Journey to the Center of Mamimi's Ass
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
No, no, no, no, NO! It was all going wrong. Naota had been there! He’d begun to pass directly beneath Haruko. He’d passed by the foot of his chosen Goddess; was ready to practice his new religion. He would worship and serve ‘Oh She of the Pink Muff’ for as long as she’d allow him. And if it meant that he ended up taking a one way trip down her gullet as his father had done then so be it. Hell, a piece of him would even welcome it.
But it was not to be. Mamimi’s fingers had snatched him right from under Haruka’s nose, almost literally. He’d realized immediately that he was essentially fucked. Figuratively then; literally pretty soon after. That gleam in her eye of accomplishment and something more; power, control, dominance, and victory. As much as he wanted Haruko, Mamimi wanted HIM just as much and maybe more.
And then she’d done it! He couldn’t believe she’d done it, but she had.
Approaching the rounded, globes of flesh; he’d had no idea that he was about to pass between them. Even as her other hand had grabbed a handful of one of her ass cheeks and pulled it aside; the thought that she was about to imprison him in her ass was the farthest thing from his mind. Then he’d had his face pushed forcefully against Mamimi’s tightly clenched asshole. With his arms held to the side of his body by her clenched fist, Naota couldn’t even try to push away as he’d felt the dry, wrinkled skin drag back and forth against his face. He could grimace, but that hadn’t stopped Mamimi from grinding him in slow circles right around the puckered opening. Worse yet, he’d have sworn that he felt her hand tremble around him as he’d made contact. She was enjoying it!
Mistakes. Everybody makes them. It had been at that point that Naota had made one. Opening his mouth to scream out his outrage at this latest injustice; Naota had instead found his mouth full of the wrinkly surface as Mamimi pressed him still tighter against her butt-hole. Sweat, grime, and rancid tastes that he didn’t even want to think about assaulted his tongue. Vile and disgusting, nothing could possibly get any worse than this for Naota. Wrong again...
As if Mamimi had sensed his disgust and decided to prove him wrong; the pressure that had been driving him so tightly against her flesh suddenly escalated alarmingly. At the same moment, her sphincter had actually puckered outwards as if to embrace him in a kiss. And embrace him it had; Naota’s anger and disgust had vanished in a split second as panic took a firm hold of his body instead. In an instant, Naota had felt his head pushed through the sphincter. Immediately, sweltering, humid air had slapped him in the face as his head emerged into the darkness of her colon.
“Nooo!” he had screamed as the rest of his body had been shoved through the tight opening directly behind him. Reacting mostly on instinct, Naota had immediately spun around on his hands and knees and had dove forward, intending to exit through the same opening he’d just entered. But it was too late, the muscle was already clenching closed again with very little light still visible. In desperation, Naota had thrust one arm as far through as possible and Mamimi’s asshole had sealed shut around just below his shoulder. A moment later he’d felt his arm enveloped in warm, soft flesh as his captor had apparently released her cheek. He was trapped.
And now here he was, locked away in the rectum of his brother’s ex-girlfriend. Naota took in his surroundings; there was no light to speak of so he instead had to feel blindly around to get a sense of where he was. Everything around him pulsed and moved with a life of its own. Worse, everywhere he felt seemed covered in thick, slimy mucus. If he had been anywhere else, he may actually have laughed at the thought that he was in a position of HOPING that what he was feeling was just mucus. His other arm, still held by Mamimi’s tight hole, was slowly starting to go numb from lack of circulation. Resolute, Naota jabbed with his free hand at the clenched muscle, trying to work his fingers in along his arm in the hopes that he could eventually push all of himself through. Try as he might, the sphincter wasn’t moving.
With a howl of frustration he braced a foot against the fleshy wall beside his caught arm and pushed with all of his might. He didn’t want to pull his arm in with him; somehow it felt like defeat. But though he didn’t want to admit he was completely at the mercy of Mamimi’s ass; he certainly couldn’t leave his arm where it was either. At first, nothing happened; then, with a wet sucking sound, his arm pulled free. Naota landed heavily on his back and had just taken a breath to blow out a sigh of relief when the flesh all around him hardened like steel and clenched down on him. Life a massive vice the fleshy walls held him so tightly that Naota couldn’t breathe! Panicked; Naota’s body thrashed wildly in any way that it could find enough purchase to move. All round him, the surface seemed to tremble as he fought back but it only seemed to hold him tighter.
