"Shrinking"
Translated by Sondra Silverston
At night, she often suggests that I shrink myself so that I can hide inside her. I would hide her inside me if I could, so I make myself relax, and shrink. I try to enter the gate of her body many times, but don't shrink enough, so it hurts and she blinks as if she's about to retract her suggestion so I ask could you please soften yourself to make it easier for me. And she slowly draws me back inside her bustling uterus filled with sounds like the breathing of the sea. And when most of my body is already inside her I ask whether after all of me is inside her I can expand again and return to the world, and she envelops my body with the soft muscles of her flesh making me limp and my question irrelevant, and the parts of my body left outside also find room inside her. And suddenly the navel opens again the mouth closes again my blood flows to the rhythm of her heartbeat again. And I learn how to suck her nipples from inside and my hand moves to stroke the pulsing core of her pleasure, and I am happy to see her begin to spill out of the taut skin of her everyday life, less cautious than she was before I shrank.
But a few weeks pass and I begin to worry that I may have shrunk too much I might not be enough to satisfy her large body. I start to prepare for the following nights when she might offer her body to men who still haven't shrunk. I recite erotic stories into her sleep and see how her body stretches how her blood glistens how her head falls back onto the pillow and all the rivers of her body awaken in a storm of dreams. Many nights I create whirlpools inside her but they gradually grow smaller until even I don't feel them. And one night, I'm happy when her body fills with alcohol that floats me on its fumes between her liver and her lungs. Then I'm sad to discover that another man bigger than I am now is banging at the gates of her body hard enough to bring them down. In a desperate attempt to defend my fortress I attack his huge organ in the darkness but my blows elicit only a growing crescendo of cries of pleasure at the beating of my frail fists. Admitting my failure to drive him away I retreat and stand like a goalkeeper to stop his sperm as they gallop towards her egg and my body is pierced by thousands of seeds till they fall dead and I drift happily into sleep because her uterus has not been filled with new life.
Several nights pass and again I hear her in her sleep suggesting this time to him that he shrink himself so he can hide inside her body and he tries for many hours, hurting himself but unable to do it, his muscles are too solid his arms too thick. And in the morning he passes over the threshold so small soft exhausted that I'm quick to take pity on him and bring him to the uterus bed and the nipple tears. He's slightly surprised by my presence and my naked body, already used to being alone inside her dark body, but he puts himself in my hands. After several nights we are already friends and I teach him all the secrets of her body: the places to keep away from and the places to move close to and what is to his benefit and what to her benefit. And we switch all the time - he sucks her breasts from inside then I do, he rests in her uterus then I do, he rubs her vaginal lips and I listen to the music of her heartbeat, I stick my head out through her pubic curls for a breath of air and he moves closer to her head to hear her dreams. And when a new man arrives we aren't afraid, we strike his huge organ together not in hate but in joy and encourage his pleasure and hers, then we both battle the flood of seeds attacking a new egg and keep our place free of multiplying children, wait for him to shrink and join us.
And when he arrives new and shrunk in her body we welcome him with understanding and undress his weary body together, carry him to the uterus together, rub him with oils and perfumes and let him sleep the sleep of the just. Later, when he wakes up we instruct him in the ways of our life and tell him to be aware of the inside of his body, there are no longer any bones, everything inside it and around it is soft and squishy he has to be less cautious when falling. We tell him about biting the organs of new men and stopping the seeds and we explain that each of us in turn sucks and each of us in turn climbs through her honey vaginal lips and then returns diving deep inside her.
A year has passed and there are almost twenty of us and we're multiplying moving around all the part of her body and each of us makes do with one-twentieth of her milk and one-twentieth of resting time in her uterus and one-twentieth of the pleasures of her lips and the dreams in her mind and the beating of her heart. Some have wandered all the way to her feet and occasionally we don't see them for weeks until it's their turn to stand as goalkeepers defending her uterus against the attacking seeds, and then we welcome the new man undress him and smile reassuringly at him. When we aren't at one of our posts we spend our free time sitting in the chambers of her heart playing backgammon and checkers and think happy thoughts about our little lives inside her to bring her joy and we guess who the next man to join us will be and worry about what will happen when there are one hundred of us. None of us misses the time before we shrank maybe only when we dream at night and picture women the same size as we are, women we don't have to share with others.
Translated by Sondra Silverston
Translation © ITHL
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