Butt Tease
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Ash took one step back, then two, then three more. He leaned his head back until he practically fell backwards, but till he had trouble seeing Misty’s head high above him. His power-enhanced friend/master was in her much bigger, more powerful body and even with last night’s friendly dialogue, Ash couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit intimidated before the sixty-foot preteen. It had been so easy to be with Misty when they were eye-to-eye, even when she shot up a few feet, Ash still comfortable with her. However, at this size, Ash couldn’t help picturing all the things Misty could do to him with ease. Last nights conversation could have been forgotten and instead of the friendly, playful girl he’d sat down at the fire with last night, he could be in the presence of the rough and rude giant tomboy with a taste for human flesh. He’d find out soon because Misty was leaning down to stare at him.
“Fe fi fo fum, I smell an unwashed boy right under my bum!”
Misty turned around and wiggled her jean-covered rear over Ash. It jiggled above him as she shook her hips, an interesting sight that Ash found interest for some reason his prepubescent mind couldn’t understand. Ash started laughing, not so much at Misty’s humor, but more in relief. Misty hadn’t forgotten last night at all, she was still very friendly, if not a bit crude. Honestly, Ash didn’t mind her vulgarity, he actually found it kind of cute, like he was hanging out with a rough and tumble boy and not a girl at all. Ash slapped his knee as his laughter kept coming. Misty had stopped shaking her booty and looked at her laughing comrade.
“It wasn’t that funny,” Misty dryly said, not getting what was with the hysterical laughter. “It didn’t even rhyme.”
“Sorry,” Ash got out as the laughter died down. Wiping the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand, he snorted and got himself back under control. Still smiling widely, he stared up into Misty’s confused face. “I’m just glad you didn’t use the original verse about grinding my bones to make your bread.”
Misty wrinkled her face into a disgusted look. “Ew, I’d never use your bones to make bread. Sure, I’d eat you in a hotdog bun, but that’s different, you’d still be alive.”
That picture made Misty lick her lips and long for the day somebody made hotdog buns for giantesses like her. Ash lost his smile though; he’d forgotten that although friendly, Misty still was a cannibal. He knew that he was off her menu as long as he was her friend and didn’t become a jerk, but he still felt a little queasy at the idea that she ate people. He remembered the samurai in the forest well, and how Misty had swallowed him without a moment’s hesitation. When he had first seen that, Ash had been horrified, which he had kept to himself. It had seemed monstrous at the time, but after thinking about it, the thought of Misty eating someone didn’t bother him as much. Misty ate people, she had admitted it, and there was nothing else to say. Ash had to accept it as just another piece of Misty’s persona.
Regaining his smile, Ash looked into his mistress’s eyes, which were still glazed at the thought of giant hotdog buns. Snapping his fingers, Misty broke free of her daydream with a start. “Huh, what were we talking about?”
Slightly amused, Ash answered, “About how you’re going to eat me in a hotdog bun.”
“Okay,” Misty awkwardly said. Quickly she moved onto less embarrassing matters, before she stuck her foot in her mouth again by saying Ash should be in her maw as well. “Lets move on, I guess your wondering why I’m a giant?”
“I figured, you just wanted to shake your pretty ass over my head.”
“No,” Misty smugly answered with a smile. “I’m giant so we can make it over the Mt. Moon before lunch, and so I could shake my money maker over your sniveling face. So, you think I have a pretty butt?”
Ash recoiled and blushed. Quickly he barked out, “Lets get going! Where am I going to sit while you’re like this? I can’t sit on your hand while climbing the mountain. Please, don’t say I have to back into the personball.”
Misty chuckled at her slave’s nervousness, but at the same time, she felt excited by what he’d said about her rear. Misty had always loved her buttocks; it was bouncy, soft and made the ideal weapon to punish perverts like the gym leader. While Misty loved her thick caboose, her sister had always thought of it as the ugliest part of her, saying that big butts were disgusting. It was nice hearing someone complement her ass for once, even if it was said only with outgoingness. Complements were rare for Misty growing up making even the most basic ones seem very special. She decided to push her teasing further and maybe get another complement about her caboose.
“Actually, I was thinking you might like to spend the day nuzzled between the two softest, smoothest and warmest pillows in the world.” Misty slapped her butt, enjoying Ash’s eyes widening at her buttocks as it shook. Misty could see all her talk was getting into Ash’s head, much to her delight. Ash’s eyes were pinpointed on her wide butt, probably deep in though about how bad or how good it would be in there.
“No way,” he gulped and shook his head franticly. “I’ve smelt enough of your farts for one lifetime.”
“What of I promised no farting while in my pants? It won’t smell great in there, but can’t be too worse then my sweaty palms. I’ll make sure you’re in the safest part where you won’t be hurt when I sit down and safe from going too deep.”
