Asking for it
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
In the end, levelheadedness won in over perverse desire. Naota couldn’t admit to himself that he lusted for a giant Haruko to control and devour, much less ask her to shrink him. He was far too stubborn to admit he even had a crush on the wacky girls or enjoyed the company of Mamimi. He’d rather pout and act grown-up then admit he felt anything for either girl. Pride kept him from following his instinctive desire to agree to whatever Haruko wanted just to experience his wild fantasy. He looked at Haruko with as much confidence as he could muster and pushed his open hand out.
“Give me my dad and change him back.”
Haruko didn’t respond at first and it seemed like she was going to refuse Naota’s demand , but eventually she relented and pulled the zipper of her coat halfway down. “Your such a bore sometimes,” she grumbled out in annoyance. Naota took a sharp breath when he saw the valley of cleavage visible on Haruko. It was far from just her mouth that he was interested in. Pretending not to notice Naota’s reaction, Haruko fished around between her breasts, purposely taking her time so Naota could get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, she pulled out a gasping, warn-out looking Kamon who had gone pale inside the cramped confides of Haruko’s cleavage.
“Here ya go,” Haruko casually said and to Mamimi and Naota’s shock, she tossed the tiny human over her shoulder like a discarded piece of garbage. Naota nearly had a heart attack when he saw his father go flying threw the air. He leapt to catch the tiny man as he came down, doing a perfect headfirst dive to grab Kamon before he crashed to the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!” Naota screamed at the top of his lungs to which Haruko replied by shrugging her shoulders like it didn’t matter.
On the sidelines, Mamimi bit her lip in frustration as she watched Naota start yelling at Haruko more about being so careless. She tuned out the screaming and focused on her own disappointment over Naota not asking Haruko to shrink him. She should have predicted Naota would be unable to ask for what he wanted. He never could outright say what he wanted, he had to be shown what the best coarse of action was. That was the whole reason Mamimi wanted Naota shrunken, so he wouldn’t have to make anymore decisions, all of them would be made by her once he was too small to do anything. Her Tak-kun was such a willful boy, but once she had him tiny, she could fix that personality issue.
Now, all she had to do was figure out how she and Haruko were going to do it. The pink haired girl was in control of the situation. She was doing all the planning, leaving Mamimi in the dark. She hated it, but was going along with it because Haruko was the only one that knew how to shrink people. If Mamimi knew how to do it, she wouldn’t have to work with the other girl and share Tak-kun at all. However, Haruko had seemed to be giving up and that worried Mamimi. Had all that talk about using Naota for some naughty fun been all a sham?
“Hey, native girl,” Haruko spoke up, breaking up Naota’s continuous rant about how she had to act her age. Mamimi looked up to see a fuming Naota and a bored to death looking Haruko. “My vespa is parked at the end of the bridge, could you grab my guitar from the back and bring it back. I’m going to fix Naota’s father, this is getting to be a drag.”
At hearing Haruko was taking her little Tak-kun away, Mamimi opened her mouth to complain. Before she could get out a word, Haruko did something when Naota’s turned his back to her, she winked. Calming down, Mamimi decided to do what she was told and trust Haruko. If she turned tiny Tak-kun back and broke her promise to shrink Naota, she’d hate her forever. Walking away, the conversation between Haruko and Naota became much calmer.
“Thank you for being reasonable Haruko. It’s nice to know you can act like an adult at times,” Naota evenly told Haruko, who rolled her eyes. She wasn’t concerned in Naota thinking her mature, he could think she was a pink baboon for all she cared. Her blasé attitude went ignored and Naota moved onto something else. He was curious about something that he wanted to get off his chest. “Just a question, how are you going to unshrink my dad, with a ray gun or something?”
Naota chuckled, imagining Haruko carrying one of that big, plastic ray guns you see in cheesy 50’s science fiction movies. Haruko chuckled with him, only her laughter was much deeper and more menacing. “No ray gun. I’m going to unshrink him like I shrunk him, with one blow from my guitar.”
“Oh, you’re going to hit him with your guitar…. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! YOU’LL KILL HIM!” Naota screamed as Kamon went even paler. He had been knocked out for hours after Haruko’s first guitar strike, another one at his current size would leave him a bloody smear on her musical instrument.
“He’ll be a normal sized corpse,” Haruko answered without a hint of remorse over killing Kamon. Slowly her indifferent expression morphed into a sadistic grin. “However, if I strike you with him in your hand he’ll return to normal. All he has to do is touch someone while they are being hit by my guitar and he’ll be back to normal, I swear.”
“But won’t I…” Naota wasn’t given time to ask his question because Mamimi had come back and she brought the guitar. Haruko rushed towards Mamimi, grabbing her instrument roughly from Mamimi’s hands and gripping it by the base. She held it like a baseball bat and advanced on Naota, swinging the guitar lazily as she moved forward.
“Decide Naota, I either hit teeny tiny Kamon or you. Bottom of the ninth, all bases loaded and your up to bat. You swung and missed once, and then twice and now it all comes down to this. Think quickly because here comes the ball.”
“Wait, what are you…” Haruko cut him off with a war cry, she rushed forward, guitar ready to either knock the tiny man from Naota’s hand or the boy himself. Naota didn’t have time to think, he acted on instincts. His voice came from his soul, unfettered by stubbornness or pride.
“Hit me Haruko!”
At the last second, Haruko lifted her guitar away from Kamon and strait towards Naota. She hit him, hard, right on the forehead. The blow knocked Naota off his feet and he went flying. He felt the air rush past him and could see Mamimi’s face as he flew. She didn’t look worried about him being hit, she actually seemed happy. But for some reason she looked bigger then he remembered. As Naota began to lose consciousness from the blow, he felt his clothes get bigger and the ground grow more distant from him. He was shrinking, but as he blacked out, he couldn’t feel sorry or upset about it happening at all.
