Her mom wasn't home right now, which worked in Izumi's favor- her mom was helping out with the opening of a new restaurant in a city in one of the neighboring provinces, and would likely be out of town for another week or two. In other words, Izumi had the house to herself, and she didn't need to worry about her mom finding her tiny stowaway.
Setting her school supplies down as soon as she crossed the threshold, Izumi dashed up the nearby staircase to her home's second floor, aiming to get to her room with as little delay as possible.
Shujin had been trapped in between her massive breasts for upwards of three hours, and as oddly thrilling as it felt knowing that she could literally hide somebody's entire existence between her boobs.
Now in the privacy and security of her own room, Izumi quickly began undoing the buttons on her shirt, first removing the safety pins she'd used to replace the missing two buttons. Once those were gone, she worked her way down starting from the collar until each button was undone (some being quite a bit more strained than others.)
By the time she was done, Izumi was left standing next to her bed with a change of simple, comfy clothes on it- shorts and a loose t-shirt- while still half-dressed in her school clothes. Her skirt and socks were still on, but her shirt was completely open, the edges of it being pushed to the side as her massive, bra-clad breasts proudly jutted out from her torso.
'Okay, here goes... please be okay, Shujin!'
Slipping her hand into her own cleavage (and wasn't that a weird enough thing to do?) Izumi fished around trying to pull the little guy out. There had been no movement or noise of any kind from her bosom ever since he'd ended up in there in the first place, and... a small part of Izumi was freaking out because of that.
At least finding him was easy. Or rather, considering that she could feel him she didn't need to look for him- just get her hand down into her massive chasm of cleavage and retrieve him.
Hopefully he wouldn't be mad at her for leaving him lost in 'the Aoyama mountain range' for so long...
Her fingers made contact, and as gracefully as she could, she pulled Shujin from the plump depths of her bosom (it wasn't easy, considering that her bra was a slightly older one, and thus a bit tighter than her newer ones.)
Izumi brought the boy in her hand up to her face.
There was no sign of motion from him.
'Oh crap, oh crap, oh Crap! He... he didn't suffocate did he?!' Izumi had heard enough cracks and jokes at her boobs (and her) expense to know that a great many of the boys at school had joked about her smothering them with her massive tits. Like hell such a thing would ever come to pass- none of those jerks were going to be touching more than her knees, her feet, or her fists, and that would only be when she was pummeling them!
But... right now Izumi was really hoping that she hadn't inadvertently carried out what was a desire of many of her male schoolmates. She had no desire to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and as painless as it was, she didn't want to choke someone out with her boobs if she couldn't help it!
'Oh, damn it! Of all the days to wear one of my oldest bras... I knew I should've worn a newer one!' Izumi moaned in her head, berating herself for having seemingly made things harder on Shujin. It was true though, the bra she was wearing was one of her oldest ones (that still fit), and while her mom and her weren't short on cash (or even close to it), she'd been raised to save money wherever possible.
Hence why the old bra- plain white and not particularly flattering, but comfy enough (which was really the only thing that mattered to Izumi) has stayed in circulation in Izumi's wardrobe.
'M-maybe if I'd worn one that wasn't as tight as this one, he would've been able to struggle free? Oh, it's no use in thinking about any of that now! It's... too late to help him!'
Izumi continued to fret, the poor girl wondering just what she was supposed to do now that it looked like her legendary bustline had brought about an ignoble end for her classmate. Fortunately, that was not what fate had in store at this time for either the hugely-buxom girl or her companion, as at that point...
"Mgh..."
"Shujin?!"
Wha- I-Izumi?"
"Oh, thank God you're okay! I thought... I thought that you suffocated in there!"
Izumi's face broke out into a huge, relieved smiled as she gazed over the boy in her hand, bringing him up to her face so that she could properly examine him.
"No... I don't know if that was ever a risk, so I'm sorry if I made you worry. Honestly? I think... I think I fell asleep pretty soon after I, uh... ended up in there."
