"Nya, where could he be?" Nekoru whispered to herself, her footsteps echoing in the silence as she wandered aimlessly, oblivious to the havoc her ample bosom had wreaked. With each passing moment, her desperation grew, until a flicker of hope ignited within her upon spotting another girl nearby. Perhaps the tiny one had cleverly sought help. Determined, Nekoru approached the sofa, meticulously inspecting every nook and cranny for any trace of the elusive tinies, including her own, before gracefully settling down.

After a considerable time, light began to pour into Neil's field of vision, and he slowly started to awaken. Was this the afterlife? The last thing he remembered was Nekoru's chest impacting him and ending his life. Letting out a small cough, Neil began to ponder if the deceased could actually cough. As his vision cleared, he was greeted with a strangely familiar sight.

Before him, Nekoru's bosom stretched out on either side, with light streaming in from her neckline. It resembled the moment when he and Brady tumbled down the front of Sarah's shirt, landing on her bra, yet this time there didn't appear to be a bra supporting him. As Neil glanced around, he noticed a few stray threads of fabric that had broken his fall.

Lettign out a sigh of relief, Neil suddenly stopped as he felt his body almost scream in pain. Just how did he survive? The last thing he remembered was her chest slamming together, and everything went dark, but he didn’t die, so he had to have been just knocked out. Looking closer, he saw something kinda weird painted on her skin. A series of smudges could be seen, starting deep between and leading towards the inside of her costume.

Unknown to Neil, when Nekorus' breasts came together, they delivered a powerful blow that rendered him unconscious. This entire incident posed a greater threat to Neil due to his diminished size and numerous near-death experiences prior to this. However, in the heat of the moment, he had forgotten one particular event: being shot out of Valereis' nose and landing directly in her cleavage, only to have her exuberant personality cause her bosom to swiftly close around him.

In comparison to Valereis herself, Nekorus' chest was significantly smaller, resulting in a less forceful impact compared to Valereis' abrupt collision. As a consequence of these factors, while Neil was indeed knocked out, he did not suffer any long-term injuries. Throughout the ordeal, Nekorus' chest acted as a filter, allowing Neil to be expelled unharmed as he traversed within.

As Neil clung tightly to the fabric, his eyes darted around the dimly lit space, searching for any means of escape. In front of him, two alluring breasts appeared on either side of his vision, their curves fading into the darkness of her suit. Recalling how her outfit had looked when he last saw it, he realized it provided its own chest support, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Therefore, he couldn't rely on that for assistance.

Neil could feel his heart beating in sync with the thunderous rhythm of Nekoru's, though he doubted she could perceive it as keenly as he did. Nonetheless, even he struggled to discern it amidst the clamor of chit-chat emanating from outside Nekoru's attire. It appeared she had joined a gathering of girls, although he couldn't ascertain their exact number from the blended voices.

Neil felt his heart pulsating in perfect harmony with the thunderous rhythm of Nekoru's, although he doubted she could sense it as acutely as he did. Nevertheless, even he struggled to distinguish it amidst the cacophony of chatter resonating from within Nekoru's surroundings. It seemed she had joined a gathering of girls, yet he couldn't ascertain their precise number from the amalgamation of voices.

One minute, Neil was shimmying along the fibers, hoping they would hold just long enough, when suddenly he found himself being launched upwards. While on any other girl, Neil would have welcomed the sudden launch as it would have freed him from her shirt, with Nekoru, however, it wasn't as hopeful.

Colliding with the soft padding provided by her attire, Neil found himself momentarily suspended, the wind knocked out of him, before he began to descend. Once more, Neil observed Nekoru's chest racing past him, although this time they harbored no intention of causing harm. Secretly, Neil harbored a peculiar desire for Nekoru to strike him, if only to be caught by her chest before descending any further.

No such luck was afforded to Neil as he abruptly departed the enticing realm of her chest, only to have his vision replaced by the flat expanse of her stomach. As he passed by her belly, Neil could hear the faint sounds of her stomach diligently carrying out its digestive duties, serving as a constant reminder of just how close he was to becoming a permanent resident within her. When he gazed downward, Neil was confronted with a sight he vividly remembered from the past.

Memories flooded his mind as he remembered a similar situation in the past, but back then it involved Sarah and Brady. Those instances had ended with him finding himself in Sarah's jeans, like a scene from a poetic dance. This time, Neil's gaze caught sight of a slightly open gap at the top of Nekoru's shorts, revealing her cat-themed underwear in full view. "Great," he thought, "now he was getting the chance to explore every part of this girl. If he ever got back to Sarah, he wouldn't dare mention this whole experience."

