Miroku puts his Rubbing Talents to Good Use
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
The demon slayer chuckled softly as the pressure of her foot increased causing Miroku to let out a wince of pain."You and I both know you have quite the...."rubbing" talent. Why not put it to the test?"
Futilely attempting to push Sango's bare foot away Miroku replied, "What do want from me?"
Sango was almost purely silent, all that escaped her mouth was a slightly demented chuckling noise as her foot slid along Miroku's body. It was kind of...gentle yet it still held the roughness of imminent torture, but it caused no real pain on Miroku's part; all it was really doing was moving the monk to a new position along his friends feet. He was at the ball of her foot to begin with but by the time Sango stopped moving her feet around Miroku was just trapped beneath her big toe.
Miroku couldn't believe just how small he was, his giantess of a friend had done an amazing job of shrinking him; he was less than half the size of Sango's big toe! All of his body was effortlessly pinned beneath it, sandwhiched between the oily skin and the hard wooden floors. Not to mention the smell Miroku experienced before had at least doubled, probably because of all the possible sweat and toe jam that had built up between Sango's toes over the course of their long journey together. It caused an instinctive reaction to push Sango's toe away, although he had about as much luck with that as before.
Feeling the monk's renewed vigor Sango giggled again, "Ah ah ah, I still have yet to show you what I want."
Then Sango slowly pushed her toe against the floor, no doubt causing great deals of pain to Miroku but this was only the beginning. Next, before she could feel any pity that could change her mind Sango rubbed her big toe along the floor, still applying pressure which made her toe drag along with a squeaky noise. It was almost as if Sango was grinding a bug to dust beneath her big toe, but that was not Miroku's fate.
The pain Miroku felt was unreal, only the times he had been poisoned or impaled could even compare to the pain Sango was making him go through by rubbing him into the floor. He was little more than a ragdoll at this point, forcefully sliding along the ground as Sango had her fun.
Suddenly, just as the pain was becoming bearable the weight of Sango's toe went away and light filled Miroku's vision again, as well as the sight of his giantess friend clad in Demon Slayer armor grinning at him. "You get what I want now?"
"To kill me?!" The monk replied spitefully, showing off the damage Sango's latest action had caused to him and his now ripped robes.
Sango's expression turned shocked, maybe even horrified. "Of course not Miroku! I may be rough but we are still friends you know!"
"You could've killed me!"
"But I didn't. Trust me, if I wanted you dead, there'd be a blood splatter on my foot by now." The giantess winked.
Miroku let out an annoyed groan, "Ugh....So what do you want?"
Sango kept on smiling like nothing was wrong, "Rubbing my feet along you and the floor was my way of saying you should rub my feet. You know, give me a foot massage, use those rubbing talents of yours correctly."
"Couldn't you have just said that?!" The monk roared back, still seething in rage.
"But then where would the fun be?"
Again the monk groaned, "Okay, when would you like your foot massage Sango?"
Wordlessly Sango fell to the floor on her bottom, creating a loud boom to her shrunken comrade. "Right now!" She grinned as she shoved her feet before Miroku.
Miroku didn't want to do this but he was smart, it was best to keep Sango happy so he proceeded to place his palms along the girl's bare sole and softly rubbing them in circles. Almost instantly Sango let out a happy moan, "That's the way to do it!"
Ignoring Sango Miroku kept massaging, his face red at the idea of having to massage a girl's feet. Still...he couldn't quite believe just how small he really was; Sango's feet literally towered over him, her big toe was at least three times his size and her entire sole was at least fifteen times. He didn't complain though, any sort of negative comment was best avoided around Sango, especially with her power craze at the moment.
"Must be that time of the month." He joked beneath his breath. The massage was long and hard, but through it all Miroku worked 110% and never let out one complaint. Sango's soles were soft to the touch yet...wet with not-so-fresh footsweat, he wouldn't have been surprised if his pores in his hands absorbed a ton of foot sweat at this point. Due to his extremely small stature Miroku had to literally climb Sango's foot, where he had to resort to rubbing his entire body against her sole, now the monk's robes were getting soaked with sweat too and his face was shoved into it too.
All during this Sango watched happily, moaning softly at key points. Her plan to get Miroku to stop being a lech was working it seemed, but she had to admit; it was quite fun torturing him like this.
Soon, but not soon enough to Miroku the massage was over. The shrunken monk was panting in his footsweat soaked clothes as Sango stared at him joyously. "You did pretty good Miroku...for a lech. But there's still more to do."
