Landed on the Pervert
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
The large plains of pure white, the valley below, the pillar leading up to a massive form, this wasn’t the description of a paradise (Except perhaps for males and lesbians), but rather of Rukia’s current postion; on the collar of Chizuru Honsho’s shirt; the pillar and form being her neck and head, the white being the shirt, and of course, the valley being her cleavage, which was slightly exposed due to Tatsuki’s kick earlier. Little Rukia paled at the sight of the massive redhead. Out of the three women she could’ve landed on, she was the worst. Orihime is perfectly nice, just ditzy; Tatsuki would likely be a devil unless she realized the small ant was in fact her friend. And the person she landed on, Chizuru, big or small, found or unfound Rukia was in trouble with her. The woman was a Grade-A pervert, no doubt having fantasies of about every fetish out there, and knowing Rukia’s luck…one of them would involve bugs or shrunken people. And if she knew Rukia was shrunken, that would be a hundred times worse; a horny teenage girl with a deep passion for everything perverted, along with a tiny girl powerless to disobey her. No matter how she looked at it, Rukia saw trouble if she was with the massive redhead.
However, leaving the redhead seemed a tad problematic; Rukia landed on the collar of her shirt, there was no jumping from there, and other people were simply too far away to jump on to. The shrunken woman looked up at Chizuru, catching nothing but her chin, nose, and a faint trace of the eyes and lips. She shivered at the idea of being around her like this, but what to do? It was rather obvious, although without a doubt difficult; Rukia would have to climb her way down Chizuru’s mountainous body. A brief look down gave no confidence with that plan; the floor was so far away it was blurry.
Why does the world seem to hate me lately? Rukia sighed, wasting no time in beginning her descent.
The task however, was impossible. To Rukia, the one collar of Chizuru’s shirt seemed to stretch for miles; it would take days-maybe even weeks before she’d get remotely close to the ground below. Not mentioning the fact Chizuru was a bundle of energy, hopping around Orihime like an overjoyed child; groping, flirting, getting kicked, Chizuru wouldn’t even sit still for a second. That basically meant one thing, Rukia tried to climb down…but every time the giantess moved, she was forced to stop and tighten her grip to avoid falling; leaving her unable to make any real progress on her futile task.
This isn’t going to work, Rukia realized with a sigh; but what else could she do? She didn’t have enough power for Kido, she didn’t have her Zanpaktou, and Chizuru didn’t even realize she was there. But a faint light of hope came when Rukia realized, Orihime would notice she was gone! She’d ask, and the black dot along the pure white collar would be completely obvious. All Orihime needed to do was notice…
….Which she did not. In her fantasy of getting saved Rukia forgot one key detail, whenever Orihime was with Tatsuki, Ichigo, or any of her friends really, the world basically vanished around her. At the moment, as she was chatting up Tatsuki, she probably didn’t even remember she had a pet ant. Orihime was in her own little world, a world where everyone were giants to poor little Rukia.
She let out a disappointed sigh for the millionth time; I should’ve expected as much of Orihime…I’m on my own here. But what can I do? She gave another look at Chizuru’s looming face, almost goddess-esque from the perspective. At the very tip of her head Rukia caught sight of a small sliver of skin, Chizuru’s ear.
Sigh…I guess if I wanted to live…THAT’S my only option…Rukia started her feeble climbing back upwards, still having the same issues as before of course, but at least her goal was within a much more reasonable range. Being found and…god-knows-what by Chizuru, beat dying without anyone knowing…or at least that’s how Rukia rationalized it.
Then came what seemed to be a gift to Rukia, the school bell. Finally a chance to climb without Chizuru constantly jumping around! The whole class went to their seats, Chizuru’s to the back of Orihime’s for stalking and romantic purposes. For Rukia, the walk was no issue at all compared to the giantess’ jumping; all she had to deal with was a mild shake of her boobs as she went to her seat. Nothing like Orihime’s, who had breasts so large they not only bounced and jiggled, they actually rippled; Chizuru’s much more humane-sized rack was far more pleasurable.
When she took her seat, Chizuru wasted no time in pulling out a notebook as the lesson began. But it wasn’t notes she was writing, it was a disturbing picture of a fantasy with Orihime, it was literally a notebook of Chizuru’s perverted fantasies as she sat beside her love. This particular drawing really bothered Rukia as she climbed, because after 40-minutes she realized what it was, a drawing of Orihime pleasuring herself…with a shrunken Chizuru.
And I’m going to this woman for help? Rukia wondered, started having second thoughts, hopefully Chizuru only enjoyed being small instead of big. She continued to climb without much issue, all she had to avoid were the shoulders due to the writing and that wasn’t hard at all. Rukia worked her way to the base of the neck when, yet again; fate deemed it time to mess with her. Chizuru stared at her drawing, now finished, with eyes of lust and signs of drooling; but like most perverts she tried to hide being so obvious…at least during class. How did she do this? She tried swallowing her saliva to stop the drooling. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but Rukia was at the base of her neck, and when Chizuru swallowed…
It was sort of like getting hit by an elevator, Chizuru’s Adam’s apple sliding down her throat; and it sure packed a wallop, enough force to make Rukia lose her grip. She tried clawing for support, but when you lose a grip on skin, you don’t get it back at that size. Her desperate grabs did get her one thing though.
