You were stuck. Metaphorically, not physically. Well, there wasn't anywhere you could go- Izumi was holding you in one hand and the drop from her hand to the floor would be fatal. Not that you were planning on getting out of this moral conundrum with a suicide leap, you weren't anywhere near that desperate.

Still, this was a really awkward situation.

But...

As Izumi stared down at you with a worried frown on her face, the more you thought about it...

The more you realized that you really didn't have any right to judge her. It was her life and her decision to cheat, and honestly?

She was cheating in a truly devilishly clever manner. She'd thought it through, made sure that she had an excuse on how to not get caught, and implemented it months ago, apparently. And in all this time no one was any the wiser.

And...

A glance down had your cheeks heating up. The whole time Izumi had been holding you, she'd neglected to close or button her shirt, leaving her enormous chest bulging outwards mere inches from your tiny body.

Your tiny body which could easily be swallowed up by those massive mammaries. Your tiny body had been lost between them for hours earlier!

*Gulp*

Wow, was it just you, or was it getting warmer in here.

"Hot..."

Izumi's frown changed into an expression of confusion.

"What was that?"

Crap, had you said that out loud? Well... nothing else for it, you were going to have to bite the bullet. Time to come clean with how you felt about Izumi cheating... by hiding notes in her bra and under her shirt.

"I said... I said I think it's hot."

Izumi's cheeks flushed an adorable shade of rosy red.

"You... huh?!" The blue-haired babe's eyes were widened practically to the size of dinner plates! You actually laughed at the dumbfounded look on Izumi's face; whatever answer she'd been expecting from you, it hadn't been that.

Yeah, on one hand you didn't really like the idea of someone cheating in academics. But on the other hand, you didn't know what kind of situation Izumi was in. And much more importantly to this specific situation...

You were a healthy 16 year old boy, and you'd just discovered that the legendarily-stacked hottie at your school was smuggling notes around in her bra. How could you NOT think that was super hot?!

"I... you... you think it's hot?!"

"Uh... yeah?" You responded lamely. Well... shit. What now? You'd just openly told the girl- who's hatred of perverts was well-known at your school, that you thought something she'd been doing was erotic.

Closing your eyes, you prepared for... well, some kind of retribution. You hoped Izumi held back, at your size even a 'gentle' punch from her might seriously injure you.

But no punch came. Neither did her hand squeeze around you, let you fall, or send you flying. Instead, you found yourself gently placed onto the wooden surface of Izumi's desk, before...

"Hee hee... Hah hah hah!" Izumi was laughing! The girl giggled and shook with mirth, which did wonderful things for her humongous, half-naked chest. Seeing those colossal globes shaking and swaying in her bra conjured up the image of a barely-restrained avalanche.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Shujin. But... that was the last thing I ever thought you were going to say. But... you really don't have a problem with me cheating?"

"Well... the more I thought about it, Izumi, I decided that I don't have a right to tell you how to live or what choices you make. Besides, were both highschoolers. I've definitely done some stuff I don't want the teachers finding out about.

Like all the times you'd snuck into the science lab with Hotaru. Seriously, you and your tech-wiz friend were practically the king and queen of trespassing on school property by now.

To your unspoken disappointment, Izumi finally remembered that her shirt was hanging open, and rectified that 'mistake.' Your heart sank further with each button that was closed by her, though by the end of the 30-second process you were left wondering how much strain each button was under... Izumi wasn't even breathing heavily, and you could visibly see the fabric around each button crinkling with each breath the hugely-buxom girl took. Likewise, the safety-pins replacing her missing buttons looked ready to snap under the pressure her mighty bosom exerted on them!

"Well... I'm glad that we aren't getting off on the wrong foot, Shujin. And... I'm glad that you're taking my side in this."

It went unspoken on your part that siding against Izumi would've been enormously counter productive. She'd brought you back to her house out of the goodness of her heart, and pissing her off would've torpedoed your efforts to get back to normal. With Hotaru in the wind, Izumi was the only person around who knew about your plight, and you needed to make sure you stayed on her good side.

Before you could do anything, Izumi picked you up again, moving with you onto her bed, which she sank back on with a soft thump.

