If you ever made if out of this alive, this definitely would be the absolutely weirdest day in your life, with nothing ever remotely coming anywhere close to the sheer insanity that this was. For reasons beyond your understanding, the fearsome Yakuza Princess decided that you'd be put in her huge butt, whose crack was like a canyon in its own right. You closed your eyes, but couldn't avoid feeling that you were in free falling, until you felt something exceedingly soft and squishy 'catch' you from both sides. Then, everything shook like there was a massive quake and the pressure increased manifold, engulfing you into the soft squishy stuff that surrounded you..
Orihime couldn't help but shudder, as your tiny body tickled her when it fell into her crack and grazed her cheeks' sensitive inner side. She then clenched her butt and closed her eyes. It turned out far more pleasurable than she anticipated.
'A girl could get used to this' She jokingly thought.
"You know... not many boys can say they've gotten into a Princess' pants" She chuckled and patted her butt, watching in the mirror with delight how it wobbled and rippled.
'Did... did she make a joke?!' You thought, even more shocked by that than by the sheer absurdity of your predicament. Even though her massive booty muffled outside noises a lot, her voice still sounded clear enough for you to understand.
Orihime stopped to think for a moment. She knew well how Toxic Lily operated, and realized this was probably very similar to what she would've done with you.
'But there's a difference between just torturing him for the sake of it and just having him show a little gratitude to the one who saved him...' She thought, hoping to ease her own conscience with that line of reasoning.
She grabbed both of her cheeks and lightly kneaded them, feeling some more pleasurable tingles as she could feel in great detail your tiny form encased by her bountiful flesh. Her motions dragged you deeper into her crack even, which tickled her more.
'Hmm... Maybe to get so up close and personal with this kind of beauty is too much of a reward for him...' She thought with a smug smile, but she bit her bottom lip and decided to keep kneading her cheeks and bringing you even deeper into her massive crack.
'Then again, he did fight admirably against the bully... I suppose I could spoil him a little' She smiled. The tickles your struggling body gave her, trying to 'swim' your way out of her undulating flesh were intoxicating and she couldn't help but crave more.
Unknown even to her, all this tickling had a side effect, one she didn't really notice until it was too late. A loud, rumbling fart that lasted several seconds suddenly escaped from her huge booty, making it ripple and vibrate much more intensely than when she was just kneading it. She gasped, she was too distracted with her own 'little game' that she failed to notice the large gas bubbles rushing their way down her gut.
'I forgot about mom's tuna egg rolls I had for breakfast... whoops...' She thought, feeling a little embarrassed, not so much because of the fart itself, she was actually proud of it, but rather, that there had been someone else when it happened, this was more of a secret 'hobby' of hers, initially developed to spite her mother, who considered flatulence as highly unladylike and not befitting of women of their social status, although she was arguably just as gassy as Orihime herself, so it was also rather hypocritical.
Her belly rumbled, announcing she needed to pass more gas to feel relief, and given that she already and went and farted on you, she shrugged and thought something along the lines of 'what the hell, might as well do it again' and let loose upon you for a second time. A louder thunderous blast echoed all around the bathroom and it lasted for nearly half a minute. She couldn't help but enjoy how her big booty rippled and vibrated from it as well.
"That's... gonna be our own little secret..." She said "Unless you'd like to make this your permanent living quarters" She chuckled and lightly patted her butt just as a third, equally massive booty blast escaped from the depths of her crack.
Even though you had essentially just tanked 3 hurricanes at what felt like point blank, you understood that this was the kind of thing you shouldn't tell anyone ever, even without her ominous (to you) warning. Though in all honesty this was the kind of thing you'd rather forget or take to the grave anyway. The smell of rotten eggs and fish, plus the now uncomfortable warmth that surrounded you were further reminders of what you'd be subjecting yourself to if you went and blabbed about it.
Orihime pulled her pants and underwear up, giving herself a bit of a wedgie even before she walked out of the bathroom. There was no denying that she was quite excited about her newest discoveries and 'acquisitions' and she decided she wouldn't have the patience to put up with school today.
Although she seldom did, she knew where to go and what routes to take to avoid being detected by the school's rather scarce staff, but even if she was detected it wasn't like they'd stop her, they knew too who she was, and perhaps the only person not afraid of her status was Principal Abalos, but she doubted she'd be patrolling around the school this early in the morning. She pulled her phone out and sent a quick text.
Right as she reached the school's outer walls, she climbed them up like it was no big deal, carrying her backpack and wooden katana even. She then gracefully landed on her feet, now on the other side, and there was a single car, a black and rather fancy one with dark tinted windows, waiting for her. The car's back left door opened automatically and she nonchalantly got inside and closed it.
"Are you feeling alright, Zaniki-sama?" A Japanese woman, who was elegantly dressed and sitting on the driver's seat asked.
"Yeah. I'm actually quite alright. But there are things I need to do and I'll explain it to you when we get back home" Orihime replied, to which her chauffeur nodded and began driving.
