Because Every Story Is Better With Lesbos.
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Mamimi sat on the edge of the bed; her shoulders slumped in defeat. Life sucked. She'd been so close. She'd held Tak-kun in her hands. Watched his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. Felt the twinge of power deep within her at having her precious Tak-kun completely under her power. A twinge that echoed wonderfully in parts of her own body. And then this wretched woman had taken him and tricked her. She scowled at the thought. And even worse was that Haruko knew... SHE KNEW... that Mamimi had found no relief with Tak-kun's father. This strange older woman; Mamimi didn't like her. But Tak-kun certainly seemed too. What the hell did he see in her?!
And then Haruko had opened her towel and cast it carelessly onto the floor as she stepped towards Mamimi with obvious purpose. 'Oh,' Mamimi thought dumbly as her eyes traveled over the luscious curves of the advancing pink-haired woman.
Any further musings were immediately cut short as the Haruko launched herself at Mamimi. "Wha--" started Mamimi in obvious surprise as Haruko collided with her, forcing her onto her back on the bed. Before she could recover she felt something soft and warm pressed against her lips. Opening her eyes in shock she found herself locked in a kiss with the older woman. One of the advantages of Tak-kun was that Mamimi was always the one in charge of the relationship; this was definitely not like that at all. Blind rage and panic were Mamimi's first reaction to this unwanted assault... at least... that's what she wanted her reaction to be. If only it wasn't making her feel so damn good! With monumental effort, Mamimi began, finally, to flail her arms in an half-hearted attempt to fight the beautiful naked woman pressed against her off, only to have Haruko lock hands with her before forcing them back down onto the bed on either side of her head without ever breaking the kiss.
"Don't," Mamimi tried to protest against Haruko's lips even as a familiar hunger began to well up below her waist. She realized her mistake too late as a hot, wet tongue used the opportunity to snake between her open lips and into her mouth. Mamimi tried to push back with her own tongue; but it was like pushing a breeze. Haruko's tongue just seemed to glide over her own; massaging and probing at the same time.
For just an instant, Mamimi felt herself almost give in. God this woman was good; and all she'd done was kiss Mamimi. Almost as soon as she completed this thought it lead to the realization that, far from being afraid of where this could lead; she was actually terrified that Haruko may suddenly stop. Did a part of her want this? Was this the power Hakuko held over Tak-kun? And where the hell was Tak-kun anyway?!
Mamimi let out a ragged breath as Haruko finally released her mouth. Far from ending her oral assault, however, Haruko continued to leave a trail of light kisses down along her cheekbone and onto her neck. Mamimi marveled at the sensation. The pink-haired woman's lips never seemed to actually leave her skin; she just seemed to BE everywhere. One kiss leading into the next into the next to form something between a massage and a dance with her lips.
Her eyes closed, Mamimi merely cooed and moaned as the stream of fluttering kisses traced their way down her neck and onto her naked chest. Wait--what?! Her eyes snapped open as she glanced down at her body. Sure enough, somehow this pink-haired devil had managed to completely open her school uniform shirt without Mamimi even realizing that her hands had been released.
"But how did you--hmmmmmmmmmmm--uh... manage to open my shir--" Mamimi began quietly as a part of her already acknowledged that she no longer truly cared so long as Haruko continued.
"Shush," was the only reply she got as Haruko raised her hand toward Mamimi's face. Instead of pressing a single finger to Mamimi's lips as Mamimi assumed she intended; Haruko gently pushed two of her fingers into Mamimi's mouth. Initial surprise soon gave way to a guilty acceptance as she realized that every time she closed her eyes she imagined the fingers gently playing with her tongue as the tiny legs of her Tak-kun. Within moments Mamimi's tongue was returning the favor; licking and caressing the tiny imaginary legs dangling over her throat.
Momentarily sated, Mamimi allowed the housekeeper, who she was finding she hated a lot less than she used to, to continue exploring Mamimi's increasingly naked body. She gasped as she felt Haruko's teeth lightly rake her skin just above her right breast as she grasped the bra with her mouth. Mamimi was about to sit up to allow Haruko to unclasp the bra in the back only to feel the bra pull easily away from her heaving chest. How the hell had her bra been unclasped while she was flat on her back?
Cracking open one eye, Mamimi watched as Haruko gave her a knowing wink as she lowered her mouth towards Mamimi's tight, waiting nipples.
