Naota's A Pain In The Butt.
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 24
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copier
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primus359
Somehow it seemed so cut-and-dry. Mamimi meant safety. Well… ‘relative’ safety. Haruko almost guaranteed anarchy. His decision should have been simple. And it was.
“Haruko,” he said aloud as he eyes again traveled over the awe-inspiring beauty her body presented. Her vibrant pink hair; her beautiful voluptuous body; and that damned irresistible confidence she exuded. As tempting as the guarantee of safety felt at his miniscule size; Naota realized he’d regret it. He’d spend the rest of his life being the sexual plaything of a horny schoolgirl; and he’d also spend the rest of his life wondering about his pink-haired goddess. And wishing that he’d made the right choice at the time. It just didn’t feel the same way reversed. The thought of NEVER seeing Mamimi again was only slightly disappointing in a ‘oh, I wonder whatever happened to them,’ sort of way.
A quick glance revealed that he had a mostly clear path to Haruko. Mostly. Her towel, discarded so carelessly when Haruko had decided to seduce Mamimi, was still splayed across the floor directly between him and her. He really only had two options: go over, or go around. ‘Over’ was definitely a shorter distance but would slow him down as he climbed over the hill that the bunched-up cloth presented. ‘Around’ meant he’d end up circling around closer to Mamimi before he could start toward Haruko. In this situation, Mamimi was the wild card. Being found by her first almost guaranteed that his decision to be with Haruko would be in vain.
It was with a momentary thrill of panic that Naota realized he’d already considered these possibilities for two long. Haruko was moving further to the opposite side of the room while Mamimi, was slowly searching her way closer. With a silent curse, he charged out from his hiding place; running full-speed toward the towel and his new owner beyond.
Naota reached the towel quickly, intending to push off of the towel with his hands and vaunt his tiny body at least part of the way over. Instead he thrust his hands inside of a fold in the fabric and quickly found himself face down in the still soggy fabric. Fighting away the momentary thrill as he realized he recognized Haruko’s scent; Naota pulled his hands free and began climbing. Unfortunately, the towel didn’t seem the least bit inclined to assist Naota in this venture. Instead Naota found himself making almost no headway as the fabric bent and folded back toward him every time he added his miniscule weight to it. Stubbornly, Naota made several attempts before he finally realized how much valuable time he was losing. A quick glance revealed that neither giantess had yet to notice him, fortunately. With a final kick to the towel in frustration, Naota began making his way around the towel instead.
Moving more cautiously now, Naota slowly made his way closer and closer to the kneeling Mamimi who, thankfully, still had her back to him. As he finally rounded the towel he came as close to the giant schoolgirl as he had been since Haruko had rescued/kidnapped him from her earlier at the bridge. He should have turned and continued on his way; but, being this close, Naota couldn’t stop himself from stopping for a moment to admire the view. His current position offered an absolutely spectacular view of Mamimi’s ass and her still damp pussy. All modesty seemed to be forgotten as she searched for him and Naota couldn’t drag his eyes away from the delicate, pink folds to her sex. From this distance he could already detect Mamimi’s own scent. The ever present, faint smell of cigarettes; but also something more. A kind of musky scent that struck Naota as both very similar to Haruko while being unique at the same time. Maybe… just maybe…
No. Haruko. Focus. With a quick turn on his heel, Naota began running towards Haruko. Would she be pleased with him for returning to her? Would she be angry that he’d run in the first place? Did he really have any hope of guessing how the queen of the unexpected would react to… anything?! Keep guessing, Naota. He shook these thoughts away. He was half way now and closing fast.
Within seconds he was three-quarters of the way; practically within spitting distance. His original intention had been to tag her foot to get her attention. But a sudden sense of showmanship got the better of him. He’d run right between her legs and present himself to her very face. He turned slightly to follow his new plan and was completely enveloped in darkness…
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Mamimi sealed her naughtly little Tak-kun gently but quite securely between her hands as she spun around to turn her back on the older woman. Already she could feel the familiar thrill of power run through her as she held her little toy. God, he was so light. She had almost forgotten. But there wasn’t time to consider that now. She hadn’t intended to go back on her agreement with Haruko, at least not so soon, as she’d reached for her prize. But suddenly having him literally in the palm of her hand brought a sudden realization. She would NOT give him back. She just couldn’t.
