*Ba-bump* *Ba-bump* *Ba-bump*
'I hope she calms down...' You thought to yourself. You felt bad for Izumi- being surrounded by her warm, squishy flesh may have been soft and cozy, but you could tell from her pounding heart that the girl whose breasts you were currently lodged between was anything but calm.
And on a side note, it would definitely be more comfortable (or at least less noisy) for you if Izumi got her heart rate under control. Her pounding hear beats were shaking you up something fierce, being caught between the two jiggling globes of flesh!
How long would you be stuck in Izumi's cleavage for? You weren't exaggerating when you acknowledged the thought that every boy at school would've given his left arm to be in the position you were in right now. And while you knew that neither you or Izumi had intended for this to happen, you couldn't deny the facts- you enjoyed it too. You were a healthy, teenage boy after all.
'Nothing I can do... I guess I'll just have to 'wait it out' until class is done and she can take me out her cleavage.'
*Ba-bump*
*Ba-bump*
At least Izumi seemed to be calming down. Her heart rate wasn't as wild as it was earlier, rather than a frantic pounding that sent ripples through her massive breasts, it was now a steady, faint beat. In fact... it actually felt... kind of soothing.
If you'd thought it was cozy snuggling up to Izumi's underwear-covered rump under her skirt earlier, this was cozy on an entirely different level. Pillow-soft flesh pressed over you from every angle, your tiny body was gently rocked by Izumi's faintly-swaying breasts... once again, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. And you'd never felt so protected- Izumi's huge, soft breasts could shield you from any threat!
You didn't know how Izumi would react to finding you sleeping in her cleavage, but what else could you do? It was a struggle to stay awake as warm and cozy as you were, and despite the situation you figured Izumi would prefer that you were asleep (and thus, motionless) rather than actively squirming about between her breasts during class.
'Sorry Izumi, I hope... you don't... get mad...' Came your last thoughts as you closed your eyes, the wave of exhaustion finally overtaking you. This was, without a doubt, the weirdest day in your whole life, and you'd had some weird ones. Hotaru had cooked up some crazy inventions in the past. Still, nothing out-weirded her shrink ray.
The sound of Izumi's strong, steady heartbeat resonated in your ears. It would be some time before you woke up.
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'Oh man, what do I do? What do I do?' Izumi thought to herself. She couldn't ask to be excused again, not with the lunch period having ended so little time ago.
Which meant...
She'd probably have to leave Shujin in there for the entire class period!
'Oh, why did I have to miss catching him... At least he's not moving in there... I don't know if I'd be able to keep quiet if he was moving in there...' Izumi thought to herself. She was a growing girl, and she couldn't deny that it felt strangely thrilling to feel that tiny little body squeeze between her huge boobs! Of course, this was the classroom- where she was currently surrounded by other students! In other words, the last place for Izumi to focus on the erotic feeling in her chest. She'd die of shame and mortification if she let out any moans or sighs of pleasure!
'S-sorry, Shujin! Just... put up with it for a while longer! I'll take you out of there as soon as I get the chance to!' Izumi mentally told herself. This just felt wrong! Logically Izumi knew that Shujin was probably enjoying this too (he was a boy after all, and polite or not what boy wouldn't want to get acquainted with her boobs in such a personal manner?) There was a little voice in the back of Izumi's mind yelling at her and demanding that she punish the 'filthy pervert' for daring to bury himself between her breasts, but the much larger (and more rational) part of Izumi's mind was screaming at her that it was her own fault for getting Shujin caught in between her breasts in the first place. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't lost her cool before class had started!
'Ugh... at least... at least he's safe. I hope... If he'd been on my desk when those buttons popped off my shirt, he might've lost his head... literally.' Death by speeding button. Talk about an embarrassing way to go.
"Aoyama-san?"
"W-what?!"
"Uh... I was just asking you what the answer to question 3 was. Were you not paying attention?"
"N-no, Nakamura-sensei! S-sorry, I just got distracted!" Izumi blurted out, cheeks burning. That was a slip up- she'd spent so much time agonizing over her and Shujin's predicament that she'd completely forgotten to pay attention to the teacher!
