Damn, he envied her sometimes.
He wasn't an unintelligent boy, he'd
swear. Back in his hometown of Kumamoto, he'd see his name on lists
of his class' top performers: "Sakamoto Kousaku". But after
moving in with family friends in Tokyo, the name of his housemate was
consistently above his own in every subject, clear kanji spelling
out: "Oozora Hibari".
Kousaku was far from a wimp. In fact,
he was a rising star of the school boxing club, second only to
Shiina. Hibari, meanwhile, was too breezy to commit to any sporting
activities, preferring to cheer him from the sidelines. But when it
came to actual fights on the street, Kousaku still found himself
constantly ducking behind her. As a yakuza princess, her confidence
and experience were on an entirely different level than his.
Moreover, Kousaku's dick wasn't small
by any means, soundly beating out his friends back home - like that
Itagaki dude. Yet, from occasional accidents centered around the
household's singular bathroom (and their connected rooms), he knew
for a fact that Hibari's penis was a fair margin longer than his,
undoubtedly girthier, and her testicles were perfectly full and
smooth.
The one area where Kousaku "won"
over Hibari was height. Standing half a head taller, his eyes usually
met the top of her straight blonde hair. And even that barely felt
like a victory. That little impish gal loved squeezing herself
smaller; leaning into his abs; snuggling her lean chest to his, to
the point that he could feel her sweater's fluff; nudging her narrow
shoulders against his chest; or wrapping her gentle, dainty hands
around his waist, as if he were a hero on the cover of a
bodice-ripper. The way she winked at him from a distance with those
big, beautiful blue eyes; the way her elegant lashes fluttered up
shyly to him; the way she blurted out "I'm so glad I have a man
like Kousaku to protect me!"
All things considered, it felt rather
patronizing.
But this... this was more than
patronizing.
When Kousaku woke up that morning, he
could no longer say he had a height advantage. He could barely
compare himself to the cup on his bedside table. His bare arms
couldn't reach the room's lights. In the ornate mirror across from
him, he appeared as a shapeless blot sinking into his
eggshell-coloured bed sheets – the smell of second-hand cotton
almost choking him.
In some sort of nightmare scenario,
he'd been shrunken ridiculously small - barely a few centimeters.
"What... what the heck?"
His voice was muffled by thundering
footsteps. The ocean of sheets became a waterfall as the force sent
them tumbling off the side of the bed. Kousaku clutched to the
falling layers, cascading off the futon's slippery edge to the wooden
boards.
He only barely saw Seiji, one of the
family's "assistants", stepping in to wake the boy up -
this time, bearing a ghostly mask and a prop knife. The man didn't
need the costume to still look absolutely intimidating, shocking the
shrunken boy into a silence.
Seiji removed the mask to get a closer
peek at the sheets. "Up this early on a Sunday? Kousaku--!
You're missing your morning scare!" He called out in the
hallway, shutting the door behind him - mismatched floorboards
creaking underneath his old suede shoes.
This is bad... Kousaku shivered.
He instinctively covered his exposed groin. With pajamas now twenty
sizes too large for him, and laying loose on the bed many meters
above his reach, keeping his dignity was an impossible task. The
white ceiling's pattern was something he could never get used to in
this room - it now became an alien sky, supported by endless barriers
with slightly-peeled wallpaper. He found himself stirred by every
noise. Pounding steps in the halls, excited chirps outside, the soft
snores from the other side of the sliding door...
Hibari's room.
Yeah. Hibari's strange, but –
because of that, she knows how to handle weird stuff like this...
His thoughts stirred, despite his hesitation. He took a great breath,
and summoned his inner strength to push back the thin divider even
the smallest inch. The creaking noises shot up his sweating arms and
upright spine.
And there he was - in her room.
Though years ago it had been set up for a boy, it was now distinctly,
unmistakably hers. A heart-shaped parallel with the door, with
towers of lipstick and skin care materials. A small bookcase he
passed, filled to the top with scrapbooks, romance stories, and
shoujo manga - the latest Dr. Slump volume on the floor with a
floral-pattern bookmark. Posters for Yuming and YMO
hanging high above pink blouses and flashy skirts, on hangers and
chairs, around mountains of padded bra on the floor. Kousaku crept
among each of them, with the nerve-wracking sensation of voyeurism.
