It was another busy day in the Maiko house, and Kiyo, as usual, found herself in the kitchen. Her culinary tools: spoons, bowls, and warming pans were spread out as she worked hard on creating a new dish for her best friend. Her gaze was full of determination, and she nodded to herself. First, she placed a neat plate of sushi on the dinner table. You never knew if Sumire would prefer something simple and classic after a long day.
“I need to do this for Sumire-chan. She’s putting in so much effort as a Maiko! I should do the same.”
With newfound strength, Kiyo grabbed one of the soaked spoons and stirred a large container filled with a strange glowing broth. SLORP… BLUB-BLUB-BLUB. The liquid shimmered faintly blue, the result of her newest secret experiment. She had crafted it using a rare mushroom she’d stumbled upon in the wilderness, its scent pleasant, with no sign of poison.
What could possibly go wrong?
To taste the new dish…
“Itadakimasu!”
Kiyo lifted a spoonful of the glowing broth and opened her mouth wide. With one swift motion, she swallowed the mysterious liquid. GURGLE… GLUP-GLUP… GULP. It was delicious. The mushroom’s tender texture and rich flavor blended perfectly. But within seconds, something began to change.From the entrance came the familiar, cheerful voice of her best friend.
“Kiyo-chan! I’m here!”
The door slid open with a KRAK-SHHHT, and light steps of wooden sandals echoed with a silly sound: PATA-PATA.
“Sumire! I prepared some food on the…”
But Kiyo wasn’t standing where she had been a moment ago.
“...Kiyo-chan?” Sumire’s brow furrowed as she looked around. Kiyo was not there!
What had happened was troubling. Just before Sumire entered, Kiyo’s body had begun to glow with a faint blue light. Her limbs pulled inward, her torso compressed, and her legs shortened. Her head dropped lower and lower. SQUELCH… SHRIIINK…
“ᵂ-ᵂʰᵃᵗ? ˢᵘᵐᶤʳᵉ… ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈ…"Her words shrilled into a high-pitched squeak before vanishing altogether. Kiyo was shrinking rapidly, her world ballooning outward as her own body dwindled away. One foot tall… then ten inches… smaller, smaller, until she was no taller than an ant.
RUMMMMBLE…
THUD…
THUD…
THUUUUUUUUM.
The floor quaked violently. Something massive was approaching, and the very air trembled with each step. Kiyo couldn’t even stand, the ground shuddered too much, forcing her down onto her rear.
LOOOOOOOMMMMM…
“KIIIIIIIYOOOOOOO—CHAAAAAAAN!”
The voice crashed down like thunder, echoing for what felt like minutes.
“WHERE… ARE… YOOOOOOU?”
A shadow engulfed her, stretching across the tatami like a an eclipse. From her minuscule perspective, Sumire was no longer just her friend. She was a towering monolit; less like a girl and more like a goddess of elegance and destruction. The pale beauty of her face was too high to see clearly; her chest alone loomed like a cliff wall, the folds of her kimono cascading downward like endless rivers of fabric.
Kiyo stared upward in awe and fear. The sight of Sumire’s tabi-covered feet alone filled her vision, each toe flexing with a presence larger than Kiyo’s entire body. FWOOMP… CREAAAAK. She tried to wave her tiny arms and leap in a cutely manner.
"ᴵ ᵃᵐ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ˢᵘᵐᶤʳᵉ-ᶜʰᵃᶰ!"
Her squeaks were thin, faint, no more than the chirp of a mouse. Completely lost in the air, they never reached her colossal friend’s ears.
WOOOOOOOOOSH…
Sumire’s leg lifted, her socked foot rising higher than the sky itself. To Kiyo, the movement was apocalyptic. The immense sole hovered above her like a falling meteor, ready to crash down and erase her from existence. Frantically, Kiyo turned and ran, her thin legs pumping as fast as they could carry her. Normally, she was quick, but now the floor stretched endlessly, each step gaining her almost no distance. She ran and ran, maybe fifty steps or more, yet still the looming shadow above swallowed her.
CRRRRACK…
The air split as Sumire’s enormous foot shifted, its weight pressing down on the tatami, making the floorboards groan.
THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP!
Where Kiyo had sprinted dozens of desperate strides, Sumire, with one casual step, reached her in an instant. The colossal foot slammed down, barely missing its mark. The ground beside Kiyo exploded with force. Close to render her into a dot of blood
THRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMM!
The impact sent a shockwave racing across the floor, shaking her tiny body like a leaf in a storm. The blast of displaced air hurled her upward, weightless. Shrunk and feather-light, Kiyo realized even the smallest flicker of Sumire’s movements could toss her about like dust in the wind. Her body shifted toward the table, her leg swinging gracefully in a wide arc. WHOOOOOSH! Kiyo, still tumbling downward, was struck midair by the rising curve of Sumire’s socked foot.
SMACK!
Her squeaks vanished against the thunder of fabric and flesh. The pressure of the tabi’s roof smacked against her back, catapulting her once more into the air. This time, her tiny form sailed toward the empty wooden chair at the dining table.THUMP! She landed hard against the seat, the wood jarring her battered body. For a moment, Kiyo thought she might finally catch her breath. But the reprieve didn’t last.
