Do Mamimi Diddy Dum Diddy Do
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Finally, FINALLY, the last bell of the day rang and everybody bolted for the door. Everybody except Naota who's mind had continued to drift back to Haruko again and again through the day.
With an angry sigh he finally stood up and slung his knapsack over his shoulder. He did so a little more roughly than he should have considering it's cargo; but he was angry at his father for being a constant physical reminder of his increasingly strange thoughts. Now he was going to have to head straight home and confront the object of his sick fantasies in order to change his father back.
May she would shrink hi--
He pushed this thought away almost as soon as it started to form. He'd never leave the building if he didn't focus! He took a deep breath, glanced down his front to make sure there was still no unsightly bulge, and headed out the door.
Leaving the building was fairly easy. Few teachers hung around once the final bell rang; and even fewer students.
As he started walking home he began to hear noises coming from his knapsack. His father had either just woken up, or he had been awake and had waited till now to make his presence known. Naota couldn't make out what he was saying; but he could tell from the tone that his father was more irritated and confused than scared or hurt. Naota only smiled as he trudged on. Part of him couldn't help but be pleased that his father wasn't enjoying himself any more than Naota, himself, was.
And why shouldn't his father be confused. Naota tried putting himself in his father's shoes. Trapped in a dark cloth sack. The world swaying back and forth. Uncertain what Haru-- that is... uh... whoever it was that was holding him, was going to do to him! And there it was, the dream was back again. Haruka standing above him, powerful and fearsome. Yet, somehow, understanding too. She'd reached out and gripped Naota in her massive soft hand and he'd had to watch as Haruka opened her mouth. Strands of saliva crisscrossing above her massive pink tongue. With the slightest of tosses, in went poor Mamimi.
Oof!
Naota and Mamimi collided; each falling backwards. Naota had gotten so caught up in his increasingly bizarre thoughts that he'd totally lost track of his surroundings.
"Ouch! You should really watch where you're going Chief," Mamimi announced indignantly from the ground opposite him.
"What about you? You could have broken someth...," his eyes widened as he scrambled to pull his knapsack from his shoulder and open the top.
Fortunately, as light shown down on poor Kamon, he seemed more dazzed by the sudden brightness than hurt by the collision or fall.
"Naota? What's going on Naota?" he called from the bottom of Naota's bag. With a sigh of relief, Naota closed the bag again with without answering. He left it on the ground as he climbed to his feet.
* * * * *
Kamon was irritated to find himself plunged back into darkness. He could hear Naota talking to that troublesome Mamimi. It was one thing to carry your father around with your school supplies; it was quite another to ignore him. He was going to have to have a talk with Naota later. With a groan, he sat down and leaned back against one of Naota’s school books to wait.
Unfortunately, Naota seemed to have been drawn into a conversation with that girl again. Kamon liked to think of himself as patient, but he was in a dark bag. Finally, irritation got the better of him and he started climbing towards the opening; a thin ray of light his only guide.
* * * * *
"Humph... what are you doing this far down, anyway?" Naota demanded, doing his best to maintain his ‘cool guy’ attitude in place.
"I was just wakin, Chief," Mamimi replied good-naturedly. She had already taken up her favorite position at Naota's back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her warm breath running down his neck. "Were you looking for me? Did you want me to--Oooo!"
Kamon finally managed to poke his head out of the bag. Naota was standing by the side of the bridge near home, Mamimi was behind him nuzzling his neck. No, this simply wouldn’t do. Kamon started to struggle out of the bag. He was half-way free when he felt heard the girl react.
In an instant his light was blocked out by an enormous Mamimi looming high above him. She crouched down to get a better look at him which, in turn, offered him an excellent view up her skirt. He quickly tore his eyes away, however, as he felt her long fingers wrap around him.
"Aww... look at little Tak-kun!" she cooed as she lifted Kamon up, cupped between her soft hands. Kamon blew out a strong breath, the girl reeked of cigarettes.
