Dog Hole Debacle and Flower Crowns
“Uh…?”
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
My shoulders had made it through, but my chest was jammed tight.
No matter how flexible this body was, trying to squeeze an adult figure through a hole meant for a kid was asking too much.
Or rather, I'd wildly underestimated just how developed this body was.
“Nngh…!”
I sucked in a breath, trying to shrink my chest as much as possible, but it was already wedged in good—no dice.
If anything, every breath just ramped up the pressure.
Rough bricks crushing my breasts. Hard stone digging into soft flesh.
This feels seriously dangerous.
“S-Sis? Why aren't you out yet?”
Charlotte's worried voice came from outside, where she'd been waiting.
I couldn't bring myself to say 'My tits are too big', so I just stayed quiet and groaned.
But time wasn't going to magically fix this.
In the end, I had no choice but to call for rescue.
“Ch-Charlotte…!”
“Yes, sis!”
“Can you… pull me out?”
“Huh? What's wrong, sis?”
“It's… uh… I'm stuck…”
Charlotte kept asking, not getting it.
“Stuck? Where?”
“It's… nngh… my, my ch-chest…”
“Pardon?”
“My chest is stuck!”
I finally yelled it out, swallowing my shame.
A beat of silence.
Seemed like it took Charlotte a second to process.
“Oh…”
A soft sigh.
I couldn't tell if it was pity or something else, but my face burned like it was about to explode.
Then she peered into the hole where I was stuck, and her eyes went wide.
“Oh no! I'll pull! Give me your hands!”
Charlotte grabbed both my hands in a panic.
Her small, soft palms wrapped around my wrists.
“One, two! Hiyah!”
She grunted and tugged, but a kid's strength wasn't cutting it.
My body didn't budge an inch, and instead, she nearly toppled backward from her own pull.
“Nngh… It's not working… You're stuck too tight…”
Charlotte made a miserable face.
I was losing my mind too.
My chest, pinched between the bricks, throbbed like it might burst.
This wouldn't do.
If I got stuck here and called for proper help, they'd think I was trying to escape during house arrest.
And worse—the humiliation would kill me.
'The lady who got rescued from a dog hole?'
Just imagining the rumors made me shudder.
“Hold on, Charlotte. Not my hands—grab my shoulders. Under the arms, and pull.”
“U-Under the arms? Got it!”
She reached in as I said.
Her fingers slipped into my armpits.
“W-Wait…!”
I flinched hard.
Her hands had brushed the sensitive skin inside.
But Charlotte had no time for my reaction.
Dead set on freeing me, she gripped tight.
“Pulling now! Hnnngh!”
“Hngh!”
As she yanked, the pressure intensified.
And the hand position was awkward.
Pulling from the armpits meant the backs of her hands naturally pressed against my breasts.
“Ow, it hurts! Charlotte, wait…!”
“Just a bit more! You're almost out!”
She wouldn't quit.
Planting her feet firm, she leaned back with her full weight—like a tug-of-war.
Scrrch.
Friction sounds, and my body inched forward ever so slightly.
It was pure torture.
Rough fabric scraping skin, her hands sending jolts everywhere—my mind went blank.
“Hnnngh… Hey, don't grab there…!”
“S-Sorry! But there's nowhere else to hold…!”
She tried readjusting and slipped.
Thwack!
“Kyaa!”
“…!”
Her hand slid right onto my breast, grabbing full-on.
Soft, ample flesh filled her palm.
My brain short-circuited white.
In this life or my past one, no one had ever groped me so blatantly.
“Ch-Charlotte…! Where are you grabbing…!”
“S-Sorry! It slipped…! Waaah! I'll grab again!”
She flailed to let go, but off-balance, she reflexively squeezed harder to steady herself.
Squish.
“Ow!”
A pained yelp slipped out before I could stop it.
What the hell was that sound?
My face was scorching.
“Sis! Hang in there! I'll get you out!”
“No, not that—your hands…!”
“Hiyah!”
Charlotte summoned her last burst of strength.
Gripping my breast firm, she threw herself backward.
Pop!
Like a cork from a bottle, my body shot out with a cheerful sound.
“Kyaaaa!”
“Uwaaak!”
Momentum was merciless.
