I've been reborn as Nobita Nobi! (Short Story)

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【Transmigrated as Nobita Nobi!】 (Short Story)
Word Count: 5564
As a sophomore in college, and a male student majoring in IT, I can say that if I'm not a loser, who is? Summer vacation has started, and it seems that no activities are relevant to us loser guys. I make a living by coding, and I'll be spending my life with my computer.
It seems that all loser guys share the common characteristic of being a homebody. Games, anime, and comics are as important as salt; missing these things every day is like eating a meal without salt. To hell with sports like football and basketball, I was born for love, piston action, and sports.
"10"
"9"
... "2"
"1"
"Ding!"
At this moment, I'm staring at the Xunlei download interface on the screen with bloodshot eyes, like a crazed gambler intently staring at the game in front of me. On the interface, a file named "Doraemon: Dream Record" shows that the download is complete.
"His mother's reproductive organs, I actually downloaded this for over a month, what a fucking H-game!" That's right, as an otaku, this is exactly the kind of H-game I've been waiting for. This game is the latest masterpiece I found on the official website of the Japanese company I-社 (I-社), and I went to great lengths to get the torrent file.
Actually, I've loved Doraemon manga since I was a child. Seeing Doraemon's most powerful tool—the Telephone Booth—I've always dreamed of owning it. Now that I've seen an H-game about Doraemon, and I'm all grown up now, having watched countless videos of Aoi Sora's tutorials, I'm incredibly excited.
I tried my best to control my excitement, and with slightly trembling hands, I moved the mouse and clicked on the game.
Suddenly, a box full of Japanese text popped up on the screen, with two buttons below. I naturally assumed these were yes/no. Then I pressed the mouse button hard!
"Damn it!" I yelled. The screen wasn't the installation interface; it was a bizarre black screen. It was bizarre because the blackness felt incredibly dark, almost like it was sucking me in. Unfortunately, I was so engrossed in frantically typing to get the computer to respond that I ignored it.
Just as I was typing away in frustration, my movements were too forceful, and I knocked over the coffee cup on the table. The coffee immediately splashed out, some running down the counter and onto the computer. A series of crackling sounds pulled me back to reality. Seeing the situation, I was completely flustered and didn't know how to react.
Just as I was about to stand up from my chair, my foot accidentally stepped on the coffee on the floor. Suddenly, a strong shock hit me, my whole body felt numb and tingling, and my vision blurred until it went completely dark. The only thought that came to my mind was, "Damn it, I'm still a virgin, and I'm dead like this? I'm not reconciled!!!"
Then the whole world seemed to fall silent. There were no car sounds, no shouts, no TV speakers, nothing at all, a silence that was terrifying.
"Am I dead?" My consciousness seemed to have not yet disappeared.
"Damn, is this hell? Why is it so quiet? My god, weren't there supposed to be eighteen levels? I haven't even seen a ghost."
At this moment, I wanted to shout, "Is anyone there?" but I found that I couldn't make a sound.
Slowly, my consciousness began to blur again, and my mind went back to sleep.
"Nobita! Wake up, you're going to be late again!" A sweet shout came instantly and brought me back to consciousness.
Then the stairs shook violently with loud footsteps. Suddenly, I felt a chill. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to see what was happening, but a sharp pain shot through my ears, making me tremble uncontrollably. "Ouch!" "Nobita, you're not getting up again? Are you going to be late again today?" A sharp voice rang out again, louder than before, because the sound was right next to my ear.
Wait!
What's happening? Wasn't I dead? Where am I?
What came into view was a room furnished in a Japanese style. Instead of a bed, I was on a tatami mat, a traditional Japanese mat. Then, looking at the person gripping my ear, I was shocked. She had phoenix-shaped eyebrows, large eyes, and a small, puffy mouth, clearly angry. Looking further down, I saw a wasp waist and a slender waist, her large breasts bouncing with her movements. One hand on her hip, the other gripping my ear. Her snow-white legs were captivating. The combination of a yellow shirt and a short skirt that just past her knees made it impossible to doubt that she was a housewife.
