>>38596253“What the?” There was something stuck on the bottom of her foot. Something small and dense. She absentmindedly prodded and pushed at it with her finger, rubbing Anon’s helpless face into her sole and giving him another mouthful of tangy foot sweat. Eventually, she closed her fingers around the weird bit of debris and plucked it off. She brought Anon close to her face, and her eyes went wide.
“Huh?!” She nearly dropped him in surprise. Peeling a tiny person off her foot was certainly a shock, but she’d seen weirder things in her time at Hololive, so she found a way to remain calm. “Yo, you alive, dude? How long have you been down there?” Carefully, she poked at his dangling form and he successfully signaled that he was okay. Relieved, Mori then broke into a wide smile when she noticed that he was clad from head to toe in her limited edition concert merch. “Oh shit, what up, deadbeat? Why aren’t you out there in the crowd with everyone else?”
Anon cleared his windpipes of Mori’s foot gunk and explained the situation in detail, starting from when he first saw the [SOLD OUT] tag on her website. Mori nodded along during the story and sighed at the end.
“Yeah…I keep telling them to get a bigger venue, or like, make sure the tickets are going to actual fans. Scalpers suck, man.” She set him down on the table’s surface and crossed her arms. “But really, thanks for making it out here. Even if it took some, uh, drastic measures.” They shared a laugh.
The lightened mood was soured by a sudden pounding on the door. “Miss Calliope! We need you outside asap!” The source of the voice sounded desperate.
“Fuck! I thought I had way more time!” Mori bolted upright and nervously scanned around the room. “Can you go back to normal size now? I gotta get out there!”
Anon shook his head. Sheepishly, he explained that he was stuck at that size until the effects wore off in eighteen hours.
Mori danced in place, unsure of her next move. She didn’t want to leave the tiny fan alone in a dangerous situation, especially since he came this far just to support her. She blushed and held down her hand. “Here, hop on. I…I know a place I can keep you.”
Anon jumped up on her open palm and found himself at eye level with her impressive cleavage.
“Look, this is all I can think of for now. I’m sorry in advance…” Mori pulled up her tank top, reached behind her back, and unfastened her bra with her free hand. Her massive tits sagged a bit lower towards her stomach without the much needed support. Beads of sweat trickled down the pleasing slopes of her chest. “I-I know it’s weird but this outfit doesn’t have any pockets,” Mori stuttered out, hastily dropping Anon into the interior of her warm, steamy reaper cups. The dark plush material was awash with her scent and plenty damp to the touch. “Just bear with it okay? The good news is you won’t have to worry about falling out because…” Mori stumbled on her words a bit, fighting through the embarrassment,”...because it’s a really tight fit.”
With that, Mori quickly packed herself back into the brasserie, squishing Anon flat against her sizable udders. Mori wasn’t kidding, it was an incredibly tight fit, and a good portion of tit flesh was spilling out the sides of her bra. Mori’s pale pink nipple smothered the entirety of Anon’s face, his pitiful arms barely reached past the expanse of her areola, and the sheer weight of the rapper’s melons crushed the air from his lungs. The smell was less offensive than her feet, but the amount of perspiration pouring down and collecting here was much worse. Anon’s lower half was soon soaked in a warm bath of underboob sweat.
“Okay, let’s get going!” Mori said in huff, barely managing to snap her bra back into place and sealing Anon’s fate inside her sweltering cups. She finished assembling the rest of her outfit, grabbed her cap from the floor, and dashed out the door. Her enormous tits bounced, dipped, and wobbled along the way, pulverizing Anon’s frail body like he was nothing more than a living nipple pastie. If it was this bad walking, he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when she started dancing.
Mori blushed, feeling Anon’s tiny body squirm and struggle for breath against her sensitive chest. It was weird and more than a little arousing (not that she would admit to it). Stepping up to the stage, she gave her bra one last firm tug and silently apologized to her tiny fan for the upcoming three hour encore.
