Interludes...
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Few people had seen Haruhara Haruko angry. And NOBODY had seen her angry and been around long enough to mention it. Yet now, naked and still glistening with perspiration from a grand display that had accomplished absolutely nothing; Haruko was beyond angry. She was enraged! And horny… which only enraged her more! She had chosen ‘him’ above all the pathetic life forms on this planet. Men across the galaxy would willingly lop off a limb just to get her attention, yet she had chosen Naota.
“And he ain’t HERE!” she snarled to the room at large. So now, Naota was dead. Not literally, of course; at least, not yet. Although he would probably welcome it by the time she was done with him. Half the fun was the breaking of her new pets and usually she was perfectly happy to let her prey run around in proverbial circles until they just couldn’t resister her any longer. Yet this approach had failed for the first time that she could remember. The foolish boy was either too strong willed or too mind-numbingly stupid for it to work. Well so be it, she may prefer the fun little mind games; but she certainly wasn’t above using her considerable brute force when the situation called for it.
Naota belonged to her, whether he knew it or not. She was going to find him and then she was going to break him. She was going to use him long and very, very hard and when he finally began begging for mercy, she would only go longer and harder still. Naota had just dropped from pet to toy and her toys didn’t tend to last too long. First, though, she needed to find him.
“Meow,” Miu Miu said flatly.
“Yeah yeah,” she grumbled darkly. So where the hell was he? He had clearly enjoyed their show; she had tasted the salty, delicious evidence of that herself. Her mind momentarily went numb as a new, almost horrifying thought popped into her head. Had he really chosen… the silly, inexperienced, Earth girl over herself?! No… No, her own sense of self worth refused to accept that she had been passed over for that pathetic creature. But what else explained her current situation. Thinking about it more, why had Mamimi left the room so easily after Haruko had already claimed Naota once before, back at the bridge? Why? Because she already had her Tak-kun, that’s why.
Anger fueled her speed and in a flash she was standing outside the bathroom door. A quick turn of the handle did little to alleviate her suspicions. Locked. Locked to keep her away from Naota.
The tingling came from behind her navel again as her tiny occupant renewed his struggles even more frantically than before. As nice as the sensation usually was, it did nothing to alleviate her anger. She SHOULD have two struggling pets inside of her at this point. But she didn’t. She didn’t because her chosen favorite had made the biggest mistake of his life. Soon, Naota was going to be in Hell…
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As the burning sensation continued to increase all over his body; Kamon concluded that he was in Hell.
“Let me out,” he called as he hammered his fists against the pink, wrinkled walls of his prison. While it was true that he had always wanted to depart this world while he was intimately close with a beautiful young woman; being trapped in the stomach of his incredibly, hot maid was most certainly NOT how he had pictured it.
Sure, the day had started out well enough, but had quickly gotten progressively worse as the day wore on. He was still trying to block out the few hours spent alone with Mamimi. Even if he weren’t covered in the frothy, burning liquids inside Haruko’s stomach; he would still have been sore. Mamimi had been so angry when she’d realized it wasn’t his son bouncing around in her panties. Still, it had been pretty pleasant until then. The ride had been bumpy, sure; but it had been years since he’d been that close to a high school girl. Even one such as Mamimi. The nightmare, however, had begun soon after. He had obviously underestimated just how much Mamimi had wanted Naota and had quickly found himself being repeatedly shoved face first into her drooling snatch. The more urgently that Mamimi had sought a sexual release, the more frustrated that she’d become when he hadn’t proved up to the job. The more frustrated she became, the rougher she’d become. Kamon shuddered and pushed the memories aside again.
“Hey,” he called, his voice cracking slightly from overuse as he continued to bang on the fleshy walls of Haruko’s stomach. That tended to be the downside of the aging hipster persona; keeping your voice all laid back, and cool sounding meant it just wasn’t ready when you needed to scream loud enough to be heard from the inside of someone’s tummy. The acids of the stomach, seeping from the walls from the moment he’d ended up here, now reached his waist and were continuing to rise. He had to get out of here!
“Haruko-san!” he called again as loudly as he could, “I’m still in here! You said you’d let me out!” He waited, listening intently as the stomach walls undulated around him. Nothing beside the constant beat of her powerful heart and the rumbling sensation of her footsteps. Footsteps that somehow sounded angrier than before. Maybe Naota had proven just as insufficient at pleasing Haruko-san as he had for Mamimi.
