Keroro's a pain in the ass
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 94
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Narrator: Anyone who thinks we are spending too much time cutting away to sex and vore scenes can kiss my ass. Though, I think I speak for all of us that we’d much kiss Natsumis.
“HOW ABOUT YOU KISS MY FIST!?” she yelled, but was soon reduced to whimpering once more as she felt her scream cause Keroro to squirm even more. He had been moving nonstop and nothing could stop him. She tried pushing down as hard as she could on the bulge, but that only pushed him through her large intestine even more. She tried punching the bulge, but of course that hurt her as well. Dororo even tried to help her reach a zen state and relax, but it’s kind of hard to do that when a frog, dipped in sex slime, is sliding all over your colon!
“Maybe if we force fed her enough fiber, she could fart the Sargeant out.” Tamama suggested. With their leader indisposed, he was in charge now and his first order was to rescue Keroro. Despite how they all felt about him, everyone else immediately jumped on board. Dororo couldn’t stand seeing the poor girl suffer, and naturally, neither could Giroro. Kululu meanwhile knew there was some way he could have some fun with this, but at the same time he had to point out the problems with Tamama’s plans.
“Nah, too much and he would slide out of her bum along with everything else. He’d just be some green lost in all the brown, Kukuku.” While he laughed at the thought of Keroro spinning down a toilet, Tamama’s blue face turned green as he tried not to imagine the sight that was just described.
“There is no way I am shitting out the frog! Besides, he’d probably give me constipation.” Natsumi angrily pointed out while Tamama talked like she wasn’t even there. She wanted Keroro out as much as they did, even more so, but she had just gone through him going into her ass, and the thought of him worming around in there while she was on the toilet just made her skin crawl. As unreasonable as it sounded, she wanted Keroro out, but not if she had to push him out. Under her breath she said “Might as well let that little shit rot in my shit.”
“Okay, you know what?!” Tamama started. Pushing a button on that Ipod looking controller Keroro always had, four robot tentacles came down and ensnared her, and no this isn’t going to turn into tentacle hentai.
Narrator: Robot tentacles and a redhead. There’s definitely a Spider-man joke here somewhere.
“Natsumi!” Giroro shouted, while next to him Dororo asked when those were installed. The tentacles grabbed Natsumi’s wrists and ankles and forced her back onto her hands and knees. While three held her in place, the fourth hiked up her skirt, revealing her bare buns for perverted anime fans to see!
“Kululu, the car jack, now!” ordered crazy eyes Tamama, while someone with equally messed up ones did as he said “Kukuku, with pleasure.” No one said a word, save for Natsumi “Wait, carjack?” She was growing increasingly terrified, but not as much as when she felt that yellow psychopath shove something between her cheeks.
She screamed like she was possessed as something long and metallic was forced into her asshole, and for the last time, no this won’t be tentacle hentai. Once the device was wedged, the giggling maniac began cranking the handle as it stuck out from her crack. Natsumi’s face went blank for a second, before her voice rose into an even louder shriek. An actual carjack had been placed inside her and it was stretching her anus!
“DEAR GOD, STOP!!! I'M GONNA CUT OFF ALL YOUR LEGS AND SELL TO A FRENCH CHEF!!! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER!!!” Natsumi could scream all she wanted, but nothing was going to make Kululu stop. The only people that could help her were either up stairs with something else huge stretching their ass or losing half of his blood through his nose as he watched a sexy creature’s butt hole widen more and more. Natsumi could feel her whole ass stretch as it grew wider and wider, but the thing that was greatest torture to her was the sticky puddle she felt forming between her legs. SHE COULD NOT BE GETTING OFF FROM THIS!!!
At last it stopped, but Natsumi still felt everything and whimpered from it. Deaspite her screaming, her tender asshole was just barely big enough to fit a space frog easily, but was still a gaping tunnel that showed off her pinkish red bowels for all to see. If it wasn’t for her mutated DNA, she would be dead now. Soon enough, most of the platoon were now wearing hiking boots and light helmets.
“I'm not gonna lie to you people, this mission is dangerous. The territory is uncharted, dark, stinky and yes she did have burritos for lunch, but this for the Sarge!” Tamama told his troops. While Natsumi cursed her afternoon Mexican meal, knowing that any bowl movements would make things worse for her, Tamama then said “Giroro, you need to stay out here and watch the jack, make sure we don’t get stuck in there. Sorry soldier, but I can’t have you compromising the mission.”