The chair shifted, and was dragged backward with a
SKREEEEEK
scrape.
From the sides, Kiyo watched in horror as enormous pale fingers curled into view, gripping the chair’s arms like a sea monster’s tentacles clutching a ship. With terrifying ease, Sumire pulled it back, clearing space near the table.
“ᴵ-ᴵ ᵏᶰᵉʷ ᵇᵘʸᶤᶰᵍ ᶜʰᵃᶤʳˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶤᵈᵉᵃ! ᴺᵒ, ᶰᵒ, ᶰᵒ”
The shadow returned, blotting out all light. Sumire loomed above the chair, an overwhelming monument of silk and beauty. The folds of her kimono looked like mountains, her legs like pillars that shook the earth with each casual step. Kiyo was nothing more than a ragdoll, trembling on the wooden seat as her titanic friend shifted into position. Then Sumire bent forward. Her kimono swayed like a falling curtain as her vast body lowered. And before Kiyo’s horrified eyes, the enormous swell of her best friend’s ass descended, silk fabric stretching wide, eclipsing the world as it slowly lowered toward the chair as if two moons were about to crush upon Kiyo’s land of wood.
FWOOOSH… CREAK… RUMMMMBLE.
Kiyo screamed, tears streaking her face, as she clawed at the trembling surface of the chair. The wooden ground shook beneath her hands, but no matter how desperately she scrambled, there was nowhere to run.
THARUUUUUUUMMMM!
The sound crashed through her ears as Sumire sat on her friend. Darkness swallowed everything. The soft scent of her kimono fabric mixed with the growing heat of her body, wrapping Kiyo in a suffocating prison. The massive weight pressed down, the silken rear sealing her in, and the crushing force made her ribs creak and bend.
“ᴹᴾᴴᴹᴹᴹ…”
“KKKKK—YYYYY… SSSAAAAAAANNNNNN!”
Then the titanic ass wobbled.
GRRRIND… SCRRRUNCH…
The monumental weight began to wiggle side to side, grinding against the chair and Kiyo. The tiny girl was dragged helplessly, the kimono’s damp fabric embraced her as her fragile body was battered and squeezed in every corner. She tried to push back the heavy mass of that ass, but her limbs might as well have been sticks as each attempt made the rear more hostile. Every ounce of pressure manhandled her, wringing the air from her lungs. The sweat, the heat, the suffocating weight, it was all too much. Her inwards were soon to be squashed.
“Aaaaaah!”
A sigh escaped Sumire, soft but booming to Kiyo’s ears. WHOOOSH. The titaness fully relaxed onto the seat. This motion made Kiyo's head mumble a deadly crack, it was unbearable; she thought for sure her body would snap if her friend leaned down even a little more. The sensation was like being caught in a millstone, her frame dragged upward as if ground to pieces due to the ass making itself more comfortable.
But then, suddenly, light burst through the cracks. The weight lifted.
WHOOMP.
Sumire was standing again. Kiyo gasped, though her limbs felt glued to the damp kimono fabric, her bruised body stuck fast to the folds of cloth.
Sumire turned casually, calling out once more for her missing friend. That simple twist of her hips became a sharp shove in the air, making Kiyo hurl her tiny body free from the towering girl’s rear, and fly helplessly onward, spinning, until she landed with a PLOP right in the middle of the plate of sushi she had dearly prepared for her friend. The landing was far kinder than the chair. The sushi beneath her was soft, almost cushion-like, and for a moment it even gave Kiyo a sense of high ground to stand upon. From here, she could see her friend clearly. Sumire looked breathtaking, her flawless face now framed with a hint of sadness. She had wanted to share this dish with Kiyo.
But instead… Kiyo was about to become the dish.
THUUUUMP.
Sumire sat again, the quake rattling the table. The plate shuddered violently, and the neatly arranged sushi pieces wobbled like jelly. Each mound of rice and fish loomed around Kiyo like giant boulders, a forest of food in which she was trapped, pushing her deeper into some wave of rice. Then came the sound...
CLICK… CLICK…
The sharp press of wood against wood. A shadow stretched over her world, thin yet impossibly vast. It was Sumire’s hand holding two Chopsticks, and above, her colossal friend’s face tilted forward, lips glistening with red lipstick. Then, with a slight parting, the monstrous sight of her tongue slid into view, pink and slick, like a living hungry mountain.
SSSSLLLRRK.
It moved slowly across her lips, dragging with a wet sound, leaving behind trails of saliva that shimmered like falling rocks. One drop splattered just beside Kiyo.
SPLAT!
Then the chopsticks began to descend. To Kiyo, they were no longer utensils. They were titanic spears, descending with unstoppable force, ready to impale the world she stood on.
“ITADAKIMASU~…”
The word boomed like a sentence of execution, echoing through the air. Kiyo could only watch powerless with a deep gurgling sound that roared from the center of Sumire’s torso, on her stomach-level:
GRuruRUURUB-GWrurURUAAruURUrRrrl~!
ᴼʰ ᶰᵒ