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story_codes: MMM/gg(6), semi-cons, cons, first

story_intro: When little Emily's mother is transferred to Japan, the girl easily adapts to a new language and culture with the ease of the very young. Then she befriends Izumi, a girl her age who lives in the same apartment building. One day, Izumi's father brings the girls to a modeling session for young girls and the innocent pair unknowingly begin on a path to utter depravity.

story_language: English






Little Dumplings

Written by madvlad


	Six year-old Emily was a happy child who lit up a room with her presence. Her sunny disposition often attracted favorable attention, although now that she lived with her mother in Tokyo, the locals usually noticed her physical appearance first. Simply put, there weren't many blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girls running about.

	Emily's parents were divorced and her father had stopped alimony and child support payments shortly after the divorce when Emily was not quite two. Emily's mother worked hard in her job and had been offered an opportunity for a posting to the company's Pacific headquarters in Japan.

	Mother and daughter spent some time in an immersion school; the mother somewhat amused that her young daughter was much more adept at learning the language than she was. Finally, they moved to Tokyo two months before Emily's sixth birthday.

	Emily's mother worked long hours and soon had arrangements for Emily to stay with another divorced mother who lived in the same apartment building. Aiding in this arrangement was the fact that the Japanese woman's daughter, Izumi, was Emily's age and attended school with her. The two were practically inseparable and both mothers were happy that their daughters had a friend in the same complex.

	Three months passed.

	"I must show you something," Izumi said breathlessly when she and Emily got back to her apartment after school. Both girls were identically attired in the school uniform of a white blouse, dark blue skirt, white knee socks, and black Mary Jane shoes.

	"What is it?" Emily asked in slightly accented Japanese.

	"It's Ayami's Little Idol photo book!" Izumi answered as she slid a magazine out from a box in her closet.

	"What's Little Idol?"

	"It's the best thing ever!" Izumi exclaimed before lowering her voice. "Little Idol lets girls be famous models. They can even become TV and movie stars. You get to pose in pretty clothes and swimsuits and then they make picture books and DVDs that people buy. Ayami says that lots of men have bought her first book and they will be selling her first DVD soon. She gave me this copy."

	Ayami was an eleven year-old who also lived in the building. Both Emily and Izumi thought she was very pretty and the older girl was always nice to the younger pair. It was clear that Izumi idolized her.

	Emily looked at the pictures while Izumi turned the pages. Ayami certainly looked happy as she posed in several dresses (although the girls giggled when they could see her panties in some photos). Other pictures showed Ayami in a blue one-piece suit. On the last page, she was wearing a yellow bikini as part of a preview for her next book and video.

	"I bet it's fun to be famous," Izumi sighed.

	"How old do you have to be before you can be a Little Idol?" Emily asked.

	"I could be one now, but Momma won't let me," Izumi replied mournfully. "Papa says he'd like to see me be one, but since he doesn't live here anymore, I can't do it."

	"I wonder if my mommy would let me be a Little Idol," Emily wondered.

	"Don't tell her you saw this," Izumi said, holding up Ayami's magazine. "Because Momma doesn't know I have it."

	"I guess I'd better not say anything," Emily said. "Too bad your daddy can't let you do it."

	"Oh! He has me for the day on Saturday," Izumi said as she perked up. "Could you come with me?"

	"I think so. Mommy said last night that she's going to have to work on a weekend to catch up on stuff at the office."

	His cell phone felt like it weighed a ton when Masaki called Haru. A variety of bad choices had left Masaki heavily in debt with Haru's organization. And as Haru had to answer to men above him, he wasn't the sort to casually work out a refinancing plan over coffee and donuts.

	Two days earlier, Masaki had made an arrangement to pay off part of his debt by loaning Haru his daughter, Izumi, for a day for a modeling session. It was to be something like Little Idol magazines and videos, which catered to the prurient schoolgirl fascination of many Japanese - and other - men.

	But Haru's version, while not hardcore, was even more suggestive than the mainstream Little Idol genre, with more see-through and "accidental" slip-of-the-cloth glimpses of young girl flesh. It was pricier and distributed through underground means, so the possibility of Masaki's ex-wife discovering it was highly remote.

	"What is it?" Haru asked in a voice that sounded to Masaki like fingernails on a chalkboard.

	"Can we delay the session for two weeks when I have my daughter again?" Masaki blurted. "There's been a complication."

	"There are always complications with you," Haru growled.