"A-asleep?" Izumi couldn't stop herself from stuttering in confusion. Shujin had been asleep in her cleavage this whole time? That was...
"Snrk..."
"Uh... Izumi?"
"Hee hee... Hah hah hah! Oh, that's actually pretty funny! So, how was it? You get a nice, relaxing sleep between my tits?" Izumi cooed, feeling... surprisingly brazen. She wasn't sure what exactly had gotten into her, but it was really fun seeing the way the tiny boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree as she leaned forwards, giving him a near unobstructed view of her massive breasts- covered in nothing more than her white bra.
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Holy cow... was this really happening? Izumi Aoyama, who many boys (and some girls) argued was the single hottest girl in school- was flirting with you! And damn, she wasn't being shy about it either. *Gulp*
You couldn't believe that you'd been between those giant balloons until just a minute ago. Izumi's breasts weren't just gigantic- they were perfectly shaped, super-soft...
Those creamy, pale globes were perfect in every way. And Izumi, despite the fact that a great many boys at school didn't pay attention to anything other than her two biggest physical traits- had way more going for her than just a pair of ginormous boobs!
Her eyes were an alluring, mysterious red (yes, that was correct- her irises actually were a bright ruby red. You didn't know how that was possible.) Her face was flawless, free of any sort of acne or smudges, and by the look of it you weren't sure if Izumi was wearing any makeup to begin with. She was just that naturally gorgeous. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of blue...
And though you couldn't see it right now (what with Izumi teasingly leaning over you with her titanic bra clad breasts directly below you, you'd seen a flash of a very toned stomach. She didn't have a six-pack or anything close to it, but she sure didn't have much excess fat on her either.
"Well? How'd it feel taking a nap in there, sleepy head?"
"Um, good! Really, really good!" You managed to squeak out. Despite being friends with a girl all of your life, you'd never experienced anything like this with Hotaru. There was a pretty steep difference between the tomboy inventor and the busty beauty holding you in front of her face!
And where was all this coming from?! It really didn't seem like Izumi to act this way at all! You weren't going to lie- you were thrilled by how things were going... it just didn't seem like it was normal of Izumi, though.
As if her thoughts were syncing up with your own, Izumi seemed to undergo a cognitive reboot in front of your eyes...
The girl holding you straightened up, still keeping you in front of her face, while her other hand went to snatch the edges of her open shirt, tugging them together in an attempt to try and hide some of her massive bust from view. A rosy blush lit up her cheeks as her ruby eyes widened.
"S-Shujin! I-I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me just now!"
"Don't... don't worry about it, Izumi. I think both of us just got a little excited right now."
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"Y-yeah... I think I was just really happy that I didn't accidentally smother you with my boobs, and just sort of... lost control?" Oh God, how she supposed to look him in the face? Izumi could feel her heart beating a mile a minute, her cheeks were so hot it felt like they were burning, and her shirt was still unbuttoned, meaning she had a US Grand Canyon amount of cleavage on display!
'WHY the hell did I do that just now?! He's a nice guy, sure, but that doesn't mean I think he's boyfriend material! Oh, what would my mom say if she saw me showing my boobs to a guy I just met?! She'd kill me if she found out!' The one small mercy here was that at least Izumi had been wearing a bra when she'd decided to tease Shujin.
"Well... let's just chalk this up to, um... hormones, or nerves or something. You're glad I'm alive, I'm glad I'm alive... if it's too embarrassing to think about, let's just try and move on." Shujin suggested.
That worked for Izumi. This lapse in judgement (more like temporary insanity to her) was something she wanted to forget about right away.
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1) Izumi sneezes, accidentally dropping you over her chest once again. This time you come to a soft landing bouncing atop on boob rather than sliding into her cleavage. As you come to a stop, you see something that looks like... paper- a lot of paper- stuffed into her bra...
