Putting a Show on for Nobody
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
(Partially written by the superb Primus. Enjoy.)
Haruko turned to watch as the silly girl stomped out of the room without any further arguing. She smiled slyly as she watched Mamimi’s ass twitch angrily with every stomp till she disappeared through the doorway and out of sight. Geeze, how did she keep getting tied to these amateurs? Amaro, Mamimi, Kamon and countless others, all whiney and lacking a spine. A smile, both sheepish and evil spread across her face as she remembered some of the fates of those ‘countless others.’
The sound of the bathroom door slamming shut deeper in the house woke her from her pleasant memories. Hmm… pleasant for her at any rate. A sudden fluttering from behind her navel caught her attention.
“Oh, NOW you start to struggle?” she yells snarkily down at her bellybutton. Men! If it wasn’t for the 1,001 uses she could find for them; why, she’d have no use for them at all. Contently, she brought her hand up and caressed her tight tummy as she enjoyed the frantic movements of its tiny occupant. Kamon must have figured out he wasn’t coming back up because he was really going crazy now; and every punch and kick that he threw echoed so nicely throughout her body. She often wondered what went through her meals heads as they found themselves inside her, but then she got bored and forgot about it. Why dwell on the suffering of others when you can focus on your own smug satisfaction
Still patting her tummy happily, Haruko did a slow turn in the middle of Naota’s room. “Taaaaaaakun,” she purred sensuously, “come out, come out where ever you are.” He was being such a naughty boy but that would only make it that much more fun when she found him. Truthfully, Naota’s resistance was hardly unexpected; Haruko would have been far more suspicious had he given in instantly. Prey always hid, even when it wanted to be captured it hid. It was that silly human survival instinct; it kept the monkeys from jumping head first into her mouth.
When no tiny Naota presented himself she began to do a more thorough search. Under the bed, between his desk and his bookshelf, behind the nightstand, it she was about to move on when something stopped her. Anybody else would have missed it but this certainly wasn’t the first time Haruko was searching for shrunken prey and her keen eyes spied it. A spot; a tiny gleaming spot of moisture, almost invisible on the wood floor.
Glancing around quickly, the pink haired woman bent down and wiped up the spot with her pinkie finger. For just an instant she held her finger up to the light, judging the sticky substance on her finger. With a knowing smirk pulling at her mouth she stuck the finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes, first analyzing the taste… then savoring it. Naota’s cum. Opening her eyes, Haruko let a wide, toothy smile dominate her face. Naota tasted just like victory, and it was salty.
Standing up straight, she did another slow turn in the middle of the room. “Naota,” she purred in a voice that dripped with promise. He was hers. She had tasted the evidence of that. She always knew the boy wanted her, even when he was steaming mad and in a bratty mood he still wanted to worship her goddess body secretively. It was one of the many reasons she had shrunk him; scared, confused, horny and love struck were all the perfect calcifications for an excellent toy boy.
“Meow,” came the loud, flat sound of Naota’s cat Miu Miu from the windowsill.
Haruko’s eyes narrowed at the cat only briefly before the wide, confident smile returned. “Well of course he chose me. Like anybody could ever be satisfied by that foolish Earth girl.” She let her hands travel up over her own curves in an exaggerated fashion. “Besides, who would drive a Yugo when you have a hot pink Lamborghini just arching to have you inside her… uh… it.” She smiled at her own analogy before she let herself focus on the search. “This is starting to get annoying, Tak-kun. How about you come on out and we can have some real fun.”
She waited. Nothing moved. Geeze he was really pushing the whole ‘hard-to-get’ angle wasn’t he? But that was alright. She had dealt with nervous little slaves before. The secret was giving them so much their heads explode and Haruko was a pro at being mind-blowingly awesome.
Humming casually to herself, Haruko ideally walked around the room, innocently looking around like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Oh well, guess he’s not here,” she said as convincingly as she could. She spun around one last time, looking for any tiny eyes she might have missed, but saw none. Her little toy had found himself a good hiding spot to watch her, after he came out she’d have to board it up.
