Deku and the Shrink Belt - Inko's Anger (MHA Gts) by idunnow, literature
Literature
Deku and the Shrink Belt - Inko's Anger (MHA Gts)
Izuku had been in his mother's flats all day today, ever since breakfast. At first it had gone the same as the past few days; he lay inside, serving as her insole when she was walking or standing, and rubbing her heavy foot when she was sitting still. He had come to enjoy it very much, and for that matter, so had Inko. Mother and son hadn't been this close to each other in years, not since he was in elementary school. Inko loved feeling her tiny son squished underfoot or gently rubbing her tired soles, and Izuku loved being engulfed in the flesh of her big, meaty sole and knowing that it was his mother's. It was all very relaxing, in a strange way, but it became much less so on this afternoon afternoon. Inko had been out shopping when she met some women she used to know in high school. She greeted them amicably, and introduced herself when they didn't recognize her, but after they heard her name, the women started mocking her. “You're Inko, really? We almost didn't recognize you with
Your Life As A Neera Chp 18 by PlayfulDeity, literature
Literature
Your Life As A Neera Chp 18
Natalie sat as still as a statue for about a minute, staring at this ‘Mr Rooth’ character before her. All while cuddling you into her tummy. “You’re kidding… right?”
Mr Rooth shook his head, “Nope…” he replied with a wicked smile. “You and your friends made it out of the cell in record time, congratulations”
“So… that was like… initiation?”
“This isn’t a frat house!” Mr Rooth laughed “It was a test and you passed, you should be happy with yourself” Mr Rooth sighed, he felt Natalie didn’t really understand what th
Tiny Train Trouble Ch2- Meeting Alice by justsomedongus, literature
Literature
Tiny Train Trouble Ch2- Meeting Alice
Sofia reclaims her arm from the grasp of her young sister’s gloved hands, and instructs her to ‘keep an eye on that mountain of luggage she’s brought with her’ - and steps through the hurrying crowd towards the young girl. She weaves through the throng of bodies with some degree of difficulty- it was quite easy to see how a young girl might get separated from her family in a busy station like this. With a huff, she shoots a rude glance back at one particularly brusque shove, but decides she has better things to do than start trouble, walking up to the young girl. “Excuse me - “ she says, leaning down a little bit to be closer to eye-level with the young lass. “Are you lost?” She asks, watching as the girl clutches the well-loved ragdoll to her chest protectively. She nods, her mouth shut tight. Sofia was able to get a closer look at her now - her clothes looked well-worn, patches on the knees of her stockings and the hem of her skirt plain and beginning to unravel. It looked like she