“Well…”
Misty fought down a case of the giggles. He was actually thinking about it. She had been trying to sell it, but didn’t think he’d actually consider it. Misty had only wanted Ash to reassure her with a few nice words about her butt and then kindly turn her down, opening the door to more teasing about how he was missing out on the comfiest ride in town. The idea of Ash actually volunteering to ride in the back of her pants has never crossed her mind, but now that Ash was thinking about it, Misty couldn’t be more happy. All that talking about her pretty butt must have really seeped into Ash’s thick skull. Maybe next, Misty could start talking about the joys of rubbing her feet or picking the lint out of her belly button. Who knew brainwashing could be so easy?
“Fe fi fo fum, I smell an unwashed boy right under my bum!”
Misty turned around and wiggled her jean-covered rear over Ash. It jiggled above him as she shook her hips, an interesting sight that Ash found interest for some reason his prepubescent mind couldn’t understand. Ash started laughing, not so much at Misty’s humor, but more in relief. Misty hadn’t forgotten last night at all, she was still very friendly, if not a bit crude. Honestly, Ash didn’t mind her vulgarity, he actually found it kind of cute, like he was hanging out with a rough and tumble boy and not a girl at all. Ash slapped his knee as his laughter kept coming. Misty had stopped shaking her booty and looked at her laughing comrade.
“It wasn’t that funny,” Misty dryly said, not getting what was with the hysterical laughter. “It didn’t even rhyme.”
“Sorry,” Ash got out as the laughter died down. Wiping the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand, he snorted and got himself back under control. Still smiling widely, he stared up into Misty’s confused face. “I’m just glad you didn’t use the original verse about grinding my bones to make your bread.”
Misty wrinkled her face into a disgusted look. “Ew, I’d never use your bones to make bread. Sure, I’d eat you in a hotdog bun, but that’s different, you’d still be alive.”
That picture made Misty lick her lips and long for the day somebody made hotdog buns for giantesses like her. Ash lost his smile though; he’d forgotten that although friendly, Misty still was a cannibal. He knew that he was off her menu as long as he was her friend and didn’t become a jerk, but he still felt a little queasy at the idea that she ate people. He remembered the samurai in the forest well, and how Misty had swallowed him without a moment’s hesitation. When he had first seen that, Ash had been horrified, which he had kept to himself. It had seemed monstrous at the time, but after thinking about it, the thought of Misty eating someone didn’t bother him as much. Misty ate people, she had admitted it, and there was nothing else to say. Ash had to accept it as just another piece of Misty’s persona.
Regaining his smile, Ash looked into his mistress’s eyes, which were still glazed at the thought of giant hotdog buns. Snapping his fingers, Misty broke free of her daydream with a start. “Huh, what were we talking about?”
Slightly amused, Ash answered, “About how you’re going to eat me in a hotdog bun.”
“Okay,” Misty awkwardly said. Quickly she moved onto less embarrassing matters, before she stuck her foot in her mouth again by saying Ash should be in her maw as well. “Lets move on, I guess your wondering why I’m a giant?”
“I figured, you just wanted to shake your pretty ass over my head.”
“No,” Misty smugly answered with a smile. “I’m giant so we can make it over the Mt. Moon before lunch, and so I could shake my money maker over your sniveling face. So, you think I have a pretty butt?”
Ash recoiled and blushed. Quickly he barked out, “Lets get going! Where am I going to sit while you’re like this? I can’t sit on your hand while climbing the mountain. Please, don’t say I have to back into the personball.”
Misty chuckled at her slave’s nervousness, but at the same time, she felt excited by what he’d said about her rear. Misty had always loved her buttocks; it was bouncy, soft and made the ideal weapon to punish perverts like the gym leader. While Misty loved her thick caboose, her sister had always thought of it as the ugliest part of her, saying that big butts were disgusting. It was nice hearing someone complement her ass for once, even if it was said only with outgoingness. Complements were rare for Misty growing up making even the most basic ones seem very special. She decided to push her teasing further and maybe get another complement about her caboose.
“Actually, I was thinking you might like to spend the day nuzzled between the two softest, smoothest and warmest pillows in the world.” Misty slapped her butt, enjoying Ash’s eyes widening at her buttocks as it shook. Misty could see all her talk was getting into Ash’s head, much to her delight. Ash’s eyes were pinpointed on her wide butt, probably deep in though about how bad or how good it would be in there.
“No way,” he gulped and shook his head franticly. “I’ve smelt enough of your farts for one lifetime.”
“What of I promised no farting while in my pants? It won’t smell great in there, but can’t be too worse then my sweaty palms. I’ll make sure you’re in the safest part where you won’t be hurt when I sit down and safe from going too deep.”
“Well…”
Misty fought down a case of the giggles. He was actually thinking about it. She had been trying to sell it, but didn’t think he’d actually consider it. Misty had only wanted Ash to reassure her with a few nice words about her butt and then kindly turn her down, opening the door to more teasing about how he was missing out on the comfiest ride in town. The idea of Ash actually volunteering to ride in the back of her pants has never crossed her mind, but now that Ash was thinking about it, Misty couldn’t be more happy. All that talking about her pretty butt must have really seeped into Ash’s thick skull. Maybe next, Misty could start talking about the joys of rubbing her feet or picking the lint out of her belly button. Who knew brainwashing could be so easy?
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