* Oh my God, isn't his... thick? *
* ...8 inches long and... 5 inches wide? How can that be? *
* W-was this really inside Our Lady? *
A chorus of soft, gentle voices enveloped Lucian, creating a puzzling medley of sounds that filled the air. They expressed a mix of wonder, doubt, and curiosity, with a tension that hung like mist around them.
One voice would rise in excitement, only to drop to a whisper, followed by another, as if they were sharing the most scandalous secrets.
To Lucian, it felt like listening to a conversation in a language he had never learned—words were tumbling around, heavy with meaning just beyond his grasp.
'...Am I in a hospital?' His mind, still sluggish and foggy, tried to decipher the voices. He could guess they were mostly women, and given his condition, they were probably nurses.
The realization gave him a strange sense of comfort.
Comfort in the sense that he was in the hospital, not that he was surrounded by several nurses.
'Damn, my head.' He could feel his senses slowly returning, but nothing seemed to make sense.
As his eyelids fluttered open, he blinked against the brightness, and slowly, the blurry shapes around him began to sharpen.
'Wait, is this a prison?' Long, white prison cells towered over him, the bars reaching impossibly high, making him feel small and trapped.
The design felt more like a compact cell, as if it were designed to keep him in, not let him out.
'Did they find my browser history while I was out and throw me in jail?' A wave of confusion crashed over him, laced with a hint of panic mixed with an odd curiosity.
The thought of someone digging through his online history made him cringe.
* You don't believe me? Come see how fat this thing is! *
The sudden exclamation pulled him back. He strained to make sense of it all, and just then, he spotted two enormous figures appearing above him.
They looked huge—like something out of a fairy tale.
'!'
'Titans!?'
His mind raced.
They were enormous, with exaggerated features—big eyes, wide ears, and yes, even their breasts were... well, noteworthy.
Wait. Breasts?
Lucian's gaze dropped, and he realized these weren't Titans at all. Their skin was intact and flawless, without any hint of the grotesque flesh he had imagined.
'What the hell is going on here?'
* See, I told you he's 18 inches long and his thighs are 5 inches thick?! *
'Wait a sec, what the heck is this humba dumba language?'
'This is definitely a dream,' Lucian concluded, observing the scene as one of the colossal figures spoke to the other in a language that sounded entirely foreign.
He desperately squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up from this bizarre nightmare.
Yeah, this has to be a dream.
But when he opened his eyes again, the same towering figures loomed, their faces a mix of wonder and curiosity.
Something felt off—like he had stumbled into a strange movie he never wanted to see.
'Now that I think about it... are they maids?'
As his mind slowly grasped the situation, he noticed the black-and-white uniforms they wore, recalling the only two living beings he'd ever seen in such attire: zebras and maids from the novels he read.
And these two were definitely not zebras.
'But why are they this big?' Lucian thought inwardly and inquired about this whole scene, but it seemed more like he was trying to run away from the reality his mind had already grasped.
Given his sudden death and all these events, he had taken a moment to ponder, but as his senses returned, he could clearly sense that it was not that these people were large; rather, it felt like he was small.
He was um... an infant.
Lucian's eyes widened in realization, his breath catching as he processed the absurdity of the situation.
His gaze fell on his own tiny hand, now barely able to form a fist.
'Oh my God, I have become a baby.'
The thought screamed in his mind, his internal voice on the verge of panic.
Lucian wanted to thrash, to shout, to do anything, but instead, all that came out was a helpless, garbled noise:
"Boo... bop... ay... woo."
And even a fart.
Phhhrrrrr~
'Are you kidding me?!'
He was trapped in a body that could barely communicate anything more than nonsensical syllables or fart.
The helplessness washed over him in waves, and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, one of the maids grabbed his leg and lifted him up.
* Oh, see? Didn't I tell you his thighs are thick? He's much healthier than a normal baby. Look at this, four times thicker! *
Her voice sounded far too proud as she lifted him slightly by his leg, inspecting him like some sort of oversized doll.
Lucian wanted to scream.
'What are you doing, idiot? I'm a baby, damn it, not some toy!'
Another maid, standing nearby, chimed in, poking her finger repeatedly into his chubby side.
* Indeed, this thing is really fat. *
'Don't poke me!'
Lucian's frustration boiled over as she continued poking.
He didn't even know what they were talking about or where he was.
He felt the warmth of her touch, but it was far from comforting.
Wait, warmth?
'Fuck! I am naked!' Lucian yelled inwardly after realizing in what condition he really was.
"Uwaah....Waa....Waa." Without even making an effort, his body instinctively reacted and he started to cry.
He was definitely uncomfortable and in pain.
* Oh my, it even started to cry!? * one of the maids visibly flinched the moment she heard the child start.
* I told you not to poke it much; what if we get punished? * The other maid was surprised and covered her mouth as she inquired with anxiety.
* Have you forgotten the Duchess's orders to starve it for a few days to loosen its weight? * With slight sweat beginning to form, given that she indeed had touched the son of a noblewoman, the maid informed her colleague about their orders.
Indeed, after giving birth to this child, his mother herself had given them the order to starve him for a few more days.