"Oh goaahhh!" Mamimi cried as a hot, wet mouth engulfed one stiff nipple sending a sensation Mamimi could only describe as lightning shooting all through her body. It took a monumental effort to keep from accidentally biting down on the two fingers between her lips as she sensation tore through her. Fighting for control even as she felt a new, intense sensation beginning to grow within her; Mamimi became distantly aware that she had, at some point, grasped the sides of Haruko's head and had pulled her so tight against her chest that she wasn't sure how, or even 'if', Haruko was breathing around Mamimi's tit flesh. Not that it seemed to bother Haruko who even now was alternating between sucking on the sensitive bud and swirling her tongue lightly around the areola.
Every swipe of that experienced tongue brought a new wave of intense pleasure. It was actually a relief to finally have the fingers withdrawn from her mouth. "That feeeeeeeels...mmmmmmmmmm.... so amazing...." Mamimi almost panted as soon as she could speak again. Suddenly those same fingers, still hot and wet with her own saliva, clamped down gently but firmly on her other nipple.
"Taaaak-kuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" Mamimi cried out as a massive orgasm raked her body; forcing her to simultaneously pull Haruko still tighter against her heaving chest while also trying to thrust her hips up towards her. The waves seemed to crash again and again forcing cries and squeaks from the schoolgirl as the sexual frustrations of the last few hours seemed to just melt away. Sure, she had had an orgasm before; at least she thought she had. Not only had nothing been this intense; but even more amazing, never, ever, EVER, had she experienced one without any actual direct stimulation to her cunny at all! It was in that moment she realized that she was going to need two tiny toys. A tiny Tak-Kun; and eventually another toy... with pink hair.
"Liked that did ya?" asked Haruko with a knowing grin as she finally pulled free of Mamimi's breasts.
"That was amazing!" Mamimi cooed back in a dreamy tone as she tried to slow her breathing.
"Yeah," said the pink haired woman with a shrug as she reached for Mamimi's skirt, "I kinda figured you for a lightweight. Oh well, time for the main event."
"Lightwei--aaaaaaaaaa..." began Mamimi in protest of the perceived slight only to be reduced to a surprised sigh as Haruko's finger traced the outline of her pussy lips through her panties.
"Hey, I call them like I see them," replied Haruko simply as she leaned forward and blew gently over the panty covered pussy; eliciting yet another surprised gasp from Mamimi.
How the hell did she keep doing that?! It was like she new Mamimi's body better than Mamimi herself did! It would be really annoying if it didn't feel so damn good!
The strange woman seemed disinclined to allow Mamimi to continue this line of thought as she pressed her mouth against the panties, massaging Mamimi's already puffy cunt with her soft lips.
"Ooohhhh," gasped Mamimi as now familiar chills began to travel up and down her body again. Haruko had barely started but already Mamimi realized she was so, so close to release. 'Yup,' she mused to herself, 'definitely gonna need a tiny Haruko to complement my tiny Tak-kun. Assuming I manage to retrieve him.'
Sure enough, within moments, Haruko's light nuzzling had managed to push Mamimi into another orgasm; leaving her panties drenched with her own juices and the rest of her body drenched in sweat. As the waves of pleasuer finally began to die down again, Mamimi closed her eyes and stretched out over Tak-kun's bed; a sappily pleased smile covering her flushed face.
"Good Earth-girl," said Haruko which struck Mamimi as the closest thing to a complement she had ever received from the woman. Of course, still basking in the afterglow; she was finding it extremely difficult to be irritated by the observation. "My turn," Haruko finished; punctuating the statement by crawling forward and casually straddling Mamimi's chest.
Mamimi had considered herself experienced at sex, though the last hour or so was certainly changing that; yet she had never had any real experience with another woman before now. Sure she knew about her own pussy; but finding herself suddenly inches from another woman's cunt was equal parts fascinating and intimidating. Haruko's position on her chest gave Mamimi an excellent view of everything from her head on down; but all Mamimi could do was stare at Haruko's waiting slit. Trimmed but not shaved bare; a shock of pink hair left little double as to the older woman's true hair color. Already Mamimi could see glistening moisture between the slightly parted lips. For just an instant, Mamimi guessed she had some idea of what Kamon had been through and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
"Oh!" Haruko said suddenly if remembering something. Quickly she leaned behind her and out of Mamimi's sight. "You're done with Kamon right?" Haruko asked as she turned back with the tiny, still shivering man grasped between two fingers.
