Ride of a lifetime
Type-Moon Size Interactive
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
zikade
Strength drained from her fingers as Azaka’s grip on the pendant loosened. She looked down into the vast crevasse of cleavage that opened up beneath her dangling legs, mountainous breasts on either side of a valley that could easily swallow her up. Her fingers ached until they reached their breaking point, and Azaka’s heart leapt into her throat as she went into free-fall. Her descent came to an abrupt stop as she was squeezed on both sides by warm flesh up to her chin. Completely surrounded by cleavage, she was unable to even move a finger. Now a mere passenger, she Azaka could only watch as Touko finished up her investigation.
Azaka could only see the bottom of her teacher’s chin from her breast prison. Fortunately, the ride was pleasant, as Touko’s skin was warm and comfortable as got into her car and began the drive back to her studio. The tiny student was stunned that Touko didn’t even seem to notice that she was missing, much less that she was stuck between her boobs… but then again, the magus was a bit of an oddball. The myriad books, televisions, and random bits of junk strewn throughout the room told Azaka that they were back in Touko’s studio. The magus threw her a bunch of confiscated books on her messy desk, intending to go through the evidence later. A glimmer of hope flashed in Azaka’s eyes as Touko began to unbutton her shirt. She might finally be released from her booby purgatory, but she was also a bit embarrassed at watching her teacher get undressed. The shirt came off with a flurry, and the pressure surrounding Azaka was soon released as Touko spread her breasts apart with one hand, sending her tiny apprentice tumbling down into her other waiting hand. Cradled in Touko’s palm, Azaka looked past her teacher’s impressive bra-clad breasts and up at her grinning face.
“Enjoying the view?” Touko asked the shrunken girl.
“Wait, did you know I was there the whole time?!” Azaka shouted, perplexed.
“Of course. I sensed your presence in that room, and when I didn’t see you, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.”
“Then why didn’t you just rescue me?!”
“It was more fun to see how you’d react. Consider it a part of your training. Still, I’m surprised that you’d climb my body like that.”
Azaka growled in frustration at this last statement. This woman, to play around with her life like that…
“Anyway, I have to leave for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll figure out a way to get you back to normal,” Touko continued. “Shiki, please keep an eye on her.”
Azaka didn’t notice anyone else in the room, but sure enough, as Touko walked over towards the couch, there she was, staring ahead and sitting in stock silence. Was she there the whole time? That girl could sure be cat-like. Shiki wordlessly extended a hand, looking icily upon the tiny girl.
“Wait! Take me with you! Don’t leave me here with… her!” Azaka stammered. To be shrunken and left with her love rival, this was the worst kind of torture.
“Now, now. Play nice, you two,” Touko said, lowering her hand towards Shiki’s. Seeing no other choice, Azaka stepped off her teacher’s warm palm and into her rival’s hand. The same hand that can expertly wield a knife was now embracing the shrunken girl. Touko quickly redressed and left the studio, leaving the two young women alone.
“Don’t think that just because I’m like this that I’ll let you have Mikiya!” yelled Azaka, pointing an angry finger at Shiki’s impassive face.
“I don’t think you’re in much of a position to make demands, little mouse,” said Shiki. An extended finger from her other hand knocked Azaka on her butt, as the probing finger began to trace its way up her smooth, pantyhose-clad legs. Fearful of being smothered, Azaka bat her fists at the intruding digit.
“I’ll really burn you, I mean it! You’ll pull back another stump!” she hissed. They both froze as the squeak of an opening door. Figuring it was just Touko coming back, Azaka was terrified to hear Mikiya’s voice instead. He must be coming back to check on the results of the investigation. Not wanting to be seen by him in her current state, she knew she had to hide somewhere. However, being on the extended plateau of Shiki’s hand, she had little options. That is, unless she hides somewhere on Shiki herself. Azaka giggled to herself as she began to hatch a plan.