	"My daughter invited her best friend for the day. If I bring another girl, we could be discovered."

	"Tell me about this girl and her parents."

	"She lives with her mother in my wife's apartment building. No father around. I can..."

	"I will call you back," Haru interrupted and hung up.

	That evening, Masaki picked up the phone on the fifth ring.

	"You are an idiot, Masaki," Haru laughed coldly.

	"I don't understand."

	"Of course you don't - you never do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in. Her friend is an American; blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy skin, and an over-worked mother who can't monitor as she should. In short, she is walking money in itty-bitty panties. We'll take them both this Saturday."

	"So these are our new models?" Haru asked on Saturday. Izumi and Emily blushed and giggled.

	Masaki was amazed at the transformation in the gangster's demeanor. He was warm and charming, quickly putting the six year-olds at ease like a favorite uncle.

	"These are my helpers," Haru continued, sweeping his hand toward two henchmen who had terrorized Masaki in the past. "Bo and Ko."

	The two men, who could break limbs and worse with the same casual ease as they would have while making a sandwich, gave the tots friendly grins and waved.

	"Their names rhyme," Izumi chirped.

	"Mine doesn't," said a petite woman who Masaki once saw pulling fingernails out from a debtor's bleeding hand. "My name is Hitaru and I will be helping you with your wardrobe."

	"Will we have pretty clothes to wear?" Emily asked politely.

	Hitaru squatted in front of Emily and playfully poked the little blonde's nose.

	"Yes we do. But I don't think they can make you and Izumi and prettier than you already are."

	As Hitaru led the girls to the changing room, Haru turned to Masaki. The more familiar cold face had returned.

	"Go," the gangster ordered. "You make pick them up at six tonight."

	Izumi and Emily were very pleased with their first costumes. They were school uniforms with a similar dark blue skirt they usually wore but with a white sailor top.

	"This is what the big girls in middle school and high school wear!" Izumi crowed happily. "We'll be big girls!"

	She and Emily happily skipped out to the studio where video cameras and still frame cameras captured them in all of their innocent detail. The girls didn't notice how short the skirts were or how some cameras caught views from beneath them. They just played and danced around.

	"I like modeling," Emily said to the nice man, Haru.

	"That's because you and Izumi are naturals at it," he replied.

	Unlike with his earlier plan with only Izumi, Haru was content to take it slower with the pair. The more they were comfortable in front of the camera, the easier it would be to get them to do what he really wanted. In the mean time, photos and videos of two happy, cute little girls playing and posing would still be a huge seller.

	After the school uniforms came the shiny blue one-piece swimsuits. Haru's cock ached as he saw how the material molded to the tykes' undeveloped bodies. Both had prominent bulges between their legs that promised fat little pussies when they were unveiled. The snugly covered mounds were enhanced by the girls' slender bodies and legs.

	Haru gave his models an enormous inflatable beach ball to toss and bat to each other. It made the swimsuits flex and stretch over the compact forms as the children moved about.  As a bonus, the suit bottoms continuously pulled up, exposing more of the perfectly round globes of Izumi's and Emily's bottoms before the girls would tug them back into place. Ko, a devoted ass man, commented how both girls' rumps were identically shaped.

	After lunch, Hitaru clothed the girls in very frilly and very short dresses that resembled doll clothing. Underneath, the girls wore thigh-high white stockings and tight silk panties that displayed their baby pussies with better detail than the swimwear had.

	While the girls played about, Bo sniggered as he took some video from below waist level. The white silk beneath the dresses showed off the round cunny bulges with a perfect crease on each one.

	"I see camel toes," he teased.

	The girls thought this was hysterical.

	"I see...ZEBRA FEET!" Izumi cried, sending her and Emily into a laughing fit.

	"And I see doggy noses!" Emily chimed in.

	This went on, with the girls calling out random animal parts while laughing and jumping. Their hops made their dresses bounce and gave Haru and his gang more wonderful crotch shots than they could have hoped for.

	The last outfit of the day was pink underwear - panties and matching bras. There was nothing really for the bras to hide and they sometimes slipped enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of first grader nipples. This was perfect for Haru's style. Their naked bellies were flat with just a hint of childish softness.

	The girls were given pillows and were soon engaged in a rowdy pillow fight before the cameras. Once, when Emily tumbled to the padded floor, her panties slipped down in the back to reveal a few inches of ass crack. Another time, Izumi distractedly adjusted her panties and pulled the waistband out in front. This also pulled the leg band forward and gave the cameras a two-second flash of some hairless cunt from the side.

