Bo-ram was tired.

 

 

 

She had been a manager at her company for a while. She got promoted after a few years of dedicated hard work, combine with her work ethics and thankfully she was just glad her work was appreciated enough for such a promotion.

 

 

 

Because back before, her boss was a terrible lazy man. Dumping work to either her or anyone if she's not home bedridden sick. She pray to herself if she ever get a manager position she would never do something like that.

 

 

 

Now at said Manager Position, she's starting to understand why her old boss would give his work to his juniors. Still not pushing them, Bo-ram thought to herself. But every now and then she has this urge to do so.

 

 

 

Especially since her paperwork consisted of Document jarbles, numbers that while made sense somehow it just doesn't, corporate lingo that looks like it came from another planet. Or perhaps she's just that tired from signing and double checking the stack of paper.

 

 

 

She can't even rushed them cause that would risk her position. It's only a band-aid solution anyways.

 

 

 

So she's stuck in a cycle of stress. Going to work, do paperwork ti'll midnight, go home via train and sleep. For every week, every month and almost every year. Except for holidays and vacation days but even those aren't enough... Cause what would she do that day?!

 

 

 

At least out of all this paperwork there's somebody that helped her a bit. 

 

 

 

Natsuki Itou, her junior who moved here from the Japan-branch. A tanned girl that has every man in the office locker on to her. She has the biggest chest, big enough you'd think it's a boobjob or the fact that her back could break from such a sheer weight, if you didn't realize she was an athlete as well, a damn strong one at that. Lifting two entire concrete pipes like a super.

 

 

 

Natsuki Itou's sometimes scary. Since when Bo-ram talks to her, she can't gauge her tone of emotion and her sanpaku eyes were sharp and cold. She always speaks in such a dead monotone it felt like she was just waiting for her comedian partner to pop out and scream on top of their lungs an unfunny jone like some duo in a  skit.

 

 

 

 

 

 It didn't help that she's 4"6 when her junior is taller than her. Twice around 7"0.

 

 

 

 

 

Despite that, she's very understanding. She does her job very well and whenever Bo-ram felt stress she has a coffee on her day with a stickynote of a drawn smiley face.

 

 

 

That coffee mug was Natsuki's personal mug. Guess she didn't realize Bo-ram kept eye on her a lot. Her interest, what her juniors likes and dislikes are and proper ways to guide her so her work is fast and efficient accordingly.

 

 

 

Although sometimes communicating with her directly can be a tad bit hard since, for whatever reason she seems to be kind of shy with Bo-ram as they can't seem to see each other face-to-face.

 

 

 

That was until one day.

 

 

 

It goes as usual as her schedule for weekdays.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bo-ram would get up, shower, getting ready while eating breakfast. Take the train, go to work ti'll midnight and go back home tired and exhausted. Recover, then repeat.

 

 

 

Her usual schedule.

 

 

 

Granted every now and then some unexpected thing may have caused her blood to boil at times. From printer not working, coffee machine clogs. As if those aren't bad enough she has to sort through stacks upon stacks of paper, to sort, sigh, double check and everything a manager should do...

 

 

 

She's tired, way to tired for this.

 

 

 

If this keeps up she might died from exhaustion, cause this shit hurts her mentally.  

 

 

 

God, I need a break... Bo-ram thought. And she took a nap. On the way home using the train...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bo-ram woke up in an unfamiliar location. It was somewhat damp, slick and slippery as if the whole area is covered in lotion and oil. Oily lotion. The smell was intoxicatingly sweet, as it just waved in and overwhelmed her in a snap.

 

 

 

Where am I? She asked herself.

 

 

 

She began standing up, only to slip from the oily surface and planted her body to be the back of something soft. An enormous light brown wall scaling upwards above. Though it looks like a mound if anything, sagging down like a teardrop.

 

 

 

She realize that in front of her as well, the same wall mound. Soft and slick just like whatever the floor is. It felt unnaturally warm. 

 

 

 

This place is weird, is this hell? It felt way to comfortable to be hell. 

 

 

 

Bo-ram remembered she was on a train back home... But that was it before she took a nap. 

 

 

 

Maybe this was a dream? But what kind of dream? And why does it feel so... Real. 

 

 

 

Whatever thoughts or ideas came from Bo-ram, is quickly interrupted by the tremornof the ground. An earthquake unlike anything she had ever felt.

 

 

 

The whole area started collapsing, tightening itself. The docile teardrop mounds began reacting by itself. As if it's concious, both of those mounds came closer and closer to her and began crushing and pinning her together. Unable to escape or fall down as her worldview flipped.

 

 

 

Darkness enveloped her surrounding. She can't see anything. This place is hot too, too hot for her body too handle.