Azaka rolled under Shiki’s finger before she could react and made her way across her palm to her wrist. Here, the sleeve of Shiki’s standard-issue kimono met her slender wrist and offered the shrunken girl much more than mere hiding spot. No, this was her gateway to her rival’s more sensitive areas, and Azaka was going to make Shiki look like an idiot in front Mikiya. Lifting up the thick material, Azaka ducked under the sleeve and crawled her way up Shiki’s arm. She could feel the toned muscle rippling under her fingers as Shiki kept her arm still, confused at Azaka’s actions and not wanting to truly hurt her. Azaka could only hear muffled conversations as she reached Shiki’s elbow, and began to climb up to her shoulder.
Mikiya asked Shiki about her unusually stiff posture, but she brushed him off in her typical fashion. Meanwhile, Azaka had made it to Shiki’s neck and thought about lighting her hair on fire, but soon had a better idea. Right below her was the entrance to Shiki’s cleavage, being held in place by simple sarashi. Simple, flammable sarashi. Azaka would force Shiki to disrobe in front of Mikiya, forever ruining her in his eyes!
Looking at Shiki’s large breasts, Azaka felt a bit jealous. Even at normal size, they were much larger than her own pair. Making her way across the slope of her rival’s boob, Azaka reached the sarashi, but her foot slipped and she found herself trapped by the tightly wrapped strands. She tried to extricate herself, but only ended up falling further. It was difficult to breathe, having a face full of warm breast flesh. Unlike the pleasant ride between Touko’s breasts, Azaka was now smashed into her rival’s boob and gasping for air. Her flailing hands tried to grab something, anything that would allow her to climb out of her sticky situation, until her fingers grasped something firm and rubbery. Confused, Azaka rubbed it, until it started to grow in her hands. Bile rose in her throat as Azaka realized that she was stimulating her rival’s nipple. Shiki began to blush as her body responded to the unwanted sexual contact. Azaka began to sweat as Shiki’s body temperate began to rise, making it a hellish prison inside the kimono. Again, Mikiya asked Shiki if she was alright and again she brushed him off.
As it was getting late, Mikiya told Shiki that he’d come back tomorrow to help solve the case and bid her goodnight. Shiki’s stiff nipple was now fully grown and smashing into Azaka’s face, while was being held immobile by the sarashi behind her. She had never felt more embarrassed or pitiful in her whole life. She had tried to make Shiki look like a fool, but she herself was the one who could never face Mikiya again, certainly not after inadvertently molesting the girl he was in love with. Shiki was equally eager to rid herself of this irritation, and began disrobing as soon as Mikiya was out the door. Crudely tossing her kimono aside, she began to unwrap the sarashi. Azaka was thrust into daylight as each loosened strand allowed her to regain a little movement. As the last strand was peeled off, Azaka wrapped her arms around the erect nipple for dear life. If she let go, she’d face a long drop to the floor below.
“You little pest. I’m really going to smash you this time,” Shiki said, her hand reaching up to pluck the tiny girl from her nipple. Azaka could only watch in horror as the murderous talons raced up towards her. Suddenly, the door opened once more, freezing the digits in mid-swoop. Touko strolled in and clucked her tongue upon seeing her bare-chested employee standing there with her tiny student clinging from her pink nipple.
“Tsk, tsk. Didn’t I tell you girls to play nice?” Touko admonished them, before placing a hand underneath Shiki’s breast, allowing the red-faced Azaka to drop to safety. “Do you really like boobs that much? I mean, I know you’re not gifted in that area, but still…”
“It’s not what you think! I was, I mean, that stupid girl-“Azaka growled as Shiki wordlessly put her clothes back on. “Well, anyway, did you find out anything to cure me?”