We tumbled tangled across the grass.
Sky and earth flipped a few times.
Thud.
A heavy impact, and the world stopped.
“Nngh…”
I groaned, opening my eyes.
Cool dirt pressed against my back.
And on top of me.
“A-Are you okay…?”
Charlotte was straddling my waist, face buried in my chest.
Plush sensation.
Sweet soap scent.
Her hot breaths seeped straight through my thin dress.
“…”
Silence.
Only birdsong drifted peacefully.
Charlotte slowly lifted her head.
Her face was beet red, on the verge of bursting.
She'd realized where her face had been.
“H-Hiiik…!”
She yelped and rolled off me.
“S-Sorry! I committed a mortal sin! How could I, your humble sister, touch sis's… th-there…!”
She covered her face with both hands, panicking.
Her eyes spun visibly through her fingers.
I was embarrassed too, of course.
But if I freaked out, she'd only get more mortified.
Best move: act like it never happened.
I cleared my throat casually and sat up.
“Ahem. Thanks. You got me out.”
“Y-You're… not mad…?”
“Mad? You saved me.”
I brushed the dirt off my dress—smeared from the dog hole and tumble.
My chest ached, but I hid it.
“Anyway, this the outside?”
I changed the subject, looking around.
We'd emerged into a small garden behind the annex, linked to the woods.
Overgrown with weeds and vines from neglect, but it had its own charm.
Warm sunlight filtered through leaves; nameless wildflowers swayed in the breeze.
Grass scent, earth, wind brushing my cheeks.
“Pretty, right?”
Charlotte sidled up, shame forgotten.
“This is my favorite spot. No one comes here.”
“Yeah. Quiet and nice.”
Worth the dog hole humiliation.
“Sis, come here! Most flowers are this way!”
She tugged my hand.
Following her through the brush opened to a secret garden clearing.
White daisies and yellow dandelions carpeted the ground.
A massive tree loomed in the center, casting shade.
“Wow.”
The awe slipped out.
“Sit here, sis!”
She pointed to a flat rock under the tree, even dusting it with her skirt.
“Hey, don't dirty your clothes.”
“Hehe, it's fine.”
I perched awkwardly on the rock.
It was nicely warmed by the sun.
Charlotte squatted beside me, admiring flowers.
“This is rabbit grass, that's violet. And over there…”
Her chatter about flower names played like background music.
Peaceful.
House arrest sounded like jail, but this is more like vacation.
I leaned against the trunk, eyes closing.
Breeze tousled my hair.
Then Charlotte's voice.
“Sis.”
“Hm?”
I opened my eyes; she held out something.
A flower crown of white rabbit grass and tiny wildflowers.
Her delicate hands had woven it intricately—when?
“For me?”
“Yeah! Thought it'd suit you.”
She smiled shyly.
“Wanna try it on?”
I hesitated, then bowed my head.
She tiptoed, gently placing it on.
“How's it look? Weird?”
She shook her head vigorously, eyes wide.
“No! You look so pretty!”
“Flatterer.”
“Not flattery! For real!”
Unhappy with my tease, she puffed her cheeks.
“Fine, your turn.”
I grabbed her leftover flowers.
No handiwork skills, but I could fake it.
Twist stems, tuck blooms.
“Hmm…”
Harder than expected. Stems snapped, petals fell.
Charlotte giggled.
“Sis, don't squeeze so hard—you'll break them. Gently.”
“Quiet. I'm trying my best.”
After a struggle, I had a lopsided but passable crown.
Sticks poked out awkwardly.
“Here.”
I placed it on her head.
White flowers on black hair made her pale skin glow.
“Wow… pretty.”
No exaggeration.
Charlotte was gorgeous.
Skinny now, but she'd grow into a society-stunning beauty.
“Really…? I'm pretty too?”
“Yeah. Way prettier than me.”
Her face flushed apple-red at the praise.
She fiddled with her crown, head down bashfully.
“Hehe… Thanks, sis.”
We sat in the flower field a while longer before heading back to the annex.
The return felt lighter than the way out.
Until I remembered that damn narrow hole.
“Hey, Charlotte.”
“Yes?”
“Should we… just break a window?”
“Ehhh?”