Make a Deal with a Pink Haired Devil
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Hiya Sameji!”
“Hello yourself Haruko,” Mamimi responded with little enthusiasm. She clutched Kamon tightly to her chest as she looked at the pink haired woman. Mamimi didn’t know how to feel about Haruko. Sure, she made things more interesting with her own special brand of chaos, but Naota had been getting closer to her as of late and that didn’t sit well with Mamimi. If Naota was going to hang around any older female, it should be her and no one else.
The eccentric woman grinned merrily at Mamimi, strutting closer to her with a big, silly grin plastered to her face. Idly, she leaned in closer, inspected the object Mamimi was clutching to her chest. “Whatcha got there?”
A lie was the first thing Mamimi thought to say, but then she looked down at her newest pet, seeing the tiny arms waving back and forth out from between her fingers. Realizing it was all to obvious what she was hold, Mamimi sighed and pushed her open hands forward, showing Haruko the tiny gasping man.
“Oooooo! My old toy is back,” Haruko cooed, as she looked at Kamon gasping for air in Mamimi’s outstretched palm. The man breathed deeply in the fresh air, finding it sweet compared to the nicotine-scented air he had been breathing. He had nearly past out pressed against Mamimi’s panty clad crotch and then her chest. The girl had been rough with him and he was so thankful it was over. Kamon might have been a pervert, but being crushed against a schoolgirl’s privates was a little bit too much for even him.
“What has our little school girl been doing to you tiny Kamon?” Blinking, Naota’s father turned to look into Haruko’s big, grinning face. She stared down at him mischievously, her tongue flicking out to lick her thick lips. Even with everything that was happening, Kamon managed to return Haruko’s smile with a perverted one of his own. He had been flirting with the housekeeper since she first showed up. Trying to trick her into the bedroom for a little adult fun. Right now he was smaller then a mouse and had just been manhandled by an eccentric schoolgirl, but still he flirted with her.
Haruko stared at him for a few moments longer, her grin widening slowly as her eyes lifted to a guilty looking Mamimi. “What are you trying you silly school girl, you can’t crush him to your boobies like that. You got to do it like this.” Without warning, Haruko plucked Kamon from Mamimi’s hands. The man dangled from her fingers, kicking madly as he found himself suspended hundreds of feet up in the air. With a pull, Haruko unzipped her coat partially, displaying the top of her large breasts. Haruko lifted Kamon above her breasts, tugged her shirt out and dropped the tiny man between her heaving breasts. Kamon landed in Haruko’s cleavage and started sliding down, stopping somewhere halfway between the soft orbs with only the top of his head showing. For the next few second, Kamon was crushed between the huge breasts as Haruko adjusted her chest, pressing her boobs together until she had Kamon in the right position. Satisfied at where Kamon was, Haruko zipped her coat back up, leaving Kamon in the dark, with her breasts tightly pressing around him from all sides.
“Ya see, that’s how you do it. Keep him against the flesh for maximum exposure, while secure enough that you can leave him alone all afternoon. It ain’t rocket science.”
Mamimi said nothing to Haruko at first, she just pouted at the other woman and crossed her arms over her chest. When she finally spoke, she sounded like a little kid, who wanted their favorite toy back “Gimme me back my Tak-kun.”
“Eh?” Haruko said then tilted her head to the side. “What about the other Tak-kun, the first one?” Haruko asked and pointed her finger to Naota below them in the water. The ignorant boy was still searching for his father in the river, calling out his name and searching the riverbank for a tiny body. He wasn’t stupid though, soon he’d figure out something was wrong and come looking for Mamimi. At which time, the girl wanted to be far away with her new Tak-kun.
“Chief belongs to me too.”
“I don’t think he feels the same way,” Haruko pointed out, getting an annoyed look from Mamimi.
“Don’t matter,” Mamimi stubbornly answered. She hated admitting it, but Naota really didn’t belong to her, not anymore anyway. Before he would always come to the bridge to be with her, accepting everything she did and sharing an intimacy with her, but lately there had been a divide between them. Naota was becoming more independent and that was something Mamimi hated. What Mamimi liked was someone who completely depended on her for everything, listening and obeying everything she said. Naota no longer did that, and Mamimi was scared that with her lack of control on Naota, he was going to leave her. Just like his brother did.