Seeing me staring blankly at her, this beautiful mature woman's anger intensified. She tightened her grip on my ear, snapping me out of my surprise.
"Did you hear me? You have three minutes to come down for breakfast!" With that, she turned and left, her S-shaped figure emphasizing her hips as she swayed from side to side, disappearing down the stairs.
I immediately looked around, picked up a mirror from the table, and looked at myself. An ordinary appearance, plus large-framed glasses… this is… this is!
"Holy crap, thank goodness, she hasn't changed, it's still me, but...?"
I looked down again, and the desk was still the same desk, such a classic desk. "Oh my god, this... I've traveled into Doraemon?"
That's right, this desk is the one from Doraemon with the time machine hidden inside. Thinking about it, I immediately opened the drawer, and what I saw was Doraemon's rudimentary time machine. Before I could think any further, a shout came from downstairs again: "Nobita!"
Hearing this, my body involuntarily trembled. This old tigress instilled a sense of fear in me.
"Coming!" I shouted as I frantically searched for clothes, hurriedly taking off my pajamas, and then hastily putting on my pants, grabbing my shirt as I ran down the stairs to put it on.
When I reached the dining room on the first floor, I saw that slender back, and her full hips made me swallow hard. Slowly, I walked towards the back of this mature woman, my current mother.
Slowly, I opened my arms, and my lower body gradually pitched a tent. One step, two steps, and I thrust the tent against the mature woman's full buttocks, pressing my entire body against her back. My hands encircled her large breasts, and I inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her body. The mature woman seemed startled by my actions, paused for a moment, and then asked with a questioning look, "What's wrong?"
Looking into her large, watery eyes, I suddenly remembered that I was her son, Nobita Nobi, and immediately blurted out, "Mom, you're so beautiful!"
Hearing this, the mature woman suddenly smiled and said, "You must have done something bad, tell me the truth!" But she didn't react to my actions at all, as if they were perfectly normal.
Looking at the mature woman before me, a wicked fire slowly burned within me. My erection slid between her buttocks, then pressed against my crotch. I said, "Mom, I have a fever today. Can I skip school? Feel my forehead!"
Before she could react, I released one hand that was tightly holding her breast and grabbed her other hand, placing it on her forehead.
Consumed by lust, my face was flushed, and having just woken up, my temperature was still high, which resonated with her. "You really are a bit hot," she said. Out of a mother's concern for her son, she hesitated briefly before replying, "Okay, today it is. You should rest today. I'll ask your teacher for leave later."
Seeing that my request had been granted, I felt a surge of joy, and my lower body involuntarily thrust forward again, feeling the moistness of that paradise through my skirt and underwear. The mature woman in front of me didn't say anything and continued preparing my breakfast.
This situation amused me. After all, Doraemon is children's literature, so the characters' settings wouldn't be too adult, and it wouldn't involve any adult sexual content. The most explicit scene was Nobita peeping at Shizuka while she bathed, and in a super-loli version at that.
Since this is Doraemon's world, the settings here must be the same as the author's, meaning the characters here are somewhat oblivious to sex, but not completely ignorant—after all, wouldn't someone who can give birth be ignorant about sex?
Just as I was relentlessly groping my adoptive mother's legs, Nobita Tamako frowned and said, "Nobita! Hurry up and eat breakfast, I need to ask for leave for you later."
Hearing this, I had no choice but to abandon my plans to continue groping. "Oh well, there's always another day!" I muttered.
Reluctantly, I went to the table and ate my breakfast.
After finishing breakfast, I went back to my room to rest as Nobita Tamako had instructed. Perfect timing, I could use this time to look for Doraemon's gadgets. I had asked Nobita Tamako where Doraemon was during breakfast, and it turned out he was off dating some cat again. Sigh, even this mechanical cat knows about love?
