Giants are in Charge
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 38
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ichigo watched with fascination as Orihime danced around the empty street with a tank in her hand. The childlike giantess was throwing the tank around like a toy, making boom noises as she pretended it was firing. Several men had dashed into the tank before Orihime picked it up, but two unlucky men had been left behind to cling for deal life to the side of the flying tank. The men hanging from the outside were in danger and normally Ichigo wouldn’t hesitate to help them. However, Ichigo remained still and just kept staring vacantly at Orihime. Maybe the reason he didn’t stop her was because he couldn’t bring himself to make his lover unhappy if only for a moment or maybe he just didn’t care about people anymore, but most likely, he just couldn’t bring himself to stop Orihime from jumping all around like a hyperactive child. His eyes were firmly locked on her huge, bouncy breasts as she moved through the street.
“WWWWHHHHHEEEEEE! I love playing army!” Orihime giggled riotously as she tossed the tank into the air. Ichigo watched the tank go up several hundred feet and then come roaring down. He winced in anticipation for the tank crashing into the ground and the men inside taking a trip to the Soul Society. At the last second, Orihime caught the tank in her hand and placed it gently on the roof of a building beside her. She grinned merrily at the men inside and out of the tank, watching them look up at her with fright and awe.
With no more jiggling boobies, Ichigo was able to look away from Orihime. He looked at the small army at his feet, who had done nothing while they’re comrades were tossed around like toys. On every solders face was a look of both astonishment and amazement. When these men had heard that two giant monsters were stomping through Japan, they thought they’d be facing Godzilla and Mothra, not two teens. After the shock of seeing people a hundred times bigger then them wore off, the various soldiers became mesmerized by something else. Judging by the glazed look in their eyes, the drool running down their chins and the blood coming from their noses, the men were mesmerized by the same thing that was on Ichigo’s mind, namely the sexpot dancing around the street.
“Hey! You looking at my girl!” With a loud stomp, Ichigo put his foot down a few feet from where the army was standing, several soldiers lost balance and fell over, several guys turned tail and ran. All the rest that hadn’t fallen over or left, looked up at Ichigo’s angry face. Around Ichigo’s high school he was known for his scary face, which had earned him the fear of the entire junior and even most of the senior class. Ichigo’s face was scary when he was just a high school student, but now that he was a giant, his face could scare the devil.
One brave soldier lifted his bullhorn and tried feebly to order Ichigo to stand down again. “Stand down or we’ll…. We’ll…We’ll”
As he spoke, Ichigo had bent over and brought his huge right in front of the tiny soldier. The men beside the brave soldier backed away before the billboard sized mug as it came down to glare at the foolish man. One look at the furious eyes and deep scowl on Ichigo’s face sent the brave, but really, really stupid soldier to lala land. Ichigo huffed in indignation that the man passed out before he could intimidate him further. As he knelled before the terrified army, a silent predator crept up on him and jumped him from behind.
“Are you scaring the wittle Army, my big bad boyfriend?” Orihime planted a peck on Ichigo’s neck as she clung to his back. The angry expression on Ichigo’s face disappeared, he was grinning again, but it wasn’t a happy grin. He lifted himself back to his full height with Orihime hanging from his neck. Grabbing Orihime’s hand, he spun her around so he was face to face with her. Ichigo pulled Orihime close and pressed his lips tightly against hers. They hungrily kissed, a primal urge had gone off in Ichigo at the sight of all those men staring at his girl. Orihime belonged to him, they could look, but they could never believe for a second that they could posses her.
“Sorry I was scaring your toys. I just wanted them to know who the boss around here is,” Ichigo explained after he broke the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Orihime’s waist, feeling her soft body push against his chiseled chest. Orihime looked at him playfully, running her hands over his back as she pulled her lips to his ear.
“I don’t mind if you intimidate the toys, but let me play as well. I want to have fun too.” Orihime pulled away from Ichigo and pouted cutely at him. A deep laugh burst from Ichigo and he patted Orihime on the head lightly. The couple shared a laugh and then their eyes fell on the silent army. Matching wicked grins were on both of their faces as they looked at the helpless people before them.