 

 

 

But oddly, strangely, it wasn't a bad place to be stuck in. 

 

 

 

In fact there was an odd comfort to it. Even if the area is hot, it's less of like scalding heat and more into a sauna of all things.

 

 

 

Because of how soft and squishy the wall is and coupled with the smooth and slipperyness of whatever this surface is. She felt absolute joy and comfort with simply being stuck between the two mysterious mounds.

 

 

 

And what felt like a lifted burden, she went right back to sleep. Drowned in comfort of this warm place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Bo-ram awoke, the first thing she realized was the area was a bit more humid. There were droplets of what felt like sweat, she can clearly see what her surrounding looks like. Tanned human skin all around her.

 

 

 

Then she soon realized just where exactly she is, as light began to shine when a shadow looms above some white fabric, un-buttoning and opening it. She was between the cleavage of her junior, Itou.

 

 

 

Red blush suddenly appeared on her face, fully embraced on how and why she was here in the first place. Did she pick her up? Did she shrink her?

 

 

 

 

 

What the fuck? What the fuck?  Was all she could think about.

 

 

 

 

 

Bo-ram then assumed she might not realized she's here between her gran valley size cleavage, as the next few hours proves so.

 

 

 

She would walk around, not a care in the world if her breast bounce so extreme it shakes Bo-ram out of it like some bouncy castle while smothering her body like being in the middle of a sumo wrestlers match.

 

 

 

She would talk to her co-worker, janitor or attend meeting and not one would stare at Itou's cleavage to see a tiny Bo-ram trying to get out.

 

 

 

There was a small period of time where Itou's shirt was buttoned again and Bo-ram had to try to hold onto anything when she decided to go to the bathroom, 

 

 

 

 

 

Eugh... The smell was horrible... Bo-ram thought.

 

 

 

Every action she makes Itou's jiggly skin and flesh of her boobs would smother and hug Bo-ram to submission. It would push her left and right, slather her in her sweat, cream and perfume and would constantly pin her down so she had to sniff her body odor hard. 

 

 

 

There were even times she was thrown to the soft fabric of Itou's shirt and down to her nipple patch where she was pinned by her black patch nipples. That was not fun at all.

 

 

 

And yet the rest she grew comfortable, her body felt like it was massaged. A therapeutic living bounce house, no one will ever believe her.

 

 

 

But question still arises... How she got her, if her junior even notice her. Why she's here. Sometimes she was worried if she ever goes back to normal.

 

 

 

On a train station back home. Bo-ram had finally been able to focus herself and climb out of her junior's comfortable boob cell. Where she was greeted by the cold dead eyes of Itou's, but this time she knew she must be as surprised as her.

 

 

 

"Oh, hello Ma'am. Are you awake already."

 

 

 

Nevermind.

 

 

 

"I did not want to wake you up after you sleep so peacefully in there. I hope you don't mind the sweat dripping down." Itou replied, deadpanned.

 

 

 

Bo-ram does mind, well a little, but she still does. She demanded answers.

 

 

 

"You've been stressing alot lately, you had so many paperwork and you didn't even push it to me. You're eyes even started to strain, you've also been slouching. 

 

 

 

I know you wanted to be a responsible senior and be an example and everything. But your trying to kill yourself if you kept that up." Itou's face shifted to... Worry? That's the first Bo-ram had ever saw emotion from her.

 

 

 

"I've been asking you to take a rest and let me do half your work remember?"

 

 

 

Bo-ram slightly remember, her focus unfortunately can't be shifted since the paperwork pile was still important to be finished by the end of the day. She thought she was being nice doing all this work and not pushing it to her juniors so they could just go home and not stay at the office for their unpaid overtime.

 

 

 

"Well. I had to intervene, I... Had this little gadget I found in my house a few months ago. A shrink ray." Bo-ram took out a silver raygun from her pocket. "I don't know how it got there, I pushed the trigger playing around with it one time and endee up shrinking my table."

 

 

 

Bo-ram looked at the gun, something like that exist? She thought, She told Itou to unshrink her.

 

 

 

"No, not after you've done relaxing. You still look stressed out, with that big eyebag. But do not worry Ma'am, I'll make sure to take care of you back to full health."

 

 

 

All that effort for Bo-ram to climb her juniors busoms, easily toppled as Itou shoved her deep between her tits again. She felt betrayed, aroused and glad her junior was helping her. If not for the fact this is essentially kidnapping.

 

 

 

Howevermuch she tried protesting to such an overly elaborate way of making her more lax, Itou would be as deaf as she did before, ignoring her little senior unable to escape her buxom prison, slowly melting away her thoughts to nothing but arousal and pleasure...