Moema the Arrancar Appears
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
silverscion
Ichigo felt like he was floating around in an endless void of darkness, no sound or light penetrating through the illimitable abyss. Warmth surrounded him and kept him calm as he drifted across the sea of empty. In this place, the world of dreams, he strained to think, to imagine something that would give life to his surroundings. Something was currently inside him, disrupting his spiritual connection with the land of Nod. Slowly his body was reacting, pulling him from the void back into the physical world and soon Ichigo woke up. In a most unexpected place, with the most curious of strangers.
Groggily Ichigo stretched his arms and back. Immediately he felt something was amiss; for he could tell that he wasn't in his bed. His eyes flickered opened, looking around at the world, still too fuzzy to make anything out. As both eyes came into focus, however, Ichigo was dumbstruck at what he saw. The face of some giant woman was staring back at him, smiling at his terrified expression. Turning around he saw that everything was enormous in size and that he himself was sitting in the palm of her hand. He was also in view of a rack comparable to only Orihime's.
"Good morning little Ichibug!" the young woman chirped merrily. Ichigo pointed at her incredulously and began shouting.
"H-how on Earth are you so big!? Why am I so small!? Who are you!? Where the hell am I!?" The woman brought the pointer finger from her offhand and pressed it softly over Ichigo's mouth.
"Calm down Ichigo, I'm not here to hurt you," she cooed, placing the same finger on his back and rubbing it lovingly, "In fact, I'm doing you a favor right now."
"Oh uh... is that so? Sorry I guess I let myself get carried away for a moment." he replied apologetically.
"Don't worry, I understand. This isn't something people usually wake up to. Hmm," she paused, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Moema and I'm an Arrancar. Lord Aizen wanted you dealt with so that he could continue his plans without worrying about you growing more powerful and ruining everything. So he--"
"Wait!" Ichigo shouted.
"Umm... yes Ichigo?" Moema said.
"You mean to tell me that you are an Arrancar, working for Aizen, with him and everybody else trying to kill me?"
"That is... one way of looking at it... yes..." she said nervously.
"And you say your helping me?" Ichigo's eyes were cold and narrow. Moema looked at him eyes wide with the fear of being misunderstood.
"YOU LYING BITCH," He said yelling at the top of his voice. It was so powerful that even Moema shuttered a little. Ichigo stood up defiantly.
"Ichigo. I'm not the one who wants to kill you. Aizen ordered me to but I refused. We made an agreement that I would just shrink you instead and that I could keep you. Everybody benefits!" She said with enthusiasm, obviously trying to impart of some of it onto Ichigo. The orange headed Soul Reaper gritted his teeth.
"Yeah? And how exactly do I benefit from this?" Ichigo muttered. Moema tilted her head curiously at him.
"But... I thought that you'd want to live. I suppose that if you're unhappy I could eat you."
Moema's thumb and forefinger pinched the Half Inch tall Soul Reaper's chest, hoisting him from her palm into the air where she dangled him over her now open mouth. "AAAaaaahhhh..." she moaned as she widened her maw as much as possible. Silvery strands of saliva ran from the roof of her mouth down to her slimy pink tongue. Her teeth were sharp and white. "Ahh!" Ichigo screamed as he began to descend towards her lips. "Moema! Please, please, don't eat me!" Plump juicy lips pressed into him as her mouth was closing. "You're right, I want to live! I'm sorry for what I said." Suddenly the lips parted and she pulled him out, dropping him gently onto her palm.
"So... now you don't want to be eaten?" She asked, confused by his apparent inability to make up his mind. Ichigo's heart was racing a mile a minute and he sat on her hand panting, "You're cute Ichibug," Moema smiled, "But you've got to learn to be more clear about what you want. Some people might get the wrong impression. It's a big world and I'm sorry to say that the change is permanent." she winked at you.
She walked over to the bed and laid down, her hand cupped around you pressing you against the soft pale skin of her exposed stomach, just below the navel. Ichigo's head was free, so he tried to take a closer look around and see where he was.
Where was he gentlemen?
Groggily Ichigo stretched his arms and back. Immediately he felt something was amiss; for he could tell that he wasn't in his bed. His eyes flickered opened, looking around at the world, still too fuzzy to make anything out. As both eyes came into focus, however, Ichigo was dumbstruck at what he saw. The face of some giant woman was staring back at him, smiling at his terrified expression. Turning around he saw that everything was enormous in size and that he himself was sitting in the palm of her hand. He was also in view of a rack comparable to only Orihime's.
"Good morning little Ichibug!" the young woman chirped merrily. Ichigo pointed at her incredulously and began shouting.
"H-how on Earth are you so big!? Why am I so small!? Who are you!? Where the hell am I!?" The woman brought the pointer finger from her offhand and pressed it softly over Ichigo's mouth.
"Calm down Ichigo, I'm not here to hurt you," she cooed, placing the same finger on his back and rubbing it lovingly, "In fact, I'm doing you a favor right now."
"Oh uh... is that so? Sorry I guess I let myself get carried away for a moment." he replied apologetically.
"Don't worry, I understand. This isn't something people usually wake up to. Hmm," she paused, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Moema and I'm an Arrancar. Lord Aizen wanted you dealt with so that he could continue his plans without worrying about you growing more powerful and ruining everything. So he--"
"Wait!" Ichigo shouted.
"Umm... yes Ichigo?" Moema said.
"You mean to tell me that you are an Arrancar, working for Aizen, with him and everybody else trying to kill me?"
"That is... one way of looking at it... yes..." she said nervously.
"And you say your helping me?" Ichigo's eyes were cold and narrow. Moema looked at him eyes wide with the fear of being misunderstood.
"YOU LYING BITCH," He said yelling at the top of his voice. It was so powerful that even Moema shuttered a little. Ichigo stood up defiantly.
"Ichigo. I'm not the one who wants to kill you. Aizen ordered me to but I refused. We made an agreement that I would just shrink you instead and that I could keep you. Everybody benefits!" She said with enthusiasm, obviously trying to impart of some of it onto Ichigo. The orange headed Soul Reaper gritted his teeth.
"Yeah? And how exactly do I benefit from this?" Ichigo muttered. Moema tilted her head curiously at him.
"But... I thought that you'd want to live. I suppose that if you're unhappy I could eat you."
Moema's thumb and forefinger pinched the Half Inch tall Soul Reaper's chest, hoisting him from her palm into the air where she dangled him over her now open mouth. "AAAaaaahhhh..." she moaned as she widened her maw as much as possible. Silvery strands of saliva ran from the roof of her mouth down to her slimy pink tongue. Her teeth were sharp and white. "Ahh!" Ichigo screamed as he began to descend towards her lips. "Moema! Please, please, don't eat me!" Plump juicy lips pressed into him as her mouth was closing. "You're right, I want to live! I'm sorry for what I said." Suddenly the lips parted and she pulled him out, dropping him gently onto her palm.
"So... now you don't want to be eaten?" She asked, confused by his apparent inability to make up his mind. Ichigo's heart was racing a mile a minute and he sat on her hand panting, "You're cute Ichibug," Moema smiled, "But you've got to learn to be more clear about what you want. Some people might get the wrong impression. It's a big world and I'm sorry to say that the change is permanent." she winked at you.
She walked over to the bed and laid down, her hand cupped around you pressing you against the soft pale skin of her exposed stomach, just below the navel. Ichigo's head was free, so he tried to take a closer look around and see where he was.
Where was he gentlemen?
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March 13, 2025
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