Mitsuru rose with a splitting headache. What had happened to her last night? And why was she in this… strange location? It was a bed, but it most certainly wasn’t hers. She rubbed her eyes to try and wake herself. Now that she finally looked, she wasn’t in her night gown either- she was completely naked! But that was the least of her problems. She had shrunken down to the size of a bug! This was all far too strange. She pinched herself- sure enough, this wasn’t a dream. But she was most certainly about to wish it was- since it was soon going to turn into a nightmare.
Mitsuru heard the door open and slam shut. She saw who had opened it- an enormous figure clad in a tight pink leather bodysuit that looked like some sort of… bird? She couldn’t make it who it was, but did recognize one thing- the giant’s bow. “That’s… that’s Takeba’s bow!” she thought. As the figure turned, Mitsuru felt a pit in her stomach, an ever increasing feeling off terror and dread. The titanic figure was in fact her comrade, Yukari, but something was… off. Her eyes were a sickly glowing yellow, and she wore a cruel cheshire smile on her face. “This must be Takeba’s Shadow…!” Before Mitsuru could react, the titan began walking towards the bed, kneeling the top half of her body down on the bed, laying her chin on her hands, her eyes boring on the tiny Mitsuru like a predator to its prey.
“Good morning, my adorable little toy~!” Her voice was like Yukari’s, but it had a strange distortive quality. “How are you~?” The massive woman asked. Mitsuru, not wanting to upset the obviously superior being in this situation, stammered out a simple “Uhm… g-good…?” The massive Shadow simply laughed. “Oh really? Well, I don’t really care how you feel.” “What? B-but you were the one who asked!” “Yeah, but that was more of like, an icebreaker, you know? Like, why should I care about how my new toy feels?” “T-toy?” “Uhhhh, yeah? What, you thought I shrank you and brought you here to my room so I could let you go, did you? I just got bored and needed a new toy to play with, y’know?” “Wait… what happened to your previous ‘toy’?” “Oh, him? He couldn’t take the…” Yukari leaned in towards Mitsuru, accentuating her every move, her lips a mere foot from Mitsuru’s face, “pressure~”
Yukari then stood to her full gargantuan height. “Anyways, I’m bored as hell right now. Do you know what that means, my precious little plaything~?” Yukari asked, rather rhetorically. Mitsuru began to sweat, not realizing she had gulped. “Ah hahaha! That little gulp was perfect! Oh, you know EXACTLY what’s coming~” Yukari teased. “Is… is it-” “That’s right- playtime~!” She said, scooping the poor girl into her giant gloved gloved hand. One of the first things Mitsuru felt when she was enraptured in the leather of Yukari’s costume wasn’t actually the leather itself- it was the heat. Her hand was radiating heat- and it wasn’t even exposed. And all of it was coming from inside her costume. Mitsuru gulped once again, fearing that she might have to experience all that heat rather soon. “Awwww, look at you, you look like a little doll. So pwecioush. Why don’t you let your master give you a little kiss~?” Yukari puckered her lips, and smothered her toy with her smooth, pillowy lips. She poked her tongue out just a little bit, getting saliva on Mitsuru’s face. “Hehe, not bad~”
“Now, what to do first…” Yukari wondered, popping Mitsuru’s head out of her fist and tapping it with her thumb. “Phew… so hot in this suit… heyyy…” She looked down to the tiny in her hand, a large grin spreading across her face. She brought her open hand to her neck, bringing it forward, letting the heat air out, a thin cloud of steam rising outwards. “You know what I need, toy? What I really need~?” Yukari heaved a great sigh, hovering her toy above her massive cleavage. ‘A nice, thorough cleaning~” Yukari said, smothering Mitsuru in another massive kiss before plunging her toy into her cleavage headfirst. “Better get licking~, otherwise I might have to… relocate you somewhere far less savory.” she said, snapping her suit shut once again.
Mitsuru was drenched in the vicious heat and sweat Yukari was giving off. She wriggled and squirmed against the soft breast, but all the sweat that had accumulated just made her slip deeper and deeper. Yukari’s voice boomed through, all around her. “Um, what’re you doing? You’re supposed to be cleaning, not wriggling. Surely you know what that means right?” Outside, Yukari smushed her breasts together, rubbing one up and the other down, over and over, smothering her trapped toy even further. “
C’mon! Clean! Don’t tell me you can’t clean? Is it ‘cus you’re a rich girl, huh? Is that why? Think you’re too good to clean your master’s boobs? Fine, suit yourself. I’ve got a way better place to put you in that case.” She said, fishing Mitsuru out of her cleavage.
