Emiru's Tummy Ch1 - Meeting Your Idol

Title: Emiru's Tummy

Categories: Original

Characters: You (Male Reader), Emiru

Tags: Shrinking (Micro - 1in), Giantess, Vore, Femdom, Mouth Play, Digestion, Tentacles, Asian-German Girl, Cruel Giantess, Cosplay, Belly Dance, Melting, Mind Breaking

Proof Reader: MyIceBitch

Alternate Titles: Emiru's Snack, Emiru's Special Little Fan, The Contest Winner, Goddess Emiru, Yummy in Emiru's Tummy

Started: 03/06/2024

Finished: 07/07/2024

Patreon: 07/08/2024

Published: 07/08/2024

Chapter 1

Meeting Your Idol

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood in front of the white door. After following her journey behind a computer screen for years, you were finally about to meet her.

You couldn't believe it when you got the automated email a week ago. Emiru had set up a little lottery for a chance to win an entire day with her. All you had to do was like and comment on the video. You just did it. You didn't even think you might win; you just liked her content and always commented on her videos. But one morning, you checked your email while trying to wake up, and there it was.

Congratulations! You are lucky commenter number 030198! You have the opportunity to spend an entire day with your favourite cosplaying YouTuber, Emiru!

It was a dream come true. You had actually won. Against all the odds. And now here you were, mere seconds from meeting your crush. Your heart trembled in your chest. You couldn't even muster the will to lift your fist to knock on the door on the off chance that this was some big mistake or a prank and you weren't really about to meet your idol.

It was just too good to be true.

'It's okay; don't be silly,' you mentally told yourself, slipping your hand into your pant pocket and taking out your phone. Swiping the screen up, you pulled up the email for perhaps the dozenth time that day. You were at the right location, at the right time, and the date was correct. But still, doubt lingered in your mind. It was just too good to be true.

Click

You nearly leapt out of your skin as the door clicked and began to open.

What would you say? What if it was the wrong house? What if the date was wrong? What if it was a prank?! What if it isn't?! What if you made a fool of yourself?! What if she thought you were a pervert!?

The door opened.

A brilliant, pearly white smile greeted you.

She was even cuter in person than in her videos! Her soft oriental cheeks stretched with the most adorable smile you'd ever seen. She was shorter in real life, so petite and cuuuuute. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassed warmth when you noticed what she was wearing: a low-cut white shirt with an adorable bunny over a strawberry-shaped heart over her petite breasts that showed off her flat, toned tummy and a pair of short denim shorts. Her legs looked so smooth and soft, just like her tummy.

You swallowed dryly when you saw her smooth, flat tummy. She was even more beautiful in person like a short, little oriental goddess made flesh.

Even her little nose was cute!

Nervous embarrassment trickled through your body as you felt the familiar sensations of your cock hardening in your pants. She was so close. Just inches from you, you could reach out and touch her. No, that would be bad and ... creepy. Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy. Don't be creepy.

Do. Not. Be. A. Creep.

Do. Not. Fuck. Up.

Emiru opened the door wide, fully stepping out into the front yard. She was so small, so cute; she probably weighed next to nothing, and there was no doubt in your mind that you could pick her up in your arms and hold her close.

"You must be my lucky fan," Emiru said. Her voice was so light and cheery that it made your knees melt.

Your voice caught in your throat. She was talking to you!

Forcing your throat to work, you swallowed hard.

"I ... err, yeah ... I just can't believe it's you..." you gushed, 'Oh god, you sound like an idiot!'

"Aww, aren't you sweet," Emiru said without missing a beat, her smile never faltering even as you weeb out over her - and yet somehow that made you feel even more freakish about how you acted. She was so at ease, and here you were, a complete mess.

You were such an idiot.

You pinched your lips together, not daring to take the risk of saying something else stupid and ending up digging yourself an even deeper hole.

Emiru stepped to the side, fully opening the door and giving you the first look at your idol's dwelling. Even from the outside, it was clearly very homey and lived in, but not untidy; it just had ... life to it.

