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Joji sat in the colossal cupped hand of Narumi, the boy kept at waist height as her upturned fingers shielded him from the chilling breeze. It seemed like this was a totally different world, the outside. Here was quiet, slightly chilly, still, and grey, while inside would be loud, warm, energetic and colourful. "Okay, Joji, are you prepared for... my friends?" Narumi asked. They both knew that the meeting would happen eventually, and an office party seemed as best a time as ever.

"Y-yes." Joji gulped as he timidly squeaked the affirmative, doing little to put Narumi at ease.

She hesitated for a moment, nervous of finally crossing into this new, intoxicating realm; a room filled with Narumi's workmates and colleagues. With a breath held deep in her lungs she finally pushed open the door and entered into the world of the office party.

The room was thick with the smell of alcohol and shuddered with the sound of music, Narumi giving a nervous glance down to Joji, hoping that the music was not overly head-thumping to his sensitive ears. Joji gave a half-hearted thumbs up to reassure her, even if he was quite distraught at the loud racket. They stood bewildered as they perused the fellow party-goers, mingling and chatting in the dim light. They simply did not know where to begin.

"Narumi! How are you doing?" came a high-pitched voice from behind, a similarly aged blonde haired woman had crept up on the couple still standing awkwardly near the entrance of the rented hotel space. This surprise new-comer wrapped her arms around the darker haired woman, not even noticing her boyfriend tucked away in her the wrinkles of her palms.

"Oh, Akari, I-I'm good, how are you?" Narumi replied, trying to wrap the arm not currently gripping a tiny person around her friend.

"I'm fantastic!" she replied exuberantly, she was clearly getting into the party spirit. Akari's eyes tracked downwards, onto her friend's palm "Oh my, this must be Joji! How are you doing, sweety?" she chirped as she squatted down, her giant face filling the field of view of the teenager, forcing him to acknowledge her.

"I-I'm good, thank you, ma'am." Joji said as he desperately fought the urge to back away from this complete stranger's gaze.

Akari's eyes shot up to her friend; Narumi nervously smiling down as her energetic workmate invaded Joji's personal space. "The girls are going to want to meet him, come on!" she said as she took Narumi by her arm and pulled her over to the cohort of middle-aged office workers hovering by the refreshments table.

"Narumi!" they collectively cheered at the arrival of their missing friend, the group finally complete.

"Hello, girls." she forced a smile, unsure of how they would act around her 'plus one'. Joji was adequately nervous for both of them however, the colossal bodies, draped in elegant dresses towering high above him somewhat intimidating, even after spending more time around the larger race. Narumi had warned him that bored women this age would react around any young man, and being the size he was they could get away with it. "I think you've all heard about Joji..." she said carefully as she raised him up to be closer to their faces, all eyes now trained on him. Joji couldn't help but let his composure falter as the dozen or so eyes pierced him. "Joji, this is Akari, Hisako, Rina, Eriko, Natsue, and Shiina." Narumi said as if reading from a list, the names instantly dropping from his stressed mind. The women were all holding various glasses of alcohol, and were visibly tipsy, the couple silently praying that their inebriation didn't cause them to do anything stupid.

"Well aren't you just adorable." a dark haired one was the first to speak, cooing down to the diminutive teen in a tone better suited to children or animals than an adult.

"Narumi has told us so much about you, cutey-pie. She makes you sound like you're the cutest thing." said another woman, her hair a dark auburn red.

Joji couldn't help but cast his eyes down and scratch the back of his neck after being stared at by so many eyes and coyly smiling mouths; he was never good at public appearances. His innocuous motions triggering a round of giggles and 'awwws' that did nothing to alleviate his social anxiety and stage fright.

Akari leaned in, close to Narumi's ear "Can I hold him?" she asked.

"Ask him yourself..." she replied, her friend's dismissal of Joji exactly what she had feared, putting her further on edge.

"Well o-kay." she said as she rolled her eyes and squatted to be eye level with the smaller person. "Sweety, do you mind if I hold you?" she said in her sickliest-sweet tone, extending her hand adjacent to her friend's, inviting him to step on.

"O-okay..." he replied, kicking himself for being so shy and obedient, even after this woman was so rude. He stepped onto her palm, not as soft and slightly bonier than the pair he was familiar with. She brought Joji up to her face to inspect him closer, the other girls, Narumi included, gawking on as she interrogated him with her eyes. Joji prayed that his nervous sweating wasn't perceptible to this woman.