"Well I--" began Mamimi.
"Good," finished Haruko without listening as she rocked her hips forward. Any further argument Mamimi felt she could muster was cut off as the pink haired muff was planted firmly against her mouth. "Start licking," the muff's owner commanded without ever taking her eyes off the tiny man in her hand.
With a mental shrug Mamimi pushed her tongue past her lips until she felt it connect with flesh that was not her own. She'd tasted herself before, more out of curiosity than anything else; but this was different, somehow sweet yet musky at the same time. Pleased, Mamimi probed further. Already humbled by Haruko's recent ministrations; she realized that she was basically lapping blindly without knowing what Haruko may like and what she wouldn't. A pleased moan from Haruko, however, put this fear to ease. Within moments, Haruko was gently rocking her hips back and forth against Mamimi's mouth and her hot, wet tongue.
All though this, neither girl had taken their eyes off of the poor haggard man between Haruko's fingers. Mamimi was not so much interested with what Kamon would do so much as she wanted to see if she could learn a few tricks from Haruko that she could use on Tak-kun once she had him again. Oblivious to her audience, Haruko grinned evilly at the tiny man who was finally beginning to struggle as he realized he was about to be downgraded to 'toy' again. Mamimi watched as Haruko licked her lips before lifting him up above her opened mouth. Without any further hesitation, Haruko released her fingers and dropped the panicking man inside; closing her lips as soon as he had dropped past.
Mamimi felt a perverse thrill as she watched Haruko work her toy around in her mouth; coating him liberally in hot, thick saliva. She recognized the power Haruko must feel at having the man so at her mercy; it was the same power she'd felt as she'd held her tiny Tak-kun. A moment later, the tiny drenched head and arms of Kamon managed to push past his current tormentor's lips. Haruko merely smiled around him as her mouth continued to work; obviously tasting and massageing her toy as Mamimi had done with Haruko's fingers.
Suddenly the rocking intensified; becoming more urgent as Haruko sought a release of her own. Within moments, Haruko was flushed and sweating as she continued to grind against Mamimi's mouth. "Mmmm...." she moaned around her toy who seemed to be trying to get Mamimi's attention with greater and greater degrees of desperation.
'Silly old man,' though Mamimi with a shrug, 'why doesn't he just give in and enjoy himself? It's not like she's really going to hurt him.'
Almost at the exact moment she thought this, she heard Haruko gasp as her pussy suddenly contracted around her tongue. As Mamimi felt the other woman's pussy quiver against her mouth she watched Haruko suck Kamon back into her mouth; first his head and finally his flailing arms. The next action caught Mamimi completely by surprise; a sudden wet gulp from Haruko, followed by a small, struggling lump traveling down her throat before it disappeared behind her heaving chest.
"Oh my god!" Mamimi cried in panic, though it came out more as "Mmhmmhuh," with her mouth still muffled by Haruko's cunt. Far from being concerned about Kamon; Mamimi was instead panicked by the sudden thought that, maybe that was why she'd been unable to find Tak-kun. Oh God! Had she just been making love to her wonderful Tak-kun's final resting place?!
"Yeah, tell me about it," said Haruko with a laugh, "you can't imaged how great that feels." She rolled off of Mamimi with a sign. "Guess I'll grab a few of my less delicious toys for round two."
"Did... did you..." Mamimi finally managed to stutter out as she realized she could clearly see movement in Haruko's belly as if someone were beating against the inside walls. "YOU DIDN'T EAT TAK-KUN DID YOU?!"
For just a moment, Haruko stared at her as if she hadn't understood the question before she finally burst out laughing. "Foolish Earth-girl," she said finally as she wiped a tear from her eye, "I wouldn't go through this kind of trouble just to swallow him right away. In fact..." Mamimi found herself being studied as Haruko seemed to consider her next action. "What the hell," she said at last as she reached past Mamimi for her bra on the table. "He was pretty exhausted after my first session with him so this seemed like the place for him. She pulled apart the cups without ever taking her eyes off of Mamimi's face.
"Wow..." Mamimi squeaked in wonder as she stared down into the open cups. "So... did he shrink smaller? Or did you turn him into the bra? I can't even see him."
"Huh?" Haruko cried as her eyes darted down to the clearly empty bra. Mamimi watched several different emotions play across the pink-haired woman's face before she seemed to finally settle on a frown.
