“Is it morning already?” Mihoshi sleepily asked herself. Technically, it was past noon, so she had well past the morning mark. Rolling over to her back, Mihoshi scratched her breast. As she was scratching, something jiggled out from between the two big floppy orbs. The object in question slipped down into Mihoshi navel, where it rested there while gasping for breath and thanking all the Gods and Goddesses she could name. Mihoshi peered down at the tiny woman in her navel with a warm smile.
“Did you sleep well?” Mihoshi warmly asked with a grin.
“NO!” Kiyone screamed out once her she had sucked up some none Mihoshi smelling air. Mihoshi heard the soft high-pitched words and frowned, she had put her best friend near her heart, so why hadn’t she slept well?
“Why not?” Mihoshi asked. She tilted her head in a cute way and looked at Kiyone with her big blue doe eyes.
“Because I was being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste by those huge crushing tits of doom!” Kiyone screamed out like it was obvious.
“You think my tits are huge?” Mihoshi asked. She had perceived the comment as a complement.
“Shut up stupid, go tell the others what happened, now!” Kiyone demanded by slamming her fist into the soft, flat stomach of Mihoshi.
“Nope,” was all that Mihoshi said.
“Why the fuck not?” Kiyone was foaming at the mouth; her little sleep and uncomfortable location last night had put her in the foulest of moods.
“I already accidentally shrunk Washu and got in trouble. I won’t let people blame me for your shrinking. Besides, if I take real good care of you until a cure is found, people are bound to respect me more.” Mihoshi used her impeccable logic to justify keeping Kiyone all to herself.
“B..bb.bu…t,” Kiyone tried to say, but couldn’t form the words. Before she got a chance to Mihoshi stuffed Kiyone back in her cleavage. She made sure to button up the top so no one would see Kiyone if she managed to get out.