Densuke couldn’t decide. He really wanted to grow Chiharu, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate or enjoy it. Kirika would get more of a kick out of it and would want to go bigger, but he isn’t into her. It was so tough, he couldn’t decide.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day. One of us could be massive right now, and all you have to do is choose,” Kirika piped up, still pressing her chest against Chiharu’s.
“I’m thinking about it,” he struggled to say, while his brain fought over who he wanted to choose. Then he thought of something, and decided to give it a shot, “can’t I grow both of you?” Kirika turned full front to him, “I suppose you could, but not at the same time.” Densuke then scratched his head as he responded, “Well, I guess then Kirika…” and before he could finish his statement, Kirika grabbed him in a headlock and started dragging him away from Chiharu.
“Good choice, Densuke. Glad you came to your senses.”
“But Kirika, I didn’t make a decision,” he said while trying to escape the hold she had on him.
“Too bad. I heard my name first, so that means you picked me first.” Densuke tried to turn around, and could only get enough to see Chiharu leaving out the door, with one arm over her face. He had to talk to her. “Kirika, let me go.”
“Oh no. I know you want to go to Chiharu, and I told you that you can, but not till I get what I want.” She flopped backward on the couch and pulled Densuke onto her, “So the only way to get to her is to make me so big, that I can’t stop you from leaving. You can try, but you better be careful. If you try and escape before then, I might just decide to trap you under my big boobs.”
Densuke sat there, starring at Kirika’s big breasts resting on her body. His hands trembled as he tried to rationalize what he had to do in order to get to Chiharu. Kirika was getting fed up with waiting, “Oh come on,” she grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts, “like this, remember?” She mashed his hands against her chest and soon he had taken over. Kirika tilted her head against the arm of the couch and enjoyed her growth. Densuke mashed and groped as hard as he could. Kirika looked back up and watched as her breasts rose upward and slopped down one side of her body. After a few minutes, Densuke looked at the clock and at the exit. He thought he might have a chance to get away, but Kirika was only a few inches bigger than what she was before. Could he risk it?
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