Booty Shakin'
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Slipping on her gloves, and tying on a bandanna, Winry slipped into her most natural state. With a wrench in one hand, and a blow torch in the other, nothing could keep the smile off her face. Once again, the town’s best automail repair girl was open for business, and so long as Ed didn’t show up with an obliterated arm or leg, she knew her day would be splendid. Al was hoping that the same could be said for him.
“Well, this isn’t so bad. I mean, she’s going to be busy for a while, so I guess I just get to relax.” Al assured himself. Knowing how impressive her skills were, he knew that Winry had a full workload in front of her, even if he couldn’t see it. Of course, he couldn’t see much of anything now that Winry was wearing more than just him. Being once again in the dark was a lot more enjoyable as her body heat continued to flow through him. That combined with her movement made Al feel like he was getting a full body massage, and the pleasure quickly grew when Winry took a seat. “Oooooooh!” Al’s nonexistent eyes rolled back into his nonexistent head; there was no pain as he was partially crushed by her butt cheeks. Every ounce of them delivered greater pleasure the more that they bore down on top of him. As soon as she sat down, Winry nearly dropped her wrench as Al shuddered while crying out. It was only for a second, thus allowing the somewhat confused girl to get to work.
Sparks soon started to fly, in more ways than one for the unaware duo. As Winry blowtorched her most recent project, the heat soon began to make her sweat. It wasn’t much, but only to her. Down towards her most private areas, Al began to notice that his full body massage seemed to become replaced with a steam room. The air around him became thicker, as a new scent permeated his invisible nostrils. His soul quickly became aware that he was smelling Winry’s sweat, and suddenly he gasped as he felt his body becoming damp. Once again, it was hardly noticeable to the one who had a human body, but to the one with a panty body, he felt like he was being soaked. The shock hit Al hard…but only for a moment. Before he could freak out again, he paused and tried to look at the situation first before responding. What he came to realize was something that would have made him blush intensely if he still had a face. Winry’s sweat smelled good! And it felt great!
Once again, what should either be unimportant or unappealing to most people made Al exclaim out his happiness. Another sensation that he had not known for so many years left him feeling no revulsion whatsoever. Winry might as well have been sweating perfume in his opinion. Al took a big whiff, and as he exhaled, he sighed in delight, “Yep, if I have to, I can just blame brother.”
“Hmmm…I don’t get it. Something’s off.” Winry said to herself. She paused from her work as she found herself not getting the same satisfaction she normally did out of her career. She felt distracted, and was a bit too far in denial to admit what she had been blushing about earlier. Noticing a radio sitting nearby her, a smile perked up her lovely features, “Ah, maybe some music is what I need.” Flipping on the nob, the strumming of a guitar soon delighted her ears, and got her bouncing her head to the beat. Soon though, she was bouncing a whole lot more, as she began to shake her seated booty to the lyrics.
“Well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch body. I know that not everybody has got a body like you.” As the singers tunes kept on coming, Al found them all to appropriate to his circumstances. Not that he could focus on the music all that much though. He was far too busy losing his mind thanks to Winry’s butt. Every shift to the left, every shift to the right, every move she made got her buns to clench and jiggle inside her new undies, and they could not be happier about that. He panties were being bombarded in their POV by so much weight of fat and muscle, with each meaty globe bouncing and wobbling tightly and strongly against the form they stretched. Oh, it was bliss for the panties.
“Yes! Yahoo!” Al kept on switching back and forth from delight, to much naughtier thoughts that he had no time to even think about. Just as Winry lost herself in the fun song, Al lost himself in sensations that would have made his toes curl. The best part for him was the part of him that was trapped in between Winry’s booty halves, as they were grinded into the hardest, with the heat and sweat from her crack soaking him in even more pleasure than he thought possible. Al’s world became nothing but the delights of booty and his own blissful outcries, and soon, even Winry became lost in thought as well.
“Baby! I know you’re asking me to stay. Say please, please, please, don’t go away. You say I’m giving you the blues. Maybe!!! You mean every word you say, can’t help but think of yesterday, and another who tied me down to loverboy rules.” Winry’s dancing suddenly came to a halt, as she now became the one finding the irony in the lyrics she was hearing. Yet again, a certain short-fused, and all around small blonde boy became the center of her thoughts, and so did the fact that he had sent her such a nice pair of panties. Winry bit her lip, and wondered if she was ever going to be able to focus on anything else again.