"Well, if you'd like to prove to the class that you weren't tuning out my lesson, why don't you come on up here and right the answer on the board," the teacher stated, using the marker in his hand to point out a question on the whiteboard in the classroom.
"R-right now?" Izumi asked, voice wavering. No, no, no! If she went up right now the whole class would see that she'd popped those buttons off of her shirt!
"Yes, now. Unless you'd rather explain to the class just what's so important that you'd rather focus on it than on the lesson."
"N-no... I'll be right up..."
*Gulp*
"Izumi let out a breath and stood up from her seat, shielding the exposed portion of her bosom from view as best as possible. The question on the board was fairly difficult, but it looked exactly like one of the examples she'd recorded in her notes.
Okay, this... this could work. No one else could see it except for Izumi, but there was a large amount of paper just barely within her line of sight, multiple folded-up tucked away both underneath her shirt and in the (very large) cups of her bra.
Never before would Izumi thought to have used her prodigious bosom as hidden storage space for 'secret' papers, but recent events in the last few weeks had led to her discovering the previously unrealized function that her enormous bust had.
A few minutes later, the teacher was applauding as Izumi stepped away from the whiteboard, a very complex (and 100% correct) answer now written on the board. A bashful Izumi stepped away from the board, still making sure that she had one arm draped protectively over her massive chest to hide the gap in her shirt from view.
"Good job, Izumi!"
"Wow, I definitely wouldn't have been able to solve that..."
Izumi smiled as she walked back to her seat, enjoying the appreciative whistles and cheers from some of the girls in the class (appreciative of her brains, not her boobs.) The guys in class for once didn't seem to be staring at her giant tits like a bunch of drooling apes either. If the rest of the day could go like this, it'd be a pretty good day for Izumi.
Of course, she did feel a little sting of guilt in the back of her mind- she hadn't exactly earned that praise.
As ridiculous as it was, hiding papers under your shirt (and in your bra) was still cheating, no two ways about it.
Though right now, it wasn't only cheat sheets she had hidden in her bra...
'Just hang in there a little longer, Shujin. I'll get out as soon as class is over!'
-------------Some time later--------
As if fate itself was conspiring against Izumi, her plan to retrieve Shujin from her cleavage didn't end up happening. In fact, the absolute opposite happened!
It was now the end of the freaking school day, and Izumi was currently walking home, Shujin still snugly concealed within her cleavage!
She'd gone from one class to the next as busy as a bee- Kiyoko had needed help passing out fliers for the newspaper club right after she'd finished algebra. She wasn't exactly friends with the newspaper club member (there was just something... off, about Kiyoko that unsettled Izumi), and then she'd gone straight into a very busy chemistry lab session.
She'd decided that it would've been safer for the tiny Shujin to not involve him in the class, as there had been a fair amount of fumes in the room, and Izumi didn't want to find out the hard way if they were more harmful to the tiny boy stowed away in her cleavage.
So Shujin had remained in her cleavage for another complete class period!
And then after that there had been some kind of incident in the soccer club's storage shed, so Izumi had helped Ai out getting things cleaned up. Ai was one of her closest friends at school, and a regular work out/sparring partner, so Izumi didn't mind being late to class to help her friend out, especially when she was desperately asking Izumi for help. Of course, it had meant that she'd missed another chance to take Shujin out of her cleavage, but still...
And then last period of Izumi's school day had ended with her passing by the library to return a textbook... only to end up smacking the crap out of some jerks harassing her quiet friend Ayano (the busty one, not the tiny game-obsessed one.)
Izumi had been so caught up in dealing with those losers that she'd been halfway back to her house before she realized that she'd completely forgotten to take Shujin out of her cleavage when school had ended!
'Uh... whoops! B-better late than never, right?' Izumi's cheeks were bright red as she unlocked the door to her house.
Finally in the privacy of her own house, Izumi could get changed out of her school clothes and get comfortable (she'd ended up finding some safety pins to force the blouse closed at school.)
But first...
"Please be okay! Shujin, I'm so sorry I left you in there for so long!" Sure, he'd probably enjoyed it at first, but realistically who'd like being pinned in a tight, dark, claustrophobic space for so long? Her boobs may have been huge and soft, but Izumi didn't think that even a boy would want to be trapped between them unable to do anything for several hours.