Against most expectations, the Zaniki family didn't settle in the Japanese neighborhoods around, nor any with a particularly notable Asian theme, instead, as the father posed as a rich, successful businessman, they lived in the fancier side of the city, roughly a 30 minute drive from your school if there was only light traffic. The drive was uneventful, as the chauffeur didn't ask any further questions, and only spoke when spoken to by Orihime, but it was mostly small talk.
Half an hour later, they arrived to the Zaniki household, which was a quite impressive mansion, or more like a massive estate. Rather than a single room, Orihime had what was essentially a whole house to herself, in which she could do pretty much as she pleased, and had her own staff who only answered to her and to her only, even if it was her parents who paid for it. The car's door opened and she got out, leaving her backpack but not her wooden katana inside. The chauffeur, who observed this, grabbed the backpack herself, and after closing the car's doors and locking them, accompanied her inside.
When she entered her personal mansion, Orihime was greeted by a tall, rather chubby woman with very ample curves, almost comically stuffed in an Office Lady-esque attire.
"Welcome back, Zaniki-sama" She respectfully bowed down, badly straining both her shirt and skirt in the process.
"Thanks! Morning, Etsuko!" Orihime greeted her with a happy attitude that would've been unbelievable to anyone from school, including yourself.
"Okay, Etsuko and Yui, we need to have a little staff meeting..." She then said "Please get Hitomi" She asked Yui, the chauffeur, who respectfully nodded, briefly bowed down and walked further into the mansion while Etsuko, the larger girl, straightened up.
"O-Oh... are you sick, Zaniki-sama?" She asked, as she found it a bit odd that Orihime called for a staff meeting and specifically requested Hitomi, who was her personal doctor though she also did many other things, owing to her vast intellect and many scientific qualifications. Among these were serving as the tech expert for nearly all of Orihime's needs, as well as overseeing her nutrition and athletic performance.
"You're the second to ask that, but no, I'm not sick at all, in fact, I'm feeling pretty good..." Orihime giggled and yawned while stretching her arms. A couple of minutes later, Yui came back with Hitomi, who was apparently in the middle of some researching work as she was wearing her labcoat still. Like the other two, she greeted her in a most respectful manner and bowed down. They went to Orihime's dining room, where they all took a seat.
"Alright, here's the thing... I made a very 'special' discovery at school today..." She said as she pulled out the shrinking gun that she had taken from Toxic Lily.
"And... what is that, Zaniki-sama?" Hitomi asked, completely caught off guard by the somewhat silly looking device.
"I believe the most fitting way to call this thing is... a shrink ray" Orihime replied.
"Huh?" All 3 of her servants were surprised by the wild claim, though they knew it wasn't likely she was joking.
"As you heard... this thing can make people very, very small... and here's the proof" She said as she nonchalantly reached for her crack and, with a little digging, owing to how large and heavy her cheeks were, she found you and pulled you out. The 3 Japanese women's eyes widened in shock, seeing you stretch and breathe...
Orihime couldn't help but shudder, as your tiny body tickled her when it fell into her crack and grazed her cheeks' sensitive inner side. She then clenched her butt and closed her eyes. It turned out far more pleasurable than she anticipated.
'A girl could get used to this' She jokingly thought.
"You know... not many boys can say they've gotten into a Princess' pants" She chuckled and patted her butt, watching in the mirror with delight how it wobbled and rippled.
'Did... did she make a joke?!' You thought, even more shocked by that than by the sheer absurdity of your predicament. Even though her massive booty muffled outside noises a lot, her voice still sounded clear enough for you to understand.
Orihime stopped to think for a moment. She knew well how Toxic Lily operated, and realized this was probably very similar to what she would've done with you.
'But there's a difference between just torturing him for the sake of it and just having him show a little gratitude to the one who saved him...' She thought, hoping to ease her own conscience with that line of reasoning.
She grabbed both of her cheeks and lightly kneaded them, feeling some more pleasurable tingles as she could feel in great detail your tiny form encased by her bountiful flesh. Her motions dragged you deeper into her crack even, which tickled her more.
'Hmm... Maybe to get so up close and personal with this kind of beauty is too much of a reward for him...' She thought with a smug smile, but she bit her bottom lip and decided to keep kneading her cheeks and bringing you even deeper into her massive crack.
'Then again, he did fight admirably against the bully... I suppose I could spoil him a little' She smiled. The tickles your struggling body gave her, trying to 'swim' your way out of her undulating flesh were intoxicating and she couldn't help but crave more.
Unknown even to her, all this tickling had a side effect, one she didn't really notice until it was too late. A loud, rumbling fart that lasted several seconds suddenly escaped from her huge booty, making it ripple and vibrate much more intensely than when she was just kneading it. She gasped, she was too distracted with her own 'little game' that she failed to notice the large gas bubbles rushing their way down her gut.
'I forgot about mom's tuna egg rolls I had for breakfast... whoops...' She thought, feeling a little embarrassed, not so much because of the fart itself, she was actually proud of it, but rather, that there had been someone else when it happened, this was more of a secret 'hobby' of hers, initially developed to spite her mother, who considered flatulence as highly unladylike and not befitting of women of their social status, although she was arguably just as gassy as Orihime herself, so it was also rather hypocritical.
