Chapter #7Another spurt by: Voix   Yuriko stared downwards. Far from feeling flat, she felt hollow. There was a burning, enraged jealousy consuming her from the inside out. It could only be filled if she had boobs. Big boobs. Bigger than all of these fat-tittied cows lounging around, these lucky giantesses with room-busting curves who didn't even realize how unnatural they were. It was absurd! It was unfair! Yuriko realized she'd stood up, just past the edge of the sized-up couch, and she was stamping her feet, steaming with rage. She should be growing! She needed to grow! Grow! Grow! Grow!
A sudden softness sank across Yuriko's chest, and for one instant, she looked down in expectant, dawning joy. Then, she realized that Teacher's thick nipple had swollen into her. It was bigger than a softball, and she couldn't even see Teacher around the vast expanse of checker-marked, overstuffed dress in front of her. She was so big her breasts were squishing down onto the ground from where she sat, bumping Yuriko backwards. Then, something shoved into her butt. She turned, squeaking impotently as Kyoko, now nearly eye-level with her while sitting cross-legged on the ground, was swelling outwards too, her soft blue sweater enveloping Yuriko's legs.
She tore herself away, squeezing out from between the two giantesses, then tripped, falling forward and faceplanting into something soft again. A strong, firm hand circled around her waist and pulled her up, and she found herself eye-level with Komoe. Then, she was forced to ride the wave as her huge pink tits exceeded even the giant-like reach of the little girl. She scrabbled, barely hanging on as they wooshed forward, Komoe bearing a look half of ecstasy, half of concern. Yuriko sternly punched down, for spite, but Komoe only closed her eyes, moaning, bouncing, throwing Yuriko off of her.
Head spinning from the sudden throw, Yuriko groaned, squeezing around her. Her sister's voice, magnified from above her, whimpered. "Y-Yuriko, don't s-squeeze them, you'll m-make them..." She moaned, unable to hold it back as they surged Yuriko forward, back in the other direction, the snapping of a vast bra torturously echoing in the scrawny girl's ears as the giant, bed-filling breasts pressed her into Komoe's even larger set. She screamed, muffled by all of the soft titflesh, clawing her way up until she could at last breathe.
Only to find her vision filled by a descending ceiling of cleavage. She got a brief impression of Kirika's yellow top, far, far too small even in this horrifying new reality. It was only just covering her around the middle, leaving an endless, yawning expanse of under-cleavage, and it suddenly fell on top of Yuriko, blanketing her again, making her screams so faint they could barely be heard.
"Good job, girls!" Boomed Kirika. Just the sound of her voice set Yuriko's marshmallowy prison jiggling around her, jostling her, sliding her even deeper into her own personal hell. "We can still fit into the old clubhouse after all!"
"Barely," said Kyoko. "This was an exercise in idiocy. And something's strange. Stranger than usual."
"I can't seeeeeeee," Komoe complained. The "little" girl sounded muffled, though not nearly to the extent of Yuriko. She had to be close to the bottom of the giantess boob-pile.
"Wh-Where's Yuriko?" Chiharu asked. "I j-just had her, but then, my... My b-b-bra..."
There was another round of terrible, jealousy-inducing, warm, smothering bouncing and jiggling. Yuriko could hear creaks, the walls and floors straining as the girls played an impromptu game of twister looking for her, and she slid down, finally finding safe, though warm, breathing room. She glanced to the side--she was between her sister's spread legs, and just those thighs, flat on the ground, were up to her waist. "Not fair, not fair, not fair," Yuriko chanted to herself.
"Oh, I'm sure she's fine. Just enjoy it!" Kirika said, making the ceiling of flesh shake over Yuriko's head. "This is the last time we'll meet in the clubhouse. It was so nice of the academy to give us the football field."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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