple, the warmth radiating from her making me feel dizzy. She moved around, completely oblivious to my plight. Each step she took was a new jolt, a new challenge to stay conscious.
The realization of my predicament hit me hard. I had to find a way to get her attention, but for now, I was stuck, riding along as Pyrrha continued her morning routine.
My heart pounded in rhythm with hers, a strange mix of fear and awe coursing through me. How was I going to get out of this one?