"Come on, you can say hello to my lovely fans," Emiru said cheerfully, turning to lead the way inside before your throat could even flex to try to say something else stupid in a poor disguise of a request for information. But still, you couldn't stop your eyes from dropping to sneak a peek of her ass in those tight denim shorts as she walked. It shook lightly with every step she took as though it were whispering at you to give it a feel with every subtle shift of her bubble cheeks. Your pants were getting very tight as your rapidly hardening cock strained for release.

'Please don't notice, please don't...' you mentally pray as you follow the cosplayer inside; your legs felt awkward the second you were inside, overly stiff and shaking as though you'd never actually used them before.

Why did you have to be so nervous? You were just meeting your idol, right? She's a person like everyone else, just like everyone else, even if she is cute, bubbly, sexy and ... no, no, that is not a good train to follow. You needed your bulge to go down, not try to bust its way out.

Then, the smell entered your nostrils. Her home smelled just like you always imagined, so soft and feminine, so welcoming and warm. What would her bedroom smell like? No, don't go there, do not go there.

Emiru led you through her home. It was very cosy. Every room was clean yet lived in. You could tell she was very mature and put together and that she took pride in her living space. It didn't even look like she'd cleaned specially for your arrival; it was just that it was usually like this.

You followed her closely, but not too closely, making your steps awkwardly long or short as you tried not to get too close and creep her out or trail too far behind and draw more attention to yourself. Why was this so difficult?

Then she started climbing up a set of stairs, and you found yourself at eye level with her cute, little bubble butt, tightly packed in its denim bodice. Emiru peeked over her shoulder, and you felt your cheeks burn red as you quickly - and very obviously - looked away from her butt.

'She's going to think you're a creep!' a voice scolded you in your head, even though you knew it was an accident - this time. But still...

"Just in here," Emiru said, and when you looked back, you were surprised to see she was already at the top of the stairs, standing to the left as though she were about to go into a room. Maybe it was her study or something? Like an office? Maybe.

You rounded the top of the stairs, following your idol through a narrow doorway into a room you had seen several times in Emiru's streams. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you took in the sexy furry posters on the wall, the mountain of soft, pink plushies, and the homely, obviously slept-in bed.

You were in her bedroom!

Your thoughts ground to a halt as your brain all but short-circuited. You couldn't think of anything as you tried to process the simple fact that you were in Emiru's bedroom. Just you and her. Alone. In her bedroom.

Emiru was leaning over her desk, looking over three large monitors. Her lowcut white top rode further up her back, making it very difficult not to stare at her cute little butt again.

"And I'm back, guys. Did you miss me?" Emiru all but yelled cheerfully at the camera she must have set up before she let you in. The chat in the bottom right of the screen rolled with dozens of replies, but your brain wouldn't work enough to even process the shapes of the words - or the emoticons.

'Don't look at her butt. Don't look at her butt. You're on camera. In her bedroom! Don't look at her butt.'

Even your own thoughts felt hollow, as if the words lacked meaning. A near emotionless mantra. It was all you could do to just stand in the middle of her bedroom awkwardly.

Emiru's arm swung back suddenly, gesturing at you. A hot ball formed in your throat.

"And heeeere is our lucky contest winner!" Emiru cheered. Her voice was so upbeat and full of life. The chat picked up its speed again, and line upon line of comments streamed up the side of the screen, dozens of emojis winking at the cute oriental streamer.

Your legs began to shake nervously, and your mouth opened on its own, but no sound would appear, whether you wanted it to or not. In the end, all you could do was raise a hand and weakly wave at the camera, watching your blurry reflection on the monitor follow suit.

"Aww isn't he cute? Anyway, I'll be signing off for now, guys, but don't be sad. I'll be back tomorrow! But for now, it's time for my guest and me to start hanging out. He did win a full day with little ol' me, after all!" and with that final declaration, Emiru ended her stream, her shoulders visibly drooping as she relaxed her posture and let out a calming breath.

She'd called you cute!

Or maybe she only said it because you were so awkward and camera-shy...

You found yourself looking in the general direction of her bed as thoughts of self-doubt circled your mind, with the fears of making your idol think you were some low-life disgusting creep.

