Let's watch for more misadventures with Kei...
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
zarusexic
And Keizo took the remote and began to flip through the channels. One channel showed a Sumo competition and-
“Next.” Chided Sun-Sun as her hand was still on her groaning gut. Keizo’s eyes went to her.
“Um, okay.” He flipped again, seeing Ninja Warrior and-
“Next.”
And he obeyed. To a news channel, then a documentary on eating disorders, then another news channel, then an anime about schoolgirls with samurai swords.
“Preposterous,” snipped Sun-Sun as she tried to rub her stomach. “How can such girls wear such small clothing is beyond me.” She turned away losing her eyes. “Hussies.”
“It IS a cartoon you know.”
“What’s a cartoon?” Asked Sun-Sun. Keizo deadpanned.
“You’re joking right?” Keizo really couldn’t believe that a girl this pretty and supposedly high-strung could be so…out of the times…
“I’m serious. What IS a cartoon?” She inquired further, leaning forward towards him with narrowed eyes. “Ah!” She leaned back, as her stomach pained her when she leaned forward.
“You alright?” Asked Keizo. Sun-Sun merely looked away.
“It’s all your fault…you must have put a spell or some sorts on the lasagna,” murmured the girl. Keizo shrugged as he turned back and aimed to change the channel. Now it was a show on sparkling boys who didn’t seem to know the concept of personal space. Keizo changed it again, and appeared some sort of super robot show. As the opening credits played, he felt a tapping on his shoulder and he turned, seeing the frowning Sun-Sun.
“The pain in my stomach seems to be at ease when I rub it,” she said matter of fact. “Since you’re taking responsibility, rub it.”
Keizo heard a penny drop somewhere as the corny credits played, probably something in tune with Obari or some cheesy sequence.
“Say what?”
“Did I stutter.” She lifted up her school shirt a little, revealing her stuffed Italian food baby. “Rub my stomach and make the digestion flow easier. Had you had stopped me this wouldn’t be happening.” Sun-Sun said with narrowed eyes. “Now chop-chop.”
Keizo’ s mouth was open. This girl was so…weird…and to ask for a belly rub?
“A-a-are you sure?” He stuttered for real. “I-I mean I-“ Sun-Sun rolled her eyes and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her taut round gut.
“Was that so hard? Why are you stuttering all of a sudden? It’s just a rub,” said the girl.
“It’s just that…” Keizo blushed. “I never really touched a girl before…”
Sun-Sun merely looked to the side, rolling her eyes. “I don’t really care about your past to be honest. I do appreciate you giving me housing and learning about the television and for the meal, but a simple belly rub is something you’re having trouble providing or is that you don’t know how to do it?”
“I-I know how it’s just…are you like TOTALLY okay with this? Like, ‘not gonna call the cops or cry rape’ okay?”
“What are ‘cops’ and no this isn’t sexual assault. I am content with you rubbing my stomach to help with the digestive process, now get to it if you will,” she demanded with a regal tone and Keizo gave a deep inhale and exhale.
“Well…here goes…” He placed his other hand on her gut and slowly began to massage, ignoring the old man’s narration in the background. At first Sun-Sun showed no displays but as Keizo looked up to her regal sculptured face her face was endured or something.
“you okay?”
“O-Of course. It’s just…” She looked to the side again, a tint of pink on her cheeks. “I never felt a feeling akin to this before.”
“You and me both sister,” replied Keizo as he kneaded her tummy back and forth, feeling how taut and packed with his cooking. He could hear a groan of relief from Sun-Sun, and as the female-voicing-a-young-male-in-a-giant robot fought down some mooks in the background, Keizo focused primarily on her taut stomach.
“D-Does it feel okay?” He asked, pink on his cheeks. Sun-Sun felt the same though she didn’t make eye contact.
“It feels…satisfactory…Please continue.”
“O-Okay…” And as the calling-out-your-attacks and the raspy old villain summoned more mooks, the protagonist’s friends appearing in their robots, and forming some super megazord robot, Keizo kept focusing primarily on her stomach and how his fingers went to-and-fro…
And blushed even more when he heard her groans became whimpers.
As the silent belly rub continued, the show ended with the ominous music and a “to be continued” or something and Keizo turned his head to see the clock. Half past nine.
“Oh boy,” he said. “I gotta get to sleep.” He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Sun-Sun’s slightly pleasured face bore a slight scowl but understood that he had priorities and had to leave for college early in the morning.
“Tomorrow is your early day correct?” She asked as she sat up lady-like, but still kept a hand on her tummy. The pain has minimized greatly, and she did admit he was a good massager like that, but she maintained her composure.
“Yeah. I just have class at 7 am then I’m out at 11. Wanna go around Ota tomorrow? Maybe head to Tokyo and catch a movie?”
“A movie?” Asked Sun-Sun.
As Keizo started to prepare a small breakfast for time tomorrow he sighed.
--
That night, Sun-Sun slept on the couch and Keizo in his room. As she slept and dreamed, her food baby has begun to do it’s job, digesting into energy, and as Sun-Sun is lounging about all day, the energy becomes wasted and transforms into body fat.