2) Izumi asks you turn away while she changes into her home clothes.
3) Izumi starts changing into sportswear, having an afternoon workout session/sparring practice to get to.
Setting her school supplies down as soon as she crossed the threshold, Izumi dashed up the nearby staircase to her home's second floor, aiming to get to her room with as little delay as possible.
Shujin had been trapped in between her massive breasts for upwards of three hours, and as oddly thrilling as it felt knowing that she could literally hide somebody's entire existence between her boobs.
Now in the privacy and security of her own room, Izumi quickly began undoing the buttons on her shirt, first removing the safety pins she'd used to replace the missing two buttons. Once those were gone, she worked her way down starting from the collar until each button was undone (some being quite a bit more strained than others.)
By the time she was done, Izumi was left standing next to her bed with a change of simple, comfy clothes on it- shorts and a loose t-shirt- while still half-dressed in her school clothes. Her skirt and socks were still on, but her shirt was completely open, the edges of it being pushed to the side as her massive, bra-clad breasts proudly jutted out from her torso.
'Okay, here goes... please be okay, Shujin!'
Slipping her hand into her own cleavage (and wasn't that a weird enough thing to do?) Izumi fished around trying to pull the little guy out. There had been no movement or noise of any kind from her bosom ever since he'd ended up in there in the first place, and... a small part of Izumi was freaking out because of that.
At least finding him was easy. Or rather, considering that she could feel him she didn't need to look for him- just get her hand down into her massive chasm of cleavage and retrieve him.
Hopefully he wouldn't be mad at her for leaving him lost in 'the Aoyama mountain range' for so long...
Her fingers made contact, and as gracefully as she could, she pulled Shujin from the plump depths of her bosom (it wasn't easy, considering that her bra was a slightly older one, and thus a bit tighter than her newer ones.)
Izumi brought the boy in her hand up to her face.
There was no sign of motion from him.
'Oh crap, oh crap, oh Crap! He... he didn't suffocate did he?!' Izumi had heard enough cracks and jokes at her boobs (and her) expense to know that a great many of the boys at school had joked about her smothering them with her massive tits. Like hell such a thing would ever come to pass- none of those jerks were going to be touching more than her knees, her feet, or her fists, and that would only be when she was pummeling them!
But... right now Izumi was really hoping that she hadn't inadvertently carried out what was a desire of many of her male schoolmates. She had no desire to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, and as painless as it was, she didn't want to choke someone out with her boobs if she couldn't help it!
'Oh, damn it! Of all the days to wear one of my oldest bras... I knew I should've worn a newer one!' Izumi moaned in her head, berating herself for having seemingly made things harder on Shujin. It was true though, the bra she was wearing was one of her oldest ones (that still fit), and while her mom and her weren't short on cash (or even close to it), she'd been raised to save money wherever possible.
Hence why the old bra- plain white and not particularly flattering, but comfy enough (which was really the only thing that mattered to Izumi) has stayed in circulation in Izumi's wardrobe.
'M-maybe if I'd worn one that wasn't as tight as this one, he would've been able to struggle free? Oh, it's no use in thinking about any of that now! It's... too late to help him!'
Izumi continued to fret, the poor girl wondering just what she was supposed to do now that it looked like her legendary bustline had brought about an ignoble end for her classmate. Fortunately, that was not what fate had in store at this time for either the hugely-buxom girl or her companion, as at that point...
"Mgh..."
"Shujin?!"
Wha- I-Izumi?"
"Oh, thank God you're okay! I thought... I thought that you suffocated in there!"
Izumi's face broke out into a huge, relieved smiled as she gazed over the boy in her hand, bringing him up to her face so that she could properly examine him.
"No... I don't know if that was ever a risk, so I'm sorry if I made you worry. Honestly? I think... I think I fell asleep pretty soon after I, uh... ended up in there."
"A-asleep?" Izumi couldn't stop herself from stuttering in confusion. Shujin had been asleep in her cleavage this whole time? That was...