It's okay, if it's her... if it's
for her attention...
He kept the uneven masses of
undergarments out of his mind, took a breath, and focused on his
goal. The hand.
Hibari had allowed her arm to hang
slightly from the bed. At this angle, it was the body only part
Kousaku could make out - save for a few strands of lengthy,
naturally-yellowish hair. (A trait inherited from her mother, lighter
and straighter than any of her sisters.) Waving there, her fingers
loosely fluttered with her snores. Light from the window reflected
off the oval-cut nails. Even at a size where they could easily crush
Kousaku's tiny frame without a thought, they were delicate and
dainty, with their slender form and relaxed position.
Kousaku rubbed his own hands, and poked
at the resting index finger. "H-hey, wake up, Hibari..."
The slender, warm phalange rustled
slightly, and pulled upwards, into a little ball.
"Hibari, please, feel me..."
Kousaku prayed, and leaped upwards for it. At the apex of his jump,
the tips of his fingers barely brushed hers. His legs weren't nearly
strong enough to reach her creamy hand. He'd need something to prop
him up. But what was there that wasn't on a towering stool or giant
cabinet...?
With a painful swallow, turning his
head away, he dragged the padded bra over. The texture was less than
comfortable, and thinking about how recently she may have worn it
made things worse. His arms soon from tugging. But he kept going.
Pulling it into position. Climbing. Panting. And soon, he touched her
hand's lotion-kissed skin again.
This time, the reaction was
instantaneous.
An ominous, echoing yawn above. The
rustle of sheets...
POUND. A shake as her shapely left foot
landed to his right, making him tumble off the makeshift "hill"
in the opposite direction. Right in the shadow of -
POUND. Her right foot slammed on him,
keeping him directly in the soft arch, between her narrow toes and
round heel padding.
As Hibari stretched those toes out, the
web of wrinkles contracted and expanded before him, gently embracing
the well-loved floorboards. He pounded on the flexing sole, shouting
into it: "HEY! Hibari! Don't squash meee!"
Above, her gentle voice hummed with the
chirping birds outside. "Ahh~ I was having the most
romantic dream... Maybe I should just drift asleep again..."
Her legs began lifting. Kousaku clung
to the middle toe, easily pulled up by her strength, trying
hopelessly to keep a hold. It slipped away from him, over the side of
the bed – and sent him tumbling down. "Don't doze off - look
down!"
"Then agaaain..."
FWOOF - the feet landed once more, now
wearing fluffy white slippers with cartoonish alligator faces. They
revealed her lean ankles. "It's a day all to myself! No one
snooping into my business or looking over me - the teachers, dad, my
sisters, Seiji... or Kousaku~" She always spoke his name
in a longing sigh - this time, it echoed through his very soul. "My!
If Kousaku saw me like this, whatever would I do?"
Kousaku gazed up at her loose
nightgown, which swayed with her generous hips. They did little to
hide her slim shoulders and towering legs. She took steps away from
the bed, giving him a glimpse of her full, bubbly ass - absolutely
gargantuan from this scale, practically blocking out everything. The
blonde hair descended from the heavens, flopping amid those curves,
stopping around her waist.
He followed, trying to keep pace with
the wide, booming steps - until she returned with a wastebasket,
decorated with flowers. She pulled out a razor and some cream from
the bed, and slowly began shaving bits of her blonde leg hair.
"Mhh, I'd usually do this in the
washroom, but... Tsubame takes up so much time, and it's kind of
embarrassing..."
Kousaku stared up at the thin,
honey-tinted hairs giving way to swaths of smooth, tender thighs.
Never seen her... doing this... Shaking his head as a few
fluffy clumps fell on him, he began climbing upwards on the slipper -
and up the legs, to grab her attention. The girl was now focusing on
her left calve, and his current leg barely had anything to hold on.
The surface was slippery, and he stumbled as she tapped out a rhythm.
Nevertheless, he kept restarting from the ankle.
And as he climbed, he could practically
see them right above. The gentle lips. The button nose. And most
prominently, her eyes, azure pools with thick lashes. She had to see
him here, now that she was paying attention to this lower part...
Except that her hands grabbed her
sleepwear, peeling the gown off over her head of blonde hair -
obscuring her view of Kousaku. Her heel bucked as she re-balanced
herself, knocking him right off and onto hard ground. The faces of
the alligator slippers mocked him once more.