	After the pillow fight, Haru had the girls pose together in various ways. One girl or another would have her hand on the other's hip or bare thigh - something they thought was perfectly normal but would feed the fevered imaginations of Haru's customers.

	Haru's personal favorite was their last set of poses. He had them standing nearly belly to belly but with their heads turned toward the camera. At first they smiled, but he coaxed them into keeping neutral expressions on their faces as they looked innocently into the cameras. For one set of pictures, he had Emily place one hand flat on Izumi's bare chest between the modest pink triangles that concealed her nipples.

	Then he had them hug, re-positioning their arms lower and lower; from the shoulders to the back to the waist and finally onto each other's bottoms. The girls thought the last part was funny and they couldn't help but to giggle as they held each other's buttocks.

	Haru noticed how the kids' pink-covered crotches rubbed together as they hugged this way. With careful direction, he had each girl move the hip that was closest to the cameras slightly apart to get a better view of their touching cunnies. This made their hands closest to the camera slide up to accommodate this pose. Then Haru had each girl slip her thumb on the respective hand into the waistband on the side of the other girl's panties. It was the perfect display of erotic innocence and the cameras kept busy.

	When they were done, Hitaru helped the girls change into their street clothes.

	"Don't forget," she said to them. "Never tell anyone what you were doing. This is a special type of modeling that makes our customers wonder who these mystery girls are."

	Izumi and Emily nodded solemnly and bowed. Hitaru told them they would return in two weeks. The girls were very excited and curious when the woman told them that, since they had done so well today, they would be ready to do some very special modeling during the next session.

	After Izumi's otherwise useless father collected the girls, Hitaru joined the men as they reviewed the video footage and stills. They were admiring the last pose when Haru zoomed in the small, pink-encased mounds pressing together.

	"They look like a pair of dumplings," Hitaru smirked.

	"Yes!" Haru exclaimed as he snapped his fingers. "That's it!"

	The next day, distribution began with a new magazine and video featuring the close-up of the covered girlie twats mashed against each other with the title, 'Little Dumplings'. It became an instant hit in the underground circuit.

	"What costumes do we where today?" a giddy Izumi asked Hitaru.

	"Something I'll need to help you with - to tie them in place."

	Haru let out a long, slow breath as Izumi and Emily padded into the studio under the bright lights clad in tiny string bikinis. Izumi's was orange and Emily's was blue. Two flat triangles of cloth hid each girl's nipples, held in place by strings tied around the napes of their necks and around their backs.

	The bottoms were even skimpier, with a thin strip of cloth threatening to sink between their firm, bubbly cheeks. The front consisted of a modest inverted triangle bulging at the bottom with a pair of chubby labia straining the fabric.

	With only strings tied in bows on the side, the girls' firm, deliciously sculpted thighs and barely existent hips were beautifully presented. Although nicely toned from hours of playing, the tykes' legs did have that oh-so thin, tender layer of soft outer flesh beneath their silky skin that invited them to be squeezed and stroked. Their strong little thighs were particularly mouth-watering with the slight curve of muscle on the fronts and backs. The smooth skin at the junctures between their inner thighs and pubic mounds was exposed along with a bit more cunny flesh on the sides.

	In his mind's eye, Haru painted several points on each tight little body with targeting cross-hairs.

	The session began innocently enough as the girls scampered in front of the lights with the beach ball. Bo and Ko changed the backdrop to make it look like they were at the beach.

	"Izumi," Haru called. "I think you should put some oil on Emily so she doesn't get sunburn."

	Emily giggled and lay down on her stomach, wiggling her buttocks as she settled into a comfortable position. Izumi took the bottle from Hitaru and squirted some oil in the middle of Emily's back. Under Hitaru's gentle guidance, Izumi became more adept at spreading the oil and working it into her friend's skin. When she finished the back, Izumi slowly worked her hands down each of Emily's legs. Every pedo watching in the studio and later on screens at home would dearly wish it were their hands on the little blonde's yummy limbs.

	Hitaru whispered something to Izumi, who jerked her head around and looked at her in confusion.

	"Don't worry," the woman told the child. "This was what the best models do."

	Izumi turned back to Emily and untied the bows that held her friend's top in place. Then she added more oil in these areas. After another instruction from Hitaru, she pulled the bows loose on the sides of Emily's bottom. Izumi looked back at Hitaru with uncertainty, but Hitaru gestured firmly.

