Kyung Sang-mi
The room has become a landscape.
Pocket-sized Terrified
At this scale
A thumbprint is a shallow valley. Warmth comes up through the floor.
Being set down on a table is being put in a field. The edge is a cliff.
Voices arrive from the weather. A laugh is a change in air pressure.
Small enough to ride in a pocket or rest in a palm. Kyung Sang-mi beside Mug. Ceramic weather. The handle is a door. Steam is fog off a dark lake. Exact scale: 3 cm. Kyung Sang-mi is 117cm at normal height.
Smell: Musty, sweaty odor
First thing they see
The twins are still trapped in separate tight chambers full of a thick white liquid. They are able to talk to each other but unable to see each other.
The curse
They never expected for things to turn out this way, they only wanted to ask for help after getting lost in the forest. The spell that's rigged to shrink any anyone that isn't a miko of this shrine shrank them like any other intruder.
How small
The miko with wolf ears decided to dispose of them immediately and ignores their pleas. She quickly devoured them with her throbbing shaft. The slid down together with ease and their long fluffy tails only served to pleasure the Miko from the inside.
Release
The thick white liquid begin to flood their chambers and the twins begin to panic and cry. They knew they were going to spend their final moments drowning in their prison but that did not stop them from trying to find a way to escape, which only served to further pleasure the Miko. Everything begins to fade once they are fully submerged in the white liquid, their bodies dissolved until there was nothing left. The miko fills up a jar with her cum, pumping until her balls are drained. She smiles in satisfaction as she sees the discarded dresses of the twins floating in her cum. The miko labels the jar with a picture of the shrunken twins terrified and huddling together the moment they were shrunk. They have now become a part of her secret collection of shrunken intruders, countless jars of unfortunate victims who wandered into the wrong shrine. These people have ceased to exist and the only trace that they ever existed is their clothes floating in the jars and the pictures that label each of their glass prisons.
Sequel to Kyung Min-mi #8