"Why did she take off her...
Her-!?"
Staring up, with his eyes bulging out,
Kousaku spotted it. Blonde pubic hair, spreading out from the
heavenly tower. The foreskin could barely hold in the bulbous red tip
of her member. She held it in her dainty hand, which only made it
look more imposing; while the other hand carefully trimmed the hair.
Hibari wondered, looking at it. "Does
Kousaku prefer girls who are completely clean? Or ones who have a
little carpeting?"
"That doesn't matter! I'm not into
--!" The boy answered on instinct, before realizing that she
couldn't hear him. With his cheeks red, he tried to locate something
in the room that would help gain her attention. Wiping away more of
the pubes that fell to him - and noting their slight perfume - he
made a trek to her casual, beige slacks. With such an extensive
wardrobe, he wasn't sure exactly what she'd put on today; but the
pale, tight waistband was nearby. If she grabbed it, maybe, she'd be
able to notice his little body squirming around.
When he peeked back, said behemoth was
already looming above, fully exposed. From the brief glimpse, covered
in shadow, he could only partly make her out - before the palm
overtook him, and lifted him high in the air.
He rubbed against Hibari's buttocks as
they slipped into the tight pants. It was only by sheer willpower and
boxing club training that he could stay on the waistband. The left
leg stepping in - followed by the right. Her feet peeked from the
narrow openings far below. Kousaku wailed at the battering by her
plush cheeks. "How?! How did you not notice me that time?
Hibariiii~!"
The shaking steps made his hold uneven.
She paused to slip on a red turtleneck, before making her way to the
mirror. Every step made her ass sway, wobble, and bounce below him -
a bumpy ride that was hard on his already-tired arms.
Unable to keep hold, he let himself
slip -
... and quickly gripped on the swaying
gold ropes of hair next to him. It had a sweet shampoo fragrance,
even in the morning - which nearly overrode his senses. But the
slamming and shaking around snapped him back to reality.
Hibari hummed. "Hmhm... Karaa
terebii ni shitatte... Iro wa iroiro aru deshyo... Otoko to onna ni
shittate... Iro wa iroiro aru no yo..."
Finally, she stopped, in front of the
vanity. Those huge containers of beauty products were put to use as
she powdered her face, and painted her lips and lashes.
Seeing his chance, Kousaku got to
climbing. If she spotted him in the mirror, she'd HAVE to
finally acknowledge that he'd shrunken. As if he were rappelling, he
clung to swaying hair strands, pulling as hard as he could - while
his strong legs slowly took step by step up the long red turtleneck
top. It still wobbled with the movement of her arms, carefully
applying mascara in slow strokes. He passed the shoulderblades; the
neck; the ear; until, at last, Kousaku stopped atop the blonde
"mountain", panting.
"Hi..Hiba..." He
slouched, panting, taking a moment to look directly at Hibari's eyes
in the mirror. It felt odd seeing them from "above", like
he would yesterday; even more bizarre seeing his diminished, frail
form on top of her, nothing but a few blonde locks protecting his
dignity. He tried his best to call to the blurry reflection, out of
breath...
...And answering him came a thick,
titanic hairbrush. He let out a muted, voiceless scream as it combed
her - straightening her bangs, and allowing the hair to flow down her
back.
Kousaku again slid off, unable to catch
a break - landing once more to the familiar fluffy slipper realm.
"DAMMIT!" He slammed his fists in the surface, clenching
his teeth. "Hibari, what can I do to make you notice me?!"
Hibari, above, brushed a touch more. "I
hope Kousaku notices me, with this new super-glossy lipstick."
She giggled, posing for the mirror. "Oh well - it's cute either
way! I'm really starting to feel myself... Mhhm..."
With no warning, the ankle arched
forward - and the footwear trod ahead. Kousaku went for a wild ride
across the floor as he hung onto the right slipper's plush jaw.
She bent over to a handheld radio -
which sounded out a pop hit at the tap of her button. Her body
naturally bopped to it, moving up and down. "I've heard that
this exercise helps slim the waist; that's exactly what I need! One,
two--"
Hibari's bountiful backside made
impact, shaking the floor. As soon as her legs took to the air, it
sent Kousaku jolting up. She lifted her shoulders up for outer calf
crunches, raising one soft hand; lowering it; and then the opposite
hand, before repeating.