In an instant, Neil's world turned dark, and he found himself tumbling into the small opening of Nekoru's shorts. At least he wasn't plunging into her underwear, so there was a small consolation. However, he soon realized that this experience was vastly different from his time in Sarah's jeans.

Neil abruptly halted as Nekoru's snug shorts snagged him midway, pressing him against the underwear section. The first thing that struck him was the difficulty in breathing, and it wasn't solely due to the tightness of her shorts. He had never noticed it with Sarah, but Nekoru's feminine fragrance permeated the air, engulfing Neil's senses. 

"You have a girlfriend!" Neil chanted triumphantly to himself, attempting to fend off intrusive thoughts that had arisen due to his current predicament, as he embarked on his ascent. Not only was the odor unbearable, but the scorching heat intensified his discomfort. Beads of sweat began to trickle down Neil's face, drenched in the sweltering atmosphere emanating from Nekoru's inner sanctum.

While climbing further, Neil couldn't help but notice that the underwear had a subtle curvature, suggesting that they fit her body more snugly than Sarah's. Most likely, this was a good thing because if they were any looser, he might have unintentionally found himself inside them. The thought of being trapped in that abyss was enough to make him doubt his chances of survival, even if Nekoru miraculously sensed his predicament and came to his rescue. Moreover, he doubted she would believe it was a mere accident.

The climb was exhausting, not just because of his size, but also due to the thin air. He had to stop frequently to catch his breath. Glancing upwards, Neil felt annoyed to see that he had made very little progress, or so it seemed. Letting out a deep sigh, Neil continued his ascent, finding it increasingly difficult as Nekoru's scent clouded his mind. He kept shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Wasn't it easier when he was with Sarah?

Nekoru was starting to get a bit nervous as there was no sign of the tiny one she was searching for. A few others were out playing and being taken care of by various members of the Black Cats, but the specific cat she sought was nowhere to be found. Doubts crept into her mind—perhaps he wasn't here at all, or worse, maybe he had already met his demise at the hands of one of the girls, whether intentionally or unknowingly. However, in an unexpected moment, a spark of hope ignited within her. 

"Nya Nekoru, Yamada mentioned that you wanted to speak with me," Hanako's voice rang out from behind her. Nekoru turned her head and caught sight of the girl, wearing an innocent expression on her face. "Yes, Hanako. Please accompany me to my room," Nekoru replied, rising from her seat.

Neil instantly knew that when Nekoru mentioned her room, his troubles were about to escalate. Desperately clutching onto whatever stability he could find, Neil's efforts proved futile as Nekoru rose from her seat. As she stood up, Nekoru's shorts shifted, entrapping Neil within the layers of fabric, rendering him completely immobile. Neil attempted to move, but the constricting pressure of the shorts prevented any form of mobility. The worst part was that his face was pressed against Nekoru's delicate underwear, overwhelming his senses with her scent.

Neil anticipated that the situation was about to worsen, but surprisingly, due to the tightness of her shorts, there was little to no bouncing with each step. It would have been even worse if he were trapped against her chest. Although Valerie's chest was larger, in this particular scenario, Nekoru's impact would be deadlier. Another problem Neil encountered while being pressed against her was that his ears were covered, limiting even Nekoru's muffled voice. However, amidst the stifling environment, one sound managed to reach his ears—the faint squelching coming from beneath him. Neil grimaced at the unsettling sound he heard.

Unlocking her door, Nekoru graciously held it open for Hanako to enter before following her inside and closing the door behind them. "Nya, look Hanako, you're not in trouble. I just need to talk to you," Nekoru said, her words tinged with uncertainty. Hanako raised an eyebrow, her concern evident. "Is everything alright, Nekoru?" However, things were far from okay, as Nekoru continued to fidget, oblivious to her own actions.

Not quite sure what the hell was going on, Neil felt Nekoru come to a halt just before she began to sway from left to right. Groaning, Neil hoped that this movement would give him just a little bit of relief. As the swaying continued, he sensed something happening, though uncertain of what exactly was going on. However, he found himself gaining more space.