"I can see why Narumi picked you... you're quite a lovely one." she giggled along with her friends, Narumi blushing slightly. "Narumi was tell-"

Akari was interrupted as a woman emerged from the crowd, a secretary of their employer. "Narumi! You're here, the director wants to have a quick chat with you."

"R-right now? Do I have to?"

"Yes, right now. Come on!" the woman not waiting for a response before taking her by the arm and pulling her into the throng. Narumi managed to give one final concerned look to Joji before she was engulfed completely.

The office girls towered over Joji like judgmental gods, boxing him in between their cock-tail dresses as if purposely trying to deter any escape, not that he could at this altitude anyway. He had a sense of fear that went beyond simple social anxiety, that these women were actually malevolent, and the one thing protecting him from them, Narumi, was now gone. Their lipstick smiles were hard to read, if they were adoring him like a small pet or maliciously lording over him, he couldn't tell.

"Well, after being so rudely interrupted. Narumi has told us so much about you, you seem like quite the charmer." Akari paused her sentence to giggle, Joji still uncomfortably standing on her palm, trying to utilise some zen technique he read about or something. "Some of us girls were wondering what it would be like to... 'get' with a tiny guy. It seems like the kind of thing you need to try at least once." Joji wasn't sure where this was going, his mind instantly jumping to the extreme... "So, do you have any cute friends?" she asked, the women burst out laughing, Joji not sure if the question was serious or not.

Joji turned a rather dangerous looking shade of red. "Awww, look, we've made him all embarrassed." cooed a brown haired woman, the one Joji vaguely remembered being Shiina. With the hand not currently wrapped around the stem of a cocktail glass she snatched Joji from her friend's palm.

"Hey!" exclaimed Akari, shocked at her friend's quick movement.

"You can't keep him all to yourself! I just want to get a closer look." Shiina hissed, Joji's head swimming after being passed around like a little toy. This new brunette inspected him as he lay disoriented in her palm, his flushed skin beginning to fade a little. Shiina's eyes were particularly judgemental to him, deep and brown they scoured every inch of his body, the sight keeping the air in his lungs as he held his breath. "Why are you so nervous, honey? Any guy your age would love to be hit on by a bunch of... experienced women." she purred out these words slowly, although to Joji it seemed more like a growl. "The one woman kinda guy, I guess?"

"Yes... Y-Yes! One woman is enough for me." he barked out, partially true. He definitely wasn't the kind to cheat, but he was less concerned about that and more concerned about anything these women had planned for him. He felt they wouldn't be content for just words teasing him much longer.

"Oh... Its all just fun and games, honey." she smiled "For example, Narumi doesn't need to know anything about... this!" Joji stomach dropped as the enormous hand he was currently on angled enormously fast, sending him sliding towards her fingers. He struggled in vain against the slope, quickly falling off the fingertips and entering free-fall, the terrifying events lasting less than a second. With a soft bounce he landed against the yielding flesh of Shiina's appreciable bust, the trampoline like surface sending him careening towards the chasm of her cleavage. When the bouncing stopped he was gripping tightly to her skin, the ground curving downwards into the dark folds of her sequined dress, the pounding of his heart was so strong he thought it would throw him off balance and into the slightly humid crevasse. If it wasn't the beating of his own heart it was the raucous laughter of the colossal cougars that would knock him down, their unintelligible merriment inspiring intense humiliation and even anger within the mountain climber.

"Oh Shiina, what would your husband think?" said one of the giants between fits of laughter.

"He doesn't need to know about this either." she said with a laugh that sent her breasts jiggling violently, Joji trying desperately to gain ground in a losing battle.

Like he was a prize toy from a claw machine a pinching hand descended from above, the red varnished nails gripping his shoulders and pulling him from the humid skin. He was thankful that the humiliation was over, only to be reminded that this was likely an equally evil woman. "You are so immature, Shiiny, honestly. You'd think you've never seen a young man before." the new woman that squeezed Joji with her talons giggled. This new red-haired woman brought Joji to her face, her red-lipstick lips curled into a smile. "You're 18, right?"

"Y-yes, I am." he said hastily, hoping this woman didn't have anything else planned.

