“Well, Shujin-sama’s favorite outfit leaves little to be imagined,” she replied with a little heat in her cheeks, thinking at first that he simply meant she was showing a lot of skin. He did seem to like teasing her in that way, even though he was the one that picked it out. She could imagine what people thought of her, and those thoughts always caused her to fidget. When they were alone on the road she could ignore it, but in a bustling town – even a town full of man-sized toads – she was reminded all too often. Still, she balanced easily when returned to her feet, and gave a little stretch, arms over her head, right hand clasping at left elbow. Back arched a little, chest and butt sticking out just a bit as she watched him move across the room, she quickly stepped her bouncy body over next to him, flashing a bit of nipple through her jacket and fishnet as she did so and then pausing nearby. Junko wasn’t sure, but she was fairly certain this didn’t qualify as a beach, and so his explanation definitely helped her understand at least a little. “Oh! This thing is…” she replied, letting her voice trail off and touching the water with her fingertips, the still pool rippling in her wake. It felt like water to her, the droplets from her index finger causing yet more expanding circles as they rejoined their home in the well. She flicked the liquid from her fingers and nodded, flushing again as he mentioned the possibility of her having a tight fit and crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and together slightly, fingers hugging her exposed sides.
Unfortunately, Junko’s attempt to hide her endowments a bit actually caused her carefully arranged outfit to malfunction again, exposing nipples slightly as she glanced down and to the right. He soon dropped into the well, himself, however, and she leaned over, watching him sink until he seemed to disappear. After a long moment’s hesitation in which she dug her toes into the floor, foot twisting from side to side nervously while one finger came up between her lips to nibble and slightly suckle anxiously on the tip, Junko finally moved forward and sat on the edge with her feet and legs up to the knee in the water. Slowly, she slid into the water, wincing a little as the edge of the wall caught against her rear and caused her to become stuck momentarily. A small wiggle later, she was sinking again, her soft, slender middle easily sinking into the water before, as was previously forecast, her rather large chest stuck against the opening, lifting slightly as they rested on that ledge. It was actually a long moment of wiggling before she turned slightly back over her shoulder to the attendant, and with an embarrassed, timid voice, she murmured, “Junko’s stuck… can you help her?” As humiliating as that was, having the toad’s somewhat slimy hands against her mostly bare breasts and helping her push them in (and, she was pretty sure, getting a few healthy gropes – hey, was that a pinch?!) while her hands were in the air was probably worse, which didn’t do anything for her blush. Finally, however, she had taken that breath and began sinking again, finally seeming to fall through the air with a small yelp before landing in her husband’s arms, red faced and immediately clinging to him. “Toads are perverts,” she commented in the tiniest voice, shrinking in a little. “Let’s get to the beach quickly, Shujin-sama?”
_________________Is it, or isn't so?
Am I dead, now, here in the snow?
Lay down, relax, come on how?
What you thought once was yours, is ours now