Finally, blessedly, it released him. For several, long seconds Naota simply lay panting on the ceaselessly moving floor listening to the only sounds he could hear, the constant, steady beat of her heart and gurgling sounds coming from higher above him. Gurgling that didn’t especially bode well for him in his current location. The only good point seemed to be that his nose had long since been overloaded by the smell. Sitting up, Naota wiped the gunk off of his face as he squinted into the darkness. Spitting to the side to clear his mouth he was equally glad that with smell gone, taste was also a sensation he didn’t have to worry about.
There wasn’t much room to move in the space he found himself in. He couldn’t stand, not that he’d have found it easy even if there’d been room. The floor was just too uneven and it was never NOT in motion. Turning to head back towards the sphincter, a sudden fear hit him: had he gotten turned around in the dark? He hadn’t gone far had he? Surely Mamimi’s asshole, his gateway to the world beyond, was just ahead of him. Hoping silently to himself, Naota chose the direction that he felt the most positive about and started crawling. Frantically he rubbed his hands along the rippling walls as he moved, feeling his way. Everywhere he touched the flesh twitched and rippled in response. Even worse was when Mamimi started walking, probably taking him even further away from his beloved, pink haired goddess; it proved impossible for him to find a rhythm to her movements, so he kept rubbing heavily against the walls around him. Every time he did, the flesh would clench down and grab him again.
Several minutes passed before the panic Naota already felt started to ratchet higher still. He hadn’t pushed himself this far. He should have found it by now. Another intense spasm interrupted his thoughts as he felt the muscles dragging him along the dark fleshy tube.
‘No!’ that was it! Every time she clenched her muscles, she was dragging him deeper and deeper into her body! Was she insane? Was she trying to kill him? Was she really that eager to posses him that she’d even risk sacrificing him to her butt?! As the thumping heartbeat started to speed up around him he realized he knew the answers. He was hers and she was going to do whatever she wanted with him. Even if he finally managed to claw himself out of her rump, he’d still be totally at her mercy.
Haruko, the same woman that had been nothing but trouble since the moment she’d run him down with her vespa was now his only hope for salvation. But how could she even know where to look?! Mamimi was willing to smuggle Naota out of Haruko’s reach in her ass. As another clench dragged him deeper still, strange scenario’s flashed briefly through his head of ways Haruko may find him. Maybe they shared a deeper bond and Haruko would simply sense that he was in Mamimi’s ass! Yeah, keep dreaming. Maybe she’d pull out some sort of complex space device and simply detect him inside Mamimi. Wait, did she even have anything like that? Maybe she’d find the tiny drops of cum that he’d left beside the bed and realize that he’d chosen her and then she’d realize that Naota had chosen her and must have been taken! Sure, Naota, might as well throw in a unicorn or two while you’re at it.
In the darkness, misery threatened to overtake him when suddenly something had rubbed against him. The viselike squeezes were coming more and more frequently as Mamimi’s heartbeat sped up to a kanga beat. He was sure that Mamimi had been getting off on his tiny body being trapped inside her but this touch was different. It was more focused, a curious jab that had rubbed lightly against him as he felt the contours of his own body. Fingers! A tiny hope screamed that the fingers were Haruko coming to save him.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through his body as he threw himself in the direction that the touch had come from. Instead of open space, however, Naota was surprised to find himself flung securely against another fleshy wall as yet another massive squeeze clamped down on him. Then the fingers came again, pushing against the wall from the other side. For just a second, confusion drove out the panic as Naota tried to figure out what he was witnessing. Another angry howl tore from his throat as he realized that it was actually Mamimi tending to her own desires. Unbidden, the image of Mamimi on his bed with her fingers rubbing furiously inside her sopping cunt flashed in his mind. Angrily he pushed against the fleshy wall and the fingers beyond but was rewarded with the single strongest clench yet. So strong, he was sure his ribs would crack as the flesh pushed so tightly that it formed a sort of second skin around him; and it just wasn’t stopping! And somewhere, he was certain he could hear the restrained cry of ecstasy coming from his new master.