"Snrk..."
"Uh... Izumi?"
"Hee hee... Hah hah hah! Oh, that's actually pretty funny! So, how was it? You get a nice, relaxing sleep between my tits?" Izumi cooed, feeling... surprisingly brazen. She wasn't sure what exactly had gotten into her, but it was really fun seeing the way the tiny boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree as she leaned forwards, giving him a near unobstructed view of her massive breasts- covered in nothing more than her white bra.
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Holy cow... was this really happening? Izumi Aoyama, who many boys (and some girls) argued was the single hottest girl in school- was flirting with you! And damn, she wasn't being shy about it either. *Gulp*
You couldn't believe that you'd been between those giant balloons until just a minute ago. Izumi's breasts weren't just gigantic- they were perfectly shaped, super-soft...
Those creamy, pale globes were perfect in every way. And Izumi, despite the fact that a great many boys at school didn't pay attention to anything other than her two biggest physical traits- had way more going for her than just a pair of ginormous boobs!
Her eyes were an alluring, mysterious red (yes, that was correct- her irises actually were a bright ruby red. You didn't know how that was possible.) Her face was flawless, free of any sort of acne or smudges, and by the look of it you weren't sure if Izumi was wearing any makeup to begin with. She was just that naturally gorgeous. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of blue...
And though you couldn't see it right now (what with Izumi teasingly leaning over you with her titanic bra clad breasts directly below you, you'd seen a flash of a very toned stomach. She didn't have a six-pack or anything close to it, but she sure didn't have much excess fat on her either.
"Well? How'd it feel taking a nap in there, sleepy head?"
"Um, good! Really, really good!" You managed to squeak out. Despite being friends with a girl all of your life, you'd never experienced anything like this with Hotaru. There was a pretty steep difference between the tomboy inventor and the busty beauty holding you in front of her face!
And where was all this coming from?! It really didn't seem like Izumi to act this way at all! You weren't going to lie- you were thrilled by how things were going... it just didn't seem like it was normal of Izumi, though.
As if her thoughts were syncing up with your own, Izumi seemed to undergo a cognitive reboot in front of your eyes...
The girl holding you straightened up, still keeping you in front of her face, while her other hand went to snatch the edges of her open shirt, tugging them together in an attempt to try and hide some of her massive bust from view. A rosy blush lit up her cheeks as her ruby eyes widened.
"S-Shujin! I-I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me just now!"
"Don't... don't worry about it, Izumi. I think both of us just got a little excited right now."
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"Y-yeah... I think I was just really happy that I didn't accidentally smother you with my boobs, and just sort of... lost control?" Oh God, how she supposed to look him in the face? Izumi could feel her heart beating a mile a minute, her cheeks were so hot it felt like they were burning, and her shirt was still unbuttoned, meaning she had a US Grand Canyon amount of cleavage on display!
'WHY the hell did I do that just now?! He's a nice guy, sure, but that doesn't mean I think he's boyfriend material! Oh, what would my mom say if she saw me showing my boobs to a guy I just met?! She'd kill me if she found out!' The one small mercy here was that at least Izumi had been wearing a bra when she'd decided to tease Shujin.
"Well... let's just chalk this up to, um... hormones, or nerves or something. You're glad I'm alive, I'm glad I'm alive... if it's too embarrassing to think about, let's just try and move on." Shujin suggested.
That worked for Izumi. This lapse in judgement (more like temporary insanity to her) was something she wanted to forget about right away.
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1) Izumi sneezes, accidentally dropping you over her chest once again. This time you come to a soft landing bouncing atop on boob rather than sliding into her cleavage. As you come to a stop, you see something that looks like... paper- a lot of paper- stuffed into her bra...
2) Izumi asks you turn away while she changes into her home clothes.
3) Izumi starts changing into sportswear, having an afternoon workout session/sparring practice to get to.
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