'Don't look at her bed. Don't look at her bed.' You internally screamed at yourself as Emiru looked over her shoulder at you and started to turn. She was so cuuute!

"So, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked, turning to face you fully and resting back on her desk. She looked somehow even cuter acting casual like that.

"Err s-soda or waters fine," you answer, feeling like your cheeks would be set ablaze at any moment.

"Okay, make yourself comfortable, cutie," Emiru said. You were certain your heart skipped a beat. She proceeded to casually saunter past you and out of her room, closing the door behind her.

She had said you were cute!

You felt your bulge twitch insistently against your pants and swallowed dryly.

'She's just been friendly, don't be a creep and overthink,' you chastised yourself as you looked around the room. It was too awkward to stay standing and the only seating was the swivel chair in front of Emiru's desk, the floor, or her bed.

You swallowed again before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. It would be way too weird to sit on the floor, and it felt kind of ... wrong to sit in her streaming chair. You sunk into the sheets, her bed was so soft, like a giant marshmallow.

Your heart was pounding a mile a minute.

It was hard not to think about being on Emiru's bed. Where she slept and where she...

Creeeak

You visibly jolted atop the bed, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as Emiru stepped back into the room, holding two glasses.

"Two sodas," Emiru said, smiling warmly as she handed you one of the beverages. Your hand lightly shook as you took it, and you found yourself taking an immediate sip in an attempt to ignore the awkwardness of your obvious nerves at meeting your idol--and being in her bedroom, on her bed.

The adorable streamer sat atop her desk chair and swivelled to face you. Your face felt so hot that you found yourself looking away, but that only made you feel more embarrassed. With some effort, you forced yourself to look back at her. Her blue eyes were so bright and deep. You looked down and were reminded of how much her outfit showed off as you eyed her sexy, flat tummy.

Again you forced your eyes to move and settled for alternating between Emiru's left cheek and the space above her right shoulder.

Emiru led you through some small talk. It was obvious that she could tell you were anxious and wanted to help - which only made you feel more awkward and freakish. You were just talking about nothing, and you were all but trembling on her bed.

It didn't take long for your drink to empty with the numerous sips you took.

A feeling of light-headedness rapidly took over you, an explosion of dizzying fatigue clasped the front of your mind, and before you even realised it, you were falling back onto Emiru's bed, unconscious.

Emiru smiled as she watched you fall back onto her bed. Her little concoction had worked faster than expected, probably because you were so nervous. Your heart beating so fast must have spread the potion faster.

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, as she sipped her soda and watched you visibly shrink into your clothes. The clothing became loose-fitting, then baggy, as your arms retracted into your shirt, and your socks dropped limply to the floor. Your pant legs deflated as you got smaller and smaller.

"Smaller and smaller, cuter and cuter," Emiru giggled as you disappeared into your shirt, your pants only remaining on the bed through the placement of your waistband.

Emiru hummed as she wheeled closer to the bed, kicking your socks out of the way with her bare foot. She slid her hand into the bottom of your shirt. It took a moment of blind searching before she felt your tiny, warm lump of a body, and she carefully closed her fist around you. She didn't want to squish you by accident. After all, she still had promised you a full day with her, and she was planning to give you a very full one. She fished you out of the shirt and held you close to her chest as she turned back to her desk and wheeled over.

Slowly and overly carefully, Emiru moved her closed fist to her desk and placed your tiny form atop it. Her adorable smile grew as she withdrew her hand and stared down at your bug-sized form. You were now no more than one inch in height and as naked as the day you were born, sleeping soundly on her desk. However, even at your puny size, she could easily see the tiny pinprick sticking out of your pelvis.

She really had got you all hot and bothered; Emiru fought the urge to poke your widdle erection. It would be so much more fun to play with you when you woke up.

Emiru then set about setting up her recording equipment and making sure everything was ready for when her snack-sized fan woke up for her - and that she'd keep herself busy before she ended up giving into temptation and gobbling you up early, her hunger and curiosity working hand in hand, making you look like a little exotic white chocolate waiting to be tossed into her waiting mouth.