	Pressing her lips together, Izumi leaned over and pulled Emily's bottom down, completely exposing the child's mouth-watering ass. Her buns were pressed close together and stood round and firm. Izumi leaned to the left where Emily's face was turned and saw that her friend's eyes were squeezed shut. Knowing what was expected of her, Izumi poured oil onto Emily's creamy ass cheeks and worked it into the skin until they gleamed under the hot studio lights.

	"Turn over, Emily," Hitaru commanded in a gentle but firm voice.

	Emily did as she was told, grasping a corner of her bikini bottom's front to keep her cunny covered. As Izumi oiled her chest, Emily opened her eyes. Despite her embarrassment of having her bum exposed, the oil rubdown felt good. The two girls smiled at one another as Izumi made Emily's front as slick and shiny as her back had been.

	Izumi giggled a little as Emily's nipples stiffened as they were rubbed. It felt fun to do that to her best friend. And Emily didn't mind either. With circling motions, Izumi oiled the fronts and sides of Emily's legs, leaving her coated except for her face and that private area beneath her loosened bottoms.

	"Take them off, Izumi," Hitaru said.

	"Noo," whined Emily.

	"Don't you want to be one of the best models?" Haru asked.

	Emily looked helplessly from the woman to the man and then to her fellow first grader. Izumi was at a loss for words but it was clear what the grown-ups wanted.

	"Do the best models let people see their pee-pees?" the nervous child asked.

	"Yes," Haru answered. "Because they know their fans want to see as much of them as possible.

	Emily reluctantly took her hand away from the cloth and Izumi started to lower the material. Hitaru reached over and took one of Emily's ankles, pulling her leg to the side so that the remainder of her swim suit could fall away.

	Now Emily's pussy, so dainty and white, was caught on every camera. Izumi poured oil over the hairless mound and rubbed her fingers over her friend's plump twat. The smooth flesh was pliant under the little girl's fingers, mashing down and then returning to shape as Izumi explored Emily's most intimate place. Emily made small noises in her throat and moved her legs, but didn't protest the attention from Izumi's small, nimble fingers. When Izumi was done, Emily's tiny snatch was glistening.

	"She needs more oil inside there," Hitaru said.

	Desperately wanting her best friend to be a successful model, Izumi squirted a little more oil into Emily's tight cleft. As Hitaru goaded the little girl to go further, Izumi did as she was told. She had seen Emily naked plenty of times when they had bathed together, but touching her like this made her feel funny in way she couldn't understand. But she liked it.

	Emily trembled a little as Izumi's fingers delved deeper into her cunny and then trembled a little more as her friend discovered the small protrusion of flesh that was tucked in at the top. The American moaned softly as she felt a different sort of tremor in her sex while Izumi oiled her inner pink flesh.

	Her embarrassment was forgotten and her need for more touching like that was growing when Hitaru told the young pair it was time to switch places. Emily wanted to complain, but she knew that she had to help Izumi be a great model, too. The scene was repeated almost exactly, with Izumi's body being oiled and gradually bared at the hands of the other six year-old. Some camera shots from behind caught glimpses of Emily's shiny little snatch as she leaned over on her knees to work on Izumi's supple little body.

	Then it was time for more posing, much like they had done in their underwear before. But now their snuggly little bodies were so slippery and sexy as they pressed together. Haru let the girls explore the feel of each other's naked body against each other with wonder. They were clearly delighted (as were the adults) at the stimulation they felt when their lubricated nipples rubbed. But the ultimate prize was with watching and feeling the slick little pussies make sliding contact. Both girls were breathing heavily when Haru spoke up.

	"The next part is very important, so you'd better make sure that each of you is well oiled between your legs."

	The two naked six year-olds faced each other, smiling and squirming as they each fingered more oil into the other's bald snatch. They weren't even aware of the bed until after Bo and Ko had rolled it into the room.

	"Are we going to pretend we're asleep?" Emily asked as Haru had them lie down on their backs.

	"Oh no. You can move and make all of the noise you want," he answered as he unbuttoned his shirt.

	The girls stared at Haru's intricate network of tattoos when he peeled of his shirt. As he unbuckled his pants, they noticed that Bo and Ko were also undressing. It didn't make sense - did the men want to be models too?

	Haru nodded to Bo and the two men approached the bed. Ko took one of the movable cameras and also moved in. On the bed, Izumi and Emily gulped as they saw the men approach with wide smiles and big, stiff things jutting from their groins.