'I hope she calms down...' You thought to yourself. You felt bad for Izumi- being surrounded by her warm, squishy flesh may have been soft and cozy, but you could tell from her pounding heart that the girl whose breasts you were currently lodged between was anything but calm.
And on a side note, it would definitely be more comfortable (or at least less noisy) for you if Izumi got her heart rate under control. Her pounding hear beats were shaking you up something fierce, being caught between the two jiggling globes of flesh!
How long would you be stuck in Izumi's cleavage for? You weren't exaggerating when you acknowledged the thought that every boy at school would've given his left arm to be in the position you were in right now. And while you knew that neither you or Izumi had intended for this to happen, you couldn't deny the facts- you enjoyed it too. You were a healthy, teenage boy after all.
'Nothing I can do... I guess I'll just have to 'wait it out' until class is done and she can take me out her cleavage.'
*Ba-bump*
*Ba-bump*
At least Izumi seemed to be calming down. Her heart rate wasn't as wild as it was earlier, rather than a frantic pounding that sent ripples through her massive breasts, it was now a steady, faint beat. In fact... it actually felt... kind of soothing.
If you'd thought it was cozy snuggling up to Izumi's underwear-covered rump under her skirt earlier, this was cozy on an entirely different level. Pillow-soft flesh pressed over you from every angle, your tiny body was gently rocked by Izumi's faintly-swaying breasts... once again, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. And you'd never felt so protected- Izumi's huge, soft breasts could shield you from any threat!
You didn't know how Izumi would react to finding you sleeping in her cleavage, but what else could you do? It was a struggle to stay awake as warm and cozy as you were, and despite the situation you figured Izumi would prefer that you were asleep (and thus, motionless) rather than actively squirming about between her breasts during class.
'Sorry Izumi, I hope... you don't... get mad...' Came your last thoughts as you closed your eyes, the wave of exhaustion finally overtaking you. This was, without a doubt, the weirdest day in your whole life, and you'd had some weird ones. Hotaru had cooked up some crazy inventions in the past. Still, nothing out-weirded her shrink ray.
The sound of Izumi's strong, steady heartbeat resonated in your ears. It would be some time before you woke up.
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'Oh man, what do I do? What do I do?' Izumi thought to herself. She couldn't ask to be excused again, not with the lunch period having ended so little time ago.
Which meant...
She'd probably have to leave Shujin in there for the entire class period!
'Oh, why did I have to miss catching him... At least he's not moving in there... I don't know if I'd be able to keep quiet if he was moving in there...' Izumi thought to herself. She was a growing girl, and she couldn't deny that it felt strangely thrilling to feel that tiny little body squeeze between her huge boobs! Of course, this was the classroom- where she was currently surrounded by other students! In other words, the last place for Izumi to focus on the erotic feeling in her chest. She'd die of shame and mortification if she let out any moans or sighs of pleasure!
'S-sorry, Shujin! Just... put up with it for a while longer! I'll take you out of there as soon as I get the chance to!' Izumi mentally told herself. This just felt wrong! Logically Izumi knew that Shujin was probably enjoying this too (he was a boy after all, and polite or not what boy wouldn't want to get acquainted with her boobs in such a personal manner?) There was a little voice in the back of Izumi's mind yelling at her and demanding that she punish the 'filthy pervert' for daring to bury himself between her breasts, but the much larger (and more rational) part of Izumi's mind was screaming at her that it was her own fault for getting Shujin caught in between her breasts in the first place. This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't lost her cool before class had started!
'Ugh... at least... at least he's safe. I hope... If he'd been on my desk when those buttons popped off my shirt, he might've lost his head... literally.' Death by speeding button. Talk about an embarrassing way to go.
"Aoyama-san?"
"W-what?!"
"Uh... I was just asking you what the answer to question 3 was. Were you not paying attention?"
"N-no, Nakamura-sensei! S-sorry, I just got distracted!" Izumi blurted out, cheeks burning. That was a slip up- she'd spent so much time agonizing over her and Shujin's predicament that she'd completely forgotten to pay attention to the teacher!