“If he’s not here, I might as well do what I always do when I’m alone.” Striding towards the bed, Haruko made sure to wiggle her hips as she moved as noticeably as possible for her little voyeur to see. Hopping onto the bed, Haruko rolled over onto her stomach and slowly and sensual got onto her hands and knees. Keeping her chest down and her butt into the air, Haruko grinned madly and gripped the bed sheets between her claw like fingers. “Time to diddle my brains out!”
Haruko hadn’t expected her toy to give a loud yep of joy or anything, but she was disappointed to not even hear a tiny squeak of excitement. Naota must have shoved something in his mouth to keep himself from squealing like a pig at her announcement. If Haruko had only know what was covering Naota’s mouth right now she would have understood his need to keep his mouth shut.
Haruko pushed her face lightly into the mattress, breathing in the scent of her own excitement from earlier and slowly moved one hand down her body. She was almost trembling with excitement, her eyes closed tightly as she focused on the eyes surely on her right now. Masturbation didn’t usually do it for Haruko. After experiencing everything from tongues, dildos and screaming shrunken men, using your fingers seems dull by compression. However, having a pair of eyes on her, lustfully scanning her giant frame, sent a chill of excitement shooting through her body. She wanted her Tak-kun to watch and worship her, like the goddess she must seem like right now to him. She would give him something to watch that would destroy any lingering doubts about serving her. She’d break him without laying a single finger on his tiny body.
She rubbed the lips between her legs with her index and middle finger, teasing herself and making the show better for Naota. She need to get a build up if she was going to put on a good performance. Moaning louder, she slipped several fingers past her throbbing labia before rubbing the outside further. Her insides trembled with excitement, dripping out fresh juices onto the already sex stained bed. She wanted so bad to just get it over with, to just start pumping and reach that awesome climax, but continued to rub herself to prolong the show, She rubbed harder and faster, trying to think of her tiny toy with every stroke. It would be him back in their soon, touching the spots her fingers couldn’t reach with hands smaller then the tip of her pinky.
Haruko always loved shrunken people’s hands touching her insides, the way they could get to such forbidden places and caress those spots unlike human hands ever could. Nothing could quite explain the pleasure she got from having fingers thinner then toothpicks tickle her G-spot. But even that could surpass the physiological delight she experienced when those gifted, tiny hands thumped against the lining of her stomach. They were just tiny taps inside her vast belly, but they always made Haruko feel like God.
Like a reminder, she felt her past meal again hit the inside of her belly. He seemed more frantic now, probably fully understanding that he wasn’t coming out and nothing he could do would change that. It always seemed ironic to Haruko that her meals fought the hardest when they thought things were hopeless.
“Just keep struggling, baby! If you squirm enough I might let you out,” Haruko lied flawlessly as she continued to push in and out of her sex faster. Ever the loyal toy, Kamon started squirming like his life depended on it because believed it did. Haruko gave a loud cackle between moans as she felt her meal struggle harder then ever. She could even feel his tiny kicks as he tried to use her belly like a punching bag, most likely in an attempt to hurt her. She wasn’t going to tell that it only felt good.
“Oh Tak-kun! Your daddies a fighter, if you were only here you could feel his pathetic blows inside my hot, steamy belly,” Haruko moaned, only able to imagine what she was saying was doing to Naota’s libido. She plunged her fingers in right up to her knuckles, feeling the sweet warmth of herself surround her embedded digits. Her ass shook in the air as she pumped, swaying from side to side like a pendulum. She resting her palm on her pelvis, and spread her other fingers comfortably to rest in the crevices around her womanhood until her thumb found her clitoris. Keeping her fingers still inside her quickly dampening pussy, she ran her thumb against her clit gently. She loved it rough inside her dirty twat, but for the clit she needed a gentler touch. Another reason tiny hands are so greatly; when a clits the size of a beach ball, you can give it all the loving attention it needs. Panting softly, Haruko wondered how much longer it would take before Naota showed himself.
“Come on Tak-kun! I’m about done! If you come out soon I’ll let you finish the job. One quick thrust from you and I’ll explode like a waterfall!” Putting on a show was fun, but a one-man play was boring. She wanted more, she wanted to look into her tiny slaves eyes as she came. She wanted to spray her thick, white juices all over his tiny body. She wanted to cram him in until he was kissing her cervix. She wanted to do a hundred different dirty things to him, but couldn’t because he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here. He wasn’t here.
