Good day, and welcome back to Jack’s Sack. Did you miss the last entry? You can read it here. Today we’re talking about nuttin’ all over anime girls again-but with something more. ‘Tis the season for extra stuffing, after all.
Big Boy
For a vast majority of my life I was a fucking giant.
Puberty hit me like a ten pound hammer on a tin nail at nine years old. Right up until high school, I was usually a foot taller or heavier than everyone I knew. There were advantages-I could pick any of my friends up. I could lift heavy shit with aplomb. No roller coaster could contain me. But the parts that sucked? They stuck with me a lot longer. I had the body of a grown ass man in a world made for children.
Because of this, I’ve always had an appreciation for size. Big can be better. Big can mean power. But small? Small is capable, crafting and strong in it’s own right. Regardless of what frame of body you have-appreciate it, love it, embrace it. It’s not always better on the other side, trust me.
It came as no surprise years later when I first heard about Macro x Micro stuff. For those that don’t know, Macro/Micro is size difference to the extreme. Think of Tinkerbell and Peter Pan as a rough SFW measuring stick. The pairing can be even more vast in difference, like a human compared to a dragon or mountain. Regardless, macro/micro stuff has a tremendous amount of overlap with other kinks. If your first assumptions were dom/sub or predator/prey, you’re not far from the mark. And yes, vore comes into play as well.
However, it’s not a kink I exactly got. Like, being aware of a kink by definition isn’t the same as understanding or participating in it. It was more something I experienced by osmosis of what I do. If you make porn by request? You’re eventually going to create something that doesn’t fall into your kinks. It happens.
However, that’s changed with the last two entries of this series.
I talked about how oddly satisfying it was to blast Urbosa with cum. I couldn’t put a word on why I enjoyed doing that. In earnest, I thought it was simply “this is different” and didn’t give it another thought. I’m a busy man! I got audio and shitposts to make, ya’ dig? But then I saw this on my doorstep, and.
Well.
Here we are.
I wouldn’t say that I enjoy macro/micro stuff to the degree I do others, like breeding. But I understand it on a fundamental level now. It makes sense, and it’s something I’ll gladly do again. A lot of this had to do with Pochaco herself though.
Cute Face, Chubby Waist
Super Pochaco and Super Sonico were kind-of my first exposure to “ecchi” materials. Which is funny, as they were literally created as mascots for a software company. Due to overwhelming popular reception, the two have more or less taken on a life of their own. They’ve been in anime and more, arguably surpassing any expectations their creator had for them. Being both happy-go-lucky and very light, I can see why they resonated so much with people. They’re cute, totally harmless mascots that are just cheeky enough to draw your eye.
Between the two though, I was always drawn far more to Pochaco. Maybe it was the smile, but if I’m being honest with myself? A vast majority of her art draws her with what I consider a realistic chubby body. She has rolls, a tummy, wide hips and a big bust. And gods, that ass. Pochaco, compared to others in the field, is far easier to transpose those not so Pure(™) thoughts onto because of the care taken to her proportions. Take note, artists.
Due to the popular reception of our last entry, there was vocal want for more nutting on statues. Pochaco came to mind right away, and I busied myself on amazon looking for a reasonable priced statue. Which is MUCH harder than you think. Likewise, it had to be small enough to be concealed. While a lot of you can be open about your degeneracy in the privacy of your own home, I literally have a sex suitcase I hide my shit in. What?! I never know when family is gonna stop by, okay?! I can’t just have a cavalclade of tiddy statues on the shelf next to my peanut butter.
I finally settled on this one, and added it to my list. I opted for blue because holy fuck, the white one was $20 more. Why?! Maybe because of white day in Japan, I don’t know. Twenty bucks of difference is too much for me to feel morally okay with asking people to purchase something I’m gonna blast with cum. It arrived at my door, and I opened the package as soon as I had a minute.
As with everything else dealing with her character, the box was a bright baby blue and simple. It had kanji on the back, with a picture of Pochaco and an outline of a bottle. It was then I realized her boobs were squished up, and why. The statue itself is designed for cute pics to be taken with and around drinks. This seems to be a fairly common theme with a lot of smaller statues. If there’s a community out there for this, it’s news to me.
The sculpt and paint job were actually great-and I was overjoyed to find they actually gave her ROLLS. But what caught my “attention” (meaning the twitching of my dick) was her open arms. The very arms that were supposed to wrap around a bottle were just perfect for-
I waited until after I’d worked out to spread a towel on my bathroom counter. I put Pochaco atop it, and took a few tasteful pics (save for that last one). To be totally honest, taking angle shots of her was really delightful. The faint understanding of macro/micro stuff I had grew as I tried to get the proper lighting and more. I wanted her to look good-and if I could get it close enough to look like a real person? All the better. I almost got carried away until my days-neglected cock reminded me what I was there for.
It protruded fucking obscene from the thin material of my boxers, demanding I finally do something with it. Who was I to say no? I pulled my waistband down, and smirked as it smacked massive against my stomach. When I glanced up and saw Pochaco sitting there?
It finally clicked. All that overlap with other kinks I have, all those times I felt my sheer size compared to someone else? Macro/micro suddenly made sense. I picked her up, and smacked my cock right between her arms. Pochaco barely could get her arms around me. While I won’t say it was the most ego affirming thing I’ve done with my dick, it certainly brought a smile to my face. I took some shots for my client-including a money shot.
But there was one problem.
When it came for me to cum, I almost overshot Pochaco by a fucking foot. Precum spurted from my tip and splattered the bathroom mirror. I gave a horrified Hank Hill-esque gasp and cursed, and tried to stop the thick flow spasming from my dick. I had pics to take, damn it! With slow, shuddering breaths I made it happen. I coated her utterly, snapped the shots and sent them on their way. The client seemed incredibly please.
Clean up was a snap. Warm water and dish soap had Pochaco smiling at me again in no time. Padding with a towel and given an air dry? Nobody would ever suspect the absolute horrors this poor thing had been through.
Big Man, Small World
Macro/Micro is something that, on an academic level, I got. But it wasn’t until I had the shadow of my dick overhanging Pochaco’s face that I understood. A lot of people treat dudes nutting on anime statues as some kind of shameful rabbit hole they get into on pornhub. I’m not here to discount that at all-we’re allowed to like what we like, and dislike things similarly. But I believe attitudes towards that (and by extension macro/micro stuff) are rooted in misunderstanding. People don’t get it because they’ve never given it a shot.
So this holiday season, I encourage you to get weird. Try something new. Maybe it’s not your thing, but maybe you’ll look on with horror as your mind wracks with an explanation for the cum stains on your mirror to your partner. Who knows? Sounds pretty exciting either way.
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