This choice: She catches you, but talks to you first • Go Back...Chapter #19Artist in Need! by: Echo  "Gotcha!" Nana said triumphantly. It was too late for you. You were caught within her grasp. She was cute, but the fact that she was 3 times the size of you was already terrifying. You thought that she would throw you out the window for invading her privacy, but her expression looked more relieved that she found you than pissed off.
"Um...hey...little guy." Nana said.
"H-Hi" You replied nervously. The fact that she was alright with a tiny stranger roaming around her room like a playground was a bit strange.
"I could really use your help with something.....If you don't mind." She said as she leaned walked back with you in her palm back to her computer. There was a rough draft on the screen. A girl who had a person in between her cleavage.
"I've gotten a request just for this image, but the person suggested the girl should be a bit more "sweaty." " Nana explained. "I think I got a primary idea, but what do you think?"
"Wait, you want my opinion?" You asked. She nodded in response. You looked back at the draft, looking through every detail. Even if it was a draft, she did have an amazing art style! It almost looked real!
"Well, I guess the girl should be a bit embarrassed." You replied.
"R-Really?" Nana replied.
"Yeah, I mean, wouldn't you be embarrassed if someone was between your boobs?" You replied. You couldn't believe that you said that in front of her! Looking back however, she actually looked interested in your opinion.
"I-I'm sorry, I probably said something embarrassing." You said shyly.
"You don't need to be sorry. This is great!" Nana said in excitement. "But I feel like I need a reference for this." She then looks over to you and her face started to lightly blush.
"Hey...can you do me a huge favor?" Nana ask. "Could you stay in m-m-my breasts for a few seconds.?" Your face glowed brighter than hers. You wanted to say no, but it looked like she might cry if you declined.
"Please? I just need a picture." Nana asked again.
"I-I guess." You said shyly. Nana then stood up and brought you closer to her chest. She placed you right into the center and pushed you gently inside. Your heart was racing. Your face was bright red and your heart was beaten faster. She was all sweaty which made it worse. The only gift you could ask for now was a bath.
Nana grabbed her phone and raised it upward. She looked back down at you with an embarrassed look and you simply looked back at her with the same expression. You heard the sound of a photo clicking. She looked back it and observed the picture and her eyes lit up as if she won a lottery.
"It's perfect!" Nana said in excitement. "I need to start drawing right away!" Before you could ask to get out, she quickly sat down back into her chair and began drawing an entirely new piece. You weren't fully in pain, but it was hard to move. It even felt like you were being pulled deeper into her cleavage. Death between a cute girl's breasts, what a way to go. It even felt warmer in her breasts than it did in her room.
*30 minutes later...*
Nana had just sent the final image and was waiting for a response. A notification ran and she immediately opened it. It read: "This is amazing! I already deposited the money to you. Thank you so much!"
"Yes! I can finally afford utilities!" Nana said happily. "And it's all thanks to yo-" Before she could finish, she realized that she left you inside her cleavage for too long. She frantically searched her bosom and quickly pulled you out.
"I'm so sorry! I was so caught up and I completely forgot about you." Nana said.
"I'm fine miss. Really." You replied. Although you wished you were in their a bit longer.
"That's a relief. Actually, I never got your name little guy." She said.
"It's (Y/N). You replied. "I was going to ask you for help, but I thought you might of been mad that I was in your room."
"How can I be mad at you? You saved my skin!" She said happily. "My name is Nana Shimazaki, by the way."
"I'm flattered, but saved you from what?" You asked.
"I was going into debt since my manga wasn't selling as much as I hoped for." Nana explained. "But now, I'm able to pay off my utility bill!" It was then you realized something. Not only do you not have a place a stay, but you were covered in sweat. And you even reek.
"Nana, this is kinda a sudden question, but mind if I stay with you?" You asked. "Until, I'm able to grow back."
"Oh, sure. I guess we're even now." Nana replied. "First off, let's take a bath. I probably must have reeked for you." Nana the carried you out of her bedroom and into a bathroom. She placed you on top of the sink and then went over to the tub and turned it on. She looked back at you with her cheeks turning red.
"Um, I-I guess you can take -y-your cloths off." Nana said nervously. "I have some doll cloths t-that might fit." You couldn't tell if you were the one more embarrassed or her in this situation. You took off your cloths at the same time as she did. Apparently she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt before and your face immediately turned red.
Both of you now were standing there naked. Of course both of you just stood there like you had stage fright, what else were you supposed to do? Nana then gained a bit of confidence and picked you up and placed you into the warm water. She then turned of the faucet and stepped inside, letting off huge wave that carried you upward and back down. At least she slowly entered the tub.
What happens now?
A: Nana begins washing you down.
B: Nana wants to play a small game with you
C: Nana has a idea for a drawing.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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