Her legs shook, damp sweat building
around the soles. The slight scent took Kousaku off-guard - though
not as much as the rapid motion below, spreading into a tisting
mountain range. Her body, massive though it was, flexed with absolute
grace. The shifting shadow of her sways and twists, through the
window's rays of sunlight, were like watching glacier formations and
valleys dance about. Every subtle crunch of a joint sounded out
louder to him.
He struggled across the leg, continuing
despite the increased amount of sweat and motion. Thankfully, the
pants' denim made it easier for him to ascend. Yet, with every bit of
progress he made towards her distant face, which gasped in
endorphin-fueled bliss, the small wobbles and sways became more
pronounced and active.
One shimmy of her hips made him descend
the pant leg, nearly falling to the floor again. But he kept his bare
chest close to it, and scooted up once more. Hibari - once she's
done with this... I don't know where she'll go. It's now or never!
Grunting, he pulled himself towards to
the navel area, right where the sweater hung. The heavy air was
starting to get to his head. At that very moment, she leaned a
distance to her left, shifting gravity with a simple change in her
spine's position. Hibari turned off the music.
"Hahh... I'm hot all over now!
Worked up an appetite..."
She did a quick stretch, standing up
her full height - with Kousaku struggling to hang on - and reached
for a pickled umeboshi by her nightstand.
"Mmh... *crunch*... used to
REALLY hate these... But I kinda crave salty stuff nowadays!"
The snacks fell into her mouth, one
after another. The sound of crunching started to trigger his own
appetite, and he absolutely despised umeboshi.
She took a seat on the bed - with
enough force to make Kousaku roll off into the comforter. And it was
just as well that he wasn't holding. Hibari tugged her slacks down -
along with the silky panties beneath. Her penis stood tall, appearing
more gigantic than ever. From this angle, Kousaku could see (to his
slight horror) that Hibari had cut her pubes into a tiny heart shape.
But the real shocker was yet to come.
Her small, delicate fingers began massaging gently around the base of
her groin, stimulating the perineum. "Ha~ah... My body... so
warm..." She cupped her hand, holding the testes; with her
fingers hovering and dancing close to her anus, spreading the cheeks.
Her eyes shut as she tilted her head back in ecstasy.
"Hibari's - masturbating?"
Kousaku had a hard time processing it all. The sheer scale, the quick
motion of her wrist, how breathlessly every event had happened. Did
she do it like this in the morning - right next to his room, where he
slept? Wasn't she JUST getting dressed moments ago? Was there
something that stimulated her without his knowledge?
With Hibari's eyes still closed, the
tower between her legs grew stiffer. It bulged, the tip lifting high
to the sky. She didn't directly touch the glans - nevertheless,
merely by gradual teasing around her lower region, running her hand
against the prostate's interlinking nerves, the rod became remarkably
hard.
"Kou...saku..." Hibari
mewed softly.
"Huh?" The sensation of her
voice exploded inside him. It took until then to realize how intently
he'd been watching. He shivered. Did she notice him? Her eyelids were
still closed tight.
Hibari rubbed her chest, playing with
her perky nipples, as she kept petting and stroking the wet, dripping
flesh. "Kousaku... Holding me in his arms... Inside me...
Kousaku..."
As she kept enjoying herself, liquid
building up and flowing from her fantasies, the man in question burst
forward, desperate. He aimed right for her sensitive, monolithic
member - charging for it.
"HIBARI!"
"EEEEP! Kousaku, not there~!"
Before he even reached it, he felt
those gentle fingers pluck him by his ribs. It held him above the
ground, above the bed, above the dick. For the first time that
morning, they directly faced one another. She finally found him - at
the worst possible moment. Misty, shaking, and so, SO big, her
eyes stared at him, pleading. Reflected in the pupils, his naked body
was turning red, from steaming head to shaking toes.
Kousaku swallowed. "Hibari,
this... this isn't what it..." He shook.
She suddenly smiled. "Look at how
flushed your are! You even feel hot." Her other finger gave his
nose a tiny tap. "Don't worry. I know you weren't trying
anything pervy there, Kousaku!"
