The Three Fates of Shinji Ikari

Chapter 2
Choice 1

Chapter Description: What happens if Shinji puts away Misato's laundry first?

=Choice 1=

Though her amount clothing was less than Asuka’s, Misato Katsuragi had the most diverse load of attire in the household. From thongs to sexy blouses, the adult of the apartment certainly had an impressive wardrobe. As Shinji made his way to his guardian’s room while carrying her folded clothes, he was greeted by the room’s rank stench of empty beer cans and the unwashed clothes he hadn’t grabbed yet.

“Life of the damned...” the Third Child sighed as he put away his would-be matriarch’s clothes in her drawers and her closet. Despite knowing where every piece of laundry went, and despite him being a hormonally-crazed teen boy, Shinji had never done anything ?pervy’ with Misato’s clothes. But, that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious about certain things involving the discarded undies and such.

“Hrm...” he found himself blushing as he picked up a pair of unwashed lace panties, shakily bringing the pair up to his face. With a gulp, Shinji brought the garment to his nose and took a big whiff. “Unnngh...” he shuddered at the delightful scent of his parental figure’s most private place. “Briney...And yet...” the now aroused teen unzipped his shorts to give his rising member some fresh air. “And yet...Sweet...” He took another smell, his body quivering in anxiousness and ecstasy.

Grabbing his pubescent manhood, Shinji began to stroke its meager length with a slow but vigorous pace as he breathed in the intoxicating fumes of Misato’s used underwear.

“Misato...” he cooed as he imagined his caretaker in the buff, her arms opened to receive him in glorious union. “Oh, Misato...” he cried a little louder as he imagined her ripe bosom against his questing lips. His staff now at full strength, he pumped it at a quickening pace. “You’re so beautiful, Misato...” he moaned as he imagined giving his beloved mistress sweet kisses from her lips to her bountiful chest. “You’re so sexy, Misato...” he tensed with a shiver as his body neared its orgasm, thinking of licking at his lover’s clean-shaven nether-lips. “I love you so much, Misato...!” Shinji huffed as his hand became a near blur on his engorged member. “Ahn! I love you, Misato!” he called out as he felt the pressure nearly release.

“I love you too, Shin-chan,” a familiar voice purred from behind the poor boy as he turned to see his guardian looking down on him with a grin. Before he could explain, before he could even remember what he was doing, the sweet release of his male fluids brought him into a glazed ecstasy of satisfaction, his seed burning within his rod in a delightful way as it splashed harder and stronger than ever onto the wooden floor and futon before him. His spasming was much more violent than the other times he masturbated, so Shinji found himself on the floor jouncing in place as his poor phallus seemed to spurt endlessly.

“Oh my, Shinji,” Misato laughed villainously as she approached her flailing roommate. “I didn’t realize you were so...perverted,” she murred with extra malevolence.

After his body finally ceasing its greatest climax, the panting and dizzy Shinji tried to crawl away from the scene, half-thinking to just run away like he usually would do, and half-thinking to avoid his guardian’s painfully truthful words.

“Uh-uh-UH, Shinji,” the purple-haired woman advised as she grabbed her responsibility by his pants’ waist, dragging his smaller form back to her. “You’re not running away this time, Shin-chan.”

“M-Misato...” the Ikari boy said in between deep breaths. “It wasn’t...It wasn’t...What it...L-Looked like...”

“Oh? Looked to me like you were fantasizing about me while sniffing my dirty undies. Am I wrong?”

“I....Uh...Um....I’m sorry, I j-just...”

“Oh, come now, Shinji,” Misato smiled warmly. “You are a growing boy, it’s natural to have those kind of thoughts.”

“You mean...You aren’t...mad?” Shinji gulped.

“Of course not, sweety,” she smiled happily as she hugged the boy close to her bosom, bringing his face to a bright scarlet. “In fact...” she grinned as she released the boy and looked deep into his eyes.

“What?”

“How would you like to become a man...early?” the major winked seductively.

The Third Child turned beet-red then as he tried to get his thought-processes to work some sort of response. “R-Really?” Was the first thing to come out of his mouth, though.

“Uh-huh, but,” the dark-haired woman stood up as she unzipped her favorite black dress slowly. “There is a catch, Shin-chan.”

“I knew it...” the poor boy slumped.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Misato laughed. “You just have to take something afterwards.”

“Like medicine or something?” Shinji blinked, still wary of the entirety of this once in a lifetime opportunity.

“Sorta. It won’t harm you or anything, it’s just a little...vitamin of some sort.”

“Well, okay, I guess...”

“Glad to hear it, Shinji,” his guardian beamed. “Now, be a dear and help me out of this dress. It’s gotten a bit small on me lately...” she purred.

“Um, s-sure...” he nodded as he undid his soon-to-be-partner’s dress. Once off, Shinji was rewarded with a double-pleasure he had pined for: the sight of Misato’s bra-less breasts, and a real woman’s unclothed tits.

“Ah, much better,” Misato sighed happily as she struck a pose for her lover-boy. “Be honest, Shinji, do my breasts look a bit bigger?” she asked in the same type of tone a woman would ask about whether her earrings matched her dress. She even struck a few more poses to let her now D cup breasts jiggle and shake a bit.

“Uh...Yeah...” Shinji simply drooled at his guardian’s cleavage and ample bust.

