Isabelle rubbed her eyes and looked around as she fully woke up. While she was relieved that you weren't there to notice that she fell asleep on the job, she could’ve sworn she felt something funny in her bosom. But she decided that it wasn’t anything to get overly concerned about. She had to get her work done, lest she could get a severe reprimanding out of you.
As for you, you were still trapped upside-down up to your ankles in her cleavage. Your arms quickly got tired from the squirming, making it even more difficult to even move. If you tried to reorient yourself, if you could, your feet would sink into her cleavage, leaving you trapped with nowhere to grab on to.
Though, admittedly, you’d rather have it that way than pass out from hanging upside down.
With the sound of her fur constantly rustling against your ears, you could barely hear what was going on outside. You could’ve sworn you heard Ankha’s voice. But you couldn’t tell for sure.
At this point, your arms were really aching, and breathing was getting tough. In your attempt to stay still and quiet, your feet simply couldn’t keep a grip and sank to where you were. There goes any chance of trying to get around.
Thankfully, you were held tightly enough that there was little chance that you’d fall through the bottom, so at the very least, you were completely safe here. But part of you worried what Isabelle would think once she finds you in here. Granted, you did try to get her attention, and an awkward chain of events led you to what could very well be the safest place you could possibly be. Especially in this state.
You decided you’d make the best of the situation by slowly reorienting yourself right-side up, and making yourself comfortable in this cozy environment as the soft walls held you up snugly in a warm embrace. Deep down, you were almost glad you chose this over anything else.
A few minutes later, everything suddenly got heavier for a moment, then everything began to rhythmically shake gently. Maybe Isabelle got up and began walking. Your arms were still sore from struggling to move. The warmth and the soft mounds massaging you were lulling you to sleep.
Meanwhile, Isabelle still felt a strange itch in her bosom. But it seemed to stop tingling. She, again, figured it wasn’t too important to deal with. Especially in public. “I should go check his house. He didn’t tell me he was taking the day off today.”
She knocks on your door, but of course, you weren’t there to respond.. “Mr. Mayor? Are you home?” She asks. But she was answered with silence.
Not too long after, she begins asking some villagers if they’ve seen you. But none of them knew. Some said that the last they saw of you was going into the Town Hall. She thought she knew you were there, but where could he have gone?
By this time, you were sound asleep. And you’d stay asleep for hours.
13 hours later...
Isabelle, having not bothered with the intruder in her shirt all day, finally got her work done. It was late at night. She shivered a bit as she stepped out the door on her way home.
But before she got home, she decided to stop by your place again. But once again, knocking on the door was answered with no response whatsoever. “Oh dear… where could he be?” Isabelle thought to herself worriedly, shortly before starting for home.
Once she was in the warm comforts of her home she removed her vest and hung it up. “Hey, Isabelle.” Digby waved.
“Hi, Digby.” Isabelle replied. But the tone of her voice was enough to clue him in.
“I presume that the mayor is still a no-show?” Digby asked.
“Yeah.” Isabelle explained. “Truth be told, I… fell asleep on the job. But… when I woke up, he was gone. Nobody else has seen him since he came into the Town Hall.”
“Well, I’ll be on the lookout in case he turns up again.” Digby replied. “Good night, Isabelle.”
“Good night!” Isabelle waved as Digby left for his room.
Now in her own room, Isabelle remembered the strange itch in her shirt as she unbuttoned it. Once her shirt was off, she sat down on her bed and reached in there. This caused you to fall through. Lucky you. If she wasn’t already sitting on her bed, the fall might have hurt.
But nevertheless, the fall woke you up immediately. You found yourself lying atop Isabelle’s skirt. Before you could figure out what was going on, you felt a fuzzy grip surround you. Seemed like she grabbed you, and then raised you up so she could see you. Evidently, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Meanwhile, you tried not to stare.
“Mr. Mayor?!” She gasped in surprise. “How are you so small?”
“I-I don’t know!” You reply.
“I-I’ve been looking for you all day. W-were you in there the entire time?”
You nod, preparing for the worst. Though you never knew your own secretary for getting mad at you, especially when you’re in a situation you can’t control. But you were kinda pushing it this time.
“Umm… well… since you are tiny, I suppose it can’t really be helped.” Isabelle sighed. “At least I know that you’re safe now. We’ll try to find a way to fix this first thing in the morning.”
Isabelle suddenly blushed for a moment.
“It… wasn’t uncomfortable in there… was it?” She asked you.
“Uh… no.” You answer. “It was actually quite nice.”
“Oh, really? Good.” Isabelle replied. “I hope you don’t mind staying in there for tonight.” She leans on her back, seeming to expect you to ease your way in. “Make yourself comfortable.” She says.
As nice as Isabelle is, you never thought in a million years that she’d do something like this. You’d think she’d settle for something else, like just laying on a pillow, or something like that.
Those thoughts occur to you before you slide down and dive back into Isabelle’s bosom. The fluff surrounding it seemed to absorb your feet, then your legs. As the rest of your body started to be enveloped by the fuzz, your feet and legs were being taken in by her breasts. You slow down as more of your body vanishes in between her breasts, which pressed against your body tighter and tighter as you descended.
Once you settle into place, being tightly hugged from either side by her cushy breasts, Isabelle began rhythmically hugging them together, massaging you into a warm, fuzzy slumber.
As you fell asleep, Isabelle put on her PJs and fell asleep with you still carried within the soft confines of her bosom.
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