"So, do you drink?"

"Well... not much." he felt a twinge of panic in his stomach, she did have something planned.

"How about a drink then!" she enthusiastically chirped as she positioned him over the glass of cold bourbon she held with her other hand. He kicked his legs around as he was manhandled by the intoxicated woman, she clearly had no experience with smaller people, her handling overly rough. With little ceremony she released her fingers, sending Joji careening into the liquid.

Joji landed with a harsh splash. The glass was filled with ice cubes to keep the liquid cool, and he so happened to land on a partially submerged one, the drink coming up to his waist. The splash instantly stained his white shirt a reddish brown, ruining his pants as well. He heard the raucous laughter of the monstrous cackle from inside his glass prison and he could do nothing but look up as they heckled from the outside. Joji shivered, the beverage and ice he sat on chilled the atmosphere around him, each breath he exhaled exuding a misty cloud, and each breath he inhaled laced with the scent and fumes of strong alcohol. The alcohol was overpowering, burning the back of his throat and stinging his eyes, this was especially difficult being his first time with hard liquor. Within seconds he was freezing and drunk, too much to be actively angry, just shocked and confused that these women could be so cruel as he tried to not die. Joji suspected that alcohol was involved, not that that would be a valid excuse for these women. The red-head who's fingers were currently wrapped around his cylindrical prison rocked the drink, the slippery ice providing no friction for him to latch onto, allowing him to fall directly into the heady drink. He tread the fluid, trying to scramble back onto an ice cube as if it were a life raft. Where was Narumi when you need her? He wondered, thoroughly humiliated, freezing and becoming increasingly intoxicated. These women saw what was happening as a joke, not considering that the environment could be dangerous to him. He gritted his teeth as he stared up at the women, who were now chatting amongst themselves with only the occasional laugh at his expense.

Narumi had fought her way through the crowd back to her friend group, the women all laughing and chatting amongst themselves just as before. Narumi searched their hands, noticing that Joji wasn't being currently held by one of them. A deep feeling of dread formed in her stomach, a feeling similar to the feeling one has when they realise their wallet isn't in their pocket, only much worse. "Where's Joji?" Narumi asked desperately, eyes wild.

The women all turned to look at her, snickers on their mouths, Narumi becoming increasingly panicked. Her red-headed friend Natsue held up her glass of Bourbon, shaking it slightly. Narumi looked into the drink, and, suspended in the brown stuff she saw the tiny faint dark outline of her boyfriend. She shrieked, snatching the glass from her friend's hand and pouring it out onto her palm, not fazed by the freezing liquid or ice. Joji coughed on her palm, disoriented after coming down in the burning torrent. Desperately she exhaled onto the barely conscious tiny, praying her breath would be enough to warm him up. At this moment, the girls realised they may have overstepped a boundary; the sight of a panicked Narumi desperately trying to warm him with her breath conveying the message easily. Narumi quickly walked to the bathroom, just having enough time to turn and give her stunned friends a final, disapproving glare.

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Joji sat at the edge of the wooden refreshments table, his shirt stained by various things and hair just beginning to dry. He nuzzled into the white fabric of a wad of tissues like a blanket as the last shivers of cold left his body. Narumi's much wider form leaned against the same table, keeping Joji by her side. They watched the booming dance floor, all colours and patterns of clothes writhing in tandem to the music, more entertaining than focusing on a single dancer, office workers not exactly the height of coordination. Narumi had wanted to dance tonight, but the choice of leaving Joji alone or risking him being around so many giant bodies was a difficult one, so she decided to stay here with him. The two chatted peacefully, drinking and enjoying food as the night went on and they went through song after song. It had been during a lull in the music when one of the previous 'girls' came up to the couple, wincing as she noticed Narumi's disapproving scowl. "Hello Narumi... and Joji" she squeaked out with an awkward wave. "I just want to say, on behalf of everyone, that we are truly sorry. We... we..."

"Okay Eriko, that's enough. How about you tell the 'girls' that you won't be seeing anymore of Joji, or me, until I can trust you to not act like total idiots around him, or at least without almost killing him." she barked, Joji could tell she was exceptionally mad, madder than he had ever seen her.

"Yes... o-of course. Goodbye." she said timidly, seeming less far intimidating to Joji now as she quickly scuttled back to her friend group, the women watching from a distance.

