Your world darkens as you feel something wrap around your body and pull you upwards. A rush of light comes over you as you are met with the giant face of Isane Kotetsu. Despite the fact that Isane is one of the girls that would probably help you, you start to struggle in her grip as she stares at you. Her eyes widen as she begins to speak to you. "Where did you come from little one?" You stare up at Isane and decide it's best to respond, "I was just walking on the beach when some weird black cloud drifted over me. I came over here to try and get help from one of you." Isane smiled warmly at you, although you aren't sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. "I would be more then happy to help you!" You sighed in relief as Isane began to look around. "Although, I don't think it would be a good idea to expose you here. As much as I don't want to admit it, some of the girls here would probably...abuse you." Isane began pondering what to do with you. "I don't have any pockets to hide you... what could I possibly do..." While Isane was pondering, you couldn't help look down at her swimsuit clad body. She was wearing the same brownish tan swimsuit from the swimsuit festival last year. Isane looked as if inspiration struck as she blushed a bit. "I-I'm sorry about having to do this, but I'm going to have to hide you for now. I apologize if this gets uncomfortable, but I can't risk anyone else finding you..." Isane said in a nervous tone as her hand slowly brought you to her collosal chest.
You nervously struggled a bit and you were pushed between the two massive mounds, prompting a few giggles from Isane. "P-please stop, that tickles!" Isane says as she pushes her breasts lightly together to make sure you stay in place. Isane then turns to rejoin the group of ladies who are preparing to judge their sand sculptures, you lodged deep into her cleavage and hidden from sight. The warmth and rhythm of Isane walking slowly luls you to sleep, her heartbeat sounding like a lullaby.
The day slowly begins passing by, Isane is constantly thinking about you lodged in her cleavage. Giggling at your occasional tosses and turns. Eventually...
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