He held a finger out. "What?! No,
you're the one who was perving around!..." After that
immediate, almost reflexive reply, shock traveled through him. Her
nonchalant expression made him shiver, his voice receding. "Wait,
you... know? You're not surprised? You - knew I shrunk?"
"Mmh-hmm!" She energetically
nodded. "I heard the sliding door creak open, and saw you
scurrying down there. And then I felt you all over my feet, my legs,
my hair... After all, my eyes and ears still work fine. It was
surprising, but I decided to roll with it. I wondered if you'd notice
how much I was talking to myself!" Hibari's tongue stuck out.
The boy in her fingers swung out,
thrashing, screaming at full force. "You - you tricked me! You
KNOW how much danger I've been through! Why would you leave me to
fight on my own like that?!"
"Aww, Kousaku, I would've helped
you." She rested her small chin on her palm. "But you
looked so adorable, trying to get up to me. I couldn't resist teasing
you a little bit by pretending I didn't notice. Can you forgive me?"
Bright as budding flowers, her widening cheeks went pink. "It's
one of the first times you've really asked me to look your way."
Kousaku's eyes struggled to escape her
look. "I only wanted you to get me help, you know."
Hibari's finger tapped his elbow,
making his little frame wobble. Thinking about what that digit had
just been doing made him tremble even more. "Heehee, you can't
use that excuse. There are a lot of phones around the house. My
sisters, dad, Seiji, they've all woken up. You could've left and
asked them for help at any time." She leaned in, her gaze and
breath inescapable now. "But you didn't. Kousaku... what you
really wanted was alone time with me, right?"
Cornered, Kousaku attempted to worm
away from her prying. "I am NOT going to ask Seiji for help.
That man horrifies me!"
She giggled. "Good answer. You
know, I actually mixed up my routine, and did everything out of
order, juuuust to see if something there would scare you off. But
your reactions are honest! It must've been so frightening, seeing
such large body parts around you... especially this part, right?"
Her fingers dangled him teasingly close to her thick penis, while her
lashes fluttered. "But you trusted me enough to keep staying
near me. And I trusted that you wouldn't take advantage of me."
"How would I take advantage of -
of THAT!?" Kousaku stared in fascination at her prick. "It's...
it's still... erect..."
"That's, well, I'm excited
because..." Hibari bit her finger, looking away. "You
looked so strong and manly! The way you lifted the clothing, and
climbed all around me, and kept going and going... I've never seen
you like this! Never felt you like this! Kousaku, this is your
fault~"
The smell of her sex blotted everything
else out. Her hold was becoming softer, gravitating towards her penis
again. But he made no effort to escape. All the fatigue he felt from
climbing drifted away at the sight of this terrifying, enormous...
sexy woman who he was now in bed with. "Are you saying...
I should take responsibility?"
She shook her head. "No, I was...
planning on saving myself for our wedding night. But... If you really
want me..." Her fingers curled.
"WEDDING? I- I never - a-a-agreed
to that--!"
"Perfect! So you can take me right
now!" Sweeping, long arms made the sheet into waves beneath him,
subtly prodding his face nearer.
Kousaku yelled. "Ahhn! The way
your body moves, even if it's huge, it's so delicate... It's so
womanly!"
Something twinged below. Looking down,
he noticed his own member - though not even close to being that big -
was even harder than the erection in front of him. "Just once...
just to get it out of my system..." His body burned like a white
dwarf. "But - but not because you have a dick -- in fact, I'd
rather NOT touch it..."
"If it's all the same, I prefer
using this part... when I'm thinking of you..." Hibari's
majestic ass swung over with a resonating BOOM, making him
leap. She shyly presented her asshole - the sphincter completely
tight. "So, please accept this... Please accept me..."
No turning back now, with that bum
before him. He set his mind to it. The shrunken boy flung himself in,
experimentally pressing his face to the surface. The lower doorway
opened at the touch of his nose, letting his head in first. Very
quickly, his arms began feeling around the moist, sticky environment.
The tiny hands massaged her inner walls, every little motion bringing
twitches and moans through her.
"I'm touching Hibari... I'm in
Hibari..."
She panted. "Kousaku..." Once
again, she began masturbating, slowly and delicately fluttering soft
fingers around the crack. "You've been thinking about me this
way too, haven't you? I can feel it. Kousaku might be living in our
house... but I've been living in Kousaku's heart and dreams!"