“I did, though it will take some time to research the proper spell; although, you’re going to have to stay here for a bit. It’s getting late, so you should get some sleep. You can sleep here, unless you want to go back with Shiki,” Touko said with a chuckle. The studio was a weird place during the day, at night it must be downright terrifying with all the puppets and magical familiars roaming about the place. Shiki’s frugal apartment offered much less dangers, but she wasn’t about to put her life in her rival’s hands again. She would have to make her choice now, as Shiki donned her jacket to leave.
Azaka could only see the bottom of her teacher’s chin from her breast prison. Fortunately, the ride was pleasant, as Touko’s skin was warm and comfortable as got into her car and began the drive back to her studio. The tiny student was stunned that Touko didn’t even seem to notice that she was missing, much less that she was stuck between her boobs… but then again, the magus was a bit of an oddball. The myriad books, televisions, and random bits of junk strewn throughout the room told Azaka that they were back in Touko’s studio. The magus threw her a bunch of confiscated books on her messy desk, intending to go through the evidence later. A glimmer of hope flashed in Azaka’s eyes as Touko began to unbutton her shirt. She might finally be released from her booby purgatory, but she was also a bit embarrassed at watching her teacher get undressed. The shirt came off with a flurry, and the pressure surrounding Azaka was soon released as Touko spread her breasts apart with one hand, sending her tiny apprentice tumbling down into her other waiting hand. Cradled in Touko’s palm, Azaka looked past her teacher’s impressive bra-clad breasts and up at her grinning face.
“Enjoying the view?” Touko asked the shrunken girl.
“Wait, did you know I was there the whole time?!” Azaka shouted, perplexed.
“Of course. I sensed your presence in that room, and when I didn’t see you, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.”
“Then why didn’t you just rescue me?!”
“It was more fun to see how you’d react. Consider it a part of your training. Still, I’m surprised that you’d climb my body like that.”
Azaka growled in frustration at this last statement. This woman, to play around with her life like that…
“Anyway, I have to leave for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll figure out a way to get you back to normal,” Touko continued. “Shiki, please keep an eye on her.”
Azaka didn’t notice anyone else in the room, but sure enough, as Touko walked over towards the couch, there she was, staring ahead and sitting in stock silence. Was she there the whole time? That girl could sure be cat-like. Shiki wordlessly extended a hand, looking icily upon the tiny girl.
“Wait! Take me with you! Don’t leave me here with… her!” Azaka stammered. To be shrunken and left with her love rival, this was the worst kind of torture.
“Now, now. Play nice, you two,” Touko said, lowering her hand towards Shiki’s. Seeing no other choice, Azaka stepped off her teacher’s warm palm and into her rival’s hand. The same hand that can expertly wield a knife was now embracing the shrunken girl. Touko quickly redressed and left the studio, leaving the two young women alone.
“Don’t think that just because I’m like this that I’ll let you have Mikiya!” yelled Azaka, pointing an angry finger at Shiki’s impassive face.
“I don’t think you’re in much of a position to make demands, little mouse,” said Shiki. An extended finger from her other hand knocked Azaka on her butt, as the probing finger began to trace its way up her smooth, pantyhose-clad legs. Fearful of being smothered, Azaka bat her fists at the intruding digit.
“I’ll really burn you, I mean it! You’ll pull back another stump!” she hissed. They both froze as the squeak of an opening door. Figuring it was just Touko coming back, Azaka was terrified to hear Mikiya’s voice instead. He must be coming back to check on the results of the investigation. Not wanting to be seen by him in her current state, she knew she had to hide somewhere. However, being on the extended plateau of Shiki’s hand, she had little options. That is, unless she hides somewhere on Shiki herself. Azaka giggled to herself as she began to hatch a plan.
