More Fun for Haruko
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The loud thump thump of someone knocking on the front door reached Haruko’s ears in the shower. Her train of thought broken, Haruko poked her head out and loudly called out.
“Someone get the door!”
A minute passed and again several loud thumps sounded from down stairs. Frowning over no one getting the door, Haruko mentally hit herself when she remembered she had either kicked out or shrunken everyone living in the household. Sighing in announce over having to take care of everything, Haruko got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her waist. As she ran down the stairs to answer the door, someone knocked again, this time much harder and more rapidly.
“Keep your pants on. I’m coming,” Haruko grumbled as she reached for the doorknob. Whoever was at the door better have a good reason for interrupting her while she’s taking a shower. If this was some door-to-door salesman or someone selling religion, they might just be joining the shrunken club for the brief time it took Haruko to stuff them in her mouth. When she swung open the door, whatever she was going to say never came out because the person stomped into the house in a foul mood.
Haruko put on a jovial smile and greeted her guest. “How’s it going Mamimi?”
“You tricked me,” the high school girl said promptly. Haruko cocked her head to the side in phony bewilderment, making the already short fuse on Mamimi even shorter. Glaring at Haruko, Mamimi fumbled around in her pocket before pulling something out and showing it to Haruko. The pink haired alien stared down, looking moderately interested.
“Looks like you broke your toy,” Haruko dully said as she reached out to poke the trembling tiny figure in Mamimi’s hand. Naota’s father had seen better days. He was bruised and beaten, barely clinging onto consciousness. Dark welts shoed all over his body from what Haruko could only assume were from being squeezed too hard. His tiny face was scrunched up into a look of horror and fright as she shook violently in Mamimi’s palm. He looked pitiful, but Haruko felt no remorse. She had a new favorite toy, old man Kamon could get eaten by a rat for all Haruko cared. He was used toy, meant to be disposed if after using.
While Haruko stared unfazed by the horrible condition Kamon was in, Mamimi looked away guiltily. “I didn’t mean…” she grumbled, finding it hard to justify what she had done, but feeling like she had to explain. “When I got home and didn’t find my Tak-kun, I was so angry, but at the same time I was so horny from having him squirm between my legs, and then I just went nuts and….”
“You had angry sex with our tiny friend here,” Haruko chimed, running a finger over Kamon’s naked body. Shrunken people weren’t indestructible and if you use them while filled with rage and lust, something’s bond to break. Poor Kamon must have thought he had hit the jackpot when Mamimi started inserting him into her drooling cunt. What a nightmare it must have turned into when she started violently pushing him in and out, squeezing down on him with both her hand and pussy muscles. Kamon had lived, but he’d never look at another pussy the same way again.
“Take him,” Mamimi ordered and pushed the tiny man into Haruko’s hands. The towel clad woman stared at Kamon, wondering what she was going to do with this broken man. Several ideas crossed her mind that made her smirk evilly.
However, before she could do anything, Mamimi brushed past her toward the stairs. “I’m taking ‘my’ Tak-kun back,” she called out as she headed up to the shared room where Haruko and Naota slept. Watching the girl go, Haruko rolled her eyes at the impatience Mamimi was showing. Here she was, already using up one shrunken male and now she wanted another. She hadn’t even finished off the first one, instead she left him in a semi-comatose state for Haruko to deal with. Sighing to herself, Haruko headed upstairs to keep her property safe.
When Haruko reached her room, she found Mamimi tearing it up. Opening drawers and pulling out clothes, looking for anywhere that Naota might be hiding. Indiscreetly, Haruko glimpsed over to the bed seeing that her bra bed she had set up for Naota had been untouched. Seeing her toy safe, Haruko watched Mamimi go into frenzy as she searched for her tiny prey. Haruko dropped Kamon on the desk table, watching Mamimi frantically search with delight. A lopsided grin slowly emerged on Haruko’s face as she pieced together the reason for Mamimi’s anxiety.
“Couldn’t make you cum, huh?”
Mamimi swung around, red in the face and breathing deeply. She growled at the older women before losing her fire and sighing softly. Lumbering over to the bed she sat down a few inches from the discarded bra where Naota was sleeping. Haruko moved closer to give Mamimi some support; secretly making sure she didn’t notice or crush her sleeping toy.
“It just didn’t feel right,” Mamimi sniffled as she remembered the frustration she had felt from the denied orgasm. “He felt so good squirming inside me, but I kept thinking about how it should be my little Tak-kun inside me, not his pervy old dad. I just couldn’t get what I needed from him, it has to be Tak-kun giving me my first orgasm.”
“You poor girl. You think you need a man to give you an orgasm. I suggest if your looking for a homerun, try pitching for a different team, you might find the other players to be more knowledgeable.”
Removing her towel, Haruko tossed it away as Mamimi sat on the bed stunned by the naked woman standing in front of her. Haruko licked her lips at the teenage girl. She thought she was so mature and could act cool and aloof all the time just because some dumb boy had fumbled his prick into her pussy. It amused Haruko enough that she decided to play with the little girl. Show her a thing or two, maybe even let her use her Tak-kun under her supervision. It sounded like fun now, and later, if she was bored, there were other ways to amuse herself with the native girl. Haruko advanced on Mamimi like a hungry predator, ready to eat her in a way that Naota hadn’t thought of.