“Well, this isn’t so bad. I mean, she’s going to be busy for a while, so I guess I just get to relax.” Al assured himself. Knowing how impressive her skills were, he knew that Winry had a full workload in front of her, even if he couldn’t see it. Of course, he couldn’t see much of anything now that Winry was wearing more than just him. Being once again in the dark was a lot more enjoyable as her body heat continued to flow through him. That combined with her movement made Al feel like he was getting a full body massage, and the pleasure quickly grew when Winry took a seat. “Oooooooh!” Al’s nonexistent eyes rolled back into his nonexistent head; there was no pain as he was partially crushed by her butt cheeks. Every ounce of them delivered greater pleasure the more that they bore down on top of him. As soon as she sat down, Winry nearly dropped her wrench as Al shuddered while crying out. It was only for a second, thus allowing the somewhat confused girl to get to work.
Sparks soon started to fly, in more ways than one for the unaware duo. As Winry blowtorched her most recent project, the heat soon began to make her sweat. It wasn’t much, but only to her. Down towards her most private areas, Al began to notice that his full body massage seemed to become replaced with a steam room. The air around him became thicker, as a new scent permeated his invisible nostrils. His soul quickly became aware that he was smelling Winry’s sweat, and suddenly he gasped as he felt his body becoming damp. Once again, it was hardly noticeable to the one who had a human body, but to the one with a panty body, he felt like he was being soaked. The shock hit Al hard…but only for a moment. Before he could freak out again, he paused and tried to look at the situation first before responding. What he came to realize was something that would have made him blush intensely if he still had a face. Winry’s sweat smelled good! And it felt great!
Once again, what should either be unimportant or unappealing to most people made Al exclaim out his happiness. Another sensation that he had not known for so many years left him feeling no revulsion whatsoever. Winry might as well have been sweating perfume in his opinion. Al took a big whiff, and as he exhaled, he sighed in delight, “Yep, if I have to, I can just blame brother.”
“Hmmm…I don’t get it. Something’s off.” Winry said to herself. She paused from her work as she found herself not getting the same satisfaction she normally did out of her career. She felt distracted, and was a bit too far in denial to admit what she had been blushing about earlier. Noticing a radio sitting nearby her, a smile perked up her lovely features, “Ah, maybe some music is what I need.” Flipping on the nob, the strumming of a guitar soon delighted her ears, and got her bouncing her head to the beat. Soon though, she was bouncing a whole lot more, as she began to shake her seated booty to the lyrics.
“Well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch body. I know that not everybody has got a body like you.” As the singers tunes kept on coming, Al found them all to appropriate to his circumstances. Not that he could focus on the music all that much though. He was far too busy losing his mind thanks to Winry’s butt. Every shift to the left, every shift to the right, every move she made got her buns to clench and jiggle inside her new undies, and they could not be happier about that. He panties were being bombarded in their POV by so much weight of fat and muscle, with each meaty globe bouncing and wobbling tightly and strongly against the form they stretched. Oh, it was bliss for the panties.
“Yes! Yahoo!” Al kept on switching back and forth from delight, to much naughtier thoughts that he had no time to even think about. Just as Winry lost herself in the fun song, Al lost himself in sensations that would have made his toes curl. The best part for him was the part of him that was trapped in between Winry’s booty halves, as they were grinded into the hardest, with the heat and sweat from her crack soaking him in even more pleasure than he thought possible. Al’s world became nothing but the delights of booty and his own blissful outcries, and soon, even Winry became lost in thought as well.
“Baby! I know you’re asking me to stay. Say please, please, please, don’t go away. You say I’m giving you the blues. Maybe!!! You mean every word you say, can’t help but think of yesterday, and another who tied me down to loverboy rules.” Winry’s dancing suddenly came to a halt, as she now became the one finding the irony in the lyrics she was hearing. Yet again, a certain short-fused, and all around small blonde boy became the center of her thoughts, and so did the fact that he had sent her such a nice pair of panties. Winry bit her lip, and wondered if she was ever going to be able to focus on anything else again.
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