Possibly Worse than Naru...
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
If Naru would’ve hurt Keitaro, this girl would’ve wiped his very existence. Following the well-built leg up to its owner, Keitaro found himself looking at Motoko Aoyama, the most temperamental of the dorm. Naturally his first reaction was fear, after all Motoko nearly killed him regularly at normal size; but it was accompanied by a strange feeling, at least, strange given the circumstances, arousal. At his shrunken size the mere sight of a woman, a woman as attractive as Motoko at that, was simple awe rendering. She appeared like a Goddess, a higher being (Granted Keitaro’s self-esteem might’ve downplayed himself.) The woman tested the water with her foot, then slowly slid to the rocky ground as her other foot went in to join it. She showed a rare look of content as she relaxed herself.
Keitaro was more focused on his ogling, even if she was young, Motoko was a looker; and giant in a towel? It would’ve been an insult to ignore it. The girl’s well-endowed chest pushed against the towel just enough so it blocked a portion of her face from the shrunken perverts view; even he noticed the beads of sweat decorating her forehead. She must’ve just gotten back from her training…He’d seen the swordswoman in action before, she was unrivaled in skill. Beautiful as well as strong, a dangerous combination, especially given the situation. The young man remember the severity of the situation with that and motioned to swim away from the giantess, but at that time Motoko saw fit to remove the towel hiding her body; Keitaro never stood a chance. The moment the two mountains that were Motoko’s breasts entered the open air it was a wrap, Keitaro froze right in his tracks and stared at the two boulders of flesh. He stared at them with the perverted admiration that many of the Hinata House girls despised. It wasn’t just her breasts either, Keitaro used the moment to enjoy all of Motoko’s qualities. Her stern yet cute face, her large chest (Not as large as Naru’s though,) the well-built stomach, the lower lips decorated with a faint sign of hair, the two enormous fields that were her thighs, and the towers that were her legs, all the way down to her actually cute bare feet. All of it fresh with sweat that made it shimmer in the moonlight. No wonder Keitaro thought of her as a Goddess at first. Such a shame her butt was hidden from view by the edge of the Hot Spring though.
It was at that time Keitaro got a look at her butt too, Motoko rose back up to a small degree, just enough so that the little perv could make out the two massive cheeks she had in the back. He was enjoying himself too much to realize what it was Motoko was doing, not until it was too late. Keitaro followed the woman’s butt with a perverted nosebleed, so nicely built, so firm so…close? Keitaro pieced it together just as it was inches away from him; Motoko was getting into the Hot Spring!
Right away Keitaro began to swim for his life, a feeble attempt to flee from the Goddess above him. It didn’t do a lick of good, he covered maybe an inch a minute with his pathetic swimming, Motoko was covering an inch a second without even trying. In all honesty, it was a miracle Keitaro managed to get out of the way of Motoko’s rear, but he somehow did it. It was a bit of a shallow victory though, for the ripples caused from the rest of Motoko’s body formed, enormous waves that pushed the little school student away like he was nothing. If it wasn’t for the rock edges to the Hot Spring there was no telling how far away he would’ve gotten. He got lucky enough to have only been pushed to the other side of the Hot Spring, about a mile away from Motoko’s bathing self.
Man, at this rate I’ll die just trying to hide from her! Keitaro grumbled, donning a big bump on his head from hitting the edge of the spring. Motoko was liable to kill him without him even being caught! He looked to the girl, surprised a bit to see her so…so serene. Motoko always wore a trademark frown and/or a stern look, she always wore loose clothing that hid her body, she always seemed so cold. But right now, she looked so…different. She looked content, her body submerged in the water soaking away all her stress. It was like looking at a completely different person. Keitaro looked at her with a bit of adoration; she looked truly beautiful with the moonlit water around her, reflecting her image. With her breasts just floating near the surface at Keitaro’s level…he felt his nosebleed come back again. A very perverted idea came to mind, a very bad one as well. Motoko hadn’t noticed him yet, if he were to…swim over to her breasts she wouldn’t notice. Right? In his fit of perversion he thought so; Keitaro began swimming his way to the Goddess bathing.
It was about as tough a task as possible, every little motion Motoko made created a wave of ripples that were like tidal waves to the little pervert. Her legs moved occasionally underwater and threatened to kick Keitaro at some point. And truth be told his swimming left a lot to be desired. But somehow, someway, the tidal waves didn’t drown him, Motoko’s feet never found him, and Keitaro was successfully making headway. It wasn’t too long before her was right between the floating mammeries, grinning like the perverted idiot he was. Keitaro couldn’t help but bring himself up against a breast, embracing the entire thing with his whole body. The water kept him right at level with it, his lower body submerged with the portion of Motoko’s breast submerged, the upper body in the air along with the upper breast. He dug himself into the squishy surface. Of course, he was nude as well; so his privates rubbed against Motoko’s breast in a manner that stimulated his entire being. If he kept that up Keitaro was liable to lose control and let desire take control. The squishy flesh in his hands was enough to tempt him to grind a little further, he did so happily, even going so far as to plant a small kiss on the boob’s surface. It was good enough he tried it again…and again. He was basically digging his grave if Motoko caught him.
Speaking of the giantess, shortly after Keitaro began his perverted rampage she uttered a short, almost love-filled name. “Urashima….Keitaro.” Her cheeks were tinged red at the mere sound of his name.
