The Big-Dicked Shota - Chapter 1
Shota, a preteen boy stumbling straight into the chaos of puberty with a sex drive that far outpaced his common sense, had just been slammed by his first wet dream.
After furiously jerking off more times than he could count and passing out from exhaustion, he woke up in the last place he’d ever expect—a deep, unfamiliar forest.
“What the…? Where… Where am I…?”
Towering trees loomed all around him like prison bars, their tangled branches clawing at the sky. Sharp, eerie bird cries echoed through the canopy, sending shivers down his spine.
Still dressed in nothing but his thin pajamas, Shota dropped to the ground in shock, his mind struggling to process what was happening. The cold dirt under his palms barely grounded him before grotesque, monstrous figures emerged from the shadows of the forest.
—Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
They looked like wolves, but massive, upright, their twisted bodies packed with muscle. Jaws split open to reveal rows of jagged fangs, claws gleaming wickedly in the dim light. Their bloodshot, glowing red eyes locked onto him, murderous intent pouring from their gaze.
“Wha—AAAHHHH!”
His legs refused to move. All he could do was scramble backward, terror gripping his entire body. Warmth soaked his pants, the humiliating evidence of his fear spreading down his legs—not that he even cared.
The beasts were enormous, their hulking frames easily towering over him. One raised a thick, fur-covered arm, claws ready to tear him apart.
“What… What are those things…?!”
His brain screamed at his legs to run, and somehow, they obeyed. He bolted, crashing through the undergrowth like his life depended on it—because it did.
Never in his life had he run like this, his heart thundering in his chest, his breath sharp and ragged.
But the monsters weren’t slow. Their growls closed in fast, getting louder with each second.
The only thing keeping him ahead was the dense, tangled mess of branches and undergrowth. His small body squeezed through gaps the beasts couldn’t, forcing them to claw and smash their way through the trees.
It bought him precious seconds. But it wouldn’t last.
The rank, hot breath of the monsters curled at the back of his neck.
Just as one of those massive claws was about to slash him apart, a voice rang out through the clearing.
“Winds, tear them apart!”
A violent gust exploded through the trees. The air twisted like blades, slicing through everything in its path.
Branches cracked, leaves scattered, and flesh and fur flew in all directions. In seconds, the monstrous wolves collapsed to the forest floor, lifeless heaps of blood and muscle.
“I… I’m alive…?”
Shaking, barely able to breathe, Shota turned toward the source of the voice.
Standing there was a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of a forbidden dream.
Long, silky black hair cascaded down her back, and a wide-brimmed witch’s hat tilted over her head. Pale skin as smooth as porcelain, hypnotic crimson eyes glinting with dangerous allure.
And her body—good grief. Her chest was ridiculous. Giant, gravity-defying breasts pushed high by a skimpy, cleavage-baring dress. One wrong move and they’d come spilling out like an avalanche.
Her waist was impossibly slim, her hips wide and perfectly curved, as if her entire figure had been drawn by some perverted artist.
The deep slit in her dress climbed all the way up her thigh, exposing smooth, shapely legs wrapped in garter stockings.
“Good grief. You’re lucky this onee-san happened to be nearby.”
“Ah… Uh… Y-Yeah…”
The impossible, sexy witch stared him down, arms crossed under her massive chest.
“And you don’t even have a weapon. What were you thinking, wandering into this place? That’s not brave, that’s plain suicidal.”
She let out another heavy sigh, resting one hand on her hip, making her ridiculous breasts bounce slightly with the motion.
“At least you’re not hurt. That’s good. But don’t think I’m letting this slide. You better learn your lesson.”
“I… I’m really sorry…”
“Good boy.”
She leaned in with a playful smirk, the valley of her cleavage pushing closer, the heavy swell of her breasts pressing together.
“Whoa…”
Shota’s eyes were glued to the soft, wobbling mass of flesh mere inches from his face. Not long ago, he’d been frozen in fear. Now, all he could think about was burying his face in that warm, pillowy heaven.
His body betrayed him in the worst way.
The fear that had shriveled his dick moments ago was gone. In its place, his pants bulged high, the outline painfully obvious.
“Hmm…?”
The sultry woman noticed right away. It was impossible not to.
“Oh my… I thought you wet yourself, but look at that. Seems like you’ve bounced back in more ways than one.”
“Ugh… Nghhhh…”
Shota wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
The witch pointed it out with a teasing grin, and Shota’s face flushed bright red.
But his raging lust wasn’t backing down. His cock twitched pathetically, precum already soaking through his underwear and leaving a dark, shameful stain on his pants. It stood out completely differently from when he wet himself earlier.
“For someone with such a small frame, you’ve got quite the surprise hidden down there.”
“P-Please… don’t say weird stuff like that…”
“Hehe, sorry~♥”
She offered the apology with her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her crimson eyes locked onto the swollen, throbbing tent in his pants. She stared without shame, practically undressing him with her gaze.
One can tell he’s that hard even through the fabric… How big is it really…? I’m dying to know now…♥
“Your pants are a mess. You’ll have to wash them.”
“Huh? Uh… o-okay…”
Her voice stayed casual, hiding every ounce of the indecent curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Shota, too flustered to even process her sudden topic change, nodded helplessly.
“Perfect. I’ll take you somewhere safe too.”
“Th-Thank you…”
“Alright, let’s go. Can you stand?”
Shota awkwardly tried to hide the massive bulge with both hands, but no matter how he positioned himself, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Giving up, he hesitantly tried to stand.
His legs wobbled uselessly. The fear from earlier hadn’t left him, leaving them weak and shaky.
He stumbled, collapsing onto the ground like a newborn fawn. The woman just chuckled softly at the hopeless sight.
“Haha… You can’t even stand, but that thing’s standing proud as ever. You’re a funny kid.”
“Ngh…”
Hearing her casually call it out made his ears burn even hotter. His body betrayed him in every way possible.
The busty woman extended her slender hand to him.
The moment their hands touched, she effortlessly lifted him onto her back.
“Ah, wahh! H-Hey, wait—”
“Don’t squirm so much. You’re heavy enough already.”
“B-But…”
She adjusted him with ease and started walking. Despite her delicate figure, she carried Shota, whose head nearly reached her shoulder, like it was nothing.
“You couldn’t even stand. No arguments. Just behave and let me carry you.”
“O-Okay…”
“Good boy… And honestly, it’s… really big…”
Her last words were quiet, muttered under her breath so Shota couldn’t catch them.
His erection, stubbornly pushing his pants high, now pressed firmly against her back, the hardness easily felt through the thin fabric.
The more he told himself not to think about it, the more impossible it became.
Shota’s head buzzed with panic and embarrassment as he clung helplessly to her soft, warm body.
The subtle scent of her skin mixed with sweat.
The warmth of her back beneath him.
The unmistakable softness that only came from a woman’s body.
And her breath—hot, gentle, brushing against his ear.
For a boy freshly drowning in puberty, it was way too much.
Blushing furiously, Shota held on tightly as they walked through the forest, the air awkward and heavy between them, neither saying a word—but both painfully aware of each other.
