Yen. Gold, money, currency– the real superpower in the world following the collapse of Overwatch. Heroes just simply didn't exist, and the world was cold and wicked. I can't be the villain of my story if there were no heroes, at least that's what I would always repeat in my head in order to silence my guilt. Every night was the same in Kanezaka now, me and my fellow thugs would travel door to door to shake down the merchants for their own quote on quote “protection fee.” We all knew it was a lie though, the harsh glares and swears slung at us reminded us at every stop. No one dared to actually act, though, not that I’d want them to, my murderous companions would be all too eager to have a reason to spill their blood. My honour was already forever stained by this cruel thievery, the last thing I wanted was to add murder to my list of crimes.. and yet, the higher ups in the Hashimoto clan were absolutely incensed at all of these poor merchants for something they never did. A group of vigilantes calling themselves “Yōkai'' caused a big stir, likely a bunch of kids who haven't accepted the harsh truth of reality yet.. I envied them for that in a sense. All actions ultimately have consequences however, and thus tonight, we were ordered to ensure the citizens didn't get any ‘foolish ideas’ from the group's defiance. I frowned upon receiving the news of this but of course, my thugs grinned like cruel savages, Gohan’s gold teeth glittering in the light of the street lights and Asuka’s wicked laughter echoed into the otherwise silent streets like a kerakera-onna. I knew then and there that it would be a long night..

An hour or two passed by painstakingly slowly. No heroes, no villains. No heroes, no villains. I’d like to act as if I could recount the night’s events until now, but pretty selfishly, I blocked out the memory of the merchants’ pleas for leniency. Eventually, I grew sick of the sight of Gohan’s maddened eyes and decided that I’d sit this one out. Asuka spat at me for this of course, and demanded I pull my weight and so I offered to at least stand guard outside. We all knew that was pretty unnecessary as people rarely braved the streets at night now but neither of them seemed too interested in arguing with me beyond that.. So there I stood, leaned against the glass door of some bakery or donut shop of some kind. I intentionally skipped town at sunrise, so I never really got too intimate with the businesses outside of robbing them.. I crossed my arms and let out a tired sigh upon hearing the muffled shouts of my thugs inside.. This was only about money and survival to me, but those two? I feel as if the higher ups could take their cut away and they'd still be content with the sheer cruelty they got to inflict on others. I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying not to think about the darkness of that concept. I could at least rest my tired eyes, even if on the odd chance that a citizen or tourist did wander nearby, I knew they'd find my tiger striped oni mask to be intimidating, and the noise from inside was bound to have them running the other way. In that brief moment, the night and the city completely stopped, even if it was only a minute between my “friends’” yelling, and the short reprise of the cicada’s echoing song, it was the last moment I would ever know peace, the last moment before the real yōkai stalking the Hashimoto Clan revealed her face to me. “So, you’re the enforcer of this district then? Zan’nen.. I was expecting people on the same level as Mom would look tough!” Embarrassingly, I hit the back of my head on the door as I jumped from fright at the sudden taunting, feminine voice. How could she have possibly snuck up on me? It was practically impossible, that and the fact she'd be so bold as to come right up to me while I was on the clock to insult me to my very face.. she thought it was her lucky day or something. I spat as I looked for her around, calmly and composedly, trying to act as if I hadn't just been startled by her intrusion. She sounded so close, where on Earth–

With absolutely no warning whatsoever, the woman’s fist slammed into the side of my head, sending a ringing sound through my skull as I staggered back away from the door. “Fucking.. shit! That really hurt.. you bitch! You’ll regret assaulting the clan!” I shouted, actually a little aggravated. I turned and swung my own fist to in the direction where she had to have thrown her punch from only to be met with absolutely nothing. What the actual hell was going on here?! “Asuka! Gohan! Get your stupid asses out here and do your jobs!” Huh, that's weird, they were usually here by now, afterall, they loved to have an excuse to maim folk– “BOSS!’ HELP USSSS!!” My already splitting headache roared in pain at the sound of both of my thugs shouting in unison before the sounds of crashing rang out from inside the bakery. Again, the woman couldn't of possibly gotten inside that fast, she hadn't even opened the damn door– Fuck it, it was go time! I burst through the glass door and left it wide open, ripping my mini SMG out from my jacket and aiming it wildly. Not even a second after I did, a quick whizzing sound flew by my ear followed by a painful stinging pain in my hand.. my now empty hand! I snapped my head back and saw a kunai lodged into the wall, piercing my weapon and pinning it out of reach. Such precision.. could she have been.. no, that was impossible. Wasn't it? I turned back to face the kunai flinging vigilante with my jaw slightly agape upon seeing her for the first time. With a confident fox-like grin across her face, she was effortlessly fighting off both of my thugs in hand to hand combat simultaneously on her own. “Nice try, but this place already has doughnut holes, and a pro tip? They're delicious.” She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but the same thing could be said for a lot of toxic flowers of the night. Her skin was perfect and smooth, her eyes were practically glowing, maybe even literally as she was moving so swiftly and gracefully, her body was athletic and yet her thighs had a thick fat to them indicative of a very poor diet, chances were that she really wasn't joking about the doughnut holes here. She was dressed like some sort of shrine maiden, which was the most surprising feature of her to me considering her youthful appearance and clear affinity for the martial arts, not to mention our clan’s attempts to break the spirituality of the townsfolk.