	"What are those things?" Izumi squeaked.

	"They are called cocks," Haru replied. "We are going to put them in you now."

	"Why?" a frightened Emily asked as Haru spread her legs.

	"Because you are so cute."

	"Oh."

	Emily had heard this before. She remembered back when she was four years old and a nice old neighbor man, Mr. Marsten, used to tell her the same thing when he touched her between her legs. Only then, he had done it with his fingers and through the thin layer of her cotton panties.

	Izumi whined nervously as she felt Bo press his cock against her tiny slit. The two little girls were holding hands as the men took their positions. Afraid to look at Haru's cock, Emily turned to look at Izumi for comfort. She though her friend was about to speak when Izumi cried out in pain as Bo lurched forward. Emily saw Bo's cock sinking into Izumi's pussy while her friend yelled. The frightened girl was about to ask him to stop hurting her friend when she felt some pressure against her own cunny and then felt something tearing inside.

	Haru huffed as he jabbed his prick into the little blonde's hairless pussy. She was well-oiled and the trickle of blood from her ruptured cherry moved ahead of his cock to ease in her deflowering. He glanced over to Izumi who was making hiccupping noises as she was ruthlessly impaled on Bo's cock.

	When the men had their cocks pressed against the under-aged cervixes of their young models, they reached down and pressed a thumb against their respective girl's clit. With their cunts stretched and stuffed full of meat, the girls' clitties were well exposed, making it easy for the men to manipulate them. Izumi and Emily squeezed each others hands tightly as the pain between their legs transformed into waves of obscene pleasure. The men could feel the little ones' pussies heating and growing wetter.

	Filled with hot, hard meat and getting their love buttons pummeled, the youngsters were no match to resist when their bodies were seized in the grip of their first orgasms. Haru and Bo returned their hands to the little hips and began thrusting in and out of the writhing young bodies.

	The moving pressure inside their cunts only agitated the girls further. They didn't understand what an orgasm was or why it had happened to them, but they reacted as nature dictated to the treatment they were getting, gibbering with mysterious lust as their virgin pussies strained and clung to the hard meat that pressed into them. The cameras captured every glistening detail as the adult cocks slid in and out of the stretched bald twats of the little models.

	Haru's and Bo's balls were aching for release as they subjected their cocks to the snug, hot embrace of the little girls' slick cuntlets. Heaving their way into the battered young cunts, they spewed from their cocks, inseminating the tiny, six year-old wombs of their sexy playmates.

	Izumi whimpered when Bo withdrew and she saw her blood on his cock. Beside her, Emily moaned as she saw the evidence of her own damage. The men took a break before they returned, this time with Haru manning a camera as Bo took Emily and Ko mounted Izumi. They repeated their method of penetration and diddling, well practiced from times with other teens and preteens, though never with ones so young as this pair. The first graders thrashed with lust and spread their legs to accommodate the cocks probing into their bellies in hope of getting more of those special feelings inside.

	After more semen dumps, Ko switched to Emily, taking his first Western child while Haru slid his prick into Izumi's sperm-slimed young twat. Hitaru's panties were soaked inside her jeans, but she remained behind a camera. Her play date with these two little vixens would be on another day.

	When at last Haru and Ko emptied their balls into the children, they took the time afterward to finger the little ones to another orgasm. The six year-olds moaned and whined gratefully as they were molested to climax one more time. The tiny tykes, who had arrived that morning as innocent virgins, were now on their way to becoming full-fledged porn stars.

	The girls were helped to their feet, a bit unsteady on their legs as they hugged and posed as they had before. Haru was very careful to get plenty of shots of their baby cunts together as they oozed the fluids from their multiple couplings.

	Hitaru cleaned the girls, extracting promises from them again not to tell what happened or all of their wonderful fans would be very disappointed. Understanding that so many people loved them now, the pair sincerely made their promises while the woman applied some ointment to their well-fucked little holes to ease some of the soreness that would come.

	After Masaki left with the newly trained sluts, Hitaru joined the men and admired Haru's work as he centered and cropped the zoomed image on the computer monitor. It showed two little bald cunnies coated with jism with more oozing from between their plump labia. A fleck of blood here and there was evidence of their recently lost hymens. The small, sexy mounds were lightly touching each other, slightly mixing the semen each other had.

	Haru tapped on the keyboard adding the title to the photo. The cover of "Creamy Dumplings" was ready.

	


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