Megmacropolis 6

 The remainder of your time at the hospital flew by in a flash.   

 Okay, so in a literal sense it only took about four more hours of slightly disturbing companionship in which you watched your new friends wounds visibly close up before your eyes; already probably longer than you should stay when you're likely a fugitive of some sort (or at least a bill dodger) but it felt like even LESS time because of companionship or something. 

 A companion who, as it turns out, was quite attractive. Once she had actually healed up, she simply hopped out of bed and started peeling off her own bandages. She apparently caught your disgusted look as she smirked down at you and said, “Medical care is a lot more laissez faire about what you can and can't do when there's not so many things that can go wrong. How about an anatomy lesson?” 

 You were a bit too distracted by what turned out to be a strip-tease to object. Underneath her bandages she didn't really have anything, and there was significantly more gore and crust on the wrappings than there were on her. Far from a formless mass, she was almost the definition of shapely. 

 Her legs were long and slender, the first thing she showed off and with good reason. Far from the bulk of Myra's legs... or yours... her legs were well muscled but plush and inviting, highly toned but incredibly feminine. They were the kind of legs that seemed to go ALL the way up.   

 Specifically they went all the way up to your neck, but that was still an acceptable level of size difference for now.   

 Next she showed off her stomach, her abs weren't any more defined than yours, just a few grooves to show off a fit belly covered in very glossy, silken fur. The length of her ab area, though, made you feel like she had a lot of potential for size and was merely going for a look rather than your problem of just not having been at it for long enough. 

 It was a pretty good look.   

 Her arms, back, chest, all of it matched beautifully. She had the body of a gymnast, or perhaps an elf. Somebody tall and graceful, all coiled sinew and perfect skill. Her tits were more than a bit larger than any gymnast back home, but by this worlds standards D-cups seemed positively petite... and clearly hadn't cost her any bit of flexibility. 

 As you watched her steadily raise a leg from the floor to her head, using a claw to grab the wrappings around her face and peel them off, you noticed her mouth moving and that she'd actually been saying something, presumably an actual anatomy lesson before you'd gotten... distracted.   

 When you saw her face, though, you were a bit surprised.  

 
 Partially because she was a ferret, not exactly the kind of animal you remember being this attracted... that you remember having a body like this. 

 But mostly because she was steadily blowing you a raspberry with a smirk on her face. 

 She eventually withdrew her tongue, slipping on her things from a cabinet by her bed with a wink, “Well, now that you've seen me naked, I should probably actually tell you my name. Ayana's the name, performing's my game. And you can learn more about that later. Wanna hop in?” 

 After sliding on a thin black dress which seemed to barely fit her, the ferret girl gestured to her own cleavage, offering you the best seat in the house, as it were, or at least a good place to hide while you skipped out on things. 

 “W-why would you offer that?” you asked automatically, though, to be fair, you had about a hundred valid reasons. 

 “Eh, it looks like life around you is going to be interesting. Plus, you either have a wasting sickness I'm not going to catch (in which case I should make your last moments pleasant) or one of the most extreme cases of macrobolism I've ever seen (in which case you'll probably need my help eventually anyway.)” 

 It was a fair enough comment, though it did raise another concern. Did you really want to wait around long enough, shrink MORE to escape cleanly? It's be putting all your faith in somebody you just met... 

 Yes, yes you did, you eventually decided. It was a lot tougher to infer an ulterior motive in a random patient, and as chaotic as your first day was proving, trusting somebody was about your only option... and not something you objected to with Myra. 

 ...Maybe you're just a hopeless lesbian. 

 Either way, it was an excuse to talk about a few things, learn a bit more about the world, and escape. 

 Also an excuse to touch some massive boobs, not a pleasure to be discounted. 

 They were silky soft. 

 They also carried you cleanly to where you are now. 

 Ayana's house wasn't as large or as nice as your strange landing at Myra's, but it felt a lot more welcoming. An old brick apartment building (you idly wondered how one makes bricks the size of shipyard containers before chasing yourself away from that particular rabbit hole) in the middle of a bustling cityscape.  

 
 You only caught a brief glimpse of the actual streets, a hot dog vendor here, a chipped curb there, before sinking deeper into your titty prison and losing visuals until Ayana fished you out inside her apartment.   

 It was a nice room, a home gym, that you emerged into. Relatively small 'toning' weights still containing prohibitive amounts of iron by your last world's standards; yoga mats that... actually you couldn't think of any metaphors for 'giant blankets' that would properly fit. But the gist was, simple workout equipment for somebody focused on agility and a ferret in a tube top who still looked very... agile.   

 Ayana curled up on the yoga mat, offering you a slide down her tail to reach the area beside her, before sliding her hands down her legs, doubling over in a pose that it didn't seem like a normal tendon should take.   

 “This is uttanasana, would you like to know why you're in my gym, watching me pose, little bunny?” Ayana asks. 

 You quickly dispel images of yourself getting stomped on and answer with a hopefully more helpful question, “because this in some way helps me stop shrinking?” 

 “Yes,” Ayana admits, “Although it won't be easy. We can slow it down by just getting you some exercise, since right now panic is really killing you, but after that I want to try some... home remedies.” 

 You cough slightly, before asking, “I'll try it, sure, but, uh, what exercise can I really do at this size? I haven't eaten in a while.” 

 Ayana smirks a moment before grabbing a protein bar and taking it out of the room... before returning with what is unmistakeably a hamster ball that she begins screwing the top off of. 

 “Oh come on! Seriously?” you ask automatically. 

 “Well I have to at least tease you once! Besides, what better way to explore the house than as an ADVENTURE MAZE...” 

 You suppose you weren't getting out of this without at least one chops busting, although you do need a more long term plan, perhaps if...