Miroku almost fell over, he just body rubbed almost all of Sango's feet! What more could she want?
"I want you too.....
Futilely attempting to push Sango's bare foot away Miroku replied, "What do want from me?"
Sango was almost purely silent, all that escaped her mouth was a slightly demented chuckling noise as her foot slid along Miroku's body. It was kind of...gentle yet it still held the roughness of imminent torture, but it caused no real pain on Miroku's part; all it was really doing was moving the monk to a new position along his friends feet. He was at the ball of her foot to begin with but by the time Sango stopped moving her feet around Miroku was just trapped beneath her big toe.
Miroku couldn't believe just how small he was, his giantess of a friend had done an amazing job of shrinking him; he was less than half the size of Sango's big toe! All of his body was effortlessly pinned beneath it, sandwhiched between the oily skin and the hard wooden floors. Not to mention the smell Miroku experienced before had at least doubled, probably because of all the possible sweat and toe jam that had built up between Sango's toes over the course of their long journey together. It caused an instinctive reaction to push Sango's toe away, although he had about as much luck with that as before.
Feeling the monk's renewed vigor Sango giggled again, "Ah ah ah, I still have yet to show you what I want."
Then Sango slowly pushed her toe against the floor, no doubt causing great deals of pain to Miroku but this was only the beginning. Next, before she could feel any pity that could change her mind Sango rubbed her big toe along the floor, still applying pressure which made her toe drag along with a squeaky noise. It was almost as if Sango was grinding a bug to dust beneath her big toe, but that was not Miroku's fate.
The pain Miroku felt was unreal, only the times he had been poisoned or impaled could even compare to the pain Sango was making him go through by rubbing him into the floor. He was little more than a ragdoll at this point, forcefully sliding along the ground as Sango had her fun.
Suddenly, just as the pain was becoming bearable the weight of Sango's toe went away and light filled Miroku's vision again, as well as the sight of his giantess friend clad in Demon Slayer armor grinning at him. "You get what I want now?"
"To kill me?!" The monk replied spitefully, showing off the damage Sango's latest action had caused to him and his now ripped robes.
Sango's expression turned shocked, maybe even horrified. "Of course not Miroku! I may be rough but we are still friends you know!"
"You could've killed me!"
"But I didn't. Trust me, if I wanted you dead, there'd be a blood splatter on my foot by now." The giantess winked.
Miroku let out an annoyed groan, "Ugh....So what do you want?"
Sango kept on smiling like nothing was wrong, "Rubbing my feet along you and the floor was my way of saying you should rub my feet. You know, give me a foot massage, use those rubbing talents of yours correctly."
"Couldn't you have just said that?!" The monk roared back, still seething in rage.
"But then where would the fun be?"
Again the monk groaned, "Okay, when would you like your foot massage Sango?"
Wordlessly Sango fell to the floor on her bottom, creating a loud boom to her shrunken comrade. "Right now!" She grinned as she shoved her feet before Miroku.
Miroku didn't want to do this but he was smart, it was best to keep Sango happy so he proceeded to place his palms along the girl's bare sole and softly rubbing them in circles. Almost instantly Sango let out a happy moan, "That's the way to do it!"
Ignoring Sango Miroku kept massaging, his face red at the idea of having to massage a girl's feet. Still...he couldn't quite believe just how small he really was; Sango's feet literally towered over him, her big toe was at least three times his size and her entire sole was at least fifteen times. He didn't complain though, any sort of negative comment was best avoided around Sango, especially with her power craze at the moment.
"Must be that time of the month." He joked beneath his breath. The massage was long and hard, but through it all Miroku worked 110% and never let out one complaint. Sango's soles were soft to the touch yet...wet with not-so-fresh footsweat, he wouldn't have been surprised if his pores in his hands absorbed a ton of foot sweat at this point. Due to his extremely small stature Miroku had to literally climb Sango's foot, where he had to resort to rubbing his entire body against her sole, now the monk's robes were getting soaked with sweat too and his face was shoved into it too.
All during this Sango watched happily, moaning softly at key points. Her plan to get Miroku to stop being a lech was working it seemed, but she had to admit; it was quite fun torturing him like this.
Soon, but not soon enough to Miroku the massage was over. The shrunken monk was panting in his footsweat soaked clothes as Sango stared at him joyously. "You did pretty good Miroku...for a lech. But there's still more to do."
Miroku almost fell over, he just body rubbed almost all of Sango's feet! What more could she want?
"I want you too.....
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March 13, 2025
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