Realizing the only alternative was an in-depth tour of Ann's digestive system that Akira had no interest in taking, no matter how baffling he found her ability to put away sweets, Akira steeled his courage and leaped off the fork with reckless abandon. Plummeting towards Ann's body, he landed precisely where the law of anime tropes demanded he land: directly in Ann's cleavage, made more conspicuous than usual by the tank top she was wearing on this hot August day. Ann did not feel this disturbance, focused as she was on devouring Akira's meal before the buffet closed.
"Well, that happened," Akira grumbled, trying to gain footing to escape the fleshy globes that engulfed him. Feeling a trickle down his face, he checked his nose. "Why, yes. It is, in fact, bleeding. If Ann every finds out about this, she's going to murder me. And then Morgana will use my grave as a litter box." Whether it was the absurdity of his situation or the mild concussion he received when he fell into Ann's breasts, Akira couldn't help but laugh at what was happening. Until grains of rice started falling around him like meteors. "Shit! I need to move!"
Up above, Ann was just polishing off Akira's beef and rice with five minutes to spare, and leaned back in the chair, basking in a food coma. "Aaah, that was delicious! I think I see what Ryuji was talking about last time. I don't know where Akira-kun went, but he doesn't know what he's missing!"
Morgana was scarfing down the last of his fish. "Mmmph, I hwhonder where he ish," he swallowed the last bite. "Do you think we should look for him?"
"Eh, he probably just ran to the bathroom like last time," said Ann. "We can wait for him outside." As she got up, she looked down at herself and grimaced. "Ah, geeze. I'm glad none of the other models are here to see this. I got rice all over my boobs..."
Morgana immediately perked up at this. "Lady Ann! Perhaps I could..."
"Really?" Ann asked sternly, glaring at the perverted feline with a raised eyebrow.
"N... nevermind," Morgana meekly replied, and returned to his bag with a pout.
Ann sighed and brushed the excess food off of her as she picked up the Morgana bag and got ready to leave, unaware of the fight for survival happening across her chest.
Akira had just worked his way out of Ann's cleavage when he felt her getting out of her chair. "Shit, she's moving," Akira grumbled, holding on to the massive field of skin for dear life. Then he heard something that made his blood run cold.
"Ah, geeze. I'm glad none of the other models are here to see this. I got rice all over my boobs..."
Akira looked up. Ann's eyes were directly on him. He waved his hands to get Ann's attention- it would be awkward as hell for her to find him here, but Ann was a kind, compassionate girl. She would only lightly maim him. Unfortunately, before Ann could notice her shrunken leader, Morgana said something in the distance that annoyed her, and she turned away from Akira to glare at him. "Really?" she bellowed, as Akira's heart sank. No longer focused on her breasts, she simply sighed and brought up her hand to absently brush the rice off.
"Shit!" Akira exclaimed, as he turned to bolt from the massive hand. However, no matter how fast he ran, Ann's fingers inevitably caught up and knocked him, along with the rice, off of her. For the second time in five minutes, Akira found himself in a freefall. The only difference is, this one was unplanned.
"AAAH!" Akira screamed, desperately looking for a way to save himself. His only chance was to grab onto Ann's hair, which he was rapidly falling towards as Ann turned around.
Meanwhile, Ann's phone rang. Thinking it was Akira, she quickly fished it out of her bag, only to smile in surprise when she saw who it was instead. "Oh, it's Shiho," she said brightly, as she sat back down to talk to her old friend.
As for Akira...
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