A quick glance down, however, revealed the reality of the situation. She was absolutely naked. There was nowhere to hide her Tak-kun; and a failure to hide him would ultimately deliver him right back into Haruko’s hands. This wouldn’t do. She could hide him somewhere in the room. But with Haruko already searching and judging by the amount of struggling that was going on between her hands; he wouldn’t stay hidden for long. Nope, he’d have to stay on her person.
And at that moment it struck her. She COULD hide Tak-kun, but it was dangerous. Not ‘on’ her person… but ‘in’ her. Not her pussy, obviously. While she felt quite certain that her little Tak-kun would fit; she was equally certain that she wouldn’t be able to stand up straight or have anything resembling a coherent conversation while he struggled in her most intimate of spots. That didn’t leave too many other options.
‘I could swallow him,’ she mused as she cracked her hands open to peer in at her prize. Haruko had obviously managed to swallow a man of the same size and the movements of her tummy had made it abundantly obvious that he was alive and we—hmm… alive at any rate; inside the older woman’s stomach. But almost immediately she was forced to discount swallowing Tak-kun as well. It was just too dangerous. Who knew how long it would be before the pink-haired woman would finally let her get away to some point where she could release him. Yes, she’d seen Tak-kun’s father struggling but she didn’t know how long she’d have before Tak-kun became a part of her forever. Hmm… was that such a bad thing? Her first intention was to push the thought away but somehow, the thought of absorbing a tiny Tak-kun wasn’t as horrible as she would first have thought.
‘Nope,’ she decided at last. Not her Tak-kun. Besides, if she could see Tak-kun’s father struggling in Haruko’s belly then Haruko would just as easily see Tak-kun struggling in hers. Inside her hands, a tiny Tak-kun glared adorably up at her. His face was red and he was breathing hard from his struggles between her hands. If he was red faced now, just wait till she got him home. Unfortunately for him, with her pussy and mouth disqualified as possible hiding spots that really only left one orifice left that would work. She couldn’t see him enjoying it though; maybe she could think of something else.
As she gazed down at Naota however, she watched him catch sight of his damn beloved Haruko. In horror she watched him take a deep breath as he prepared to make a final desperate call for the older woman. Mamimi’s response was instinct as much as anything else. She whipped the tiny Naota around behind her. With her other hand she grabbed one of her beautiful round ass cheeks and pulled it aside revealing her tight puckered hole to her new toy. It was almost ironic, she mused as she began to push Naota toward her ass, that he would be the first man to take her ass as well. She’d never understood the fascination that guys had with girl’s asses. That changed the moment she felt her Tak-kun’s face make contact. For just a moment she froze, enjoying the sensation of the tiny boy’s struggles with his face pressed tightly against her wrinkled muscle.
“Find something?” asked Haruko casually, yanking Mamimi back to the present. A quick glance confirmed that she the pink haired woman was still on her hands and knees with her head in Naota’s closet; but she was starting to straighten up. Mamimi only had a moment before she’d be caught with her hand in the cookie jar… so to speak. Biting her bottom lip in concentration she quickly shoved the rest of Tak-kun into her ass and let go of her ass; completely sealing Naota inside.
“Nah,” Mamimi replied casually with a certain amount of pride that she’d managed to get away with her subterfuge. “I thought I saw something near the towel but I was wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooaaaaaaaaaa—!” Mamimi clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the loud moan that her statement had become. She could already feel her face becoming bright red as she locked eyes with the amused looking Haruko.
“Uh… you alright?” asked Haruko with a smirk.
Mamimi gulped loudly behind her hands. She suddenly understood the fascination with the ass. The tiny Naota struggling inside her butt was causing a strange ticking that was starting to march its way up and down her spine. Tiny waves of pleasure that seemed to be growing! This wouldn’t do. In panic, Mamimi tightened the muscles of her ass, clamping down on her tiny, troublesome toy. Another gasp ripped past her lips as the sensations intensified instead.