Somewhere deep in Ichigo’s psyche, two pairs of eyes watched with mutual interest as Ichigo stared at the army. One of the beings in Ichigo’s mind sighed and shook his head; making a silent prayer that no one was killed. The other being had a bucket of popcorn in his lap and was waiting eagerly for the fireworks to start. Both beings said nothing, knowing that words could not stop the testosterone rampage Ichigo was on. All they could was watch and either pray or cheer at the spectacle going on before them.
“WWWWHHHHHEEEEEE! I love playing army!” Orihime giggled riotously as she tossed the tank into the air. Ichigo watched the tank go up several hundred feet and then come roaring down. He winced in anticipation for the tank crashing into the ground and the men inside taking a trip to the Soul Society. At the last second, Orihime caught the tank in her hand and placed it gently on the roof of a building beside her. She grinned merrily at the men inside and out of the tank, watching them look up at her with fright and awe.
With no more jiggling boobies, Ichigo was able to look away from Orihime. He looked at the small army at his feet, who had done nothing while they’re comrades were tossed around like toys. On every solders face was a look of both astonishment and amazement. When these men had heard that two giant monsters were stomping through Japan, they thought they’d be facing Godzilla and Mothra, not two teens. After the shock of seeing people a hundred times bigger then them wore off, the various soldiers became mesmerized by something else. Judging by the glazed look in their eyes, the drool running down their chins and the blood coming from their noses, the men were mesmerized by the same thing that was on Ichigo’s mind, namely the sexpot dancing around the street.
“Hey! You looking at my girl!” With a loud stomp, Ichigo put his foot down a few feet from where the army was standing, several soldiers lost balance and fell over, several guys turned tail and ran. All the rest that hadn’t fallen over or left, looked up at Ichigo’s angry face. Around Ichigo’s high school he was known for his scary face, which had earned him the fear of the entire junior and even most of the senior class. Ichigo’s face was scary when he was just a high school student, but now that he was a giant, his face could scare the devil.
One brave soldier lifted his bullhorn and tried feebly to order Ichigo to stand down again. “Stand down or we’ll…. We’ll…We’ll”
As he spoke, Ichigo had bent over and brought his huge right in front of the tiny soldier. The men beside the brave soldier backed away before the billboard sized mug as it came down to glare at the foolish man. One look at the furious eyes and deep scowl on Ichigo’s face sent the brave, but really, really stupid soldier to lala land. Ichigo huffed in indignation that the man passed out before he could intimidate him further. As he knelled before the terrified army, a silent predator crept up on him and jumped him from behind.
“Are you scaring the wittle Army, my big bad boyfriend?” Orihime planted a peck on Ichigo’s neck as she clung to his back. The angry expression on Ichigo’s face disappeared, he was grinning again, but it wasn’t a happy grin. He lifted himself back to his full height with Orihime hanging from his neck. Grabbing Orihime’s hand, he spun her around so he was face to face with her. Ichigo pulled Orihime close and pressed his lips tightly against hers. They hungrily kissed, a primal urge had gone off in Ichigo at the sight of all those men staring at his girl. Orihime belonged to him, they could look, but they could never believe for a second that they could posses her.
“Sorry I was scaring your toys. I just wanted them to know who the boss around here is,” Ichigo explained after he broke the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Orihime’s waist, feeling her soft body push against his chiseled chest. Orihime looked at him playfully, running her hands over his back as she pulled her lips to his ear.
“I don’t mind if you intimidate the toys, but let me play as well. I want to have fun too.” Orihime pulled away from Ichigo and pouted cutely at him. A deep laugh burst from Ichigo and he patted Orihime on the head lightly. The couple shared a laugh and then their eyes fell on the silent army. Matching wicked grins were on both of their faces as they looked at the helpless people before them.
Somewhere deep in Ichigo’s psyche, two pairs of eyes watched with mutual interest as Ichigo stared at the army. One of the beings in Ichigo’s mind sighed and shook his head; making a silent prayer that no one was killed. The other being had a bucket of popcorn in his lap and was waiting eagerly for the fireworks to start. Both beings said nothing, knowing that words could not stop the testosterone rampage Ichigo was on. All they could was watch and either pray or cheer at the spectacle going on before them.
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