Noticing how distant Mamimi had suddenly became, a very coy Haruko moved behind the other girl and grabbed her from behind. Mamimi gasped, but didn’t struggle, letting Haruko place her chin on her shoulder. Between the two girls, Kamon was being smothered in Haruko’s cleavage. Haruko’s breasts covered him completely, pushing down on him from all sides and keeping him from breathing properly. He was in no danger of suffocating, but he was still suffering from the tight squeeze he was in.
Putting her lips a few inches from Mamimi’s ear, Haruko started to whisper assuring words to her. “I’m going to level with you, Kamon was an unfortunate accident, I really only want one tiny toy and we both know who that is. You can keep the stinky old perv if you want, but I’ll get to keep the kid and we part ways forever. Or…we share. I ain’t greedy, we can both have a tiny and have fun together. I know that delightfully, twisted mind of yours has a few ideas about how to use a tiny boy, but I got hundreds of ideas. Take my deal or leave, cause I got some naughty fun in mind for our one and only Tak-kun.”
“Naughty fun,” Mamimi echoed, lost in her own thoughts. Her mind went to Naota’s brother, her first boyfriend and the first person she went all the way with. “Like the naughty fun I had with Tasuku?”
Haruko chuckled deeply and ran a hand through Mamimi’s dark hair. “Native girl, the naughty fun I have in mind is a hundred times more wild, crazy and pleasurable then anything you did with that jerk.”
Mamimi softly moaned, her hormones coming to life when Haruko purred the words ‘pleasurable’ into her ear. Could she do this, turn chief into a tiny toy? It sounded so good, so right, but something kept her from screaming yes. She hated any form of change and this would change everything. Nothing would be the same anymore, she’d no longer be able to hug Naota, but instead hold him in her hand. Was she so desperate to keep Naota dependent on her that she would work with Haruko to shrink him?
“Hello yourself Haruko,” Mamimi responded with little enthusiasm. She clutched Kamon tightly to her chest as she looked at the pink haired woman. Mamimi didn’t know how to feel about Haruko. Sure, she made things more interesting with her own special brand of chaos, but Naota had been getting closer to her as of late and that didn’t sit well with Mamimi. If Naota was going to hang around any older female, it should be her and no one else.
The eccentric woman grinned merrily at Mamimi, strutting closer to her with a big, silly grin plastered to her face. Idly, she leaned in closer, inspected the object Mamimi was clutching to her chest. “Whatcha got there?”
A lie was the first thing Mamimi thought to say, but then she looked down at her newest pet, seeing the tiny arms waving back and forth out from between her fingers. Realizing it was all to obvious what she was hold, Mamimi sighed and pushed her open hands forward, showing Haruko the tiny gasping man.
“Oooooo! My old toy is back,” Haruko cooed, as she looked at Kamon gasping for air in Mamimi’s outstretched palm. The man breathed deeply in the fresh air, finding it sweet compared to the nicotine-scented air he had been breathing. He had nearly past out pressed against Mamimi’s panty clad crotch and then her chest. The girl had been rough with him and he was so thankful it was over. Kamon might have been a pervert, but being crushed against a schoolgirl’s privates was a little bit too much for even him.
“What has our little school girl been doing to you tiny Kamon?” Blinking, Naota’s father turned to look into Haruko’s big, grinning face. She stared down at him mischievously, her tongue flicking out to lick her thick lips. Even with everything that was happening, Kamon managed to return Haruko’s smile with a perverted one of his own. He had been flirting with the housekeeper since she first showed up. Trying to trick her into the bedroom for a little adult fun. Right now he was smaller then a mouse and had just been manhandled by an eccentric schoolgirl, but still he flirted with her.