"Thanks... for sticking up for me."

"That's okay sweety, that's something I have to do. I should never have left you alone with those... idiots." Narumi shuffled closer to Joji, allowing him to lay against the soft fabric of her blue cocktail dress.

The night continued and the crowd was beginning to become thinner and thinner as people shuffled out, all the remaining inhabitants drunk and tired. It was time for the music to slow down to a methodical crawl; it was time for the slow dance. Narumi stood tall after leaning for so long and extended a giant hand to the sitting boy, seemingly almost falling asleep. "May I have this dance?"

Joji climbed onto her fingers, not sure what she had planned, but not daring to refuse. The giant woman walked onto the floor, between all the other couples waltzing in slow circles and leaning on each other. She brought her right hand, the one holding Joji, and pressed it ever so carefully to her left shoulder and allowed her head to droop lazily. Slowly she began to step in circles, her body moving back and forth while Joji spread his arms against the strap of her dress. Narumi knew how strange it looked; apparently dancing alone, but she didn't care, she wasn't dancing alone. The girls that remained looked at the couple and felt even worse, Narumi really cared about this tiny kid, and they had almost killed him. Slowly, her giant body rocked back and forth, the feeling not dissimilar to a cruise ship rocked by waves, back and forth, back and forth. It was warm on her shoulder, and the monotonous motions were peaceful. He needed to fight to stay awake, when they got home he wanted nothing more than to collapse and fall asleep... well maybe he did want more... The couple danced and danced in circles into the night.

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With the deep thud of the apartment door swinging shut, they were finally free; free to relax, away from the vicious teasing and social embarrassment they had experienced. They made a B-line to the bedroom, Narumi kicking off her heels and pulling off her dress, collapsing onto the soft folds of her bed in nothing but a pair of white panties. Joji undressed as well, the stained suit that still reeked of sputum and bourbon discarded into a dust bin. Now that they were undressed Narumi dropped the exhausted tiny by her navel and took a lung-full of the cool bedroom air.

"That was some night." said Narumi as she began their conversation.

"Y-yeah..." was all he said.

Narumi snickered to herself as she ran a careful fingertip along his body. "You're still the same Joji I found on the side of the road, aren't you?"

Joji was overcome by a sense of serenity, his body able to relax and repair itself after a punishing day; but there was a small nagging at the back of his mind, something he had to address. It had been over a week since he had been able to spend time with Narumi, school and family obligations getting in the way of the special time they had together. Needless to say, Joji, as a virile teenager was 'bursting at the seams', and after what happened today with that monstrous brunette Shiina he needed to release. Joji had usually left it up to Narumi to initiate, her charisma and confidence made it easy for her, but he realised that it was his turn now. Joji flipped himself over, pushing up onto all-fours, hands sinking into the warm spongy skin of her midriff, the round face on the horizon like a setting sun, falling between the twin peaks of her breasts with deep blue eyes turned to investigate the movement on her stomach. Joji planted a kiss onto her skin, the faintest, barely perceptible tickle registering to the giant woman and causing her to crack an adoring smile. Slowly Joji began the crawl towards her chest, planting tiny kisses onto her pliant skin.

"In the mood are we? I would have thought you would be dead tired." Joji didn't respond to the words, not breaking stride from his trek across her personal landscape. "But I'm glad you made the first move tonight, honey." she said as she pet him gently, not even the prodding of her fingers distracting him from his journey.

After several long minutes he had reached the foot of the mountain range, her peachy mounds looming over him; casting him in a warm shadow. He clambered into the canyon, her alluring smile so close, like a reward for his travels, but the pillowy surface so inviting he almost wanted to just collapse and sleep, nestled so comfortably in this enchanting human sleeping bag. Finally he emerged and could now begin his ascent to the apex of her breast. The feeling of his hands and feet on her breast was a treat to Narumi, hardening her nipples more and intensifying the moistening of her womanhood. Before Joji could reach the apex, the slope he was ascending, and thus him, was shifted by an unseen hand, pushing him towards the face of the older woman. On his back he felt the soft warm pressing of her puckered lips, the pressure sandwiching him against the surface of her mammoth mammary. He flipped around, the smooth skin of Narumi's face filling the entire sky, her lips especially. Narumi came back for another kiss, the tiny remnants of lipstick painting a distorted picture of her lips on him and the surrounding flesh. Her pink tongue popped out from between her ruby-caked lips, running around to remove the final traces of lipstick before she finally got a taste of her favourite treat.