“I’m… I’m fine,” she finally managed to gasp out. Everything was about to spin out of control; but what could she do?!
“You think I wouldn’t figure it out, huh?” Haruko said with a lopsided grin as she finally stood and approached the increasingly panicked Mamimi. “I know exactly what your problem is.”
“You… you do?” squeaked Mamimi. She’d been so close. Soooo close!
“Oooh yeah,” replied Haruko with a laugh, “you got the farts right? Spicy curry always does it. Good thing I don’t have my head down there now, huh?” She motions towards Mamimi’s increasingly moist pussy before she turns back towards the closet. “I’ll have them pretty soon myself,” she finished, patting her own tummy.
Relief flooded through Mamimi as the pink-haired woman turned away from her. But that only took care of one problem. If she didn’t find a way out of this situation soon, Haruko would figure out what was a really happening by the stream of fluid that would be running down her leg. And her naughty Tak-kun certainly didn’t seem too inclined to stop!
“This isn’t working,” Haruko said with a shrug. There was no defeat in her tone; just an acceptance that she was going to have to adapt with the situation. “He’s close,” she almost purred, “I can feel it. He’s gonna be in so much trouble when I find him.”
“Maybe,” breathed Mamimi as Naota stopped moving for a moment. A new, desperate plan was forming. “Maybe… one of us should shrrrriiiiiiiii—“ she clamped her hands to her mouth as the struggling returned with a frenzy. “One of us should shrink too!” she squeaked out as soon as she could; practically running all of the words together in the process.
“You really wanna volunteer for that?” asked Haruko with a suddenly devious grin. Had she licked her lips?
“Not me… oooooohhhhhh… uh… not me. You,”
“Hmm?” replied Haruko with a grin as she cocked her head to the side. “Moi?”
“Yeah,” Mamimi almost moaned as she fought for control, “because… because… ooooooooohhhhh…. because you have the better chance of finding him!”
It was a pretty flimsy excuse. She expected Haruko to dismiss it immediately. To her surprise, the pink haired woman actually seemed to consider before she finally opened her mouth to answer.
“Haruko,” he said aloud as he eyes again traveled over the awe-inspiring beauty her body presented. Her vibrant pink hair; her beautiful voluptuous body; and that damned irresistible confidence she exuded. As tempting as the guarantee of safety felt at his miniscule size; Naota realized he’d regret it. He’d spend the rest of his life being the sexual plaything of a horny schoolgirl; and he’d also spend the rest of his life wondering about his pink-haired goddess. And wishing that he’d made the right choice at the time. It just didn’t feel the same way reversed. The thought of NEVER seeing Mamimi again was only slightly disappointing in a ‘oh, I wonder whatever happened to them,’ sort of way.
A quick glance revealed that he had a mostly clear path to Haruko. Mostly. Her towel, discarded so carelessly when Haruko had decided to seduce Mamimi, was still splayed across the floor directly between him and her. He really only had two options: go over, or go around. ‘Over’ was definitely a shorter distance but would slow him down as he climbed over the hill that the bunched-up cloth presented. ‘Around’ meant he’d end up circling around closer to Mamimi before he could start toward Haruko. In this situation, Mamimi was the wild card. Being found by her first almost guaranteed that his decision to be with Haruko would be in vain.
It was with a momentary thrill of panic that Naota realized he’d already considered these possibilities for two long. Haruko was moving further to the opposite side of the room while Mamimi, was slowly searching her way closer. With a silent curse, he charged out from his hiding place; running full-speed toward the towel and his new owner beyond.
Naota reached the towel quickly, intending to push off of the towel with his hands and vaunt his tiny body at least part of the way over. Instead he thrust his hands inside of a fold in the fabric and quickly found himself face down in the still soggy fabric. Fighting away the momentary thrill as he realized he recognized Haruko’s scent; Naota pulled his hands free and began climbing. Unfortunately, the towel didn’t seem the least bit inclined to assist Naota in this venture. Instead Naota found himself making almost no headway as the fabric bent and folded back toward him every time he added his miniscule weight to it. Stubbornly, Naota made several attempts before he finally realized how much valuable time he was losing. A quick glance revealed that neither giantess had yet to notice him, fortunately. With a final kick to the towel in frustration, Naota began making his way around the towel instead.