The blue-haired girl let out a sigh as she reclined on her bed.

"Wow... what a day... I find out that one of my friends is a mad scientist who accidentally shrunk her other friend down to the size of my thumb, I make friends with said shrunken guy, oh, and I also lost him in my boobs for like, half of the school day!"

"If it makes you feel any better, Izumi, I'm glad to have made a new friend too." You said from your position on the covers of the bed next to Izumi's head. She turned to face you, and for a moment you were blown away by the sheer gorgeousness of Izumi's face. Flawless, smooth skin, those beautiful eyes...

Hotaru was a fairly cute girl, but Izumi was just... damn. There was no one else on her level in the whole school!

Said gorgeous girl let out an amused, if unladylike snort.

"Hmph. What, no comments on how you were stuck in my cleavage for half of the day?"

This sounded like a trick question.

"Uh... if it makes you feel any better, I was asleep for most of it?" Izumi rolled her eyes at your response, but didn't seem angry or agitated, which you took as a sign of success.

Then, she did something you never would've seen coming in a million years.

Izumi rolled over on her bed, repositioning herself so that she was crouching on her bed on her hands and knees, with her face about a foot over your tiny body.

And in front of you, mere inches from your feet, her titanic breasts were brushing the surface of her bed. Sure, she might've been wearing her shirt closed now, but the sheer size and proximity of those zeppelins, combined with the rather, uh... intimidating angle she was at, made this particular situation really erotic.

And then she spoke.

There was a smile on her face. Not a gentle one, but not a mean one either. No, Izumi looked... playful? Teasing? You felt like a tiny little mouse with a huge cat looming over it.

"Well... I guess it's too bad you slept through the day, Shujin. Do you know how many of your classmates would kill for even one minute of the experience you got to spend an entire afternoon in?"

"Um, maybe-"

"That was rhetorical, little guy. Hmm... But it makes me think... well, maybe now on my notes aren't going to be the only thing I'm keeping hidden inside my bra..."

What?

Did Izumi just say what you thought she'd said? Yeah, she'd said it clearly, there was pretty much no way to interpret some kind of double meaning from that.

Your mouth was going dry. Holy crap, this was actually happening.

The single hottest, bustiest girl in the entire school, possibly even in the entire town- was flirting with you, and not only that... but flirting aggressively!

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If you'd told Izumi Aoyama that she'd be teasing a boy with her boobs as a second year high school student, she would have laughed in your face.

But here she was, flirting with a cute boy! Maybe she was over-correcting, or maybe it was the stress and nerves of the day getting to her. But she'd been through all of her middle school years, and a year and a quarter of high school, and this was the first boy she'd been able to have an actual conversation with!

He was a boy who she knew wouldn't use her just because she had giant boobs. He was a nice, polite guy... who also happened to be completely dependent on her right now. Izumi wasn't a bad girl, but after having endured years as the object of lust for so many other people, the idea of a boyfriend who had to rely on her for everything was a rush of power that she'd never experienced!

Of course, she had absolutely no intentions of mistreating her little buddy, but... yeah, she was already subconsciously 'bringing the big guns out' to try and win him over. Boys like him liked big boobs, and there was no one with more boob than her around!

Izumi just hoped that Shujin's relationship with Hotaru was an 'as friends' one. As much as she wanted a 'Mr. Right' boyfriend who was polite, nice, friendly, and wouldn't treat her as a slab of meat, she didn't want to steal someone else's boyfriend.

So, here she was, flirting with the guy that she'd brought home with her from school.

"I mean what I said, little guy. If you're stuck with me for the time being... well, what safer place is there for you? You might fall out of my skirt pocket, and you might get squashed in my book bag. So... where else can I keep you where I know you won't get lost AND be protected at the same time?"

Oh man... Izumi knew she'd taken the breath away from plenty of boys, but... seeing someone she was honestly considering as boyfriend material blushing from her actions made her feel warm inside.

Again, maybe she was moving too quickly. But... Shujin was a nice guy- the first nice guy Izumi had met in years, and she wasn't about to let the chance to finally have a boyfriend... or even a 'boy who was a friend' slip through her fingers!