'Uh oh,' Mamimi realized at last as Haruko's eyes began to dart around the room. Tak-kun was missing. Two important questions quickly came to mind as she was sure it had to Haruko. First, where the hell was Tak-kun? And second, did he know that his beloved Haruko's stomach was gearing up to digest his father?
And then Haruko had opened her towel and cast it carelessly onto the floor as she stepped towards Mamimi with obvious purpose. 'Oh,' Mamimi thought dumbly as her eyes traveled over the luscious curves of the advancing pink-haired woman.
Any further musings were immediately cut short as the Haruko launched herself at Mamimi. "Wha--" started Mamimi in obvious surprise as Haruko collided with her, forcing her onto her back on the bed. Before she could recover she felt something soft and warm pressed against her lips. Opening her eyes in shock she found herself locked in a kiss with the older woman. One of the advantages of Tak-kun was that Mamimi was always the one in charge of the relationship; this was definitely not like that at all. Blind rage and panic were Mamimi's first reaction to this unwanted assault... at least... that's what she wanted her reaction to be. If only it wasn't making her feel so damn good! With monumental effort, Mamimi began, finally, to flail her arms in an half-hearted attempt to fight the beautiful naked woman pressed against her off, only to have Haruko lock hands with her before forcing them back down onto the bed on either side of her head without ever breaking the kiss.
"Don't," Mamimi tried to protest against Haruko's lips even as a familiar hunger began to well up below her waist. She realized her mistake too late as a hot, wet tongue used the opportunity to snake between her open lips and into her mouth. Mamimi tried to push back with her own tongue; but it was like pushing a breeze. Haruko's tongue just seemed to glide over her own; massaging and probing at the same time.
For just an instant, Mamimi felt herself almost give in. God this woman was good; and all she'd done was kiss Mamimi. Almost as soon as she completed this thought it lead to the realization that, far from being afraid of where this could lead; she was actually terrified that Haruko may suddenly stop. Did a part of her want this? Was this the power Hakuko held over Tak-kun? And where the hell was Tak-kun anyway?!
Mamimi let out a ragged breath as Haruko finally released her mouth. Far from ending her oral assault, however, Haruko continued to leave a trail of light kisses down along her cheekbone and onto her neck. Mamimi marveled at the sensation. The pink-haired woman's lips never seemed to actually leave her skin; she just seemed to BE everywhere. One kiss leading into the next into the next to form something between a massage and a dance with her lips.
Her eyes closed, Mamimi merely cooed and moaned as the stream of fluttering kisses traced their way down her neck and onto her naked chest. Wait--what?! Her eyes snapped open as she glanced down at her body. Sure enough, somehow this pink-haired devil had managed to completely open her school uniform shirt without Mamimi even realizing that her hands had been released.
"But how did you--hmmmmmmmmmmm--uh... manage to open my shir--" Mamimi began quietly as a part of her already acknowledged that she no longer truly cared so long as Haruko continued.
"Shush," was the only reply she got as Haruko raised her hand toward Mamimi's face. Instead of pressing a single finger to Mamimi's lips as Mamimi assumed she intended; Haruko gently pushed two of her fingers into Mamimi's mouth. Initial surprise soon gave way to a guilty acceptance as she realized that every time she closed her eyes she imagined the fingers gently playing with her tongue as the tiny legs of her Tak-kun. Within moments Mamimi's tongue was returning the favor; licking and caressing the tiny imaginary legs dangling over her throat.
Momentarily sated, Mamimi allowed the housekeeper, who she was finding she hated a lot less than she used to, to continue exploring Mamimi's increasingly naked body. She gasped as she felt Haruko's teeth lightly rake her skin just above her right breast as she grasped the bra with her mouth. Mamimi was about to sit up to allow Haruko to unclasp the bra in the back only to feel the bra pull easily away from her heaving chest. How the hell had her bra been unclasped while she was flat on her back?
Cracking open one eye, Mamimi watched as Haruko gave her a knowing wink as she lowered her mouth towards Mamimi's tight, waiting nipples.
"Oh goaahhh!" Mamimi cried as a hot, wet mouth engulfed one stiff nipple sending a sensation Mamimi could only describe as lightning shooting all through her body. It took a monumental effort to keep from accidentally biting down on the two fingers between her lips as she sensation tore through her. Fighting for control even as she felt a new, intense sensation beginning to grow within her; Mamimi became distantly aware that she had, at some point, grasped the sides of Haruko's head and had pulled her so tight against her chest that she wasn't sure how, or even 'if', Haruko was breathing around Mamimi's tit flesh. Not that it seemed to bother Haruko who even now was alternating between sucking on the sensitive bud and swirling her tongue lightly around the areola.