“You think so? Maybe that’s why my dress isn’t fitting right.” After getting the response she had wanted (not the verbal one anyways), Misato Katsuragi pushed her partner onto her desk chair, she herelf clad only in her black lace thong. “Ever had a girl give you a lap-dance, Shin-chan?” she asked huskily as she gyrated her hips in a hypnotic fashion.

Shinji merely shook his head slightly. Too absorbed in the raw sexiness of Misato’s body.

“Well, looks like this little session will include a whole list of firsts, then,” she giggled as she swayed and danced before her teenage roommate, driving his sexual desire to a new height. As he tried to give himself a good rubbing to enjoy the situation, Misato grabbed his thin wrists and pulled him up to her taller form. “I see you’re too anxious to fuck, right? Well then, slip off my panties and take of your pants and we’ll get down and dirty,” she kissed her young lover upon his lips lustfully.

“Ummm....” Was all Shinji could say in compliance. He quickly tore off Misato’s remaining clothing article and yanked off his own pants to let his lower body air out.

“Wanna do me doggy-style, Shin-chan?” the major bent over on all fours, using one hand to show open her pink glistening flower for her partner to see in plain sight.

“Oh, Misato!” Shinji nearly leapt onto his guardian’s backside and clumsily positioned himself into her entrance. “Aaaaahhhh!” he cried in his high tenor voice at losing his virginity to such a lovely woman.

“Mm...Not a bad fit, Shinji...” Misato breathed. “So, how do I feel inside?”

“S-Soft...!” he grunted at his already nearing climax. “And w-warm...And wet...And...Auuugggh!” With a hump in place, Shinji had fired his first load into Misato.

“Ooohhh....!” She shivered. “No bad for a first-timer...” she felt her body heat up in her growing arousal at the feeling of being filled by such a young and vibrant male. “Think you can go for another round?”

“Y-Yeah...” Shinji panted. With some effort, he moved his hips back and forth slowly, dragging out the sensations, his and Misato’s breathing growing ragged with every few thrusts. Faster and faster, the two began to sweat profusely in their long-overdue love-making session, until a hotter, boiling release shot from the young boy’s loins and his partner’s mature and experienced womanhood clamped around him, relishing the sweet ecstasy that followed for her.

Both lovers screamed in their heavy orgasms, Shinji falling onto Misato’s back and causing the two to fall flat on the ground. With a rocking of her body, Misato rolled the panting pilot off her backside and onto his back. Her body still tingling, she crawled over to the miniscule pill bottle she had brought with her, taking out the two tablets. One was blue, the other pink. She handed the azure one to her tired lover with a smile.

“Swallow this, babe,” she purred as Shinji mustered some of his remaining strength to drop the capsule into his mouth and swallow hard. Instantly, Shinji was rewarded with a warm and comforting burst of energy, standing back up with renewed vitality.

“Wow, that’s some vitamin!” his voice cracked terribly. The boy gasped, and felt a shiver run down his spine. “What the...” he asked, then covered his mouth in fright. He sounded like a twelve year old! “Misato! What’s happening to me?” he cried in his ten year old soprano voice.

His guardian gulped her rosy pill as she stood to look down on her former partner, who was slowly shrinking one year every five or so seconds.

“Isn’t it obvious, baby? You’re getting younger,” she chirped as her voice raised in its pitch too. Shinji gasped as he noticed Misato’s figure thin a bit, her beginnings of a beer belly receding to that of a trim tummy. Her hair shortened slightly as well and her slightly noticeable crow’s feet disappeared. She looked like she was in her early twenties now!

Panicking, Shinji ran out of the room as fast as his eight year old legs could make him go. Not caring if he was buck-naked now. As he neared the door, he tripped as his height diminished at a higher rate, his hands and feet becoming smaller and his body growing pudgier again. He picked himself up once more, almost at the door when he felt a relaxing pressure release itself from his now hairless toddler phallus. He froze in place as he felt lukewarm fluids leave his still shrinking body, now no older than five or so. As he tried to continue running, Shinji slipped on his own urine, tumbling on the floor and bruising his nearly infant body. He let loose a loud squeal of pain and discomfort mixed with pure terror that grew higher and higher in its pitch as he couldn’t even walk anymore, the world growing bigger every second.

“There there, darling...” Misato cooed as she appeared to the boy as a barely eighteen year old girl spreading her legs in front of the pink newborn before her. Slowly, she guided his dwindling form into her womb, until she could feel him reduced to nothing more than a month-old embryo. With a deep breath, Misato stood back up, after ?knocking herself up’ with her former responsibility. With a sigh of joy, the youthful Major took out her cell phone to call the doctor.

(So, how was it?) a young but responsible voice answered.

“Awesome,” Misato giggled. “He was so cute when he started to pee everywhere. Made me wish I could start diapering him early, Ritsuko.”

(Well, you’ll have plenty of time to do that, Misato, don’t’ worry,) the teen doctor replied with an impish giggle herself. (Yeah, Gendou was pretty cute after he realized what was going on,) she smiled as she looked back at the pile of clothes that had once belonged to Commander Ikari. (I even got to spank him a bit before I had to ?tuck him in’.)

“Hehehe! Say, Ritsu,” Misato grinned to herself. “Can I have one more? I think Asuka should be given a second chance at having a good childhood and all.”

(Not a problem, Misato.) The conniving girls laughed as they both rubbed their lower bellies with pride.