"Wait!" he called up, the giant woman pausing. "I-If you don't mind... tonight, could I go inside you... completely... without you holding back."

Narumi's smile dropped, he was feeling adventurous today, obviously. But it was still dangerous, especially if he didn't want her to hold back. "Are you sure? No holding back?"

The lewd tiny nodded rapidly in agreement, messing his hair partly. An idea clicked in Narumi's head, she would fulfil his request, but not before a bit more teasing from her. She took him in her hand, holding him tightly yet gently as she shifted around on the soft folds of her bed, flipping over and getting onto all-fours like Joji had done to crawl to her. She deposited the slightly confused tiny onto the blue-grey pillow, still warm from her head laying on it. Joji took in his surroundings, the wrinkled dunes of the bed stretching far out into the distance, the subtle waves of the sheet in complex patterns. The view of the colossal desert was not as impressive as the view of Narumi herself however, her colossal form dominating the sky of the bewildered Joji. It was amazing how she looked; her soft, curvy body filling the sky like an ominous thundercloud, her four limbs like mighty towers supporting the infinite weight of the woman, and bulbous breasts dangling unsupported from her womanly body, all combining to be a breath-taking sight. Joji was drawn to her monumental face, silken hair swaying and dark blue eyes looking at him lovingly, her mouth opening to take in a slow, warm breath. Joji was shocked by this unfamiliar view of the woman; he knew how big she was compared to him, but here he felt positively microscopic. Carefully Narumi stroked his lower body with a finger, as gently as she possibly could, slowly working her panties down her thighs with her free hand while he was distracted. Finally she leaned in, Joji's heart thumping from the incredible view and the anticipation of her next action, and brought her mouth so close to him as to allow him feel the warm air from her nostrils. In a quiet but still overpowering whisper she spoke. "So you want to go inside me?" Joji nodded furiously, feeling as though he was going to burst from the sight of her alone. She picked him up, Joji not moving as he was accelerated upwards, cool wind brushing against his exposed body. The devilish woman plopped him onto her left shoulder-blade, the surface flat as she remained on all-fours. "Then how about you get there yourself?".

Joji looked across the arid plain of her back, the soft angles from her arched posture and the ridge of the small of her back formed hills and valleys to this new landscape, begging to be traversed and explored. Far on the horizon her rear rose from the countryside like the Eastern sun, a beacon calling him, one which he didn't dare disobey. Narumi relished the feeling of his tiny steps on her smooth back, the sensation ticklish but also somewhat sensual, the thought of her own personal explorer traversing the slopes of her body both cute and exciting. Joji took this journey slow, just to soak it in the most, the sights and sounds of this environment unlike anywhere on Earth. The initial portion of the trip was easy, her arching back making the initial leg downhill, naturally the remainder would be uphill. As Joji crawled up the final slope the ground became softer and softer, telling him he had reached her soft posterior, the platform widening along with her feminine hips. He stood triumphantly on the crown of her left cheek, his feet sinking into the marshmallow surface, the ground exceptionally spongy and tantalising. Joji couldn't resist the lure of a break, his legs and feet begging for a short rest. He lay down on his back, spreading his arms and legs wide as he began to move them back and forth through the pliant meat; as if making a snow angel. If only his friends could see him now, how jealous they would be of him, he almost wished to take a photo just to prove that he did it.  Narumi felt this little tickling and couldn't help but giggle. "Don't you have a job to do, sweety?". Joji rose reluctantly in response to her words, his childlike playtime cut short. He edged closer to the cliff-face that led to her womanhood, mentally readying himself for the harrowing experience. Slowly he descended into the crack between her cheeks, just as the slope became sheerer and sheerer. He stood at the terminal point, her labia just peeking out from below. Narumi brought her hand down to this exceptionally sensitive area, already feeling a little worked up from his simple proximity. The soft wrinkles of her palm hovered below, inviting him to take the plunge down. Spending time with Narumi naturally eliminated any fear of heights he once had, but the fear of falling was still ever present. Joji took a deep breath, and allowed himself to slip off.