She turned a little as a slight growl rumbled from her stomach
“Next.” Chided Sun-Sun as her hand was still on her groaning gut. Keizo’s eyes went to her.
“Um, okay.” He flipped again, seeing Ninja Warrior and-
“Next.”
And he obeyed. To a news channel, then a documentary on eating disorders, then another news channel, then an anime about schoolgirls with samurai swords.
“Preposterous,” snipped Sun-Sun as she tried to rub her stomach. “How can such girls wear such small clothing is beyond me.” She turned away losing her eyes. “Hussies.”
“It IS a cartoon you know.”
“What’s a cartoon?” Asked Sun-Sun. Keizo deadpanned.
“You’re joking right?” Keizo really couldn’t believe that a girl this pretty and supposedly high-strung could be so…out of the times…
“I’m serious. What IS a cartoon?” She inquired further, leaning forward towards him with narrowed eyes. “Ah!” She leaned back, as her stomach pained her when she leaned forward.
“You alright?” Asked Keizo. Sun-Sun merely looked away.
“It’s all your fault…you must have put a spell or some sorts on the lasagna,” murmured the girl. Keizo shrugged as he turned back and aimed to change the channel. Now it was a show on sparkling boys who didn’t seem to know the concept of personal space. Keizo changed it again, and appeared some sort of super robot show. As the opening credits played, he felt a tapping on his shoulder and he turned, seeing the frowning Sun-Sun.
“The pain in my stomach seems to be at ease when I rub it,” she said matter of fact. “Since you’re taking responsibility, rub it.”
Keizo heard a penny drop somewhere as the corny credits played, probably something in tune with Obari or some cheesy sequence.
“Say what?”
“Did I stutter.” She lifted up her school shirt a little, revealing her stuffed Italian food baby. “Rub my stomach and make the digestion flow easier. Had you had stopped me this wouldn’t be happening.” Sun-Sun said with narrowed eyes. “Now chop-chop.”
Keizo’ s mouth was open. This girl was so…weird…and to ask for a belly rub?
“A-a-are you sure?” He stuttered for real. “I-I mean I-“ Sun-Sun rolled her eyes and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her taut round gut.
“Was that so hard? Why are you stuttering all of a sudden? It’s just a rub,” said the girl.
“It’s just that…” Keizo blushed. “I never really touched a girl before…”
Sun-Sun merely looked to the side, rolling her eyes. “I don’t really care about your past to be honest. I do appreciate you giving me housing and learning about the television and for the meal, but a simple belly rub is something you’re having trouble providing or is that you don’t know how to do it?”
“I-I know how it’s just…are you like TOTALLY okay with this? Like, ‘not gonna call the cops or cry rape’ okay?”
“What are ‘cops’ and no this isn’t sexual assault. I am content with you rubbing my stomach to help with the digestive process, now get to it if you will,” she demanded with a regal tone and Keizo gave a deep inhale and exhale.
“Well…here goes…” He placed his other hand on her gut and slowly began to massage, ignoring the old man’s narration in the background. At first Sun-Sun showed no displays but as Keizo looked up to her regal sculptured face her face was endured or something.
“you okay?”
“O-Of course. It’s just…” She looked to the side again, a tint of pink on her cheeks. “I never felt a feeling akin to this before.”
“You and me both sister,” replied Keizo as he kneaded her tummy back and forth, feeling how taut and packed with his cooking. He could hear a groan of relief from Sun-Sun, and as the female-voicing-a-young-male-in-a-giant robot fought down some mooks in the background, Keizo focused primarily on her taut stomach.
“D-Does it feel okay?” He asked, pink on his cheeks. Sun-Sun felt the same though she didn’t make eye contact.
“It feels…satisfactory…Please continue.”
“O-Okay…” And as the calling-out-your-attacks and the raspy old villain summoned more mooks, the protagonist’s friends appearing in their robots, and forming some super megazord robot, Keizo kept focusing primarily on her stomach and how his fingers went to-and-fro…
And blushed even more when he heard her groans became whimpers.
As the silent belly rub continued, the show ended with the ominous music and a “to be continued” or something and Keizo turned his head to see the clock. Half past nine.
“Oh boy,” he said. “I gotta get to sleep.” He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Sun-Sun’s slightly pleasured face bore a slight scowl but understood that he had priorities and had to leave for college early in the morning.
“Tomorrow is your early day correct?” She asked as she sat up lady-like, but still kept a hand on her tummy. The pain has minimized greatly, and she did admit he was a good massager like that, but she maintained her composure.
“Yeah. I just have class at 7 am then I’m out at 11. Wanna go around Ota tomorrow? Maybe head to Tokyo and catch a movie?”
“A movie?” Asked Sun-Sun.
As Keizo started to prepare a small breakfast for time tomorrow he sighed.
--
That night, Sun-Sun slept on the couch and Keizo in his room. As she slept and dreamed, her food baby has begun to do it’s job, digesting into energy, and as Sun-Sun is lounging about all day, the energy becomes wasted and transforms into body fat.
She turned a little as a slight growl rumbled from her stomach
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