Misery took a firm hold of Naota as the muscles finally released him. He was trapped. Mamimi would never release him. Oh, from her ass sure, but not her clutches. His last view of Haruko would be of her kneeling on the floor of his closet with his father probably already gone deep inside her. This was his new life. Since the moment he’d been shrunk, even as he’d been at Haruko’s mercy, NEVER, had he felt as truly helpless and hopeless as he did just now. With a final clench that pulled him still deeper into her massive body, Naota couldn’t help but wonder…
But it was not to be. Mamimi’s fingers had snatched him right from under Haruka’s nose, almost literally. He’d realized immediately that he was essentially fucked. Figuratively then; literally pretty soon after. That gleam in her eye of accomplishment and something more; power, control, dominance, and victory. As much as he wanted Haruko, Mamimi wanted HIM just as much and maybe more.
And then she’d done it! He couldn’t believe she’d done it, but she had.
Approaching the rounded, globes of flesh; he’d had no idea that he was about to pass between them. Even as her other hand had grabbed a handful of one of her ass cheeks and pulled it aside; the thought that she was about to imprison him in her ass was the farthest thing from his mind. Then he’d had his face pushed forcefully against Mamimi’s tightly clenched asshole. With his arms held to the side of his body by her clenched fist, Naota couldn’t even try to push away as he’d felt the dry, wrinkled skin drag back and forth against his face. He could grimace, but that hadn’t stopped Mamimi from grinding him in slow circles right around the puckered opening. Worse yet, he’d have sworn that he felt her hand tremble around him as he’d made contact. She was enjoying it!
Mistakes. Everybody makes them. It had been at that point that Naota had made one. Opening his mouth to scream out his outrage at this latest injustice; Naota had instead found his mouth full of the wrinkly surface as Mamimi pressed him still tighter against her butt-hole. Sweat, grime, and rancid tastes that he didn’t even want to think about assaulted his tongue. Vile and disgusting, nothing could possibly get any worse than this for Naota. Wrong again...
As if Mamimi had sensed his disgust and decided to prove him wrong; the pressure that had been driving him so tightly against her flesh suddenly escalated alarmingly. At the same moment, her sphincter had actually puckered outwards as if to embrace him in a kiss. And embrace him it had; Naota’s anger and disgust had vanished in a split second as panic took a firm hold of his body instead. In an instant, Naota had felt his head pushed through the sphincter. Immediately, sweltering, humid air had slapped him in the face as his head emerged into the darkness of her colon.
“Nooo!” he had screamed as the rest of his body had been shoved through the tight opening directly behind him. Reacting mostly on instinct, Naota had immediately spun around on his hands and knees and had dove forward, intending to exit through the same opening he’d just entered. But it was too late, the muscle was already clenching closed again with very little light still visible. In desperation, Naota had thrust one arm as far through as possible and Mamimi’s asshole had sealed shut around just below his shoulder. A moment later he’d felt his arm enveloped in warm, soft flesh as his captor had apparently released her cheek. He was trapped.
And now here he was, locked away in the rectum of his brother’s ex-girlfriend. Naota took in his surroundings; there was no light to speak of so he instead had to feel blindly around to get a sense of where he was. Everything around him pulsed and moved with a life of its own. Worse, everywhere he felt seemed covered in thick, slimy mucus. If he had been anywhere else, he may actually have laughed at the thought that he was in a position of HOPING that what he was feeling was just mucus. His other arm, still held by Mamimi’s tight hole, was slowly starting to go numb from lack of circulation. Resolute, Naota jabbed with his free hand at the clenched muscle, trying to work his fingers in along his arm in the hopes that he could eventually push all of himself through. Try as he might, the sphincter wasn’t moving.
With a howl of frustration he braced a foot against the fleshy wall beside his caught arm and pushed with all of his might. He didn’t want to pull his arm in with him; somehow it felt like defeat. But though he didn’t want to admit he was completely at the mercy of Mamimi’s ass; he certainly couldn’t leave his arm where it was either. At first, nothing happened; then, with a wet sucking sound, his arm pulled free. Naota landed heavily on his back and had just taken a breath to blow out a sigh of relief when the flesh all around him hardened like steel and clenched down on him. Life a massive vice the fleshy walls held him so tightly that Naota couldn’t breathe! Panicked; Naota’s body thrashed wildly in any way that it could find enough purchase to move. All round him, the surface seemed to tremble as he fought back but it only seemed to hold him tighter.
