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Manly Kid - Or ‘When the Right Size Matters’ (Xover, Shota!SI)

Sometimes, size sure matters when it comes to mattering in crazy worlds like this one.

And I would say that I had the right one and… that it isn’t height. In a world where depravity persists through secrecy or through outright usage of magicks, I was someone that was meant to ‘suffer’ it all. Chosen by a cruel god, but granted the tools to make my ‘penance’ longer.

…

In truth, the items I was given, which couldn’t be taken back, made my life hella easier. Yet, let’s stop for a moment as I think I have gone through a digression right in my proper introduction.

My name is J. That’s all. A single letter. Why a letter? Well, people tend to get hyperfocused on names when it comes to claiming revenge on others, and… I have a few people after my ass across dimensions despite the fact I had been reduced as a perma-shota due to the cruel deity behind this situation.

Oh right, before I forget- my current penance is to go through numerous dimensions and survive the circumstances I am put through. I don’t necessarily go through lengthy journeys, rather I get caught in a big situation, I solve it and I can go back home.

A small flat with endless food, warm water and a nice bed to rest upon. That was my life. And it had been the same for a year. People could go crazy with less, especially if they had a life online but… I managed. After realizing and accepting that I couldn’t escape this ‘simulation’.

I tried a few times, and it all ended up with me shifting back home after running out of the generic town through all available means. And I mean all available means. I learned magic, but it didn’t work. I learned necromancy in an effort to kill myself and then project my soul through my original dimension’s afterlife but that didn’t work as well. Dimensional projection, the destruction of the facsimile planet that worked as the anchor for my adventure.

I slowly felt my morality chip away the more desperate I got about leaving but…

I kind of gave up on it.

It didn’t matter how much I tried, good or bad I would end up getting nothing in return. I wouldn’t even get much of a punishment if I did something bad or failed through the ‘test’, so I wasn’t exactly worrying much on what to do beyond staying put and letting stuff happen.

Time passed, boredom settled in and common sense…

Kind of took a break.

The first moment things took a rather curious turn was when I was facing a foe I had already fought before. Blackfire was such a classic ‘hottie’ of the evil kind from cartoons, such an unredeemable character at that. In a twist of depravity, she tended to target little kids.

And I ended up being her prey for a while. I managed to defeat her once but… that was early on during my adventure. At this very point, the difference between her and I was…

Immense.

“So, you are the yummy little student that-” Those tits, that smug look, that sheer air of dominance. I was deeply amused when all of that came to a pure pause when I whipped my dick out and swiftly slapped her across the cheek with it.

Many would call it a suicide, but I was past the point of caring what kind of retaliation could come at me. We were in a school, the lessons were over, it was just the two of us, and I knew her weak spot.

Her anger hid just briefly her intrigue at the feeling of being cock-slapped. She gritted her teeth, ready to say something but-

Slap! SLAP!

I cock-slapped her two more times, each strike carrying even greater might. She fell on her knees, finally glancing at the mighty tool responsible for what had hit her. I may have been reduced in general size, but my dick had remained unchanged, making it meaner and harder compared to how it would usually look.

The shotacon gulped nervously at the sight of the cock now standing over her nose, pressing against her, making her mouth water and her eyes unfocus at the idea of getting bred by that thing.

I wouldn’t usually do this- but I was a starving man. One that didn’t get any chance to wank or fuck anything or anyone. Yes, I was able to do it once a month, but I didn’t subscribe for NNN all-year-long! And right now, this bitch was begging for it- she wanted cock, but she wasn’t going to devour it. I was going to fucking impregnate her silly!

Her lips parted way with ease, a face-fuck ensued as I finally found release after that lengthy year of suffering. I thrusted hard and fast, uncaring of how she was reacting to all of this as I knew her alien biology- she was tough enough to handle it.

And while she definitely was fine physically, her dizzy look, her tear-stricken look and her drooling lips were clear signs that my cock had just utterly decimated her. But I wasn’t done just yet.

“Undress.”

A calm order, one that was fair for someone that was in charge of things. She was defiant, albeit for a moment, as she just pulled me to the nearby desolate classroom. Gone were her clothes as her slutty body was now on display. This wasn’t the cartoon’s version of Blackfire. She was thicker in all the right places.

“Y-You may think that you are in charge of me, but I am the true Princess of- GUH~!”

Blackfire was blissfully unaware of how much sex-hungry I was until I proceeded to fuck her standing. Her head bounced back, tongue out and eyes crossed for just a moment. Then I started to pound her with as much strength my little hips could conjure- which was much considering how much powerful I truly was.

I trained my body, hardened it and sharpened its physical peak through magical training. In a year, I was atop the food chain when it comes to ‘most’ stuff I was aware about. And right now, Blackfire was just that. Weaker than me, easy to control, to fuck, to breed, to conquer.

I felt my balls prepping up a big load as I proceeded to seed this sow’s womb full. She was not going to remain without child through this. I wasn’t going to let her with the quick hyper-fertility spell I casted to seal the deal.

But as the energy all drained in that mighty cumshot, and I saw Blackfire’s belly swell and inflate a bit, I was surprised when I was shifted back onto my bed… with an unconscious Blackfire now trying to catch her breath beside me.

A collar around her neck, with it written ‘This Slut is Property of: J’. I was confused, utterly so, even more when I tried to understand what had just happened. Then, it clicked with me.

What if my goal was not to ‘solve’ the situation, but to claim those women? What if I wasn’t to fight them, but conquer them as mine?

As I finished thinking that, a small piece of paper landed on my lap. I looked at the words written on it, and I felt the confusion morph into utter anger.

Congrats, you finally got it!

…

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

And as I malded over what this entailed, I failed to realize that in her semi-conscious whispering, Blackfire was now calling me…

Master.

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AN

The manly kid goes forth!