Back in my room, I looked around but found nothing of interest. Doraemon's most powerful telephone booth was nowhere to be seen. The bookshelf held only children's books and textbooks; there wasn't much else of interest. Frustrated, I opened my desk drawer, hoping to try time travel, but realized I had absolutely no idea how to control it. If I mishandled it, I'd be transported back to the dinosaur era—I'd be devastated!
Just as I was idly waiting, Nobita's voice came from downstairs: "Nobita, I've called in sick for you. Come down and take a hot bath; you'll feel much better afterward."
"Okay," I replied, and went down to the first-floor bathhouse. It was already filled with steam, and the hot water was ready. Without thinking, I stripped naked and went in.
"Ah, so comfortable! Wow, so this is what a bath feels like! At home, I always just stand and use the tap. I've never tried a bath before. Awesome!" Just as I was getting into a climax, the bathhouse door suddenly opened. I turned my head and what I saw almost made my nose bleed. Nobi Tamako had her hair down, a large bathrobe wrapped around her body, but it couldn't hide her proudly erect breasts. The deep cleavage was incredibly alluring. Her snow-white arms were exposed, and although the bathrobe covered most of her legs, her calves were still bare, making it impossible not to fantasize about foot fetishism. Her rosy lips were slightly upturned, and the large, round glasses she wore didn't look old-fashioned at all; instead, they added a touch of cuteness.
Seriously, big breasts are adorable!
Such a provocative scene made my little brother, which had been limp from being soaked in warm water, immediately straighten up and stand at attention. At this moment, I was a little slow to react and blankly asked, "Mommy, what are you doing?"
"You said you weren't feeling well, so Mommy came to help me wash my back." Nobi Tamako said as she took off her bathrobe and walked naked into the bathtub to soak with me. Even though the steam was thick, it didn't stop me from observing Nobi Tamako. Her light black nipples stood upright in her large breasts, half-submerged in water. Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, and her labia were partially obscured by the pubic hair, appearing and disappearing in the water.
Nobi Tamako wasn't just soaking in the bath; she also wet her neck with her hands, her fingers sliding down her neck until they touched her breasts, which she then cupped with both hands, causing her large breasts to bounce up and down. The sight made my penis throb, and I felt something dripping from my nose. Just as I was about to succumb to my lust and press her down, inserting my penis into her wet, fleshy opening, Nobi Tamako stood up and said to me, "Come on, let me scrub your back." She then took a towel and sat on the bath stool, waiting for me to come out.
I immediately got up, suppressing my pent-up lust, and sat down in front of Nobi Tamako to have her scrub
my back. Nobi Tamako gently began to scrub my back with the towel, moving down to my chest. Unconsciously, her large breasts pressed against my body, and as she scrubbed me, the two protrusions on her breasts rubbed against my back.
In the bathhouse, a beautiful mature woman was on top of a young man, diligently scrubbing him, while the young man's face was flushed, his lower body erect like a pillar, appearing somewhat lewd.
When Nobi Tamako wiped my genitals, she didn't avoid my penis. She earnestly and meticulously cleaned me, her delicate hands gently wiping it with a towel, slowly stroking it, then rubbing my scrotum and testicles. I closed my eyes, enjoying Nobi Tamako's washing, imagining her giving me a handjob. Gradually, under her rubbing, I felt a surge of desire. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Nobi Tamako's hand left, and she softly said to me, "Okay, you're done. You can continue soaking. Mom needs to wash too." Then she led me to the sink.
"Let me wipe you too, Mom," I hurriedly said. Nobi Tamako suddenly looked at me and then happily laughed, "Okay, when did Nobita become such a good boy?" Saying that, she turned around, her back to me. "Hehe, of course, that stupid Nobita won't be filial to you. I'll wait and see how I'm filial to you." I thought wickedly as I took the towel and wiped Nobi Tamako's snow-white back.
I slowly touched Nobita's back, gently rubbing it, from her shoulders down—no, stroking it—bringing my throbbing lower body close to her crotch, rubbing my groin against her full buttocks as I touched her.