Suddenly a strange sound echoed in the darkness behind him. A deep gurgling sound that seemed to emanate from the floor of the stomach. Almost immediately Kamon felt the acid level receding and for just a moment, he felt a glimmer of hope. Hope that was immediately washed away as the squishy floor beneath his feet began to slope towards the source of the sound. In panic, Kamon spun around, and thrust his arms out; looking for some sort of purchase to grab onto. It was no good, he had already started to slide away from the wall. Frantically, he dropped to his hands and knees on the slick, slimy floor. Claw as he might, however, there was nothing to stop or even slow himself down with and the gurgling was only growing louder.
“Help!” he croaked even as he felt the floor suddenly disappear beneath is feet. Pure panic forced his arms out in a mad attempt to cling to the stomach floor as his feet kicked uselessly in the air. The last of the stomach juices were rushing by his face and Kamon knew that if he went with it; that would be the end of him. There were two ways out of a stomach and this was definitely the wrong way. He kicked repeatedly with his feet, hoping to push his way back into the stomach but there was nothing to push against; his feet seemed to be dangling into space.
Finally the last of the fluids drained past him and the opening began to clench closed again. Kamon’s mind was numb with panic as he felt the walls beginning to press in against his arms. The movement was only serving to loosen his already weak grip. Inch by inch, he slipped further into the eagerly waiting tunnel until he couldn’t stop it any longer. With a tiny howl of despair, Kamon slipped through the opening and into Haruko’s intestines. Had anyone else been in the stomach, they would have heard the wail continue until the sphincter finally sealed again at which point all sound ceased and the stomach waited for its next meal.
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“Having a nice shower?” Haruko asked innocently and was immediately rewarded with a surprised squawk from Mamimi who jumped almost half her height in surprise. Whirling around her expression was clearly one of being caught red-handed.
“Uh…I,” began Mamimi as she blushed bright pink and drunkenly started climbing out of the shower. “I was just getting out so I could… uh… come look with y…“ Mamimi stopped talking as she craned her neck to see past Haruko to the formerly locked door. The fact that the door was now laying off its hinges in the hall didn’t seem to strike her as a good sign.
“I, uh… guess you really wanted in, huh?” Mamimi said nervously.
“Had to piss like a race horse,” Haruko said with a big smile as she placed a palm flat against Mimimi’s chest just between her breasts; halting her exit from the shower. There was definitely concern in the schoolgirl’s eyes.
“Oh,” Mamimi said simply, unsure of what else to say, “uh, well the toilet’s right there beside you, uh… this is the shower.”
“Already went,” Haruko said, her wide smile stretching even further as she began to push Mamimi back under the still running water. “And now… I think it’s time to come clean.” For just a moment an emotion flashed behind Mamimi’s eyes before she hid it behind her nervous smile again. Panic? Triumph? It didn’t matter. Mamimi was clearly hiding SOMETHING and if it turned out to be Naota then Mamimi would end up regretting it almost as much as her wayward pet. …almost…
Haruko pushed the increasingly figity girl further into the shower as she stepped beneath the water stream. Closing her eyes contently, Haruko allowed the hot water to stream down on her head. Most of the water poured down her slender back but a steady stream was making its way over her shoulders and down between her full breasts. Finally Haruko open her eyes and focused on Mamimi.
In the blink of an eye, Haruko had closed the small distance between them and embraced Mamimi. The schoolgirl, clearly expecting some sort of attack, clenched her eyes shut and waved her hands frantically; hoping to bat Haruko away; but it was already too late. Haruko had already gotten inside her armspan and the futile blows glanced harmlessly off Haruko’s arms or back. Quickly she circled one of her arms around Mamimi’s waist to hold Mamimi’s body to her own. The other hand ran through Mamimi’s wet hair; taking a forceful hold at the back of her head.
The gasp of surprise that escaped Mamimi’s lips was all the opening that Haruko needed as she locked her lips on the high school girl’s. Before the silly girl could form a coherent thought, Haruko was already snaking her tongue between her parted lips and into her mouth. Almost instantly she felt all fight leave Mamimi’s body as her body practically melted against her own. Haruko resisted the urge to smirk as Mamimi’s tongue quickly rose to join the fun; gliding playfully against Haruko’s. Her prey effectively subdued, Haruko allowed herself to give in more fully to the kiss. Her tongue explored Mamimi’s mouth thoroughly; grazing the young girl’s teeth, sliding against her tongue, rubbing against the inside of her cheeks. No place was safe from her curious muscle. Not wanted to be outdone again, Mamimi’s tongue massaged and teased her tongue every step of the way. It was enjoyable and a couple of times Haruko had to fight off the urge to grind her hungry pussy against one of the schoolgirl’s legs. She couldn’t allow herself to give it, as much as she may want to; now was not the time for fun. She was on a mission and her tongue had confirmed one thing: Naota had not spent any time in this mouth.
One hiding spot down, two to go.