Moving more cautiously now, Naota slowly made his way closer and closer to the kneeling Mamimi who, thankfully, still had her back to him. As he finally rounded the towel he came as close to the giant schoolgirl as he had been since Haruko had rescued/kidnapped him from her earlier at the bridge. He should have turned and continued on his way; but, being this close, Naota couldn’t stop himself from stopping for a moment to admire the view. His current position offered an absolutely spectacular view of Mamimi’s ass and her still damp pussy. All modesty seemed to be forgotten as she searched for him and Naota couldn’t drag his eyes away from the delicate, pink folds to her sex. From this distance he could already detect Mamimi’s own scent. The ever present, faint smell of cigarettes; but also something more. A kind of musky scent that struck Naota as both very similar to Haruko while being unique at the same time. Maybe… just maybe…
No. Haruko. Focus. With a quick turn on his heel, Naota began running towards Haruko. Would she be pleased with him for returning to her? Would she be angry that he’d run in the first place? Did he really have any hope of guessing how the queen of the unexpected would react to… anything?! Keep guessing, Naota. He shook these thoughts away. He was half way now and closing fast.
Within seconds he was three-quarters of the way; practically within spitting distance. His original intention had been to tag her foot to get her attention. But a sudden sense of showmanship got the better of him. He’d run right between her legs and present himself to her very face. He turned slightly to follow his new plan and was completely enveloped in darkness…
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Mamimi sealed her naughtly little Tak-kun gently but quite securely between her hands as she spun around to turn her back on the older woman. Already she could feel the familiar thrill of power run through her as she held her little toy. God, he was so light. She had almost forgotten. But there wasn’t time to consider that now. She hadn’t intended to go back on her agreement with Haruko, at least not so soon, as she’d reached for her prize. But suddenly having him literally in the palm of her hand brought a sudden realization. She would NOT give him back. She just couldn’t.
A quick glance down, however, revealed the reality of the situation. She was absolutely naked. There was nowhere to hide her Tak-kun; and a failure to hide him would ultimately deliver him right back into Haruko’s hands. This wouldn’t do. She could hide him somewhere in the room. But with Haruko already searching and judging by the amount of struggling that was going on between her hands; he wouldn’t stay hidden for long. Nope, he’d have to stay on her person.
And at that moment it struck her. She COULD hide Tak-kun, but it was dangerous. Not ‘on’ her person… but ‘in’ her. Not her pussy, obviously. While she felt quite certain that her little Tak-kun would fit; she was equally certain that she wouldn’t be able to stand up straight or have anything resembling a coherent conversation while he struggled in her most intimate of spots. That didn’t leave too many other options.
‘I could swallow him,’ she mused as she cracked her hands open to peer in at her prize. Haruko had obviously managed to swallow a man of the same size and the movements of her tummy had made it abundantly obvious that he was alive and we—hmm… alive at any rate; inside the older woman’s stomach. But almost immediately she was forced to discount swallowing Tak-kun as well. It was just too dangerous. Who knew how long it would be before the pink-haired woman would finally let her get away to some point where she could release him. Yes, she’d seen Tak-kun’s father struggling but she didn’t know how long she’d have before Tak-kun became a part of her forever. Hmm… was that such a bad thing? Her first intention was to push the thought away but somehow, the thought of absorbing a tiny Tak-kun wasn’t as horrible as she would first have thought.
‘Nope,’ she decided at last. Not her Tak-kun. Besides, if she could see Tak-kun’s father struggling in Haruko’s belly then Haruko would just as easily see Tak-kun struggling in hers. Inside her hands, a tiny Tak-kun glared adorably up at her. His face was red and he was breathing hard from his struggles between her hands. If he was red faced now, just wait till she got him home. Unfortunately for him, with her pussy and mouth disqualified as possible hiding spots that really only left one orifice left that would work. She couldn’t see him enjoying it though; maybe she could think of something else.
