Not Our Little Mihoshi Anymore
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Washu wasn’t going to budge, something was more then off about the ditzy blonde, you don’t just shoot up more then three-feet and go on like nothings different. Washu stared up at the Amazon beauty with mild contempt. Mihoshi’s doe eyes weren’t on Washu, but on Sasami, calmly asking all the details about supper. It only further aggravated Washu to see Mihoshi brush her aside her inquiry like it was nothing. Snapping her fingers, Mihoshi’s head swerved towards the small redhead, who gazed up at her with a big frown.
“Now is not the time to eat. Something is wrong with your body and I’m going to find out. Come on, we’re going to get to the bottom of this.” Washu grabbed Mihoshi’s hand, her tiny fist was only able to wrap around three of Mihoshi’s fingers, and started dragging her towards the house. Mihoshi didn’t put up a fight at first, she just stumbled along behind Washu. Mihoshi had always listened to Washu and even though she was hungry, she would listen again. As Mihoshi submitted to Washu’s wishes, someone or more precisely something, didn’t agree. All it took was a gentle prod to her cerebrum to make Mihoshi rip her huge hand free from Washu’s grasp. Placing her hands on her hips, Mihoshi gave Washu her own glare.
“Listen, Washu, I’m fine physically, but I’m really hungry. You can do whatever you want to me after we eat. If you have any questions you want to ask me, you can wait until we’re all seated at the dining room table. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to change out of these rags.”
Lifting her head up, Mihoshi strutted off, leaving Washu frozen after being verbally beaten down by someone she considered not her intellectual equal. Tenchi and Sasami had watched from the back, both left speechless by the maturity and intelligence behind Mihoshi’s words. The blonde-haired person woman one for speeches, but she’d some how slammed one of the universes greatest minds.
“Man, who gave Mihoshi a spine?” Tenchi asked and scratched the back of his head. Sasami nodded, never expecting to see Mihoshi stand up for herself like that as well. It seemed her size change wasn’t the only thing that was different about Mihoshi. Both of them briefly had to think, how out of the ordinary was Mihoshi?
“Ouchy!” Everyone looked towards the front door when they heard the loud cry. Stumbling back from the open door was Mihoshi, rubbing her head and saying she’d have to remembered to duck now. Tenchi and Sasami quickly covered their mouths to stop themselves from laughing at the stroke of bad luck their eight-foot friend had just had.
“Guess no matter how big and mature she is, she’ll always be our Mihoshi,” Tenchi chuckled softly, while shaking his head. They headed back to the house for Tenchi to change out of his dirty gardening clothes and for Sasami to get the final touches done on supper. Washu slowly followed behind them, grumbling about ‘blonds’ and ‘disrespect’.
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Fifteen minutes later, everyone was coming to the dinner for supper. Ryoko and Ayeka both got there at the same time and right away started fighting over who would get to sit with Tenchi. It was when both Ayeka and Ryoko were nearly going to get physical that Mihoshi came down the stairs. No one had any clothes that would fit her eight-foot frame, so Mihoshi had been forced to change into one of Tenchi’s father’s old robes. It fit Mihoshi, but just barely. It ended somewhere mid-thigh and when Mihoshi briefly lifted her legs, she’d flash her panties. It also didn’t completely cover her chest, exposing the top of her breasts and enough cleavage to get everyone’s attention. Mihoshi softly came down the stairs, a blush on her tanned cheeks and she took the closest seat available, the one right beside Tenchi. Normally, anyone that scantily dressed sitting next to Tenchi would put Ryoko and Ayeka up in arms, but the shock of seeing Mihoshi huge silenced them both. Everyone got seated and dug in.
Mihoshi ate with much gusto. Forgoing the use of chopsticks, which looked like toothpicks in her hand and just tilting her plate back above her head and letting the food slide into her mouth. Her eating habits were both disgusting and compelling as everyone stopped eating and watched Mihoshi swallow a whole steak in one bite. Mihoshi literally licked her plate clean before noticing all the eyes on her.
“Wha?” She asked with a mouthful of food.
Wincing at the vulgar display, Washu sighed and looked at Mihoshi intensely. “I think everyone is wonder first, if you were raised in a barn and second why are you as tall as an elephant?”