“Liked that, huh?” she purred into Mamimi’s ear.
“Uh huh,” Mamimi replied dreamily; clearly a thousand miles away.
“Good,” said Haruko as she pulled away slightly and began to sink down to her knees, “because now I want your…”
“And he ain’t HERE!” she snarled to the room at large. So now, Naota was dead. Not literally, of course; at least, not yet. Although he would probably welcome it by the time she was done with him. Half the fun was the breaking of her new pets and usually she was perfectly happy to let her prey run around in proverbial circles until they just couldn’t resister her any longer. Yet this approach had failed for the first time that she could remember. The foolish boy was either too strong willed or too mind-numbingly stupid for it to work. Well so be it, she may prefer the fun little mind games; but she certainly wasn’t above using her considerable brute force when the situation called for it.
Naota belonged to her, whether he knew it or not. She was going to find him and then she was going to break him. She was going to use him long and very, very hard and when he finally began begging for mercy, she would only go longer and harder still. Naota had just dropped from pet to toy and her toys didn’t tend to last too long. First, though, she needed to find him.
“Meow,” Miu Miu said flatly.
“Yeah yeah,” she grumbled darkly. So where the hell was he? He had clearly enjoyed their show; she had tasted the salty, delicious evidence of that herself. Her mind momentarily went numb as a new, almost horrifying thought popped into her head. Had he really chosen… the silly, inexperienced, Earth girl over herself?! No… No, her own sense of self worth refused to accept that she had been passed over for that pathetic creature. But what else explained her current situation. Thinking about it more, why had Mamimi left the room so easily after Haruko had already claimed Naota once before, back at the bridge? Why? Because she already had her Tak-kun, that’s why.
Anger fueled her speed and in a flash she was standing outside the bathroom door. A quick turn of the handle did little to alleviate her suspicions. Locked. Locked to keep her away from Naota.
The tingling came from behind her navel again as her tiny occupant renewed his struggles even more frantically than before. As nice as the sensation usually was, it did nothing to alleviate her anger. She SHOULD have two struggling pets inside of her at this point. But she didn’t. She didn’t because her chosen favorite had made the biggest mistake of his life. Soon, Naota was going to be in Hell…
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As the burning sensation continued to increase all over his body; Kamon concluded that he was in Hell.
“Let me out,” he called as he hammered his fists against the pink, wrinkled walls of his prison. While it was true that he had always wanted to depart this world while he was intimately close with a beautiful young woman; being trapped in the stomach of his incredibly, hot maid was most certainly NOT how he had pictured it.
Sure, the day had started out well enough, but had quickly gotten progressively worse as the day wore on. He was still trying to block out the few hours spent alone with Mamimi. Even if he weren’t covered in the frothy, burning liquids inside Haruko’s stomach; he would still have been sore. Mamimi had been so angry when she’d realized it wasn’t his son bouncing around in her panties. Still, it had been pretty pleasant until then. The ride had been bumpy, sure; but it had been years since he’d been that close to a high school girl. Even one such as Mamimi. The nightmare, however, had begun soon after. He had obviously underestimated just how much Mamimi had wanted Naota and had quickly found himself being repeatedly shoved face first into her drooling snatch. The more urgently that Mamimi had sought a sexual release, the more frustrated that she’d become when he hadn’t proved up to the job. The more frustrated she became, the rougher she’d become. Kamon shuddered and pushed the memories aside again.
“Hey,” he called, his voice cracking slightly from overuse as he continued to bang on the fleshy walls of Haruko’s stomach. That tended to be the downside of the aging hipster persona; keeping your voice all laid back, and cool sounding meant it just wasn’t ready when you needed to scream loud enough to be heard from the inside of someone’s tummy. The acids of the stomach, seeping from the walls from the moment he’d ended up here, now reached his waist and were continuing to rise. He had to get out of here!
“Haruko-san!” he called again as loudly as he could, “I’m still in here! You said you’d let me out!” He waited, listening intently as the stomach walls undulated around him. Nothing beside the constant beat of her powerful heart and the rumbling sensation of her footsteps. Footsteps that somehow sounded angrier than before. Maybe Naota had proven just as insufficient at pleasing Haruko-san as he had for Mamimi.
Suddenly a strange sound echoed in the darkness behind him. A deep gurgling sound that seemed to emanate from the floor of the stomach. Almost immediately Kamon felt the acid level receding and for just a moment, he felt a glimmer of hope. Hope that was immediately washed away as the squishy floor beneath his feet began to slope towards the source of the sound. In panic, Kamon spun around, and thrust his arms out; looking for some sort of purchase to grab onto. It was no good, he had already started to slide away from the wall. Frantically, he dropped to his hands and knees on the slick, slimy floor. Claw as he might, however, there was nothing to stop or even slow himself down with and the gurgling was only growing louder.