My hands gradually became restless, no longer content with just her back, and slowly moved towards Nobita's breasts. "Mom, can I wipe your front too?" I said, and without waiting for her reaction, I reached out and grabbed her large breasts. Nobita seemed to realize it was inappropriate and said under my grasp, "I'll do it myself." "Since I've already wiped your body for you, Mom, let me be filial to you." Of course, I wouldn't pass up such a great opportunity to grope her. "Nobita has grown up." Nobita seemed touched by my words, speaking with the comforting tone of a mother for her son.
Seeing that Nobi Tamako didn't stop me, I became less restrained, constantly kneading her proud breasts. Her snow-white skin was irresistible, and her large breasts were too big for one hand to grasp. I teased her erect, light-black nipples with my fingers, kneading her breasts and changing their shape, while my lower body gently rubbed against her crotch in sync with the movements.
Of course, I didn't stop at her breasts. Nobi Tamako seemed to still see me as a child, and the world's setting meant she had no objection to my actions.
I released one hand and slid it down her breast to her abdomen. Her belly seemed to have a little extra flesh from childbirth, a slight plumpness that only added to her mature allure. I fondled her abdomen for a while, then continued exploring downwards, reaching the dense pubic hair. I didn't rush to reach into Nobi Tamako's vagina. This world is designed to be sexually insensitive, but not ignorant. If I rushed to explore her vulva, she would definitely react. So I created an atmosphere of rubbing her body.
I continued to rub above her genitals, slowly and naturally moving downwards. Sure enough, Nobi Tamako showed no reaction, her eyes closed, enjoying her son's "filial piety." For her, it was filial piety; for me, it was "filial piety," hehe.
Slowly, I touched the outermost part of her vulva. Since I was sitting behind her, I couldn't see the condition of Nobi Tamako's vulva, but that didn't stop me from touching it. I gently rubbed her labia majora, my fingers constantly rubbing against the outside of the opening, but I didn't dare to put them in. Then I touched a fleshy bud with a small protrusion. It seemed that my mother had also developed a bit of affection under my constant caresses.
I gently teased her nipples, rubbing and kneading them. Nobi Tamako's breathing seemed to quicken. I continued to grope her, one hand kneading her breasts to change shape, the other pinching her clitoris and gently pulling it outwards.
Suddenly, Nobi Tamako let out a soft cry, and a large amount of fluid gushed from her vagina, spraying out. During her orgasm, I took the opportunity to quickly increase the friction between her thighs. It
took a while for Nobi Tamako to come to her senses, but she seemed somewhat embarrassed that she had orgasmed while her son was diligently wiping her body, without considering that her son was doing something wrong to her.
I reached my climax during the earlier friction and immediately said to Nobita Tamako, "Mom, let me add some more shower gel for you."
"Okay," Tamako responded softly. I stood up and vigorously masturbated against her back a few times, ejaculating heavily onto Nobita Tamako's back. There was quite a lot. Nobita Tamako asked curiously, "Nobita, you don't need to waste so much shower gel." " It's okay, Mom, I
accidentally squeezed out too much." "
Oh, if you squeeze it out slowly, it won't be wasted." " Okay, Mom,
" I obediently replied, but in my heart I was thinking, "No waste, no waste, haha, a man's semen is a woman's skincare holy grail." Of course, I didn't dare say that out loud.
Looking at Nobita Tamako's back covered with my large amount of semen, my sense of accomplishment continued to increase. Then I continued to rub her all over, spreading semen all over Nobita Tamako's body, especially her large breasts, which I smeared the most on. Under the cover of my semen, her breasts became even more crystal clear and proudly stood up.
It's a pity Doraemon hasn't returned yet, otherwise I could have used the gadgets to get my hands on this cheap mother.
After our ambiguous wiping, the bath was over.
But I didn't feel disappointed. Anyway, once Doraemon returns, there will be plenty of opportunities, hehe.
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