“He ain’t here,” Haruko slowly whispered and pulled her fingers out of with a wet pop. Her body hungered for a realize, but Haruko ignored it as her mind pulled itself out from the pleasure educed haze to focus on reality. Haruko was many things, crazy, violent, bossy, manipulative, lustful, but also completely brilliant. She understood the universe in ways the human mind would forever be unable to. She grasped concepts light-years away from humankind’s understanding. She knew so much. Such as no man, no matter how stubborn, could stand idly by while a giant nympho masturbates on his bed without showing himself to either participate or get a closer look. Either Naota had developed a spine or he wasn’t here. Haruko doubted it was the latter.
“He ain’t here!” Haruko loudly repeated and jumped out of bed. She stomped around the room in a circle before looking at Naota’s cat Miu Miu who had been watching her wearily. Haruko looked at the feline dumbly. “Did I just get off in front of a cat?”
Grabbing the side of her head tightly, Haruko gnashed her teeth and looked around the room murderously. She had made a fool out of herself, which was only okay as long as she meant to play the fool. “Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? If I don’t find him I’m going to go crazy.”
Miu Miu let out a soft meow.
“Be quiet, no one asked you,” Haruko snapped at the cat. Haruko sat down cross-legged on the floor naked and contemplated her next move. Naota wasn’t in the room, so he must still being the house. At his size, getting to the ground floor was nearly impossible, the steps on the stairs were nearly three times his height. So he had to be still upstairs, hiding in another room, right?
Growling, Haruko’s mind started turning onto murderous revenge on Naota for making her frustrated like this. It was her job to drive him nuts, not the other way around. She starred imagining the creative ways she’d punish her AWOL slave for the grave sin of angering her. She had planned to go slow with him, start with a little insertion, some humiliation and then mouth play to get him used to his new position. Now, he was getting the most filthy and disturbing things imaginable. He was going to suffer, in ways he had never dreamed up. When she was done, he’d beg to be eaten, one bite at a time, with a lot of chewing. Haruko was right back to where she had started at, but now she was twice as pissed and twice as horny. Naota was in a horrible place, being slowly crushed in a foul organic prison, but it was ten times better then if he was in Haruko’s hands right now.
Haruko turned to watch as the silly girl stomped out of the room without any further arguing. She smiled slyly as she watched Mamimi’s ass twitch angrily with every stomp till she disappeared through the doorway and out of sight. Geeze, how did she keep getting tied to these amateurs? Amaro, Mamimi, Kamon and countless others, all whiney and lacking a spine. A smile, both sheepish and evil spread across her face as she remembered some of the fates of those ‘countless others.’
The sound of the bathroom door slamming shut deeper in the house woke her from her pleasant memories. Hmm… pleasant for her at any rate. A sudden fluttering from behind her navel caught her attention.
“Oh, NOW you start to struggle?” she yells snarkily down at her bellybutton. Men! If it wasn’t for the 1,001 uses she could find for them; why, she’d have no use for them at all. Contently, she brought her hand up and caressed her tight tummy as she enjoyed the frantic movements of its tiny occupant. Kamon must have figured out he wasn’t coming back up because he was really going crazy now; and every punch and kick that he threw echoed so nicely throughout her body. She often wondered what went through her meals heads as they found themselves inside her, but then she got bored and forgot about it. Why dwell on the suffering of others when you can focus on your own smug satisfaction
Still patting her tummy happily, Haruko did a slow turn in the middle of Naota’s room. “Taaaaaaakun,” she purred sensuously, “come out, come out where ever you are.” He was being such a naughty boy but that would only make it that much more fun when she found him. Truthfully, Naota’s resistance was hardly unexpected; Haruko would have been far more suspicious had he given in instantly. Prey always hid, even when it wanted to be captured it hid. It was that silly human survival instinct; it kept the monkeys from jumping head first into her mouth.
When no tiny Naota presented himself she began to do a more thorough search. Under the bed, between his desk and his bookshelf, behind the nightstand, it she was about to move on when something stopped her. Anybody else would have missed it but this certainly wasn’t the first time Haruko was searching for shrunken prey and her keen eyes spied it. A spot; a tiny gleaming spot of moisture, almost invisible on the wood floor.