“Give me my dad and change him back.”
Haruko didn’t respond at first and it seemed like she was going to refuse Naota’s demand , but eventually she relented and pulled the zipper of her coat halfway down. “Your such a bore sometimes,” she grumbled out in annoyance. Naota took a sharp breath when he saw the valley of cleavage visible on Haruko. It was far from just her mouth that he was interested in. Pretending not to notice Naota’s reaction, Haruko fished around between her breasts, purposely taking her time so Naota could get a good look at the merchandise. Finally, she pulled out a gasping, warn-out looking Kamon who had gone pale inside the cramped confides of Haruko’s cleavage.
“Here ya go,” Haruko casually said and to Mamimi and Naota’s shock, she tossed the tiny human over her shoulder like a discarded piece of garbage. Naota nearly had a heart attack when he saw his father go flying threw the air. He leapt to catch the tiny man as he came down, doing a perfect headfirst dive to grab Kamon before he crashed to the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!” Naota screamed at the top of his lungs to which Haruko replied by shrugging her shoulders like it didn’t matter.
On the sidelines, Mamimi bit her lip in frustration as she watched Naota start yelling at Haruko more about being so careless. She tuned out the screaming and focused on her own disappointment over Naota not asking Haruko to shrink him. She should have predicted Naota would be unable to ask for what he wanted. He never could outright say what he wanted, he had to be shown what the best coarse of action was. That was the whole reason Mamimi wanted Naota shrunken, so he wouldn’t have to make anymore decisions, all of them would be made by her once he was too small to do anything. Her Tak-kun was such a willful boy, but once she had him tiny, she could fix that personality issue.
Now, all she had to do was figure out how she and Haruko were going to do it. The pink haired girl was in control of the situation. She was doing all the planning, leaving Mamimi in the dark. She hated it, but was going along with it because Haruko was the only one that knew how to shrink people. If Mamimi knew how to do it, she wouldn’t have to work with the other girl and share Tak-kun at all. However, Haruko had seemed to be giving up and that worried Mamimi. Had all that talk about using Naota for some naughty fun been all a sham?
“Hey, native girl,” Haruko spoke up, breaking up Naota’s continuous rant about how she had to act her age. Mamimi looked up to see a fuming Naota and a bored to death looking Haruko. “My vespa is parked at the end of the bridge, could you grab my guitar from the back and bring it back. I’m going to fix Naota’s father, this is getting to be a drag.”
At hearing Haruko was taking her little Tak-kun away, Mamimi opened her mouth to complain. Before she could get out a word, Haruko did something when Naota’s turned his back to her, she winked. Calming down, Mamimi decided to do what she was told and trust Haruko. If she turned tiny Tak-kun back and broke her promise to shrink Naota, she’d hate her forever. Walking away, the conversation between Haruko and Naota became much calmer.
“Thank you for being reasonable Haruko. It’s nice to know you can act like an adult at times,” Naota evenly told Haruko, who rolled her eyes. She wasn’t concerned in Naota thinking her mature, he could think she was a pink baboon for all she cared. Her blasé attitude went ignored and Naota moved onto something else. He was curious about something that he wanted to get off his chest. “Just a question, how are you going to unshrink my dad, with a ray gun or something?”
Naota chuckled, imagining Haruko carrying one of that big, plastic ray guns you see in cheesy 50’s science fiction movies. Haruko chuckled with him, only her laughter was much deeper and more menacing. “No ray gun. I’m going to unshrink him like I shrunk him, with one blow from my guitar.”
“Oh, you’re going to hit him with your guitar…. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! YOU’LL KILL HIM!” Naota screamed as Kamon went even paler. He had been knocked out for hours after Haruko’s first guitar strike, another one at his current size would leave him a bloody smear on her musical instrument.
“He’ll be a normal sized corpse,” Haruko answered without a hint of remorse over killing Kamon. Slowly her indifferent expression morphed into a sadistic grin. “However, if I strike you with him in your hand he’ll return to normal. All he has to do is touch someone while they are being hit by my guitar and he’ll be back to normal, I swear.”
“But won’t I…” Naota wasn’t given time to ask his question because Mamimi had come back and she brought the guitar. Haruko rushed towards Mamimi, grabbing her instrument roughly from Mamimi’s hands and gripping it by the base. She held it like a baseball bat and advanced on Naota, swinging the guitar lazily as she moved forward.
“Decide Naota, I either hit teeny tiny Kamon or you. Bottom of the ninth, all bases loaded and your up to bat. You swung and missed once, and then twice and now it all comes down to this. Think quickly because here comes the ball.”
“Wait, what are you…” Haruko cut him off with a war cry, she rushed forward, guitar ready to either knock the tiny man from Naota’s hand or the boy himself. Naota didn’t have time to think, he acted on instincts. His voice came from his soul, unfettered by stubbornness or pride.
“Hit me Haruko!”
At the last second, Haruko lifted her guitar away from Kamon and strait towards Naota. She hit him, hard, right on the forehead. The blow knocked Naota off his feet and he went flying. He felt the air rush past him and could see Mamimi’s face as he flew. She didn’t look worried about him being hit, she actually seemed happy. But for some reason she looked bigger then he remembered. As Naota began to lose consciousness from the blow, he felt his clothes get bigger and the ground grow more distant from him. He was shrinking, but as he blacked out, he couldn’t feel sorry or upset about it happening at all.
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