I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck, deciding I couldn't just oogle at this young lady all day, I still had a job to do. Besides, I could always try to seduce her with my generous clan money in the future.. but tonight, I had to teach her a lesson. I charged towards the three and earned her full attention as she turned to face me with a mischievous, unfearing gaze. “Ehh? Four players in the game now? Finally something interesting!” She chimed and ran towards me to meet me head on. I swung my fist at her just to have her effortlessly bend her body out of the way as if she was made of water, I followed it up with my other fist into her but it only collided against the cold blunt end of her kunai. I growled under my breath and furrowed my brow, she was definitely no amateur. “Get up, you two!” I shouted at my two thugs who cowered in the corner of the store. If it weren't for my dangerous opponent and I staring each other down, looking for the slightest vulnerability, the sight of the usually brutish Gohan cowering in fright from this girl would have made my night. The mysterious vigilante suddenly threw a kunai right at my feet, and I barely reacted in time to not lose a toe or two at the cost of stumbling out of the way, leaving my balance in question, something the skilled combatant quickly spotted as she again charged me down and kicked me in the chest, sending me onto my back. “Fuck’s sake! Where’d you even learn to fight like that, you creep!?” I sputtered out as I stumbled back to my feet, turning to face where she should have been to find a frustratingly familiar sight, the sight of her missing. “The fuck.. You two, where the fuc–” I paused right in the midst of my sentence, noticing an ominous blue glow enveloping the room. Now legitimately kinda terrified, I nervously turned around to spot her standing behind me, near the entrance of the bakery, except, the door was no longer there.. What was one a pretty superficial glass door was now a spectral looking torii, glowing the same blue as the woman’s once dark brown eyes. “..W-What are you..” I whispered, too afraid to speak louder than that. Without so much a word, the woman began to perform quick and rapid movements with her hands and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. It was as if the entire room went completely silent, the whimpering of Gohan and the shrieking of Asuka, the ringing of my head and beating of my heart all ceased for but one second before a piercingly loud fox’s cry sounded out, as a massive blue fox materialised before our very eyes. Was this.. the fox spirit? How?! It wasn't real, that was superstitious nonsense! Yet as it ran through me, I fell right to my knees and felt as if I had suddenly been chained to the very floor- nothing imaginary could be capable of that. I slowly tilted my neck up to get one last look at the culprit before I passed out, as well as to receive my answer. “I am the protector of Kanezaka , I warned you that you would all answer for your crimes! Now you will finally nurture the people for a change!” For once, there was not a single trace of sarcasm on her face. Such powerful conviction.. How could I have ever stood a chance? Everything faded to black as the ringing in my ears became louder and louder..