"Hey, be careful with him," he heard Naota scold, "I don't need you to break him." That was good, at least Naota still recognized what was important. Unfortunately, this only prompted Mamimi to hug him to her chest. Kamon quickly found himself pressed on both sides by a pair of enormous, teenage breasts. While the smell of cigarettes was still just as strong, something about being this close to a pair of giant tits instantly softened his thoughts about this girl. Maaaaybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
* * * * *
“I think he likes me, Chief,” Mamimi told Naota. Watching Mamimi fondle his father brought him again to his dream. It was almost too easy to live vicariously through his father. Captured. At this giant girls mercy. Part of him wanted to rush home and end this ridiculous situation; the other part wanted to watch Mamimi play with his father… or be in his father’s position.
The sudden, painful pressure in as his underwear revealed the return of Naota's throbbing erection.
"Uh...uh..." he started to panic for a moment before finally deciding to simply drop to the ground. Not the most subtle method of hiding the bulge; but it seemed to work. Mamimi followed his lead and and sat beside him; her feet dangling off the side of the bridge.
"Arn't you cute? How'd he get so small Tak-kun?" she asked, holding Kamon securely in one hand while softly petting his head with the other.
"Well he..." Naota tailed off as he realized that Mamimi hadn't waited for an answer but had continued to coo at his father instead.
* * * * *
‘This isn’t so bad,’ Kamon thought, he’d ceased to struggle and was, instead, resting comfortably on his stomach on Mamimi’s open hand as her other hand rubbed his back. ‘No wonder dogs like to be petted.’
"We gotta go soon," Naota said finally after several minutes had passed. He seemed slightly uncomfortable for some reason. "I have to get him home to our house-keeper to change him back," he finished. In Mamimi’s hand, Kamon shrugged. He was enjoying this, but he was looking forward to being changed back. Unfortunately, at Naota’s words, the petting had suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to find her hand closing in around him again.
"Back?" he heard Mamimi echo, finally turning her attention away from him and back to Naota. Her hand tightened involuntarily around Kamon. As her grip tightened and tightened, the thought that she wouldn’t stop until he was crushed briefly ran through his head. Finally he cried out, and felt her grip instantly loosen again. ‘Nope,’ he decided, ‘bad seed all the way.’
"Yeah," Naota replied. He was beginning to scoot backwards from the bridges edge to stand up. And none too soon as far as Kamon was concerned.
"Oh, sorry to hear that Chief, here you go," she replied, sounding unhappy. With relief, however, Kamon felt her extend her hand holding him toward Naota. Suddenly she stopped. “Tak-kun look!” she cried in shock, her other hand shot out strait; pointing out across the water.
Kamon followed his son’s gaze out across the water. Unfortunately, he’d no sooner turned his head when it was jerked forward as her hand shot back towards herself. In one swift move, Mamimi swept him back, down and under her skirt. In an instant, Kamon found himself pressed face first against Mamimi’s panty clad pussy. He couldn’t help but note that even here, his face almost buried between her lower lips, she still smelled of cigarettes. Her hand quickly released him only to be replaced by her massive thighs which champed down on him from each side, pressing him harder against Mamimi’s crotch. He couldn’t move. His arms were pinned securely at his sides, one of which, was actually being hugged by her pussy the way the rest of him was being hugged by her thighs. The intense heat being generated this close to her body instantly caused Kamon to begin to sweat.
"Oh!" he heard Mamimi cry "he jumped in Tak-kun! Look! He jumped into the water!"
“Wha—,” Kamon began only to feel the powerful thighs flex on each side of him as if threatening to crush him right where he was.
"He what?!" Naota’s voice replied, his panic obvious. “Why’d you let him go?!” Naota’s voice was already growing weaker as the sound of footsteps charged across the road and down the bank towards the water.