Glancing around quickly, the pink haired woman bent down and wiped up the spot with her pinkie finger. For just an instant she held her finger up to the light, judging the sticky substance on her finger. With a knowing smirk pulling at her mouth she stuck the finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes, first analyzing the taste… then savoring it. Naota’s cum. Opening her eyes, Haruko let a wide, toothy smile dominate her face. Naota tasted just like victory, and it was salty.
Standing up straight, she did another slow turn in the middle of the room. “Naota,” she purred in a voice that dripped with promise. He was hers. She had tasted the evidence of that. She always knew the boy wanted her, even when he was steaming mad and in a bratty mood he still wanted to worship her goddess body secretively. It was one of the many reasons she had shrunk him; scared, confused, horny and love struck were all the perfect calcifications for an excellent toy boy.
“Meow,” came the loud, flat sound of Naota’s cat Miu Miu from the windowsill.
Haruko’s eyes narrowed at the cat only briefly before the wide, confident smile returned. “Well of course he chose me. Like anybody could ever be satisfied by that foolish Earth girl.” She let her hands travel up over her own curves in an exaggerated fashion. “Besides, who would drive a Yugo when you have a hot pink Lamborghini just arching to have you inside her… uh… it.” She smiled at her own analogy before she let herself focus on the search. “This is starting to get annoying, Tak-kun. How about you come on out and we can have some real fun.”
She waited. Nothing moved. Geeze he was really pushing the whole ‘hard-to-get’ angle wasn’t he? But that was alright. She had dealt with nervous little slaves before. The secret was giving them so much their heads explode and Haruko was a pro at being mind-blowingly awesome.
Humming casually to herself, Haruko ideally walked around the room, innocently looking around like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Oh well, guess he’s not here,” she said as convincingly as she could. She spun around one last time, looking for any tiny eyes she might have missed, but saw none. Her little toy had found himself a good hiding spot to watch her, after he came out she’d have to board it up.
“If he’s not here, I might as well do what I always do when I’m alone.” Striding towards the bed, Haruko made sure to wiggle her hips as she moved as noticeably as possible for her little voyeur to see. Hopping onto the bed, Haruko rolled over onto her stomach and slowly and sensual got onto her hands and knees. Keeping her chest down and her butt into the air, Haruko grinned madly and gripped the bed sheets between her claw like fingers. “Time to diddle my brains out!”
Haruko hadn’t expected her toy to give a loud yep of joy or anything, but she was disappointed to not even hear a tiny squeak of excitement. Naota must have shoved something in his mouth to keep himself from squealing like a pig at her announcement. If Haruko had only know what was covering Naota’s mouth right now she would have understood his need to keep his mouth shut.
Haruko pushed her face lightly into the mattress, breathing in the scent of her own excitement from earlier and slowly moved one hand down her body. She was almost trembling with excitement, her eyes closed tightly as she focused on the eyes surely on her right now. Masturbation didn’t usually do it for Haruko. After experiencing everything from tongues, dildos and screaming shrunken men, using your fingers seems dull by compression. However, having a pair of eyes on her, lustfully scanning her giant frame, sent a chill of excitement shooting through her body. She wanted her Tak-kun to watch and worship her, like the goddess she must seem like right now to him. She would give him something to watch that would destroy any lingering doubts about serving her. She’d break him without laying a single finger on his tiny body.
She rubbed the lips between her legs with her index and middle finger, teasing herself and making the show better for Naota. She need to get a build up if she was going to put on a good performance. Moaning louder, she slipped several fingers past her throbbing labia before rubbing the outside further. Her insides trembled with excitement, dripping out fresh juices onto the already sex stained bed. She wanted so bad to just get it over with, to just start pumping and reach that awesome climax, but continued to rub herself to prolong the show, She rubbed harder and faster, trying to think of her tiny toy with every stroke. It would be him back in their soon, touching the spots her fingers couldn’t reach with hands smaller then the tip of her pinky.
Haruko always loved shrunken people’s hands touching her insides, the way they could get to such forbidden places and caress those spots unlike human hands ever could. Nothing could quite explain the pleasure she got from having fingers thinner then toothpicks tickle her G-spot. But even that could surpass the physiological delight she experienced when those gifted, tiny hands thumped against the lining of her stomach. They were just tiny taps inside her vast belly, but they always made Haruko feel like God.