My entire body ached as I seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, strange alien sights and sounds, every colour in the rainbow.. Gohan’s voice seemed to struggle to pierce the veil of the ever encroaching unconsciousness. “Boss! C’mon, we..” And again it all went dark, only for Asuka’s heartless reply to bring me back to awareness, “Forget…. need to get out of..” Yet, there was no hope for me. Had I died? Is this perpetual state of drifting between consciousness and restless sleep a purgatory for my sins against the innocent? No, it couldn't be, I wouldn't let it be– I may have had very little honour left to call my own, but I could not let that mysterious woman, no, that foul yōkai walk away unharmed after insulting it. With this determination, I clung onto consciousness and awoke with a sharp, pained breath to a very unusual environment. Not a hospital, nor a gang safe house, not even the cold unforgiving tile floor of the bakery I last recall standing atop. No, what greeted me in its stead was at first glance a giant colourful ball pit, andyet even then the “balls” were very large compared to me.. And what of my thugs?! “Asuka! Gohan!?” I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth in a pitiful attempt to increase the volume of my voice, a move that only revealed a new horrifying realisation to me– my bare arm.. I was completely nude! I stumbled back from the sheer shock and fell between some massive colourful shapes. I took a deep breath to compose myself, noting an overwhelming and sickening sweetness to the air.. No way. These.. They were sprinkles! How?! They were massive! No, I had to be incredibly tiny, but that was impossible.. but so was the idea of the Fox Spirit until today– As if the mere thought of the spirit was sacrilege, the world began to tremble nauseously, I attempted to hold onto one of the giant sprinkles, a green one to be precise, a lucky colour I hoped.. Yet luck was clearly not on my side as without warning, gravity seemed to reverse on itself, and me and all of the sprinkles suddenly began to fall towards the roof. No, there was a much more benign explanation to it, the shopkeeper was simply sprinkling some sprinkles upon a fresh batch of iced doughnuts, ignorant and uncaring towards my plight as I plunged straight into the sickeningly sweet pink mire. Almost like flypaper, my entire body became glued in place, my face just barely free from being suffocated by the strawberry quicksand. I took the moment to contemplate the humility of my situation. I was once an enforcer of the mighty Hashimoto clan, and now I found myself pitifully thanking the kami for not allowing me to suffocate in a frosted breakfast pastry. Was there no end to how far I could fall today?

A bell rung not too far away, shaking me out of my self pitying, a bell chime that you I blocked out of my senses the previous night in the midst of my adrenaline rush, a rather innocent and cute sound to toll in the confirmation of my horrible assumption that this was all still real, and that we never left that damn bakery. “Ahh, Kiriko-sama! So good to see you in good health this early!” boomed a voice of a middle aged sounding woman from far above me, the deadbeat we came to shakedown in in the first place, they had no idea how damn lucky they were, just how close that even now retribution was– My tough act was immediately cut short by a chilling and familiar voice. “Ohayō Shigeko-san! I’ll take two strawberry to go, as per usual please~!” So, that was her name then, Kiriko.. Bah! More importantly, why was she here now?! “Woah, sugoi.. I only have exactly two strawberry doughnuts left! The Fox Spirit must be looking after you today, Kiriko-sama!” The oblivious baker’s words sent chills through my spine, as they confirmed exactly what I was beginning to fear– this was all a sick elaborate punishment. I struggled as hard as I could against the sticky strawberry frosting as a gloved hand descended from high to lift what I assumed was the doughnut next to me.. I could only pray that at this point that my meatheaded cronies were spared such a horrific punishment as I was as inevitability the woman’s grasping digits would return for my prison as well, carefully gripping the sides and lifting me and my doughnut anchor from the display case and towards a small white paper bag covered in the kanji 福, meaning good luck.. A horribly dark joke at my expense by fate, it seemed. Though I had a very limited field of view in my position, and even less time, I made sure to get a good look at my soon-to-be kidnapper. She was dressed much more casually this morning, a blue sukajan, black tights that left little to the imagination, a white crop top, in fact the only things that suggested she was indeed the same girl from the night prior at all was that silly little fox hat and those well worn sneakers, as well as the smirk she always confidently carried on her face. As my milliseconds of scanning came to its conclusion, just when I was about to be dropped all the way into the to-go bag, her eyes whipped to make direct eye contact with mine, and ominously flickered the same ominous blue from the night before just to return to acting casual and oblivious. Everything went dark as the bag crumpled up above, submerging me into darkness. I held my breath and listened to my heartbeat, knowing the air in this bag couldn't last forever.. as scary as it was, I had to hope that Kiriko would sate her hunger before I suffocated.. but was that really a worse fate than what she seemed to have planned for me?

