Mitsuru was getting restless. Normally, she liked to spend her free days inside the dorm. Having that option taken away by the storm was much less enjoyable. She now felt cooped up like a bird trapped in a cage… or the shrunken woman stuck between her breasts.
Minako squirmed and struggled against Mitsuru’s boobs. As embarrassing as it was, Minako couldn’t really do a thing herself. Any attempts to slip downwards and make escape through a gap in her shirt was near impossible as her fleshy prison kept her trapped. If she wanted any chance of surviving, especially with whatever little dignity she had left, she had to get Mitsuru’s help. She kicked at her friend’s skin, hoping the upperclasswoman was sensitive enough for her hits to register.
“Mitsuru-senpai! Help me!”
Debating on taking a shower or going down to the lounge, Mitsuru paused in thought. She had more than enough time for a relaxing shower, maybe even a bath. However, all her thoughts were cut off when she felt a moving sensation between her breasts. She inspected her cleavage, finding a moving figure wedged deep down.
Without hesitating, she fished it out and held it in front of her face. Her cheeks flushed red the moment she realized it was a little person, and her embarrassment only got worse once she noticed it was one of her teammates.
“H-hey, Mitsuru-senpai!” Minako yelled, still unsure if she was in the clear. She swallowed the lump forming in the back of her throat.
“Arisato?!” the older woman asked. “How did you…?”
Minako took a deep breath and began to explain what happened, rushing through out of sheer nervousness. “I got sick and passed out from the rain. When I woke up, I was like this, so I called Koro-chan for help, and he took me here. So, I went inside your room and tried to climb you to get your attention AndThenYouStartedMovingSoIFellBetweenYourBoobsAndIWasReallyScared. I’mSorry. I’mSorry! PleaseDon’tHurtMe! PleaseDon’tHurtMe! PleaseDon’tHurtMe!”
Mitsuru’s eyes went wide, not expecting that reaction from her usually bright and cheery teammate. The shrunken girl seemed to be breathing rapidly and avoiding eye contact by covering her face with her hands, which only served to make Mitsuru feel worse. She had inadvertently endangered her teammate, yet Minako was the one apologizing?
“Hurt you?” Mitsuru repeated, feeling her heart sink. “Minako-chan…” She softened her voice, hoping that addressing the tiny girl by her first name would help calm her down. It seemed like it did as Minako stopped shielding her face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“B-but I was… you know… in your bra.”
Mitsuru chuckled. “We’re both girls here.” She smiled softly, which helped put Minako at ease. “As embarrassing as it was for the both of us, I’m just glad you’re okay. Besides, it was an accident.”
“Right,” Minako sighed. She was lowered onto Mitsuru’s palm. Immediately after, she just collapsed and lay on her back, exhausted. Then a stray thought entered her head on how things could have gotten worse if she were born a boy instead.
“Now… What to do with you?" she cooed, tapping her chin playfully. "Ah, I know…”
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