Every swipe of that experienced tongue brought a new wave of intense pleasure. It was actually a relief to finally have the fingers withdrawn from her mouth. "That feeeeeeeels...mmmmmmmmmm.... so amazing...." Mamimi almost panted as soon as she could speak again. Suddenly those same fingers, still hot and wet with her own saliva, clamped down gently but firmly on her other nipple.
"Taaaak-kuuuuuuuuuuuuun!" Mamimi cried out as a massive orgasm raked her body; forcing her to simultaneously pull Haruko still tighter against her heaving chest while also trying to thrust her hips up towards her. The waves seemed to crash again and again forcing cries and squeaks from the schoolgirl as the sexual frustrations of the last few hours seemed to just melt away. Sure, she had had an orgasm before; at least she thought she had. Not only had nothing been this intense; but even more amazing, never, ever, EVER, had she experienced one without any actual direct stimulation to her cunny at all! It was in that moment she realized that she was going to need two tiny toys. A tiny Tak-Kun; and eventually another toy... with pink hair.
"Liked that did ya?" asked Haruko with a knowing grin as she finally pulled free of Mamimi's breasts.
"That was amazing!" Mamimi cooed back in a dreamy tone as she tried to slow her breathing.
"Yeah," said the pink haired woman with a shrug as she reached for Mamimi's skirt, "I kinda figured you for a lightweight. Oh well, time for the main event."
"Lightwei--aaaaaaaaaa..." began Mamimi in protest of the perceived slight only to be reduced to a surprised sigh as Haruko's finger traced the outline of her pussy lips through her panties.
"Hey, I call them like I see them," replied Haruko simply as she leaned forward and blew gently over the panty covered pussy; eliciting yet another surprised gasp from Mamimi.
How the hell did she keep doing that?! It was like she new Mamimi's body better than Mamimi herself did! It would be really annoying if it didn't feel so damn good!
The strange woman seemed disinclined to allow Mamimi to continue this line of thought as she pressed her mouth against the panties, massaging Mamimi's already puffy cunt with her soft lips.
"Ooohhhh," gasped Mamimi as now familiar chills began to travel up and down her body again. Haruko had barely started but already Mamimi realized she was so, so close to release. 'Yup,' she mused to herself, 'definitely gonna need a tiny Haruko to complement my tiny Tak-kun. Assuming I manage to retrieve him.'
Sure enough, within moments, Haruko's light nuzzling had managed to push Mamimi into another orgasm; leaving her panties drenched with her own juices and the rest of her body drenched in sweat. As the waves of pleasuer finally began to die down again, Mamimi closed her eyes and stretched out over Tak-kun's bed; a sappily pleased smile covering her flushed face.
"Good Earth-girl," said Haruko which struck Mamimi as the closest thing to a complement she had ever received from the woman. Of course, still basking in the afterglow; she was finding it extremely difficult to be irritated by the observation. "My turn," Haruko finished; punctuating the statement by crawling forward and casually straddling Mamimi's chest.
Mamimi had considered herself experienced at sex, though the last hour or so was certainly changing that; yet she had never had any real experience with another woman before now. Sure she knew about her own pussy; but finding herself suddenly inches from another woman's cunt was equal parts fascinating and intimidating. Haruko's position on her chest gave Mamimi an excellent view of everything from her head on down; but all Mamimi could do was stare at Haruko's waiting slit. Trimmed but not shaved bare; a shock of pink hair left little double as to the older woman's true hair color. Already Mamimi could see glistening moisture between the slightly parted lips. For just an instant, Mamimi guessed she had some idea of what Kamon had been through and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
"Oh!" Haruko said suddenly if remembering something. Quickly she leaned behind her and out of Mamimi's sight. "You're done with Kamon right?" Haruko asked as she turned back with the tiny, still shivering man grasped between two fingers.
"Well I--" began Mamimi.
"Good," finished Haruko without listening as she rocked her hips forward. Any further argument Mamimi felt she could muster was cut off as the pink haired muff was planted firmly against her mouth. "Start licking," the muff's owner commanded without ever taking her eyes off the tiny man in her hand.