Her belly rumbled, announcing she needed to pass more gas to feel relief, and given that she already and went and farted on you, she shrugged and thought something along the lines of 'what the hell, might as well do it again' and let loose upon you for a second time. A louder thunderous blast echoed all around the bathroom and it lasted for nearly half a minute. She couldn't help but enjoy how her big booty rippled and vibrated from it as well.
"That's... gonna be our own little secret..." She said "Unless you'd like to make this your permanent living quarters" She chuckled and lightly patted her butt just as a third, equally massive booty blast escaped from the depths of her crack.
Even though you had essentially just tanked 3 hurricanes at what felt like point blank, you understood that this was the kind of thing you shouldn't tell anyone ever, even without her ominous (to you) warning. Though in all honesty this was the kind of thing you'd rather forget or take to the grave anyway. The smell of rotten eggs and fish, plus the now uncomfortable warmth that surrounded you were further reminders of what you'd be subjecting yourself to if you went and blabbed about it.
Orihime pulled her pants and underwear up, giving herself a bit of a wedgie even before she walked out of the bathroom. There was no denying that she was quite excited about her newest discoveries and 'acquisitions' and she decided she wouldn't have the patience to put up with school today.
Although she seldom did, she knew where to go and what routes to take to avoid being detected by the school's rather scarce staff, but even if she was detected it wasn't like they'd stop her, they knew too who she was, and perhaps the only person not afraid of her status was Principal Abalos, but she doubted she'd be patrolling around the school this early in the morning. She pulled her phone out and sent a quick text.
Right as she reached the school's outer walls, she climbed them up like it was no big deal, carrying her backpack and wooden katana even. She then gracefully landed on her feet, now on the other side, and there was a single car, a black and rather fancy one with dark tinted windows, waiting for her. The car's back left door opened automatically and she nonchalantly got inside and closed it.
"Are you feeling alright, Zaniki-sama?" A Japanese woman, who was elegantly dressed and sitting on the driver's seat asked.
"Yeah. I'm actually quite alright. But there are things I need to do and I'll explain it to you when we get back home" Orihime replied, to which her chauffeur nodded and began driving.
Against most expectations, the Zaniki family didn't settle in the Japanese neighborhoods around, nor any with a particularly notable Asian theme, instead, as the father posed as a rich, successful businessman, they lived in the fancier side of the city, roughly a 30 minute drive from your school if there was only light traffic. The drive was uneventful, as the chauffeur didn't ask any further questions, and only spoke when spoken to by Orihime, but it was mostly small talk.
Half an hour later, they arrived to the Zaniki household, which was a quite impressive mansion, or more like a massive estate. Rather than a single room, Orihime had what was essentially a whole house to herself, in which she could do pretty much as she pleased, and had her own staff who only answered to her and to her only, even if it was her parents who paid for it. The car's door opened and she got out, leaving her backpack but not her wooden katana inside. The chauffeur, who observed this, grabbed the backpack herself, and after closing the car's doors and locking them, accompanied her inside.
When she entered her personal mansion, Orihime was greeted by a tall, rather chubby woman with very ample curves, almost comically stuffed in an Office Lady-esque attire.
"Welcome back, Zaniki-sama" She respectfully bowed down, badly straining both her shirt and skirt in the process.
"Thanks! Morning, Etsuko!" Orihime greeted her with a happy attitude that would've been unbelievable to anyone from school, including yourself.
"Okay, Etsuko and Yui, we need to have a little staff meeting..." She then said "Please get Hitomi" She asked Yui, the chauffeur, who respectfully nodded, briefly bowed down and walked further into the mansion while Etsuko, the larger girl, straightened up.
"O-Oh... are you sick, Zaniki-sama?" She asked, as she found it a bit odd that Orihime called for a staff meeting and specifically requested Hitomi, who was her personal doctor though she also did many other things, owing to her vast intellect and many scientific qualifications. Among these were serving as the tech expert for nearly all of Orihime's needs, as well as overseeing her nutrition and athletic performance.
"You're the second to ask that, but no, I'm not sick at all, in fact, I'm feeling pretty good..." Orihime giggled and yawned while stretching her arms. A couple of minutes later, Yui came back with Hitomi, who was apparently in the middle of some researching work as she was wearing her labcoat still. Like the other two, she greeted her in a most respectful manner and bowed down. They went to Orihime's dining room, where they all took a seat.
"Alright, here's the thing... I made a very 'special' discovery at school today..." She said as she pulled out the shrinking gun that she had taken from Toxic Lily.
"And... what is that, Zaniki-sama?" Hitomi asked, completely caught off guard by the somewhat silly looking device.
"I believe the most fitting way to call this thing is... a shrink ray" Orihime replied.
"Huh?" All 3 of her servants were surprised by the wild claim, though they knew it wasn't likely she was joking.
"As you heard... this thing can make people very, very small... and here's the proof" She said as she nonchalantly reached for her crack and, with a little digging, owing to how large and heavy her cheeks were, she found you and pulled you out. The 3 Japanese women's eyes widened in shock, seeing you stretch and breathe...
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