Extended Play

Migiri giggled at first as Kishima stood up. She leaned forward and hugged Kishima tightly, giving her a warm, loving squeeze. "Oh, Mi-tan! We're not done yet!" She said as she ran her fingers through Kishima's head.

She let go of the head and bounded over to a duffel bag and then fished out a cell phone that was bedazzled and cased in a very girly manner. She then bounded back and wrapped an arm around Kishima once more and squeezed them tightly together.

"Ooook!" She said and held out the phone that was showing the camera. "Saaaaw pwetty pwincess and smile bwightwy!" She said and smiled brightly, pushing her finger against the screen to snap photos of each other in their switched outfits.

“Ngh!” Kishima grunted through grit teeth as Migiri threw her strong arms around the bruised up bomber in a tight embrace. The giant’s answer and the feeling of her hands through Kishima’s purple locks made her shudder in the hug. No matter how much she wanted to get out of here, it was perfectly clear that wouldn’t happen until Migiri allowed it. All she could do was keep playing along.

So when Migiri grabbed her phone and came back, putting her in yet another uncomfortably tight hug, Kishima tried pretending this was no different than getting a picture taken with a young fan. Things like that had often brought her a lot of joy once upon a time, though she couldn’t recall a fan ever beating the shit out of her in a match before trying to get a picture with her. That factor was hard to block out, and as Migiri snapped the picture, the best Kishima was able to manage was an obviously forced and not very successful attempt at a smile. She just hoped Migiri wouldn’t notice or care.

With one hand wrapped around Kishima, Migiri giggled every time she pushed the button on the ph0one and the flash lit their faces up for a brief moment. Having done this plenty of times, Migiri knew exactly what Kishima's face would look like and the girl did not disappoint. Really, she had been such a trooper about it, all things considered.

After snapping enogh pics to satisfy her, Migiri turned and looked at Kishima. "Ki-tan, I had so much fun today!" She said and leaned in for another bone crushing hug. "We should pway more often!" She pulled back and lifted up her head and ruffled Kishima's hair. "I wiww invite you to my next tea pawty, ok!?" Migiri chirped.

Giggling once more, Migiri gather up her things and gave one more wave to Kishima. "I'll get youw pwetty outfit back to you soon, Ki-taaaan! Baaaaaiiiii!"

Kishima endured to the best of her ability as Migiri took the pictures, inwardly praying no one else would ever be seeing them. But then again, she’d never seen any such pictures with Migiri and any other girl, so perhaps that wouldn’t be anything to worry about. But once that was over, there was still one more painful, crushing hug waiting for her.

“Nngh!!” Kishima grunted through grit teeth as she was squeezed in Migiri’s powerful clutches. Her hair was ruffled, only adding to the Bomber’s irritation, and she slumped down to her hands and knees once she was finally released. Panting, she listened as Migiri casually bid her farewell. But just before the giant could take her leave, Kishima called out to her.

“Hey, Mi-tan...” she said, her voice barely loud enough to be heard. “I think I’ve got a really cool idea for our next play date... Want to hear it?” In spite of the pain she was in, and the humiliation she’d been subjected to, the faintest of grins tugged at Kishima’s lips as she spoke.

Migiiri stopped in her tracks at Kishima's words. The "adult" in her was very surprised to hear that Kishima still wanted to "play" but, of course, when "kid" Migiri turned around, she had a giddy smile on her face.

"Another game!?" She screeched joyfully. "Ki-tan! You'we the best!" She chirped and bounded back towards Kishima and loomed over her. She reached down and pulled her into another tight, squeezing hug and nuzzled the girl affectionately.

"Whatisitwhatisitwhatisit!?" She said, speaking so fat she almost stumbled over her words as she held Kishima at arms length.

Kishima had just started trying to pull herself back up as Migiri came back over to her, and was suddenly pulled into yet another painfully tight hug. She grimaced and grunted through the pain, then took a few heavy breaths as soon as she was released.

Once she’d caught her breath, or at least enough to speak, Kishima grabbed onto Migiri’s wrists and pulled the large hands off of her, then looked up into the giant’s childish eyes with determination in her own. “In two weeks... Meet me in that ring out there again. This game.. I’m not sure if you’ve played it before, but I bet you’ve heard of it. It’s called.... Last...Woman...Standing...”

Migiri gasped as her wrists were grabbed and removed from Kishima. She was surprised that the bomber even had any fight left in her, but she listened attentively to Kishima's words and when the girl was finished, Migiri's grin spread wid, twisting into something that seemed much cruelly than the toddler titan should have been capable of.

She quickly covered it up by hopping up and down and clapping her hands together. "Oh, yaaaaay! Ki-tan we wiww get to pway for sooooo long!" She chirped.

There it was again. Since their first meeting, Kishima had seen a few brief glimpses of a much more sadistic, sinister presence in Migiri than the childish persona she typically displayed. And the moment the challenge for the Last Woman Standing match was made, it had surfaced once again. It wasn’t there long, but it was all Kishima needed to know her challenge was accepted, and that she had one hell of a fight ahead of her in two weeks.

When the “kid” in Migiri began to cheerfully celebrate the “playdate” to come, Kishima let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, we sure will, Mi-tan. I’m sure it’ll be lots of fun.” she said, then started to sluggishly limp past the titan toddler, heading toward the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get going.” The fact that she’d be walking out still in Migiri’s dress, which was bound to create quite a bit of confusion in the minds of any who saw her, didn’t even weigh slightly on Kishima’s mind. Assuming the giant allowed her to leave, she’d send the dress back to her soon, and try to fix up the top and tights Migiri had just torn by squeezing into. That was all for later, though. Right now, a shower sounded heavenly to the battered bomber.