Hearing his name caused Keitaro to stop and look to his gigantic friend, he’d never heard her speak like that before. Did she….Does she like me? He turned red at the thought. Maybe being tiny around Motoko wasn’t so bad after all, maybe…The idea stopped itself short when Keitaro realized he was slipping! The water must’ve made Motoko too slippery for what he was doing; desperately he clinged to the surface, holding it as tightly as he could. It was only a moment later he realized the water was still there, he was just losing his grip. The young man grew worried by what he had done, did Motoko feel anything? Would he be found? Given what had just happened maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing…
Regardless, something did happen next…
Keitaro was more focused on his ogling, even if she was young, Motoko was a looker; and giant in a towel? It would’ve been an insult to ignore it. The girl’s well-endowed chest pushed against the towel just enough so it blocked a portion of her face from the shrunken perverts view; even he noticed the beads of sweat decorating her forehead. She must’ve just gotten back from her training…He’d seen the swordswoman in action before, she was unrivaled in skill. Beautiful as well as strong, a dangerous combination, especially given the situation. The young man remember the severity of the situation with that and motioned to swim away from the giantess, but at that time Motoko saw fit to remove the towel hiding her body; Keitaro never stood a chance. The moment the two mountains that were Motoko’s breasts entered the open air it was a wrap, Keitaro froze right in his tracks and stared at the two boulders of flesh. He stared at them with the perverted admiration that many of the Hinata House girls despised. It wasn’t just her breasts either, Keitaro used the moment to enjoy all of Motoko’s qualities. Her stern yet cute face, her large chest (Not as large as Naru’s though,) the well-built stomach, the lower lips decorated with a faint sign of hair, the two enormous fields that were her thighs, and the towers that were her legs, all the way down to her actually cute bare feet. All of it fresh with sweat that made it shimmer in the moonlight. No wonder Keitaro thought of her as a Goddess at first. Such a shame her butt was hidden from view by the edge of the Hot Spring though.
It was at that time Keitaro got a look at her butt too, Motoko rose back up to a small degree, just enough so that the little perv could make out the two massive cheeks she had in the back. He was enjoying himself too much to realize what it was Motoko was doing, not until it was too late. Keitaro followed the woman’s butt with a perverted nosebleed, so nicely built, so firm so…close? Keitaro pieced it together just as it was inches away from him; Motoko was getting into the Hot Spring!
Right away Keitaro began to swim for his life, a feeble attempt to flee from the Goddess above him. It didn’t do a lick of good, he covered maybe an inch a minute with his pathetic swimming, Motoko was covering an inch a second without even trying. In all honesty, it was a miracle Keitaro managed to get out of the way of Motoko’s rear, but he somehow did it. It was a bit of a shallow victory though, for the ripples caused from the rest of Motoko’s body formed, enormous waves that pushed the little school student away like he was nothing. If it wasn’t for the rock edges to the Hot Spring there was no telling how far away he would’ve gotten. He got lucky enough to have only been pushed to the other side of the Hot Spring, about a mile away from Motoko’s bathing self.
Man, at this rate I’ll die just trying to hide from her! Keitaro grumbled, donning a big bump on his head from hitting the edge of the spring. Motoko was liable to kill him without him even being caught! He looked to the girl, surprised a bit to see her so…so serene. Motoko always wore a trademark frown and/or a stern look, she always wore loose clothing that hid her body, she always seemed so cold. But right now, she looked so…different. She looked content, her body submerged in the water soaking away all her stress. It was like looking at a completely different person. Keitaro looked at her with a bit of adoration; she looked truly beautiful with the moonlit water around her, reflecting her image. With her breasts just floating near the surface at Keitaro’s level…he felt his nosebleed come back again. A very perverted idea came to mind, a very bad one as well. Motoko hadn’t noticed him yet, if he were to…swim over to her breasts she wouldn’t notice. Right? In his fit of perversion he thought so; Keitaro began swimming his way to the Goddess bathing.
It was about as tough a task as possible, every little motion Motoko made created a wave of ripples that were like tidal waves to the little pervert. Her legs moved occasionally underwater and threatened to kick Keitaro at some point. And truth be told his swimming left a lot to be desired. But somehow, someway, the tidal waves didn’t drown him, Motoko’s feet never found him, and Keitaro was successfully making headway. It wasn’t too long before her was right between the floating mammeries, grinning like the perverted idiot he was. Keitaro couldn’t help but bring himself up against a breast, embracing the entire thing with his whole body. The water kept him right at level with it, his lower body submerged with the portion of Motoko’s breast submerged, the upper body in the air along with the upper breast. He dug himself into the squishy surface. Of course, he was nude as well; so his privates rubbed against Motoko’s breast in a manner that stimulated his entire being. If he kept that up Keitaro was liable to lose control and let desire take control. The squishy flesh in his hands was enough to tempt him to grind a little further, he did so happily, even going so far as to plant a small kiss on the boob’s surface. It was good enough he tried it again…and again. He was basically digging his grave if Motoko caught him.
Speaking of the giantess, shortly after Keitaro began his perverted rampage she uttered a short, almost love-filled name. “Urashima….Keitaro.” Her cheeks were tinged red at the mere sound of his name.
Hearing his name caused Keitaro to stop and look to his gigantic friend, he’d never heard her speak like that before. Did she….Does she like me? He turned red at the thought. Maybe being tiny around Motoko wasn’t so bad after all, maybe…The idea stopped itself short when Keitaro realized he was slipping! The water must’ve made Motoko too slippery for what he was doing; desperately he clinged to the surface, holding it as tightly as he could. It was only a moment later he realized the water was still there, he was just losing his grip. The young man grew worried by what he had done, did Motoko feel anything? Would he be found? Given what had just happened maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing…
Regardless, something did happen next…
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