Neil was struck by a sudden realization, akin to a lightning bolt. "Anywhere but here," he exclaimed, desperately attempting to move. To his dismay, he found himself caught in the midst of a peculiar situation—a camel toe forming beneath him. On either side, he could feel Nekoru's panty-covered lips spreading out, engulfing him in a sea of fabric, while he remained trapped in the center of this unconventional landscape. Despite his initial unease, an unexpected sensation of arousal began to creep over him.

Well, technically, he did get more wiggle room, but he happened to find it in the worst possible place. Neil's mind was frantic as he felt her lips clamp down on either side of him. Struggling even more, Neil felt the lips press down even harder, and with another push, he found himself fully sucked in. With his mind racing, Neil didn't know what to do. He was actually inside Nekoru, albeit with a layer of underwear between him and Nekoru's sacred temple. If he survived this, there was no way he was telling Sarah. No matter what else happened, he would not disclose what was happening to him.

If the smell and heat were overwhelming before, actually being inside the source, Neil was at a loss for words. He had no idea how to describe what he was experiencing. He could barely move, which was somewhat of a positive. All around him, the overpowering presence of Nekoru's crotch was beyond words. With all the pulling and pressing, Neil had no idea how deep he was into Nekoru, too deep for his liking.

Neil shuddered, feeling something he hadn't experienced in a million years since being shrunk. As he pulled his hand free from the fabric, he discovered a sliver of liquid sticking to his palm. It was official; he was dead, whether or not Nekoru found him. Suddenly, the walls around him pressed down, causing Neil to panic. What was Nekoru doing? The pressure didn't let up; instead, it continued to increase. As the pressure grew, so did the moisture seeping from the walls. Neil couldn't imagine a worse way to die—either being crushed or drowned—neither of which sounded pleasant. 

"Nyaa, you see, when you brought me the... tea, I was holding something... something rather small," Nekoru began to explain, pressing her thighs together. Hanako gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. "It wasn't a tiny, was it? Did I make you drop it?" Hanako anxiously awaited an answer, growing increasingly concerned by Nekoru's peculiar behavior. 

"Well, you see..." Nekoru began to explain before she sensed it. While not uncommon, Nekoru was always surprised when she suddenly felt her underwear riding up in that area. However, this time it was different. She clenched her lower lips slightly, feeling certain about it. Nevertheless, she stopped herself from widening her eyes in shock, realizing that there was something there. It wasn't inside her, but rather a camel toe forming below her. What was worse, she could feel it moving ever so slightly. Comparing it to a tiny wound would be too small, but she had experienced something similar before.

In the past, there were instances where certain members of the Black Cat group discovered tinies in or around areas of their bodies where no tiny should be found. After a near-fatal accident some time ago, Nekoru requested specialized underwear to facilitate the detection of tinies more easily, even though such an occurrence would be rare. 

"I dropped something rather small—an earring. I have looked everywhere, and I was wondering if maybe it fell onto you," Nekoru said, freezing up and opening her thighs. 

"This is about an earring?" Hanako said, tilting her head. Quickly patting herself down, Hanako even checked her soles but found nothing. "Nya, well, it's not on me, but why is it important?"

In her desperate search for a justification, Nekoru resorted to blatant deception, although she detested lying to the girl. But in this particular situation, it seemed necessary. "No, it's not really important," she fibbed, her voice betraying her unease. "However, I can't help but worry that if those things are left lying around, someone small might accidentally get hurt by them. But if you don't have them on you, Hanako, you're free to go. Just be sure to keep an eye out."

Raising an eyebrow, Hanako scrutinized Nekoru from head to toe. "Nya, if you say so," she remarked, shaking her head before making her way toward the door. "Nya, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for it," she promised, wearing a smile on her face. Giving a friendly wave, Hanako patiently waited until the door was fully closed, allowing a few extra seconds to pass before discreetly slipping her hand into her shorts.

Visions of life, with images of giant butts, a fly, and fabric, raced through Neil's mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. After fighting relentlessly to survive the onslaught of Nekorus' love canal, Neil was finally spent. It wasn't that he had given up, but rather because of how weak he had become. He was simply grateful that Nekorus' panties were there, as he highly doubted he would have lasted five seconds in her depths.

Amidst Nekorus' shifting movements, Neil had lost all sense of direction. As she spoke, Neil could feel the vibrations of her voice reverberating around him, or perhaps it was the pulsating of her blood that he heard. Just as his vision was on the verge of fading once more, he caught a momentary glimpse of the world around him illuminating, as something came into view. 