True to its printing, the bag blessed me with at least a smidge of good fortune in the form that Kiriko didn't come on foot, familiar sounds of a bike would soon come and go as she swiftly made it back to what I presumed must be some sort of diabolical headquarters. A few elevator dings and doors later, Kiriko ripped open the bag, exposing my eyes to the artificial light of.. a pretty average looking apartment? Hardly the setting I expected such a diabolical woman to bring a hostage to and yet– “Awh, look at you three! You barely stand out at all! Guess you never did though, you Hashimoto scum really are all the same..” As she spoke, she placed her two pastries on a pretty average china plate, yet one of her words really caught my attention, three.. My thugs were brought along too?! They must be on the other doughnut! “Let those two go, I’m their boss, I’m worth more than them!” I cried out, suddenly imbued with a sense of bravery and honour that I never felt before. It wasn't that I liked them very much, in fact, they were terrible people to be perfectly clear, but they were my responsibility and I owed it to their families to see them home safely. My performance only earned me a slight turning of the doughnut so that I could see the bemused grin from the giantess as she tilted her head, all sorts of cruel tricks and ideas clearly running through her mind before she clasped her hands together with a more gentle, fake smile. “Well, I still need to have breakfast before Mom comes to visit, and she'll never let me hear the end of it if she catches me eating sweets again so… We'll just have to make this quick, hmm? On my honour as shrine maiden, I promise to spare your little friends IF you can free yourself before I finish their doughnut, deal?” The proposition was very obviously weighed heavily against us and it earned a very audible shrieking from Asuka and Gohan both, the first time I’ve heard them since the night before. With a sigh, I began “I suppose I don't have much of a–” “--of a choice, that's right! Just like those people your clan makes protection deals with, huh?” She winked, cutting me off as she reached for the doughnut my comrades were trapped on. “You’d better hurry, I can hardly resist a good dessert..~” Crud, she really wasn't joking around anymore, this wasn't some sort of scary prank- she was going up and kill us all for our crimes, maybe we deserved it but– Fuck that! I began to push my legs against the dough with all of my strength to no result, the strawberry flavoured frosting seemingly tugging at me harder to ensure our fates. I watched as she ravenously took bites at the other doughnut, her eyes full of a childlike delight as she truly savoured the flavour, our very fight for survival not affecting her breakfast at all. I let out a nervous whimper and began to try to shake my arms loose, again fruitlessly. In a act of desperation, I decided to try to use my head in a very literal sense– I slammed my face into the frosting and began to maddeningly lick away at the icing, pushing the fact that I despised strawberry from my mind to do so until I could push against the surface with my head with enough force to at least unstick my upper body, with this exhaustive feat finished, I turned and looked at my living, ravenous countdown and felt my entire blood freeze over with fear. She was much closer now, watching me intently, resting her elbows on the counter– my friends, her doughnut, nowhere in sight except for the small bit of frosting stuck on her lip. “About time you finally noticed you lost! Geez, you were trying so hard too, I didn't wanna stop you..” She looked as if she was holding back a full on laugh as I began to stutter and attempt to swear at her, but I quickly fell silent, noticing the faintest movement in the icing on her lip.. One of them still lived! If I could just draw her attention away.. “You have won, so be it. Upon my honour..” Kiriko rolled her eyes and simply lifted the last doughnut towards her mouth. “Oh, please, since when has there EVER been honour amongst thieves? Give it a rest, you're just breakfast now, dork.” With that, I gazed in horror at the sight of her licking her lips in anticipation of consuming me, thoughtlessly devouring someone else in the act.. There was nothing to fight for.. Her breath swept over me, warm and sweet, deceptively so, like a seductress’ kiss as she clamped her jaws around half of the treat and began to chow down, with little concern for my safety.. Inside her mouth was a pitch black chaotic storm of mashed up dough, I had no clue where I was in relation to her deadly gnashing teeth until I felt myself beginning to slide backwards– the back of her throat. One last burst of adrenaline sent me clawing for a foothold to save myself only to be consigned to my fate by the landslide of chewed up dough to slide towards me, dragging me along with it into her throat, the loud swallow that followed was the end of my struggle.

