Dream Anime Harem
Another lonely night spent in your room watching tv shows. You didn’t have much social aptitude, so sometimes you felt like these fictional characters were the closest things you would ever get to friends. At the moment you were watching one of your favorite Anime about a high school guy who had tons of girls constantly fighting over him. As you went to bed that night, you wished you could be like him, constantly surrounded by beautiful girls and living a seemingly carefree life. Unaware that your wish would be granted literally in a most unexpected and undesired way.
When you woke up in the morning you were surprised that
everything around you had lost definition and realism. Everything looked drawn
and animated, like a cartoon! You gasped in an ominously high-pitched voice as
you felt a smooth and soft hand brush up against your equally smooth and soft
skin. Sitting up with a start, body jiggling in all the wrong places, longer
than usual brown hair waving around your face, you found yourself on a large
bed, with multiple women strewn about, sleeping haphazardly, all of them looking
like anime characters. With the commotion you just caused they started moving
around, a short pink haired one whining about the noise, a tall blonde with
large breasts sitting up as well and slowly stretching, a tiny green haired one
jumping up and standing right away with an energetic bounce, stretching
vigorously. You looked around, confused, trying to make sense of this when your
eyes fell to your own pair of large breasts, signifying you were definitely an
anime girl as well.
“Oh god what is going on! I’m not supposed to be here!”
A cute brunette with short hair who was still laying down
next to you, but with her eyes wide open spoke up.
“I know right! Who could have believed he would choose us…
choose me to live with him! This is so amazing!”
Him? Who is him? Then the pieces started falling into place,
with you recollecting your wish from last night… Oh no… This is definitely not
what you meant! You wanted to be the male protagonist who had girls running
after him, not be one of those girls! If fact you didn’t even really wish for
this at all, it was just an errand thought! You had to figure out a way out of
this. But as soon as you got up from the bed, you heard the large doors to the
room creak open. Around you squeals of excitement rose up as all the other
girls that were still in bed scrambled up to their feet to greet their adored
master. Turning around to see what he looked like, your eyes met his, and you
felt your knees weaken with lust and desire. He was absolutely gorgeous!
Everything you could wish for in a man. But wait… you weren’t even into guys!
That didn’t seem to matter anymore as the sight of him made you unable to
desire anything else than be with him, have his love, his care, his attention. Desires
of escaping back to your life, or even of just getting a male body back
vanished in an instant, instead replaced by thoughts of how you can possibly
please this wonderful god of a man, and maybe even one day be his favorite
girl.
“Girls! Assume your positions!”
Somehow you instinctively knew what to do, as you and all
the girls lined up in front of him, turned around, bent over and lowered your
panties, looking back at him with eyes burning with a mix of lust, need and
hope, hope that he would choose you first. You were in the middle of the six
other girls, praying that you would be the first chosen and that he would quench
that burning fire in between your legs, marking you as his current favorite.
You had largest ass of all the girls, that had to count for something right? He
walked along row of raised asses and exposed pussies, dragging a finger along
each cheek, making the girls whimper in desperate desire to be filled one by
one, your own moan rising up uncontrollably as his electrifying touch grazed
your large ass. You would be his favourite girl, you vowed to yourself, if not
today then one day. And if not, then you would live off whatever attention he
would spare for you. Forever.
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