As she gazed down at Naota however, she watched him catch sight of his damn beloved Haruko. In horror she watched him take a deep breath as he prepared to make a final desperate call for the older woman. Mamimi’s response was instinct as much as anything else. She whipped the tiny Naota around behind her. With her other hand she grabbed one of her beautiful round ass cheeks and pulled it aside revealing her tight puckered hole to her new toy. It was almost ironic, she mused as she began to push Naota toward her ass, that he would be the first man to take her ass as well. She’d never understood the fascination that guys had with girl’s asses. That changed the moment she felt her Tak-kun’s face make contact. For just a moment she froze, enjoying the sensation of the tiny boy’s struggles with his face pressed tightly against her wrinkled muscle.
“Find something?” asked Haruko casually, yanking Mamimi back to the present. A quick glance confirmed that she the pink haired woman was still on her hands and knees with her head in Naota’s closet; but she was starting to straighten up. Mamimi only had a moment before she’d be caught with her hand in the cookie jar… so to speak. Biting her bottom lip in concentration she quickly shoved the rest of Tak-kun into her ass and let go of her ass; completely sealing Naota inside.
“Nah,” Mamimi replied casually with a certain amount of pride that she’d managed to get away with her subterfuge. “I thought I saw something near the towel but I was wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrooooaaaaaaaaaa—!” Mamimi clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the loud moan that her statement had become. She could already feel her face becoming bright red as she locked eyes with the amused looking Haruko.
“Uh… you alright?” asked Haruko with a smirk.
Mamimi gulped loudly behind her hands. She suddenly understood the fascination with the ass. The tiny Naota struggling inside her butt was causing a strange ticking that was starting to march its way up and down her spine. Tiny waves of pleasure that seemed to be growing! This wouldn’t do. In panic, Mamimi tightened the muscles of her ass, clamping down on her tiny, troublesome toy. Another gasp ripped past her lips as the sensations intensified instead.
“I’m… I’m fine,” she finally managed to gasp out. Everything was about to spin out of control; but what could she do?!
“You think I wouldn’t figure it out, huh?” Haruko said with a lopsided grin as she finally stood and approached the increasingly panicked Mamimi. “I know exactly what your problem is.”
“You… you do?” squeaked Mamimi. She’d been so close. Soooo close!
“Oooh yeah,” replied Haruko with a laugh, “you got the farts right? Spicy curry always does it. Good thing I don’t have my head down there now, huh?” She motions towards Mamimi’s increasingly moist pussy before she turns back towards the closet. “I’ll have them pretty soon myself,” she finished, patting her own tummy.
Relief flooded through Mamimi as the pink-haired woman turned away from her. But that only took care of one problem. If she didn’t find a way out of this situation soon, Haruko would figure out what was a really happening by the stream of fluid that would be running down her leg. And her naughty Tak-kun certainly didn’t seem too inclined to stop!
“This isn’t working,” Haruko said with a shrug. There was no defeat in her tone; just an acceptance that she was going to have to adapt with the situation. “He’s close,” she almost purred, “I can feel it. He’s gonna be in so much trouble when I find him.”
“Maybe,” breathed Mamimi as Naota stopped moving for a moment. A new, desperate plan was forming. “Maybe… one of us should shrrrriiiiiiiii—“ she clamped her hands to her mouth as the struggling returned with a frenzy. “One of us should shrink too!” she squeaked out as soon as she could; practically running all of the words together in the process.
“You really wanna volunteer for that?” asked Haruko with a suddenly devious grin. Had she licked her lips?
“Not me… oooooohhhhhh… uh… not me. You,”
“Hmm?” replied Haruko with a grin as she cocked her head to the side. “Moi?”
“Yeah,” Mamimi almost moaned as she fought for control, “because… because… ooooooooohhhhh…. because you have the better chance of finding him!”
It was a pretty flimsy excuse. She expected Haruko to dismiss it immediately. To her surprise, the pink haired woman actually seemed to consider before she finally opened her mouth to answer.
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