He just nodded to everything Tamama said, being lightheaded enough that he’d agree to anything. Natsumi tried to beg and brace herself for what was to come, but it was no use.
“HOW ABOUT YOU KISS MY FIST!?” she yelled, but was soon reduced to whimpering once more as she felt her scream cause Keroro to squirm even more. He had been moving nonstop and nothing could stop him. She tried pushing down as hard as she could on the bulge, but that only pushed him through her large intestine even more. She tried punching the bulge, but of course that hurt her as well. Dororo even tried to help her reach a zen state and relax, but it’s kind of hard to do that when a frog, dipped in sex slime, is sliding all over your colon!
“Maybe if we force fed her enough fiber, she could fart the Sargeant out.” Tamama suggested. With their leader indisposed, he was in charge now and his first order was to rescue Keroro. Despite how they all felt about him, everyone else immediately jumped on board. Dororo couldn’t stand seeing the poor girl suffer, and naturally, neither could Giroro. Kululu meanwhile knew there was some way he could have some fun with this, but at the same time he had to point out the problems with Tamama’s plans.
“Nah, too much and he would slide out of her bum along with everything else. He’d just be some green lost in all the brown, Kukuku.” While he laughed at the thought of Keroro spinning down a toilet, Tamama’s blue face turned green as he tried not to imagine the sight that was just described.
“There is no way I am shitting out the frog! Besides, he’d probably give me constipation.” Natsumi angrily pointed out while Tamama talked like she wasn’t even there. She wanted Keroro out as much as they did, even more so, but she had just gone through him going into her ass, and the thought of him worming around in there while she was on the toilet just made her skin crawl. As unreasonable as it sounded, she wanted Keroro out, but not if she had to push him out. Under her breath she said “Might as well let that little shit rot in my shit.”
“Okay, you know what?!” Tamama started. Pushing a button on that Ipod looking controller Keroro always had, four robot tentacles came down and ensnared her, and no this isn’t going to turn into tentacle hentai.
Narrator: Robot tentacles and a redhead. There’s definitely a Spider-man joke here somewhere.
“Natsumi!” Giroro shouted, while next to him Dororo asked when those were installed. The tentacles grabbed Natsumi’s wrists and ankles and forced her back onto her hands and knees. While three held her in place, the fourth hiked up her skirt, revealing her bare buns for perverted anime fans to see!
“Kululu, the car jack, now!” ordered crazy eyes Tamama, while someone with equally messed up ones did as he said “Kukuku, with pleasure.” No one said a word, save for Natsumi “Wait, carjack?” She was growing increasingly terrified, but not as much as when she felt that yellow psychopath shove something between her cheeks.
She screamed like she was possessed as something long and metallic was forced into her asshole, and for the last time, no this won’t be tentacle hentai. Once the device was wedged, the giggling maniac began cranking the handle as it stuck out from her crack. Natsumi’s face went blank for a second, before her voice rose into an even louder shriek. An actual carjack had been placed inside her and it was stretching her anus!
“DEAR GOD, STOP!!! I'M GONNA CUT OFF ALL YOUR LEGS AND SELL TO A FRENCH CHEF!!! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER!!!” Natsumi could scream all she wanted, but nothing was going to make Kululu stop. The only people that could help her were either up stairs with something else huge stretching their ass or losing half of his blood through his nose as he watched a sexy creature’s butt hole widen more and more. Natsumi could feel her whole ass stretch as it grew wider and wider, but the thing that was greatest torture to her was the sticky puddle she felt forming between her legs. SHE COULD NOT BE GETTING OFF FROM THIS!!!
At last it stopped, but Natsumi still felt everything and whimpered from it. Deaspite her screaming, her tender asshole was just barely big enough to fit a space frog easily, but was still a gaping tunnel that showed off her pinkish red bowels for all to see. If it wasn’t for her mutated DNA, she would be dead now. Soon enough, most of the platoon were now wearing hiking boots and light helmets.
“I'm not gonna lie to you people, this mission is dangerous. The territory is uncharted, dark, stinky and yes she did have burritos for lunch, but this for the Sarge!” Tamama told his troops. While Natsumi cursed her afternoon Mexican meal, knowing that any bowl movements would make things worse for her, Tamama then said “Giroro, you need to stay out here and watch the jack, make sure we don’t get stuck in there. Sorry soldier, but I can’t have you compromising the mission.”
He just nodded to everything Tamama said, being lightheaded enough that he’d agree to anything. Natsumi tried to beg and brace herself for what was to come, but it was no use.
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