I fell into a disgusting chamber of hot, foetid air and squelching organic noises. I hoped the fall would end my misery but it was broken by a tortuously hot liquid that had to have been acid. I struggled weakly before finding a small mass of.. something in the dark and clamour to board it, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me up, much to my confusion. “Who..” I weakly and despondently mumbled. “It’s Gohan, boss! Asuka’s here too, c’mon, we gotta figure out how to make her sick!” I felt confused, relieved and annoyed all at the same time. How did we all escape being chewed up? How did Gohan manage to keep his hopes up, even now? Why were they suddenly so nice to me? Did they really depend on me that much..? Did they not understand just how hopeless we really were? My thoughts were interrupted by the loud splashing ahead, what must have remained of the doughnut I was on.. A mere omen for a storm as her innards suddenly rocked and threw enormous waves onto our “raft” twice.. she had just patted her gut as a joke and yet to us it was as if it was the apocalypse. The snarky fox girl had become our very world. “Gochisosama~!” Her dialect accent echoed all around us as she toyed with our lives. “She.. mentioned something about her mother, what if we try to make her belch excessively when she arrives?” I nervously suggested, only to be shot down by Asuka. “Disgusting! That's not going to free us, either!” I felt a splash of acid against my leg and crawled closer to the group– our raft was deteriorating by the minute. We had to think faster than this. “Ahh, Moommmm, welcome!” Again Kiriko’s voice echoed around us, although somewhat satisfyingly, for once she lacked her typical smug confidence. Perhaps her mother was strict..? I listened intently for her response and was incapable of making out any specific words, but her voice was unmistakable.. Asa Yamagami, the head enforcer of the city.. was her mother. I trembled, knowing that my subordinates would think that I knew this before.. And sure enough, I felt Asuka suddenly grab me by the throat. “You sick fuck! You lead us to this bitch, didn't you? You wanted this to happen, huh?!” She pushed me towards the edge and I barely managed to keep my balance. “I didn't! I tried to free you guys, remember?!” I shouted, attempting to rationalise with these cold blooded killers. I sensed a punch flying towards my face and side stepped out of the way, in the darkness my assailant fell forward into the young lady’s powerful acid. “G..Gohan..?” Asuka whimpered as his splashing became weaker and ceased– Kiriko’s gut taking its first victim. “I.. I didn't know anything about this girl, OR her powers.. Asa doesn't even talk to us, I didn't even know she had a daughter!” I again pleaded with my remaining subordinate, as my footing became more and more unstable, our raft couldn't continue for much longer.. “Fuck you! Fuck the clan! I’m going to outlive all of you!” Asuka screamed ferociously as she lunged towards my voice, grabbing at my leg. I screamed in pain as she squeezed it tightly and began to kick at her, but both of us froze when Kiriko’s stomach made an unfamiliar wailing growl.. Most of the air rushed to the ceiling of her gut, followed by a distant, muffled “Uurp..” The air was much more light now, certainly not enough to sustain two people. We continued to brawl to the bitter end while Kiriko blushed and bowed her head to her mother. “P-Pardon me, Mother, my breakfast–” Asa stared harshly into her daughter's eyes, her brow furrowing. “Your breakfast was junk food again, wasn't it?” At this point, our raft broke into two, making our fight much more treacherous.. As we drifted through the dissolving food and acid, heavy torrential droplets of cold water showered down onto us, no doubt Kiriko’s attempt to soothe her belly– an effective strategy as I was washed off of the edge of our mushy raft.. I clung onto the edge and clenched my teeth, feeling my legs being swiftly eaten away by the young lady’s busy stomach.. “Asuka! Please!” I cried out for sympathy one last time, only to be ignored.. Before long I lost my grip and plunged the rest of the way into the powerful stomach acid. Pain seared through my body at first, but despondency seemed to numb the rest as I allowed myself to sink into it more. Damn this world, this cruel world.. I may have been the villain after all if Kiriko was the hero, but my story did not deserve to end in such a brutal, dehumanising manner.. I swore to have my revenge, one way or another..

We criminals’ remains would be treated no differently than the doughnuts they were initially bound to. Reduced to a sickly, unidentifiable paste that slowly trudged through her intestines, each and every nutrient and possible use their bodies had in store for Kiriko was mercilessly harvested, what was worthless was disposed of like useless garbage. In Gohan’s case, the well built man was pulped for every bit of protein his remains contained. Asuka, true to her name, was nothing more than a bunch of hot air, she truly would turn out to be “tomorrow’s fragrance.” In my case, however, I was given the worst lot in the afterlife. My body wasn't very beneficial, nor was it entirely useless to be simply disposed of like Asuka– no, I was reduced to a hefty amount of fat.. and deposited mostly on the ninja’s ass. My first day of my purgatory began at night, only the beginning of the ironies in this life. I learned rather quickly that Kiriko, despite her youthful beauty and grace, was very much a slob. The first of my senses to be assaulted was my scent, an overwhelming yet familiar lewd smell wafted over my new form endlessly. I recalled a much less offensive form of it before from my youth, sneaking into women’s houses and sniffing their underwear.. It was how I got noticed by the clan in the first place. Though I suppose those young women at least changed their underwear often, unlike this bitch. From a mirror in the corner of the room, I was able to view my new body.. or rather Kiriko’s new ass.. it was awfully plump now and practically swallowed the orange and white shimapan that had the unfortunate job of trying to contain her ass. Kiriko slept on her chest and snored quietly but from this close it was just enough to keep me from resting my mind.. She also seemed to have an irritating habit of speaking in her sleep, oftentimes about someone named Genji. “..Nhh.. Genji, why’d you steal sugar free candies again..?” I felt myself begin to move and watched in horror at the mirror as she began to raise her ass into the air to release a monstrous, truly diabolical.. psssshhhthhhh .. While it wasn't nearly as loud as I anticipated, it stunk of the morbid breakfast she enjoyed that morning, to put it simply, it reeked of death. Silent and deadly, true to her role as a ninja.. Thankfully, that would be the last time I witnessed her flatulence that night, although I should have considered it a bad omen.