“Help!” he croaked even as he felt the floor suddenly disappear beneath is feet. Pure panic forced his arms out in a mad attempt to cling to the stomach floor as his feet kicked uselessly in the air. The last of the stomach juices were rushing by his face and Kamon knew that if he went with it; that would be the end of him. There were two ways out of a stomach and this was definitely the wrong way. He kicked repeatedly with his feet, hoping to push his way back into the stomach but there was nothing to push against; his feet seemed to be dangling into space.
Finally the last of the fluids drained past him and the opening began to clench closed again. Kamon’s mind was numb with panic as he felt the walls beginning to press in against his arms. The movement was only serving to loosen his already weak grip. Inch by inch, he slipped further into the eagerly waiting tunnel until he couldn’t stop it any longer. With a tiny howl of despair, Kamon slipped through the opening and into Haruko’s intestines. Had anyone else been in the stomach, they would have heard the wail continue until the sphincter finally sealed again at which point all sound ceased and the stomach waited for its next meal.
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“Having a nice shower?” Haruko asked innocently and was immediately rewarded with a surprised squawk from Mamimi who jumped almost half her height in surprise. Whirling around her expression was clearly one of being caught red-handed.
“Uh…I,” began Mamimi as she blushed bright pink and drunkenly started climbing out of the shower. “I was just getting out so I could… uh… come look with y…“ Mamimi stopped talking as she craned her neck to see past Haruko to the formerly locked door. The fact that the door was now laying off its hinges in the hall didn’t seem to strike her as a good sign.
“I, uh… guess you really wanted in, huh?” Mamimi said nervously.
“Had to piss like a race horse,” Haruko said with a big smile as she placed a palm flat against Mimimi’s chest just between her breasts; halting her exit from the shower. There was definitely concern in the schoolgirl’s eyes.
“Oh,” Mamimi said simply, unsure of what else to say, “uh, well the toilet’s right there beside you, uh… this is the shower.”
“Already went,” Haruko said, her wide smile stretching even further as she began to push Mamimi back under the still running water. “And now… I think it’s time to come clean.” For just a moment an emotion flashed behind Mamimi’s eyes before she hid it behind her nervous smile again. Panic? Triumph? It didn’t matter. Mamimi was clearly hiding SOMETHING and if it turned out to be Naota then Mamimi would end up regretting it almost as much as her wayward pet. …almost…
Haruko pushed the increasingly figity girl further into the shower as she stepped beneath the water stream. Closing her eyes contently, Haruko allowed the hot water to stream down on her head. Most of the water poured down her slender back but a steady stream was making its way over her shoulders and down between her full breasts. Finally Haruko open her eyes and focused on Mamimi.
In the blink of an eye, Haruko had closed the small distance between them and embraced Mamimi. The schoolgirl, clearly expecting some sort of attack, clenched her eyes shut and waved her hands frantically; hoping to bat Haruko away; but it was already too late. Haruko had already gotten inside her armspan and the futile blows glanced harmlessly off Haruko’s arms or back. Quickly she circled one of her arms around Mamimi’s waist to hold Mamimi’s body to her own. The other hand ran through Mamimi’s wet hair; taking a forceful hold at the back of her head.
The gasp of surprise that escaped Mamimi’s lips was all the opening that Haruko needed as she locked her lips on the high school girl’s. Before the silly girl could form a coherent thought, Haruko was already snaking her tongue between her parted lips and into her mouth. Almost instantly she felt all fight leave Mamimi’s body as her body practically melted against her own. Haruko resisted the urge to smirk as Mamimi’s tongue quickly rose to join the fun; gliding playfully against Haruko’s. Her prey effectively subdued, Haruko allowed herself to give in more fully to the kiss. Her tongue explored Mamimi’s mouth thoroughly; grazing the young girl’s teeth, sliding against her tongue, rubbing against the inside of her cheeks. No place was safe from her curious muscle. Not wanted to be outdone again, Mamimi’s tongue massaged and teased her tongue every step of the way. It was enjoyable and a couple of times Haruko had to fight off the urge to grind her hungry pussy against one of the schoolgirl’s legs. She couldn’t allow herself to give it, as much as she may want to; now was not the time for fun. She was on a mission and her tongue had confirmed one thing: Naota had not spent any time in this mouth.
One hiding spot down, two to go.
“Liked that, huh?” she purred into Mamimi’s ear.
“Uh huh,” Mamimi replied dreamily; clearly a thousand miles away.
“Good,” said Haruko as she pulled away slightly and began to sink down to her knees, “because now I want your…”
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