“Someone get the door!”
A minute passed and again several loud thumps sounded from down stairs. Frowning over no one getting the door, Haruko mentally hit herself when she remembered she had either kicked out or shrunken everyone living in the household. Sighing in announce over having to take care of everything, Haruko got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her waist. As she ran down the stairs to answer the door, someone knocked again, this time much harder and more rapidly.
“Keep your pants on. I’m coming,” Haruko grumbled as she reached for the doorknob. Whoever was at the door better have a good reason for interrupting her while she’s taking a shower. If this was some door-to-door salesman or someone selling religion, they might just be joining the shrunken club for the brief time it took Haruko to stuff them in her mouth. When she swung open the door, whatever she was going to say never came out because the person stomped into the house in a foul mood.
Haruko put on a jovial smile and greeted her guest. “How’s it going Mamimi?”
“You tricked me,” the high school girl said promptly. Haruko cocked her head to the side in phony bewilderment, making the already short fuse on Mamimi even shorter. Glaring at Haruko, Mamimi fumbled around in her pocket before pulling something out and showing it to Haruko. The pink haired alien stared down, looking moderately interested.
“Looks like you broke your toy,” Haruko dully said as she reached out to poke the trembling tiny figure in Mamimi’s hand. Naota’s father had seen better days. He was bruised and beaten, barely clinging onto consciousness. Dark welts shoed all over his body from what Haruko could only assume were from being squeezed too hard. His tiny face was scrunched up into a look of horror and fright as she shook violently in Mamimi’s palm. He looked pitiful, but Haruko felt no remorse. She had a new favorite toy, old man Kamon could get eaten by a rat for all Haruko cared. He was used toy, meant to be disposed if after using.
While Haruko stared unfazed by the horrible condition Kamon was in, Mamimi looked away guiltily. “I didn’t mean…” she grumbled, finding it hard to justify what she had done, but feeling like she had to explain. “When I got home and didn’t find my Tak-kun, I was so angry, but at the same time I was so horny from having him squirm between my legs, and then I just went nuts and….”
“You had angry sex with our tiny friend here,” Haruko chimed, running a finger over Kamon’s naked body. Shrunken people weren’t indestructible and if you use them while filled with rage and lust, something’s bond to break. Poor Kamon must have thought he had hit the jackpot when Mamimi started inserting him into her drooling cunt. What a nightmare it must have turned into when she started violently pushing him in and out, squeezing down on him with both her hand and pussy muscles. Kamon had lived, but he’d never look at another pussy the same way again.
“Take him,” Mamimi ordered and pushed the tiny man into Haruko’s hands. The towel clad woman stared at Kamon, wondering what she was going to do with this broken man. Several ideas crossed her mind that made her smirk evilly.
However, before she could do anything, Mamimi brushed past her toward the stairs. “I’m taking ‘my’ Tak-kun back,” she called out as she headed up to the shared room where Haruko and Naota slept. Watching the girl go, Haruko rolled her eyes at the impatience Mamimi was showing. Here she was, already using up one shrunken male and now she wanted another. She hadn’t even finished off the first one, instead she left him in a semi-comatose state for Haruko to deal with. Sighing to herself, Haruko headed upstairs to keep her property safe.
When Haruko reached her room, she found Mamimi tearing it up. Opening drawers and pulling out clothes, looking for anywhere that Naota might be hiding. Indiscreetly, Haruko glimpsed over to the bed seeing that her bra bed she had set up for Naota had been untouched. Seeing her toy safe, Haruko watched Mamimi go into frenzy as she searched for her tiny prey. Haruko dropped Kamon on the desk table, watching Mamimi frantically search with delight. A lopsided grin slowly emerged on Haruko’s face as she pieced together the reason for Mamimi’s anxiety.
“Couldn’t make you cum, huh?”
Mamimi swung around, red in the face and breathing deeply. She growled at the older women before losing her fire and sighing softly. Lumbering over to the bed she sat down a few inches from the discarded bra where Naota was sleeping. Haruko moved closer to give Mamimi some support; secretly making sure she didn’t notice or crush her sleeping toy.
“It just didn’t feel right,” Mamimi sniffled as she remembered the frustration she had felt from the denied orgasm. “He felt so good squirming inside me, but I kept thinking about how it should be my little Tak-kun inside me, not his pervy old dad. I just couldn’t get what I needed from him, it has to be Tak-kun giving me my first orgasm.”
“You poor girl. You think you need a man to give you an orgasm. I suggest if your looking for a homerun, try pitching for a different team, you might find the other players to be more knowledgeable.”
Removing her towel, Haruko tossed it away as Mamimi sat on the bed stunned by the naked woman standing in front of her. Haruko licked her lips at the teenage girl. She thought she was so mature and could act cool and aloof all the time just because some dumb boy had fumbled his prick into her pussy. It amused Haruko enough that she decided to play with the little girl. Show her a thing or two, maybe even let her use her Tak-kun under her supervision. It sounded like fun now, and later, if she was bored, there were other ways to amuse herself with the native girl. Haruko advanced on Mamimi like a hungry predator, ready to eat her in a way that Naota hadn’t thought of.
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