Azaka rolled under Shiki’s finger before she could react and made her way across her palm to her wrist. Here, the sleeve of Shiki’s standard-issue kimono met her slender wrist and offered the shrunken girl much more than mere hiding spot. No, this was her gateway to her rival’s more sensitive areas, and Azaka was going to make Shiki look like an idiot in front Mikiya. Lifting up the thick material, Azaka ducked under the sleeve and crawled her way up Shiki’s arm. She could feel the toned muscle rippling under her fingers as Shiki kept her arm still, confused at Azaka’s actions and not wanting to truly hurt her. Azaka could only hear muffled conversations as she reached Shiki’s elbow, and began to climb up to her shoulder.
Mikiya asked Shiki about her unusually stiff posture, but she brushed him off in her typical fashion. Meanwhile, Azaka had made it to Shiki’s neck and thought about lighting her hair on fire, but soon had a better idea. Right below her was the entrance to Shiki’s cleavage, being held in place by simple sarashi. Simple, flammable sarashi. Azaka would force Shiki to disrobe in front of Mikiya, forever ruining her in his eyes!
Looking at Shiki’s large breasts, Azaka felt a bit jealous. Even at normal size, they were much larger than her own pair. Making her way across the slope of her rival’s boob, Azaka reached the sarashi, but her foot slipped and she found herself trapped by the tightly wrapped strands. She tried to extricate herself, but only ended up falling further. It was difficult to breathe, having a face full of warm breast flesh. Unlike the pleasant ride between Touko’s breasts, Azaka was now smashed into her rival’s boob and gasping for air. Her flailing hands tried to grab something, anything that would allow her to climb out of her sticky situation, until her fingers grasped something firm and rubbery. Confused, Azaka rubbed it, until it started to grow in her hands. Bile rose in her throat as Azaka realized that she was stimulating her rival’s nipple. Shiki began to blush as her body responded to the unwanted sexual contact. Azaka began to sweat as Shiki’s body temperate began to rise, making it a hellish prison inside the kimono. Again, Mikiya asked Shiki if she was alright and again she brushed him off.
As it was getting late, Mikiya told Shiki that he’d come back tomorrow to help solve the case and bid her goodnight. Shiki’s stiff nipple was now fully grown and smashing into Azaka’s face, while was being held immobile by the sarashi behind her. She had never felt more embarrassed or pitiful in her whole life. She had tried to make Shiki look like a fool, but she herself was the one who could never face Mikiya again, certainly not after inadvertently molesting the girl he was in love with. Shiki was equally eager to rid herself of this irritation, and began disrobing as soon as Mikiya was out the door. Crudely tossing her kimono aside, she began to unwrap the sarashi. Azaka was thrust into daylight as each loosened strand allowed her to regain a little movement. As the last strand was peeled off, Azaka wrapped her arms around the erect nipple for dear life. If she let go, she’d face a long drop to the floor below.
“You little pest. I’m really going to smash you this time,” Shiki said, her hand reaching up to pluck the tiny girl from her nipple. Azaka could only watch in horror as the murderous talons raced up towards her. Suddenly, the door opened once more, freezing the digits in mid-swoop. Touko strolled in and clucked her tongue upon seeing her bare-chested employee standing there with her tiny student clinging from her pink nipple.
“Tsk, tsk. Didn’t I tell you girls to play nice?” Touko admonished them, before placing a hand underneath Shiki’s breast, allowing the red-faced Azaka to drop to safety. “Do you really like boobs that much? I mean, I know you’re not gifted in that area, but still…”
“It’s not what you think! I was, I mean, that stupid girl-“Azaka growled as Shiki wordlessly put her clothes back on. “Well, anyway, did you find out anything to cure me?”
“I did, though it will take some time to research the proper spell; although, you’re going to have to stay here for a bit. It’s getting late, so you should get some sleep. You can sleep here, unless you want to go back with Shiki,” Touko said with a chuckle. The studio was a weird place during the day, at night it must be downright terrifying with all the puppets and magical familiars roaming about the place. Shiki’s frugal apartment offered much less dangers, but she wasn’t about to put her life in her rival’s hands again. She would have to make her choice now, as Shiki donned her jacket to leave.
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