Haruko stared at him for a few moments longer, her grin widening slowly as her eyes lifted to a guilty looking Mamimi. “What are you trying you silly school girl, you can’t crush him to your boobies like that. You got to do it like this.” Without warning, Haruko plucked Kamon from Mamimi’s hands. The man dangled from her fingers, kicking madly as he found himself suspended hundreds of feet up in the air. With a pull, Haruko unzipped her coat partially, displaying the top of her large breasts. Haruko lifted Kamon above her breasts, tugged her shirt out and dropped the tiny man between her heaving breasts. Kamon landed in Haruko’s cleavage and started sliding down, stopping somewhere halfway between the soft orbs with only the top of his head showing. For the next few second, Kamon was crushed between the huge breasts as Haruko adjusted her chest, pressing her boobs together until she had Kamon in the right position. Satisfied at where Kamon was, Haruko zipped her coat back up, leaving Kamon in the dark, with her breasts tightly pressing around him from all sides.
“Ya see, that’s how you do it. Keep him against the flesh for maximum exposure, while secure enough that you can leave him alone all afternoon. It ain’t rocket science.”
Mamimi said nothing to Haruko at first, she just pouted at the other woman and crossed her arms over her chest. When she finally spoke, she sounded like a little kid, who wanted their favorite toy back “Gimme me back my Tak-kun.”
“Eh?” Haruko said then tilted her head to the side. “What about the other Tak-kun, the first one?” Haruko asked and pointed her finger to Naota below them in the water. The ignorant boy was still searching for his father in the river, calling out his name and searching the riverbank for a tiny body. He wasn’t stupid though, soon he’d figure out something was wrong and come looking for Mamimi. At which time, the girl wanted to be far away with her new Tak-kun.
“Chief belongs to me too.”
“I don’t think he feels the same way,” Haruko pointed out, getting an annoyed look from Mamimi.
“Don’t matter,” Mamimi stubbornly answered. She hated admitting it, but Naota really didn’t belong to her, not anymore anyway. Before he would always come to the bridge to be with her, accepting everything she did and sharing an intimacy with her, but lately there had been a divide between them. Naota was becoming more independent and that was something Mamimi hated. What Mamimi liked was someone who completely depended on her for everything, listening and obeying everything she said. Naota no longer did that, and Mamimi was scared that with her lack of control on Naota, he was going to leave her. Just like his brother did.
Noticing how distant Mamimi had suddenly became, a very coy Haruko moved behind the other girl and grabbed her from behind. Mamimi gasped, but didn’t struggle, letting Haruko place her chin on her shoulder. Between the two girls, Kamon was being smothered in Haruko’s cleavage. Haruko’s breasts covered him completely, pushing down on him from all sides and keeping him from breathing properly. He was in no danger of suffocating, but he was still suffering from the tight squeeze he was in.
Putting her lips a few inches from Mamimi’s ear, Haruko started to whisper assuring words to her. “I’m going to level with you, Kamon was an unfortunate accident, I really only want one tiny toy and we both know who that is. You can keep the stinky old perv if you want, but I’ll get to keep the kid and we part ways forever. Or…we share. I ain’t greedy, we can both have a tiny and have fun together. I know that delightfully, twisted mind of yours has a few ideas about how to use a tiny boy, but I got hundreds of ideas. Take my deal or leave, cause I got some naughty fun in mind for our one and only Tak-kun.”
“Naughty fun,” Mamimi echoed, lost in her own thoughts. Her mind went to Naota’s brother, her first boyfriend and the first person she went all the way with. “Like the naughty fun I had with Tasuku?”
Haruko chuckled deeply and ran a hand through Mamimi’s dark hair. “Native girl, the naughty fun I have in mind is a hundred times more wild, crazy and pleasurable then anything you did with that jerk.”
Mamimi softly moaned, her hormones coming to life when Haruko purred the words ‘pleasurable’ into her ear. Could she do this, turn chief into a tiny toy? It sounded so good, so right, but something kept her from screaming yes. She hated any form of change and this would change everything. Nothing would be the same anymore, she’d no longer be able to hug Naota, but instead hold him in her hand. Was she so desperate to keep Naota dependent on her that she would work with Haruko to shrink him?
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