Yukari unzipped her suit lower, pulling it aside and exposing her underarm. The stubs of hair from shaving, rising steam, and positively dripping with sweat. “Since you’re so keen on not cleaning my boobs, here’s something even someone as worthless as you can do. You’re gonna get in there, and you’re gonna lick. You’re going to lick, and lick, and lick like your life depends on it. Then, when you think it’s all finally over, and that you can’t possibly lick anymore, I’ll put you in the other pit so you can do it all over again. If you do a good enough job, I might consider giving you a reward. But, screw it up, and you’re not going to see the light of day for a long, long time. Get the picture?” Yukari explained, swiftly shoving Mitsuru into her sweaty, rancid armpit, making sure she was adhered to its surface like a sticker. After ensuring Mitsuru wouldn’t be able to just wriggle herself away, Yukari sealed her suit back up, letting her shrunken pet get to work.
Mitsuru, meanwhile, was absolutely miserable. She struggled as hard as she could, but she couldn’t peel herself off Yukari’s skin. “For the first and final time- stop SQUIRMING,” Yukari pushed her against the pit more from the outside, rubbing her back and forth, up and down, “and start LICKING!” She then pushed her against the pit, over and over. “You know? Mlem, mlem, liiiick.” Yukari explained, as if she was training a pet. Mitsuru accepted the only choice she had. She slowly, but surely, stuck her tongue out. She took one lick of the soured skin and recoiled. She forced it down in one excruciating gulp. After it reached her stomach, she had to choke back the vomit. It was all so overwhelming. The stench, the taste, it was too much, far too much, but she tried to keep it down, tried as hard as her puny body could allow. But it wasn’t enough. And in an instant, Mitsuru puked.
Misuru began to panic with Yukari’s silence. After trying to calm her breath from the vomiting and dread, she tried to reassure herself; maybe Yukari hadn’t noticed? Those reassuring thoughts didn’t last long when Yukari’s voice blasted through like a bomb. “Did… did you just? No. No way. There is no way!” Yukari yelled. Her hand flew beneath her suit, wrapping Mitsuru in it and dragging her away. “I swear to god, if you actually puked in my armpit…” she menaced. She unzipped her suit to check. Her face contorted in a furious rage. She scowled at Mitsuru, who had turned pale through the fear shooting through her body like a bullet. “You little FUCKER! YOU THREW UP IN MY ARMPIT, YOU NASTY, DISGUSTING LITTLE FREAK! That is IT! I was going to be nice, but clearly my kindness goes unappreciated. So, guess what? I’ve got my yoga exercises in a couple minutes, and they last nearly four hours. Wanna know where you’re going to be for each and every second of those four hours?” she swerved her hand around to her butt, smacking it with her free hand. “You’re gonna spend it in HERE!”
Yukari pulled her pants back, revealing her smooth, perfect buttcheeks. “Good luck, twerp. Try not to die- getting the bodies out of my asscrack is so annoying. See ya.” She said, dropping her down into the deep canyon, snapping her pants shut. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, yoga… I know I had that book around here somewhere- oh! There we go~” Yukari bent down, which caused her cheeks to clench around Mitsuru. “Now, let’s see here, what’re some good poses to start off with… ‘the bow’, no… ‘the plank’, no… Aha! ‘Downward Dog’, perfect~.” Yukari squeezed her left butcheek, shaking it around a little. “You hear that, pet~? ‘Downward Dog’~... You know that move, right~?” Yukari teased. As she went to lay out the mat, Mitsuru began to sob, realizing that not only would she be tortured for the next 4 hours, but that she wasn’t even called a person anymore. She was a toy. A pet. She cried even more, knowing that she would most likely never escape this Shadow’s clutches.
As Yukari stepped onto the mat, she hummed to herself. “Get ready, pet; here we goooo~!” Yukari arched the front of her body down, keeping her ass high in the air. As she was being squeezed and crushed by Yukair’s clenched cheeks, Mitsuru had another epiphany; that she would remain as a belonging, a possession, a piece of property; a pet, to this cruel, uncaring copy of her friend, Yukari, forever. As soon as she thought that word, her crying stopped. Forever. That was all that repeated in her head. Forever. She would be Shadow Yukari’s forever.
Forever.
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Mitsuru awoke in a cold sweat. She looked around- her room- and it was normal sized! “Was that all just… just a nightmare?” Mitsuru wondered. She let out a small gasp, slowly opening her nightstand drawer, which contained various folded white panties. In one of them, she saw something squirming out, groaning “I’m up, I’m uuuup!” Mitsuru let out a sigh of relief; it was Yukari’s voice. “Good morning, Takeba. How did you sleep?” “Uh, fine. Why?” “Oh, no reason. Now, come, it’s time we had breakfast.” As the tiny Yukari ran out from Mitsuru’s panties and dashed onto Mitsuru’s open palm, Mitsuru gave a small smile.
Things were back to normal…
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