WHAM!
Chizuru shook her hand with disgust, “Damn bugs, trying to bite my neck. That there is reserved…” Another lust-filled glance to Orihime made her smirk.
Chizuru’s smack dazed Rukia, rendering her immobile as gravity took effect. The girl fell back, too dazed to even tell how far. But she did know it got dark, must’ve gone in Chizuru’s shirt or something. The feeling of impact managed to snap Rukia back to normal though, but where did she land? A quick look told and horrified the girl…
However, leaving the redhead seemed a tad problematic; Rukia landed on the collar of her shirt, there was no jumping from there, and other people were simply too far away to jump on to. The shrunken woman looked up at Chizuru, catching nothing but her chin, nose, and a faint trace of the eyes and lips. She shivered at the idea of being around her like this, but what to do? It was rather obvious, although without a doubt difficult; Rukia would have to climb her way down Chizuru’s mountainous body. A brief look down gave no confidence with that plan; the floor was so far away it was blurry.
Why does the world seem to hate me lately? Rukia sighed, wasting no time in beginning her descent.
The task however, was impossible. To Rukia, the one collar of Chizuru’s shirt seemed to stretch for miles; it would take days-maybe even weeks before she’d get remotely close to the ground below. Not mentioning the fact Chizuru was a bundle of energy, hopping around Orihime like an overjoyed child; groping, flirting, getting kicked, Chizuru wouldn’t even sit still for a second. That basically meant one thing, Rukia tried to climb down…but every time the giantess moved, she was forced to stop and tighten her grip to avoid falling; leaving her unable to make any real progress on her futile task.
This isn’t going to work, Rukia realized with a sigh; but what else could she do? She didn’t have enough power for Kido, she didn’t have her Zanpaktou, and Chizuru didn’t even realize she was there. But a faint light of hope came when Rukia realized, Orihime would notice she was gone! She’d ask, and the black dot along the pure white collar would be completely obvious. All Orihime needed to do was notice…
….Which she did not. In her fantasy of getting saved Rukia forgot one key detail, whenever Orihime was with Tatsuki, Ichigo, or any of her friends really, the world basically vanished around her. At the moment, as she was chatting up Tatsuki, she probably didn’t even remember she had a pet ant. Orihime was in her own little world, a world where everyone were giants to poor little Rukia.
She let out a disappointed sigh for the millionth time; I should’ve expected as much of Orihime…I’m on my own here. But what can I do? She gave another look at Chizuru’s looming face, almost goddess-esque from the perspective. At the very tip of her head Rukia caught sight of a small sliver of skin, Chizuru’s ear.
Sigh…I guess if I wanted to live…THAT’S my only option…Rukia started her feeble climbing back upwards, still having the same issues as before of course, but at least her goal was within a much more reasonable range. Being found and…god-knows-what by Chizuru, beat dying without anyone knowing…or at least that’s how Rukia rationalized it.
Then came what seemed to be a gift to Rukia, the school bell. Finally a chance to climb without Chizuru constantly jumping around! The whole class went to their seats, Chizuru’s to the back of Orihime’s for stalking and romantic purposes. For Rukia, the walk was no issue at all compared to the giantess’ jumping; all she had to deal with was a mild shake of her boobs as she went to her seat. Nothing like Orihime’s, who had breasts so large they not only bounced and jiggled, they actually rippled; Chizuru’s much more humane-sized rack was far more pleasurable.
When she took her seat, Chizuru wasted no time in pulling out a notebook as the lesson began. But it wasn’t notes she was writing, it was a disturbing picture of a fantasy with Orihime, it was literally a notebook of Chizuru’s perverted fantasies as she sat beside her love. This particular drawing really bothered Rukia as she climbed, because after 40-minutes she realized what it was, a drawing of Orihime pleasuring herself…with a shrunken Chizuru.
And I’m going to this woman for help? Rukia wondered, started having second thoughts, hopefully Chizuru only enjoyed being small instead of big. She continued to climb without much issue, all she had to avoid were the shoulders due to the writing and that wasn’t hard at all. Rukia worked her way to the base of the neck when, yet again; fate deemed it time to mess with her. Chizuru stared at her drawing, now finished, with eyes of lust and signs of drooling; but like most perverts she tried to hide being so obvious…at least during class. How did she do this? She tried swallowing her saliva to stop the drooling. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but Rukia was at the base of her neck, and when Chizuru swallowed…
It was sort of like getting hit by an elevator, Chizuru’s Adam’s apple sliding down her throat; and it sure packed a wallop, enough force to make Rukia lose her grip. She tried clawing for support, but when you lose a grip on skin, you don’t get it back at that size. Her desperate grabs did get her one thing though.
WHAM!
Chizuru shook her hand with disgust, “Damn bugs, trying to bite my neck. That there is reserved…” Another lust-filled glance to Orihime made her smirk.
Chizuru’s smack dazed Rukia, rendering her immobile as gravity took effect. The girl fell back, too dazed to even tell how far. But she did know it got dark, must’ve gone in Chizuru’s shirt or something. The feeling of impact managed to snap Rukia back to normal though, but where did she land? A quick look told and horrified the girl…
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March 13, 2025
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