"Well, if you'd like to prove to the class that you weren't tuning out my lesson, why don't you come on up here and right the answer on the board," the teacher stated, using the marker in his hand to point out a question on the whiteboard in the classroom.
"R-right now?" Izumi asked, voice wavering. No, no, no! If she went up right now the whole class would see that she'd popped those buttons off of her shirt!
"Yes, now. Unless you'd rather explain to the class just what's so important that you'd rather focus on it than on the lesson."
"N-no... I'll be right up..."
*Gulp*
"Izumi let out a breath and stood up from her seat, shielding the exposed portion of her bosom from view as best as possible. The question on the board was fairly difficult, but it looked exactly like one of the examples she'd recorded in her notes.
Okay, this... this could work. No one else could see it except for Izumi, but there was a large amount of paper just barely within her line of sight, multiple folded-up tucked away both underneath her shirt and in the (very large) cups of her bra.
Never before would Izumi thought to have used her prodigious bosom as hidden storage space for 'secret' papers, but recent events in the last few weeks had led to her discovering the previously unrealized function that her enormous bust had.
A few minutes later, the teacher was applauding as Izumi stepped away from the whiteboard, a very complex (and 100% correct) answer now written on the board. A bashful Izumi stepped away from the board, still making sure that she had one arm draped protectively over her massive chest to hide the gap in her shirt from view.
"Good job, Izumi!"
"Wow, I definitely wouldn't have been able to solve that..."
Izumi smiled as she walked back to her seat, enjoying the appreciative whistles and cheers from some of the girls in the class (appreciative of her brains, not her boobs.) The guys in class for once didn't seem to be staring at her giant tits like a bunch of drooling apes either. If the rest of the day could go like this, it'd be a pretty good day for Izumi.
Of course, she did feel a little sting of guilt in the back of her mind- she hadn't exactly earned that praise.
As ridiculous as it was, hiding papers under your shirt (and in your bra) was still cheating, no two ways about it.
Though right now, it wasn't only cheat sheets she had hidden in her bra...
'Just hang in there a little longer, Shujin. I'll get out as soon as class is over!'
-------------Some time later--------
As if fate itself was conspiring against Izumi, her plan to retrieve Shujin from her cleavage didn't end up happening. In fact, the absolute opposite happened!
It was now the end of the freaking school day, and Izumi was currently walking home, Shujin still snugly concealed within her cleavage!
She'd gone from one class to the next as busy as a bee- Kiyoko had needed help passing out fliers for the newspaper club right after she'd finished algebra. She wasn't exactly friends with the newspaper club member (there was just something... off, about Kiyoko that unsettled Izumi), and then she'd gone straight into a very busy chemistry lab session.
She'd decided that it would've been safer for the tiny Shujin to not involve him in the class, as there had been a fair amount of fumes in the room, and Izumi didn't want to find out the hard way if they were more harmful to the tiny boy stowed away in her cleavage.
So Shujin had remained in her cleavage for another complete class period!
And then after that there had been some kind of incident in the soccer club's storage shed, so Izumi had helped Ai out getting things cleaned up. Ai was one of her closest friends at school, and a regular work out/sparring partner, so Izumi didn't mind being late to class to help her friend out, especially when she was desperately asking Izumi for help. Of course, it had meant that she'd missed another chance to take Shujin out of her cleavage, but still...
And then last period of Izumi's school day had ended with her passing by the library to return a textbook... only to end up smacking the crap out of some jerks harassing her quiet friend Ayano (the busty one, not the tiny game-obsessed one.)
Izumi had been so caught up in dealing with those losers that she'd been halfway back to her house before she realized that she'd completely forgotten to take Shujin out of her cleavage when school had ended!
'Uh... whoops! B-better late than never, right?' Izumi's cheeks were bright red as she unlocked the door to her house.
Finally in the privacy of her own house, Izumi could get changed out of her school clothes and get comfortable (she'd ended up finding some safety pins to force the blouse closed at school.)
But first...
"Please be okay! Shujin, I'm so sorry I left you in there for so long!" Sure, he'd probably enjoyed it at first, but realistically who'd like being pinned in a tight, dark, claustrophobic space for so long? Her boobs may have been huge and soft, but Izumi didn't think that even a boy would want to be trapped between them unable to do anything for several hours.
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