SNOS-144

Platform

The moment I opened the door, my eyes were drawn to the female employees working in swimsuits. The fabric stretched to cling to their skin, not letting any of their breasts or waists escape. Kagura's K-cup breasts were in a class of their own. As the fabric pushed back and swelled, and the edges dug in, their softness and weight were exaggerated through the swimsuit. Her breasts never disappeared from view. Kagura, with her cool and straightforward personality, watched me work frantically, and gradually began to acknowledge me. She grew kinder. I also grew closer to her breasts. Seeing me struggling to concentrate, she said, "I guess it can't be helped," and the moment she touched my breasts, the tension of the fabric, her body temperature, and her softness—it all seemed unreal, and I stopped breathing. My workplace was driven crazy by the sensations of flesh through swimsuits. And I couldn't help but want to know what was on the other side of the fabric.