Hazardous Play
VG Shrink
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
olimarnite
Goombella didn't even have time to scream as Peach's gigantic finger closed in on her. The massive digit collided with her and shoved her backwards into the soft skin of Peach's nipple. Her entire body was completely immobilized by the heavy force pushing in around her. Peach's finger began to move around, massaging the nipple, and it began to stiffen and expand slightly. Goombella felt he pith helmet slip off of her head and away from her, leaving her even more unprotected than she had been before. After several long moments of this, Peach's finger finally lifted away and Goombella was able to see again. She dropped off of the side of Peach's nipple, which was now noticeably larger, and looked across the water to Peach's other breast. The princess was new playing with the other nipple, and giggling to herself. Goombella groaned, trying to shake off the considerable pain that she had been in.
If something as tiny as Peach's nipple and fingertip could be that dangerous at this size, she didn't want to know what larger hazards could do.
She scanned the bathwater for any sign of her lost helmet. Peach's movement was causing the water to churn and splash around significantly, but she finally spotted her helmet amidst the waves, floating near Peach's neckline. Deciding that she'd rather not be anywhere near Peach's more sensitive areas while the princess was still playing with herself, she dove back into the water and started toward the floating helmet.
Peach gave a self-satisfied giggle and removed her finger and thumb from around her nipple. It was uncommon for her to have any opportunity to have a bit of 'me-time' when at home in the castle, as she usually had one or two servants assigned to bathing her. She stretched out in the bathwater, and ran her fingers through her hair for a moment. She picked up the shampoo bottle from the edge of the bath, and started applying it to her long hair.
Goombella retrieved her helmet and placed it back on her head. The giant princess was now washing her long hair, something that Goombella wished she could take the time to do. She decided to swim toward Peach's face, hoping to draw her attention again. As she reached Peach's neck, she saw that she wouldn't be able to get up to her chin from here, and kicked her way over to Peach's flowing hair.
This jogged her memory, and she quickly looked around.
"Mario! You in here?" she called. No response. Sighing, she grabbed onto a lock of Peach's hair and secured herself into a stable position. This would, at least, be a better seat than the edge of the princess's bra, or her nipple.
If something as tiny as Peach's nipple and fingertip could be that dangerous at this size, she didn't want to know what larger hazards could do.
She scanned the bathwater for any sign of her lost helmet. Peach's movement was causing the water to churn and splash around significantly, but she finally spotted her helmet amidst the waves, floating near Peach's neckline. Deciding that she'd rather not be anywhere near Peach's more sensitive areas while the princess was still playing with herself, she dove back into the water and started toward the floating helmet.
Peach gave a self-satisfied giggle and removed her finger and thumb from around her nipple. It was uncommon for her to have any opportunity to have a bit of 'me-time' when at home in the castle, as she usually had one or two servants assigned to bathing her. She stretched out in the bathwater, and ran her fingers through her hair for a moment. She picked up the shampoo bottle from the edge of the bath, and started applying it to her long hair.
Goombella retrieved her helmet and placed it back on her head. The giant princess was now washing her long hair, something that Goombella wished she could take the time to do. She decided to swim toward Peach's face, hoping to draw her attention again. As she reached Peach's neck, she saw that she wouldn't be able to get up to her chin from here, and kicked her way over to Peach's flowing hair.
This jogged her memory, and she quickly looked around.
"Mario! You in here?" she called. No response. Sighing, she grabbed onto a lock of Peach's hair and secured herself into a stable position. This would, at least, be a better seat than the edge of the princess's bra, or her nipple.
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March 13, 2025
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