A long moment passed before an increase in light announced the return of Mamimi’s hand. Gently, she plucked him from between her legs again. Kamon blinked in the bright light as he found himself held before Mamimi’s giant face. “I’m gonna keep you Chief. We’re going to have so much fu—“ the sound of crunching gravel behind her started her. Spinning around, she found herself facing…
With an angry sigh he finally stood up and slung his knapsack over his shoulder. He did so a little more roughly than he should have considering it's cargo; but he was angry at his father for being a constant physical reminder of his increasingly strange thoughts. Now he was going to have to head straight home and confront the object of his sick fantasies in order to change his father back.
May she would shrink hi--
He pushed this thought away almost as soon as it started to form. He'd never leave the building if he didn't focus! He took a deep breath, glanced down his front to make sure there was still no unsightly bulge, and headed out the door.
Leaving the building was fairly easy. Few teachers hung around once the final bell rang; and even fewer students.
As he started walking home he began to hear noises coming from his knapsack. His father had either just woken up, or he had been awake and had waited till now to make his presence known. Naota couldn't make out what he was saying; but he could tell from the tone that his father was more irritated and confused than scared or hurt. Naota only smiled as he trudged on. Part of him couldn't help but be pleased that his father wasn't enjoying himself any more than Naota, himself, was.
And why shouldn't his father be confused. Naota tried putting himself in his father's shoes. Trapped in a dark cloth sack. The world swaying back and forth. Uncertain what Haru-- that is... uh... whoever it was that was holding him, was going to do to him! And there it was, the dream was back again. Haruka standing above him, powerful and fearsome. Yet, somehow, understanding too. She'd reached out and gripped Naota in her massive soft hand and he'd had to watch as Haruka opened her mouth. Strands of saliva crisscrossing above her massive pink tongue. With the slightest of tosses, in went poor Mamimi.
Oof!
Naota and Mamimi collided; each falling backwards. Naota had gotten so caught up in his increasingly bizarre thoughts that he'd totally lost track of his surroundings.
"Ouch! You should really watch where you're going Chief," Mamimi announced indignantly from the ground opposite him.
"What about you? You could have broken someth...," his eyes widened as he scrambled to pull his knapsack from his shoulder and open the top.
Fortunately, as light shown down on poor Kamon, he seemed more dazzed by the sudden brightness than hurt by the collision or fall.
"Naota? What's going on Naota?" he called from the bottom of Naota's bag. With a sigh of relief, Naota closed the bag again with without answering. He left it on the ground as he climbed to his feet.
* * * * *
Kamon was irritated to find himself plunged back into darkness. He could hear Naota talking to that troublesome Mamimi. It was one thing to carry your father around with your school supplies; it was quite another to ignore him. He was going to have to have a talk with Naota later. With a groan, he sat down and leaned back against one of Naota’s school books to wait.
Unfortunately, Naota seemed to have been drawn into a conversation with that girl again. Kamon liked to think of himself as patient, but he was in a dark bag. Finally, irritation got the better of him and he started climbing towards the opening; a thin ray of light his only guide.
* * * * *
"Humph... what are you doing this far down, anyway?" Naota demanded, doing his best to maintain his ‘cool guy’ attitude in place.
"I was just wakin, Chief," Mamimi replied good-naturedly. She had already taken up her favorite position at Naota's back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her warm breath running down his neck. "Were you looking for me? Did you want me to--Oooo!"
Kamon finally managed to poke his head out of the bag. Naota was standing by the side of the bridge near home, Mamimi was behind him nuzzling his neck. No, this simply wouldn’t do. Kamon started to struggle out of the bag. He was half-way free when he felt heard the girl react.
In an instant his light was blocked out by an enormous Mamimi looming high above him. She crouched down to get a better look at him which, in turn, offered him an excellent view up her skirt. He quickly tore his eyes away, however, as he felt her long fingers wrap around him.
"Aww... look at little Tak-kun!" she cooed as she lifted Kamon up, cupped between her soft hands. Kamon blew out a strong breath, the girl reeked of cigarettes.