Like a reminder, she felt her past meal again hit the inside of her belly. He seemed more frantic now, probably fully understanding that he wasn’t coming out and nothing he could do would change that. It always seemed ironic to Haruko that her meals fought the hardest when they thought things were hopeless.
“Just keep struggling, baby! If you squirm enough I might let you out,” Haruko lied flawlessly as she continued to push in and out of her sex faster. Ever the loyal toy, Kamon started squirming like his life depended on it because believed it did. Haruko gave a loud cackle between moans as she felt her meal struggle harder then ever. She could even feel his tiny kicks as he tried to use her belly like a punching bag, most likely in an attempt to hurt her. She wasn’t going to tell that it only felt good.
“Oh Tak-kun! Your daddies a fighter, if you were only here you could feel his pathetic blows inside my hot, steamy belly,” Haruko moaned, only able to imagine what she was saying was doing to Naota’s libido. She plunged her fingers in right up to her knuckles, feeling the sweet warmth of herself surround her embedded digits. Her ass shook in the air as she pumped, swaying from side to side like a pendulum. She resting her palm on her pelvis, and spread her other fingers comfortably to rest in the crevices around her womanhood until her thumb found her clitoris. Keeping her fingers still inside her quickly dampening pussy, she ran her thumb against her clit gently. She loved it rough inside her dirty twat, but for the clit she needed a gentler touch. Another reason tiny hands are so greatly; when a clits the size of a beach ball, you can give it all the loving attention it needs. Panting softly, Haruko wondered how much longer it would take before Naota showed himself.
“Come on Tak-kun! I’m about done! If you come out soon I’ll let you finish the job. One quick thrust from you and I’ll explode like a waterfall!” Putting on a show was fun, but a one-man play was boring. She wanted more, she wanted to look into her tiny slaves eyes as she came. She wanted to spray her thick, white juices all over his tiny body. She wanted to cram him in until he was kissing her cervix. She wanted to do a hundred different dirty things to him, but couldn’t because he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here. He wasn’t here.
“He ain’t here,” Haruko slowly whispered and pulled her fingers out of with a wet pop. Her body hungered for a realize, but Haruko ignored it as her mind pulled itself out from the pleasure educed haze to focus on reality. Haruko was many things, crazy, violent, bossy, manipulative, lustful, but also completely brilliant. She understood the universe in ways the human mind would forever be unable to. She grasped concepts light-years away from humankind’s understanding. She knew so much. Such as no man, no matter how stubborn, could stand idly by while a giant nympho masturbates on his bed without showing himself to either participate or get a closer look. Either Naota had developed a spine or he wasn’t here. Haruko doubted it was the latter.
“He ain’t here!” Haruko loudly repeated and jumped out of bed. She stomped around the room in a circle before looking at Naota’s cat Miu Miu who had been watching her wearily. Haruko looked at the feline dumbly. “Did I just get off in front of a cat?”
Grabbing the side of her head tightly, Haruko gnashed her teeth and looked around the room murderously. She had made a fool out of herself, which was only okay as long as she meant to play the fool. “Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? If I don’t find him I’m going to go crazy.”
Miu Miu let out a soft meow.
“Be quiet, no one asked you,” Haruko snapped at the cat. Haruko sat down cross-legged on the floor naked and contemplated her next move. Naota wasn’t in the room, so he must still being the house. At his size, getting to the ground floor was nearly impossible, the steps on the stairs were nearly three times his height. So he had to be still upstairs, hiding in another room, right?
Growling, Haruko’s mind started turning onto murderous revenge on Naota for making her frustrated like this. It was her job to drive him nuts, not the other way around. She starred imagining the creative ways she’d punish her AWOL slave for the grave sin of angering her. She had planned to go slow with him, start with a little insertion, some humiliation and then mouth play to get him used to his new position. Now, he was getting the most filthy and disturbing things imaginable. He was going to suffer, in ways he had never dreamed up. When she was done, he’d beg to be eaten, one bite at a time, with a lot of chewing. Haruko was right back to where she had started at, but now she was twice as pissed and twice as horny. Naota was in a horrible place, being slowly crushed in a foul organic prison, but it was ten times better then if he was in Haruko’s hands right now.
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