"Please, be you, little one," Nekoru said, her voice tinged with a hint of fear. Fumbling around, she adjusted her underwear back to its proper position before she noticed it. With swift yet delicate movements, she pinched the object and brought it into the light. Raising it to her eyes, Nekoru examined it closely, only to release a sigh of relief as she recognized the small, familiar shape nestled between her fingers.

Moving over to the table, Nekoru could feel a slight coating of stickiness on her skin. She grimaced at the unpleasant sensation, realizing how much the tiny human had put her through. As she arrived at the table, Nekoru blankly stared at it for a moment, wondering where she had placed the tissue. Shaking her head, she quickly acquired a fresh tissue with her free hand and gently placed the tiny human onto it. Crouching down, she fixed her gaze on the tiny figure, patiently waiting for any sign of movement. 

"Nya, thank God you're alive," she sighed in relief as Neil began to splutter. "I'm sorry for putting you through that. I placed you on a tissue so you could dry yourself off." Without wasting a single second, Neil spent the next few minutes diligently removing as much of Nekoru as he could. After a thorough and meticulous cleaning, Neil stood up and returned Nekoru's gaze.

Seeing that her tiny companion was okay, Nekoru breathed a sigh of relief. "You gave me quite a scare," she said, standing up to her full height and placing her hand on her heart. “However…” Neil was suddenly taken aback; Nekoru's typically caring tone had been replaced by a stern and angry one. Nervously gulping, Neil braced himself for his impending punishment, knowing he wouldn't get off scot-free. 

"…While I am happy I found you and that you seem okay," Nekour began, her brow furrowing and a sense of concern settling in. "I cannot even begin to express my disappointment in you. Maybe you fell in there when Hanako startled me, or perhaps you simply took advantage of the situation. I will never know for sure. However, I can firmly say that I will not tolerate such behavior."

A cold sweat trickled down Neil's temple as her words pierced him. She wasn't just angry; she was furious. Neil felt the instinct to run, but he knew he wouldn't get far before she caught up with him. Running away might only make her even angrier. "However you managed to find your way down there, I won't just let you off the hook. You will be punished. Luckily, I won't throw you to the wolves; it would contradict everything we stand for."

Upon hearing her words, Neil was uncertain about the fate that awaited him, until he noticed her hand reaching out for something on the table. Nekoru's hand tightly grasped an empty pencil holder and placed it flat next to him. "This shall serve as your punishment. You will remain here for the next hour to contemplate your actions."

Neil was relieved that he was, at least, receiving a light punishment. However, he did not approve of her methods. "Well, I'm not putting you in," Nekoru said sternly. Getting the hint, Neil moved towards the edge of the holder and climbed in. Once inside, Neil felt the bottom tilt as he started sliding deeper.

After a few seconds, Nekoru peered inside to ensure that her tiny companion was resting at the bottom before carefully standing it upright. "Don't worry, little one. I'll make sure to lock the door and prevent Yamada from entering. An hour should be more than enough time for you to contemplate your actions," Neil listened attentively as Nekoru's ethereal voice faded away, soon replaced by the gentle sound of footsteps. Within moments, Neil heard the door close, accompanied by a soft click.

The next hour was quiet. Neil wasn't sure what he could do. He took the time to process everything he had been through since Isaac's little hiccup. How had it gone so wrong? He was supposed to have the whole weekend alone with Sarah while his dad was away. Instead, the entire neighborhood had gotten shrunk, and they had been through hell. He didn't even know how many people were shrunk or if they were still alive.

As if to rub salt in the wound, just when he thought he was going to return to normal, he was sent elsewhere. He ended up as a pet for a cat-obsessed girl and her oblivious fan club. Neil began to ponder the last point, the Black Cats. They knew about the tinies and even had facilities specifically for them. How long had these people been shrunk? Were they connected to Isaac's tech, or was it due to something else?

A thought dawned upon Neil, a possibility he had not considered until now. If he had been sent to this place, did that mean his dad, Elizabeth, and Mr. Orsario got transported too? What if they were still in the alley? What if they had gotten shrunk alongside him? They might be somewhere in this building or lost in transit.

While time marched on, Neil tried to reassure himself that everyone else was okay, that it had only been him. But what if Sarah and Clarissa were affected too? What then? Pacing the length of the pencil holder, Neil began to slowly tire himself out. Eventually, he heard the sound of soft approaching footsteps, followed by the opening of the door.