This was wild. The way her hips bucked,
responding to his every touch.Through all their time together, she
had always put on an air of unflappability. Like nothing could get to
her. Like everything was going according to her plan. For the first
time, hearing her wail and moan like this, feeling her accelerating
heartbeat from within this intimate location... Neither of them had
any idea what would happen next.
And it was so exhilarating.
*Knock knock*
"Hibariiii! Did you steal my bra
again?"
Her older sister, Tsubame, barged into
the room.
Hibari squatted, lower half of her body
covered in sheets. Her left fist curled painfully on the comforter,
right one beneath it. "No." A shallow breath.
"...dearest sister."
"Don't dearest sister me!"
The brunette marched in. "Are you hiding it in here?"
She lifted the covers.
By the time the sheets were off, Hibari
had hurriedly slid the pants back up. In the process, though, Kousaku
was flung upwards, flat against her raging boner. It barely had room
to breathe in the tight, stretched material, pushing him against the
stuffy, dribbling panties. He couldn't even move his arms. The
presence of this intruder scared him stiff.
Tsubame suddenly grasped Hibari's arms.
"Are you WEARING it now?" She pulled her little sister's
top up, revealing bare, flat chest.
"Kyaaa~" She called
out. "B-but we're sisters! I'm not into
girls~" Her pulse increased, barely able to hide her
terror – or her lingering arousal from the ticklish fluttering
below.
Hearing everything going on outside,
Kousaku panicked, and started pounding his legs. His resistance only
made the meaty cock grow harder. It pressed him so that his face was
plastered against the panties, his own dick thrusting into it. The
humid warmth had a dizzying effect, and made the cock feel even
bulkier.
"What's that?" Tsubame
pointed to the shifting, squirming bulge below.
Hibari beat her eyelashes. "My
thoughts are... with Kousaku..."
"UGH!" The dark-haired girl
recoiled. "I'm SORRY I asked!" As she stepped back, her
foot landed on the push-up bra Kousaku used earlier - which she
picked up, glaring over her shoulder. "You lied. It WAS here!"
Hibari shrugged. "It... fits me
better... anyway~"
The sound of the sister marching away
and slamming the door behind shook the couple. Hibari hurriedly
pulled her trousers back down, clutching her face. "I'm so
sorry! I didn't mean for you to touch that place..."
But rather than looking worried, or
even shaken up, Kousaku was simply hypnotized. He thrust against the
shaft, running his hands over the gargantuan shape. Hugging it close,
he let his own penis settle in a small wrinkle within it. "So...
so big... Hibari..."
"Kousaku... I'm..."
Small tears of joy welled up in her
soft, blue eyes. She instantly released everything. Emotions, kept in
for far too long, gushing all at once onto Kousaku's face in a
lily-white liquid, with the strength of an industrial hose.
SPURT!
SPURT.
spurrrrrtllll...
As the last few drops erupted, between
tense panting, Kousaku's own dick lifted and answered with a humble,
quiet "prsssht."
They lay for a moment. Stunned. Simply
breathing. Staring at the dizzying ceiling.
He gasped within the wetness. Clarity
slammed on his skull. "Oh geez... How are we... How can I
explain... all this... and my size?!" Clutching his chest, he
found it all webbed with stickiness.
Hibari smiled from above, lifting his
hot, drenched body in her palm. "We... we don't have to yet. I
want Kousaku... all to myself... for just a little while longer..."
She plucked a small handkerchief out, which she used on him like a
towel.
He grinned up, unable to resist the
continuing warmth of her gentle grasp. "Well... you've always
been great... at keeping little secrets."
***
Oozora Ibari, head of the Oozora
Family, took careful steps up to his daughter Hibari's room. His
callused palm struggled with the doorknob for a moment.
"I heard a ruckus in here,
what's--"
He froze, wordless.
Hibari rested there, in her bed,
sleeping, tranquil as a flower.
In her hand, she held a minuscule
Kousaku against her chest, where he curled up contently.
White alligator slippers peeked out at
the bottom of the bed.
The yakuza's father figure shut the
door, shook his head, and immediately saw himself out. "I'll
need to tell Seiji and Sabu to change my heart medication. I'm
hallucinating..."