"Hey, be careful with him," he heard Naota scold, "I don't need you to break him." That was good, at least Naota still recognized what was important. Unfortunately, this only prompted Mamimi to hug him to her chest. Kamon quickly found himself pressed on both sides by a pair of enormous, teenage breasts. While the smell of cigarettes was still just as strong, something about being this close to a pair of giant tits instantly softened his thoughts about this girl. Maaaaybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
* * * * *
“I think he likes me, Chief,” Mamimi told Naota. Watching Mamimi fondle his father brought him again to his dream. It was almost too easy to live vicariously through his father. Captured. At this giant girls mercy. Part of him wanted to rush home and end this ridiculous situation; the other part wanted to watch Mamimi play with his father… or be in his father’s position.
The sudden, painful pressure in as his underwear revealed the return of Naota's throbbing erection.
"Uh...uh..." he started to panic for a moment before finally deciding to simply drop to the ground. Not the most subtle method of hiding the bulge; but it seemed to work. Mamimi followed his lead and and sat beside him; her feet dangling off the side of the bridge.
"Arn't you cute? How'd he get so small Tak-kun?" she asked, holding Kamon securely in one hand while softly petting his head with the other.
"Well he..." Naota tailed off as he realized that Mamimi hadn't waited for an answer but had continued to coo at his father instead.
* * * * *
‘This isn’t so bad,’ Kamon thought, he’d ceased to struggle and was, instead, resting comfortably on his stomach on Mamimi’s open hand as her other hand rubbed his back. ‘No wonder dogs like to be petted.’
"We gotta go soon," Naota said finally after several minutes had passed. He seemed slightly uncomfortable for some reason. "I have to get him home to our house-keeper to change him back," he finished. In Mamimi’s hand, Kamon shrugged. He was enjoying this, but he was looking forward to being changed back. Unfortunately, at Naota’s words, the petting had suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to find her hand closing in around him again.
"Back?" he heard Mamimi echo, finally turning her attention away from him and back to Naota. Her hand tightened involuntarily around Kamon. As her grip tightened and tightened, the thought that she wouldn’t stop until he was crushed briefly ran through his head. Finally he cried out, and felt her grip instantly loosen again. ‘Nope,’ he decided, ‘bad seed all the way.’
"Yeah," Naota replied. He was beginning to scoot backwards from the bridges edge to stand up. And none too soon as far as Kamon was concerned.
"Oh, sorry to hear that Chief, here you go," she replied, sounding unhappy. With relief, however, Kamon felt her extend her hand holding him toward Naota. Suddenly she stopped. “Tak-kun look!” she cried in shock, her other hand shot out strait; pointing out across the water.
Kamon followed his son’s gaze out across the water. Unfortunately, he’d no sooner turned his head when it was jerked forward as her hand shot back towards herself. In one swift move, Mamimi swept him back, down and under her skirt. In an instant, Kamon found himself pressed face first against Mamimi’s panty clad pussy. He couldn’t help but note that even here, his face almost buried between her lower lips, she still smelled of cigarettes. Her hand quickly released him only to be replaced by her massive thighs which champed down on him from each side, pressing him harder against Mamimi’s crotch. He couldn’t move. His arms were pinned securely at his sides, one of which, was actually being hugged by her pussy the way the rest of him was being hugged by her thighs. The intense heat being generated this close to her body instantly caused Kamon to begin to sweat.
"Oh!" he heard Mamimi cry "he jumped in Tak-kun! Look! He jumped into the water!"
“Wha—,” Kamon began only to feel the powerful thighs flex on each side of him as if threatening to crush him right where he was.
"He what?!" Naota’s voice replied, his panic obvious. “Why’d you let him go?!” Naota’s voice was already growing weaker as the sound of footsteps charged across the road and down the bank towards the water.
A long moment passed before an increase in light announced the return of Mamimi’s hand. Gently, she plucked him from between her legs again. Kamon blinked in the bright light as he found himself held before Mamimi’s giant face. “I’m gonna keep you Chief. We’re going to have so much fu—“ the sound of crunching gravel behind her started her. Spinning around, she found herself facing…
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