A cowgirl suit.
And not one of those ''female-cowboy'' ones, oh no. A black-and-white cow suit, composed by a spotted short skirt with a tail in the rear, striped stockings, a tiara with tiny horns in her head and the smallest top ever. The fact that the girl's breasts were almost overflowing out of the bra only accentuated it's obvious smallness.
Mikuru was looking as uncomfortable as with every other dress or cosplay she had been forced to wear, but this time it was even more justified: The straps from the bra were cutting in her skin, the string knotting the cups together was at its limit and the fabric was so stretched one could perceive the nipple under it. Besides, her skirt was almost ripping at the seams, revealing even more of Mikuru's thighs. After a few seconds standing here with my mouth agape, I pulled myself together:
-Haruhi, this is...-I started.
-Yeah, I know! It totally sucks! I made extra-sure the bra was her perfect size, but look at her, she looks like she's gonna burst out of it! Unless...-Another smile, another chill down my spine.
Haruhi got in her usual molesting stance, that is, grabbing Mikuru's breasts from behind. Mikuru's whimpers increased accordingly.
-Whoa, look at those! So this is the problem here, your breasts got even bigger!-They truly were. Mikuru's already ample chest looked fuller and rounder, but still as firm as ever. Haruhi's hands traveled to the hips area.-And your butt too!-That was also true. Mikuru's figure was already generous and curvy, but now, looking at her, she looked like an hourglass. Or maybe a guitar. Or an 8. I forced myself to look away from her, knowing well the consequences if I were to fall for her again.
-I thought you had already bloomed, Mikuru-chan, but it seems I was wrong-Said Haruhi-. Or maybe you have gained weight? Whatever, a healthier look was exactly what I was looking for! In fact, in a hunch, I ordered a bigger cowsuit just in case, and it looks I was right. Stay here, I'll go back home and bring it here.
And with that, she stormed right out from the room, leaving poor Mikuru in the same flimsy clothes. I quickly gave her my jacket, and Koizumi and I got out of the room again.
-Tsk...-Itsuki was looking kind of nervous, which is pretty rare in him.
-What? An enclosed space?
-Oh, no, no, don't worry, there hasn't been any kind of paranormal activity lately. It's just that...well...Mikuru-chan's ''developement''...
-W-what of it?
-Doesn't it look too...you know...sudden? Yesterday she was wearing the same clothes as always and they didn't look as tight.
-In fact...before Haruhi entered, Mikuru-chan was sitting near me, and they looked the same as always.
-Well, isn't that awfully weird?-I must have been developing an allergy to smiles, because the one Koizumi had in his face made me shiver for the third time.
-You mean...
-Don't you remember? Last week, Haruhi was watching on her laptop that famous anime show with those, ummm, specially gifted ladies, wasn't she? She kept making remarks at how small Mikuru's breasts looked in comparison...
-You mean she can do that? She can just change someone's body just by thinking about it?-In my mind, the pigeons in the shrine rapidly flashed.-Yes, yes she can. So what is going to happen?
-That, dear Kyon-kun, is for Haruhi to decide, and for us to prevent.
Like always, Itsuki was right, but...
I thought about her ''new'' body. The round, heavy breasts, the wider hips...if we did nothing to stop her, would those keep growing? Do I want to stop that from happening?
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