“Oh yes, my growth spurt,” Mihoshi responded shyly. She had promised to tell everyone and here everybody was. Taking a deep breath, Mihoshi collected her thoughts and explained why she was eight feet tall.
“Now is not the time to eat. Something is wrong with your body and I’m going to find out. Come on, we’re going to get to the bottom of this.” Washu grabbed Mihoshi’s hand, her tiny fist was only able to wrap around three of Mihoshi’s fingers, and started dragging her towards the house. Mihoshi didn’t put up a fight at first, she just stumbled along behind Washu. Mihoshi had always listened to Washu and even though she was hungry, she would listen again. As Mihoshi submitted to Washu’s wishes, someone or more precisely something, didn’t agree. All it took was a gentle prod to her cerebrum to make Mihoshi rip her huge hand free from Washu’s grasp. Placing her hands on her hips, Mihoshi gave Washu her own glare.
“Listen, Washu, I’m fine physically, but I’m really hungry. You can do whatever you want to me after we eat. If you have any questions you want to ask me, you can wait until we’re all seated at the dining room table. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to change out of these rags.”
Lifting her head up, Mihoshi strutted off, leaving Washu frozen after being verbally beaten down by someone she considered not her intellectual equal. Tenchi and Sasami had watched from the back, both left speechless by the maturity and intelligence behind Mihoshi’s words. The blonde-haired person woman one for speeches, but she’d some how slammed one of the universes greatest minds.
“Man, who gave Mihoshi a spine?” Tenchi asked and scratched the back of his head. Sasami nodded, never expecting to see Mihoshi stand up for herself like that as well. It seemed her size change wasn’t the only thing that was different about Mihoshi. Both of them briefly had to think, how out of the ordinary was Mihoshi?
“Ouchy!” Everyone looked towards the front door when they heard the loud cry. Stumbling back from the open door was Mihoshi, rubbing her head and saying she’d have to remembered to duck now. Tenchi and Sasami quickly covered their mouths to stop themselves from laughing at the stroke of bad luck their eight-foot friend had just had.
“Guess no matter how big and mature she is, she’ll always be our Mihoshi,” Tenchi chuckled softly, while shaking his head. They headed back to the house for Tenchi to change out of his dirty gardening clothes and for Sasami to get the final touches done on supper. Washu slowly followed behind them, grumbling about ‘blonds’ and ‘disrespect’.
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Fifteen minutes later, everyone was coming to the dinner for supper. Ryoko and Ayeka both got there at the same time and right away started fighting over who would get to sit with Tenchi. It was when both Ayeka and Ryoko were nearly going to get physical that Mihoshi came down the stairs. No one had any clothes that would fit her eight-foot frame, so Mihoshi had been forced to change into one of Tenchi’s father’s old robes. It fit Mihoshi, but just barely. It ended somewhere mid-thigh and when Mihoshi briefly lifted her legs, she’d flash her panties. It also didn’t completely cover her chest, exposing the top of her breasts and enough cleavage to get everyone’s attention. Mihoshi softly came down the stairs, a blush on her tanned cheeks and she took the closest seat available, the one right beside Tenchi. Normally, anyone that scantily dressed sitting next to Tenchi would put Ryoko and Ayeka up in arms, but the shock of seeing Mihoshi huge silenced them both. Everyone got seated and dug in.
Mihoshi ate with much gusto. Forgoing the use of chopsticks, which looked like toothpicks in her hand and just tilting her plate back above her head and letting the food slide into her mouth. Her eating habits were both disgusting and compelling as everyone stopped eating and watched Mihoshi swallow a whole steak in one bite. Mihoshi literally licked her plate clean before noticing all the eyes on her.
“Wha?” She asked with a mouthful of food.
Wincing at the vulgar display, Washu sighed and looked at Mihoshi intensely. “I think everyone is wonder first, if you were raised in a barn and second why are you as tall as an elephant?”
“Oh yes, my growth spurt,” Mihoshi responded shyly. She had promised to tell everyone and here everybody was. Taking a deep breath, Mihoshi collected her thoughts and explained why she was eight feet tall.
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