Narumi felt the boy land on her palm with a soft thud, the buttery folds absorbing the impact. With incredible delicacy she spread her labia with him still held, allowing the boy to step into her moist cavern. She inhaled sharply as she felt him enter, his body brushing against her lips slightly, sending waves of pleasure throughout her nether-region. He edged himself deeper into the dark cavern, the scent of the natural lubricant she produced growing thicker and thicker, and finally when he was in several inches deep, she allowed the lips to close, encasing him inside her in the ultimate show of intimacy. Very slowly Narumi lowered her body, mindful that she had a 'passenger' with her, she flipped herself over slowly, Joji needing to right himself as the cavern was turned upside-down, his fidgeting around inside her almost distracting her from the careful manoeuvre she was making. Now on her back Narumi spread her body to take up the maximum space on the bed, allowing maximum access to any points on her body that may require titillation. Narumi looked down towards the equator of her body, trying to picture him inside her right now. It was hard to visualise, even if she could still feel him... god she could feel him. He instantly got to work, learning from what he did last time: kissing, licking, grinding and squirming against the tight stretchy walls, slick with passion. Narumi had two free hands now and she knew what to do, running the appendages along her body for the extra stimulation. She took a hand full of her breast flesh and squeezed tight, intensifying the feeling of Joji diligently working to please her. The tiny's senses were as overwhelmed as last time; the muscular, soft walls that felt so smooth and delightful to touch, the scent of Narumi in his nose, unbelievably strong, the warmth that surrounded and hugged his entire body, and the strange sounds of workings of her body, heartbeat and breathing included. Narumi's hands travelled all around, she wished she had more than just two, trying to stimulate so many of her erogenous zones at once, squealing and moaning at each new place she fingered at. She was really heating up, breaking out into a passionate sweat... wasn't he tired in there? Would he die of heatstroke? No holding back he said... Joji felt his knees give out from fatigue, the sheer force of passionate frenzy keeping him going, he was probably contributing to half of the moisture in this cavern from his perspiration alone. Narumi couldn't take it anymore and brought her thumb down to her engorged clitoris, rubbing it as she slowly stroked her labia with the remaining fingers, cheekily slipping them inside occasionally, drenching Joji in an alien light from the outside world. Almost subconsciously Narumi began to wiggle her hips, causing an earthquake-like sensation to Joji, the shifting of him against the walls so quickly again sending more and more waves of the warm feeling around her body. Joji thought he might actually drown from the amount of feminine condensation that surrounded him, but he fought on, running his tongue along the sopping walls. Narumi's moaning became deeper, her breaths becoming even more laboured as she shook him around even more. "Joji... oh... Joji." she squealed, the moaning of his name was too much for him to bare, he exploded, the force sending him collapsing against the wall. But he had to continue, for her. He staggered to his feet, propped up by wall even as a veritable torrent ran down it. He pushed as hard as he could, using the entire force of his body all at once in a last ditch attempt. Narumi shuddered and squealed, toes curling, fingers digging into the sheet, her spasm shaking Joji fiercely. And then... she collapsed, wincing as she dug inside her to retrieve the hopefully still living tiny.

"How... are... you?" Narumi panted out, the boy soaked in numerous fluids and looking like he had come back from war.

Joji half-heartedly raised a thumb, the motion difficult, even as he felt an almost zen-like sense of sexual satisfaction course through his veins.

Narumi beamed at him, even though she knew he was too tired to do the same. "My oh my... you are getting good..."

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"Where do you want to sleep, dear?" she asked, Joji didn't care, he could probably sleep on hot coals at the moment. Narumi nodded in understanding, an idea popping into her head. "I know where to keep you." Narumi lifted up her breast, exposing the underside where it usually rested. Gently she placed Joji onto the patch of sensitive skin and slowly allowed her breast to settle; enveloping him beneath her 'underboob', the dark little nook he found himself in like being hugged on all sides by pillows; warm, self-heated pillows at that. Joji didn't even have time to think about it, he was already asleep, nuzzling the all encompassing skin. The faintest sensation of his nap was perceptible to Narumi, she almost envied him, wondering what it was like to sleep under a giant breast. Something she would never know... she would have to ask him in the morning. She kissed the topside of her breast, as if it would transfer to him magically, and settled into bed, resting her head on her hands as she sighed deeply. He'd be sore in the morning... she'd have to look after him all day tomorrow. Oh well, let him have this moment.

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