With a mental shrug Mamimi pushed her tongue past her lips until she felt it connect with flesh that was not her own. She'd tasted herself before, more out of curiosity than anything else; but this was different, somehow sweet yet musky at the same time. Pleased, Mamimi probed further. Already humbled by Haruko's recent ministrations; she realized that she was basically lapping blindly without knowing what Haruko may like and what she wouldn't. A pleased moan from Haruko, however, put this fear to ease. Within moments, Haruko was gently rocking her hips back and forth against Mamimi's mouth and her hot, wet tongue.
All though this, neither girl had taken their eyes off of the poor haggard man between Haruko's fingers. Mamimi was not so much interested with what Kamon would do so much as she wanted to see if she could learn a few tricks from Haruko that she could use on Tak-kun once she had him again. Oblivious to her audience, Haruko grinned evilly at the tiny man who was finally beginning to struggle as he realized he was about to be downgraded to 'toy' again. Mamimi watched as Haruko licked her lips before lifting him up above her opened mouth. Without any further hesitation, Haruko released her fingers and dropped the panicking man inside; closing her lips as soon as he had dropped past.
Mamimi felt a perverse thrill as she watched Haruko work her toy around in her mouth; coating him liberally in hot, thick saliva. She recognized the power Haruko must feel at having the man so at her mercy; it was the same power she'd felt as she'd held her tiny Tak-kun. A moment later, the tiny drenched head and arms of Kamon managed to push past his current tormentor's lips. Haruko merely smiled around him as her mouth continued to work; obviously tasting and massageing her toy as Mamimi had done with Haruko's fingers.
Suddenly the rocking intensified; becoming more urgent as Haruko sought a release of her own. Within moments, Haruko was flushed and sweating as she continued to grind against Mamimi's mouth. "Mmmm...." she moaned around her toy who seemed to be trying to get Mamimi's attention with greater and greater degrees of desperation.
'Silly old man,' though Mamimi with a shrug, 'why doesn't he just give in and enjoy himself? It's not like she's really going to hurt him.'
Almost at the exact moment she thought this, she heard Haruko gasp as her pussy suddenly contracted around her tongue. As Mamimi felt the other woman's pussy quiver against her mouth she watched Haruko suck Kamon back into her mouth; first his head and finally his flailing arms. The next action caught Mamimi completely by surprise; a sudden wet gulp from Haruko, followed by a small, struggling lump traveling down her throat before it disappeared behind her heaving chest.
"Oh my god!" Mamimi cried in panic, though it came out more as "Mmhmmhuh," with her mouth still muffled by Haruko's cunt. Far from being concerned about Kamon; Mamimi was instead panicked by the sudden thought that, maybe that was why she'd been unable to find Tak-kun. Oh God! Had she just been making love to her wonderful Tak-kun's final resting place?!
"Yeah, tell me about it," said Haruko with a laugh, "you can't imaged how great that feels." She rolled off of Mamimi with a sign. "Guess I'll grab a few of my less delicious toys for round two."
"Did... did you..." Mamimi finally managed to stutter out as she realized she could clearly see movement in Haruko's belly as if someone were beating against the inside walls. "YOU DIDN'T EAT TAK-KUN DID YOU?!"
For just a moment, Haruko stared at her as if she hadn't understood the question before she finally burst out laughing. "Foolish Earth-girl," she said finally as she wiped a tear from her eye, "I wouldn't go through this kind of trouble just to swallow him right away. In fact..." Mamimi found herself being studied as Haruko seemed to consider her next action. "What the hell," she said at last as she reached past Mamimi for her bra on the table. "He was pretty exhausted after my first session with him so this seemed like the place for him. She pulled apart the cups without ever taking her eyes off of Mamimi's face.
"Wow..." Mamimi squeaked in wonder as she stared down into the open cups. "So... did he shrink smaller? Or did you turn him into the bra? I can't even see him."
"Huh?" Haruko cried as her eyes darted down to the clearly empty bra. Mamimi watched several different emotions play across the pink-haired woman's face before she seemed to finally settle on a frown.
'Uh oh,' Mamimi realized at last as Haruko's eyes began to dart around the room. Tak-kun was missing. Two important questions quickly came to mind as she was sure it had to Haruko. First, where the hell was Tak-kun? And second, did he know that his beloved Haruko's stomach was gearing up to digest his father?
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