Life of a Shotacon

In the lesser seen parts of a small American town, in a particular neighborhood, sits a humble house. It’s small, non-colorful look is what most people will ever see of it. Passerbys, visitors, and even neighbors will only ever know the outside of this small residence. They don’t know that their ignorance is for the best. Because inside this seemingly harmless house is the life of a public enemy. Shunned from society and ridiculed they have chosen to live in solitude, and have for years. Some people have never even seen whoever lives inside.

But today, that’s going to change.

A rancid smell wafts throughout the house, having its cleaning be neglected for years on end. But the single resident doesn’t mind. Their nostrils have long since gone blind of the stench.

They sit on their futon, sprawled out with their covers and pillows tossed aside. To themselves, they think…

“…What am I doing with my life?”

The resident is Naomi Himura. A middle-aged ex-grade school teacher. She has been unemployed for more than twenty years, after being discovered to be involved in numerous pedophilic activities towards her male students. She was released from jail and put on parole after her first nine years.

“It feels so… empty…”

She hasn’t been interested in attempting to find a job in those twenty years. At least not an official one. Her current jobs involve making gaming videos online under a strict alias and drawing porn commissions for people online. It’s a surprisingly lucrative business, and she has a decently large following.

“But what am I supposed to do?”

Despite her large income, Naomi only truly wants one thing in her life.

A cute, shota husband.

Her interests that got her arrested in the past haven’t left her. She imports countless shotacon doujins from Japan, draws numerous, though poorly-made, pictures of her getting fucked by young boys, and even stalks the online profiles of ones she finds cute. She wants nothing more than to get married to a cute, young boy that will love her as much as she loves him.

“It’s not like I have any choice in how my life goes…”

Naomi almost immediately thought back to the multitude of anime and manga she has seen in the past. And much like an anime protagonist, an abrupt and shoehorned-in spark ignited inside her.

“Now that I think about it… If I really want to have that life, I should do something about it myself.”

She slowly lifted herself up. Her chubby belly, thighs, and sizeable bust made it difficult, but she managed.

“The shota husband I crave so much. If I really want him, I’ll have to find him.”

What little remained of her self-confidence reared its head and inspired her.

“Yeah! I can do it! I have the ability to do it if I really want to!”

She dashed to her closet and pulled out her thick jacket and sweat pants. With a grin she stepped towards her door and reached for the doorknob

Her attention was quickly ripped away by the sound of a distinct notification alert sounding from her computer.

“Hey, check out this doujin I found. Thought you’d like it. ;^)”

Her fellow shota-loving friend online had sent her the link to a new, unseen doujin.

“Maybe my journey can wait for a bit."

She pulled off her pants and underwear and began to read.