(Disposal)

Come morning, Kiriko groaned at the obnoxious sound of her pachimari alarm clock, a rare instance of us both experiencing the same emotional stimulus from something. She rolled over to the other side of her futon and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes, feeling a growing pressure in her bowels. She simply pushed out another rotten fart straight into her poor, overused panties, and worse yet, subjected me to its lingering aroma. “Ah.. crap..” Kiriko muttered to herself, clapping her hands together and teleporting to her bathroom. The experience genuinely startled me, but it would be the first of many lazy teleportations I would come to experience as Kiriko’s fat ass. Squatting, Kiriko lazily slipped her panties to the side, noting to herself just how more tight it felt after her Hashimoto snacks yesterday. “Maybe, I really should eat better..” She mumbled to herself as I felt her asshole begin to relax and pucker up to let loose one last short puff of silent wind that assisted a small clump of waste drop into her toilet.. If I thought her farts had stunk, fucking hell.. Was this what my life would be like everyday from now? A much larger, consistent log began to snake itself out of her tight virgin anus, doubtlessly the doughnuts from yesterday morning, but.. where were our bodies? Surely, we would have had bones in the very least? I gawked in horror at the monstrously sized coiled up shit, desperate to spot even a trace of my humanity in it, pitiful as it may be.. “Nnh.. C’mon already..” Kiriko whined and adjusted her footing. I felt her grab hold of me and pull me apart, along with her other ass cheek as she desperately rid herself of what her body deemed useless. One last wide, but short, log plummeted from her pucker, relieved, she released me. The sight of it made me wish she hadn't.. again, there was nothing indicating that we had ever existed at all, and yet humiliatingly, I spotted a slight greenish discolouration in the dump.. that fucking green sprinkle’s food colouring had managed to make more of an impression on Kiriko’s waste than all three of us– people, flawed without a doubt, but people all the same.. Our bodies were completely reduced to brown sludge, no different than fried dough. I wouldn't be given any time to process the incomprehensible horror of this fact as to Kiriko, this was nothing out of the ordinary. She simply scraped some paper across my “face” before promptly flushing what little remained of us into the sewers of Kanezaka . There was absolutely no telling how many times she'd done it before, afterall..

(Disposal over)

I remained despondent for a time afterwards, barely processing what would have been a somewhat soothing shower otherwise.. When she dried, she stepped into her laundry room and groaned, turning away from it, revealing why she didn't change underwear much. Laundry, it seemed, was not her forte. With a shrug of her shoulders, she simply stepped back into her well worn shimapan and strained to pull them past her enlarged ass. I groaned as the obnoxious scent wasted no time creeping back into my senses.. The next step to her morning routine was to slip into some leggings, comfortable and non restrictive, perfect for her line of work. For MY line of work though, I quickly began to loathe them. My vision and only connection to the outside world was effectively blacked out, and worse still, I discovered just why she was so comfortable wearing such smelly panties in public– these damned leggings completely trapped the scent in! I guess I got one last laugh in though, I could feel and hear the seams of her tight leggings straining to contain the bounty of assfat she accumulated by devouring me. If this was to be my way of haunting her, I would gladly embrace it! Just wait, eventually, I’ll tear holes in all her leggings! Even if it will take weeks of squeezing me into a pair to tear one. Completely unphased by my scheming, Kiriko tied her sneakers and began to walk to the door, already licking her lips at the idea of her breakfast. Maybe chocolate today, or cream filled doughnuts? Oh, and what about pizza later!? Itadakimasu!