Finally, blessedly, it released him. For several, long seconds Naota simply lay panting on the ceaselessly moving floor listening to the only sounds he could hear, the constant, steady beat of her heart and gurgling sounds coming from higher above him. Gurgling that didn’t especially bode well for him in his current location. The only good point seemed to be that his nose had long since been overloaded by the smell. Sitting up, Naota wiped the gunk off of his face as he squinted into the darkness. Spitting to the side to clear his mouth he was equally glad that with smell gone, taste was also a sensation he didn’t have to worry about.
There wasn’t much room to move in the space he found himself in. He couldn’t stand, not that he’d have found it easy even if there’d been room. The floor was just too uneven and it was never NOT in motion. Turning to head back towards the sphincter, a sudden fear hit him: had he gotten turned around in the dark? He hadn’t gone far had he? Surely Mamimi’s asshole, his gateway to the world beyond, was just ahead of him. Hoping silently to himself, Naota chose the direction that he felt the most positive about and started crawling. Frantically he rubbed his hands along the rippling walls as he moved, feeling his way. Everywhere he touched the flesh twitched and rippled in response. Even worse was when Mamimi started walking, probably taking him even further away from his beloved, pink haired goddess; it proved impossible for him to find a rhythm to her movements, so he kept rubbing heavily against the walls around him. Every time he did, the flesh would clench down and grab him again.
Several minutes passed before the panic Naota already felt started to ratchet higher still. He hadn’t pushed himself this far. He should have found it by now. Another intense spasm interrupted his thoughts as he felt the muscles dragging him along the dark fleshy tube.
‘No!’ that was it! Every time she clenched her muscles, she was dragging him deeper and deeper into her body! Was she insane? Was she trying to kill him? Was she really that eager to posses him that she’d even risk sacrificing him to her butt?! As the thumping heartbeat started to speed up around him he realized he knew the answers. He was hers and she was going to do whatever she wanted with him. Even if he finally managed to claw himself out of her rump, he’d still be totally at her mercy.
Haruko, the same woman that had been nothing but trouble since the moment she’d run him down with her vespa was now his only hope for salvation. But how could she even know where to look?! Mamimi was willing to smuggle Naota out of Haruko’s reach in her ass. As another clench dragged him deeper still, strange scenario’s flashed briefly through his head of ways Haruko may find him. Maybe they shared a deeper bond and Haruko would simply sense that he was in Mamimi’s ass! Yeah, keep dreaming. Maybe she’d pull out some sort of complex space device and simply detect him inside Mamimi. Wait, did she even have anything like that? Maybe she’d find the tiny drops of cum that he’d left beside the bed and realize that he’d chosen her and then she’d realize that Naota had chosen her and must have been taken! Sure, Naota, might as well throw in a unicorn or two while you’re at it.
In the darkness, misery threatened to overtake him when suddenly something had rubbed against him. The viselike squeezes were coming more and more frequently as Mamimi’s heartbeat sped up to a kanga beat. He was sure that Mamimi had been getting off on his tiny body being trapped inside her but this touch was different. It was more focused, a curious jab that had rubbed lightly against him as he felt the contours of his own body. Fingers! A tiny hope screamed that the fingers were Haruko coming to save him.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through his body as he threw himself in the direction that the touch had come from. Instead of open space, however, Naota was surprised to find himself flung securely against another fleshy wall as yet another massive squeeze clamped down on him. Then the fingers came again, pushing against the wall from the other side. For just a second, confusion drove out the panic as Naota tried to figure out what he was witnessing. Another angry howl tore from his throat as he realized that it was actually Mamimi tending to her own desires. Unbidden, the image of Mamimi on his bed with her fingers rubbing furiously inside her sopping cunt flashed in his mind. Angrily he pushed against the fleshy wall and the fingers beyond but was rewarded with the single strongest clench yet. So strong, he was sure his ribs would crack as the flesh pushed so tightly that it formed a sort of second skin around him; and it just wasn’t stopping! And somewhere, he was certain he could hear the restrained cry of ecstasy coming from his new master.
Misery took a firm hold of Naota as the muscles finally released him. He was trapped. Mamimi would never release him. Oh, from her ass sure, but not her clutches. His last view of Haruko would be of her kneeling on the floor of his closet with his father probably already gone deep inside her. This was his new life. Since the moment he’d been shrunk, even as he’d been at Haruko’s mercy, NEVER, had he felt as truly helpless and hopeless as he did just now. With a final clench that pulled him still deeper into her massive body, Naota couldn’t help but wonder…
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