It'd always been a bit weird for Chiharu around the Eiken clubhouse, and today was no exception to the matter. Another one of Kirika's hairbrained schemes has Densuke out doing who knows what in who knows who's clothing... Chiharu didn't even want to think about it as she shook her head, tossing memories of locker rooms and crossdressing from her head, her long red hair tussling slightly into her eyes. Brushing the long locks from her eyes, she looked up into the sky, noting the dark clouds quickly approaching her, and being slightly relieved that it was almost the weekend. She needed the time off to get away from all the hecticity of school, and the Eiken club, and... oh, of course, Kirika. She may have to deal with her sister, but it was better than some of the craziness that happens during the week. And it was a holiday weekend, too! Three days away from crazy schemes, near-death experiences... and maybe some extra time to spend with Densuke.
Ugh... her sister, though. Yuriko got more and more lecherous and annoying almost every day, it seemed, and with her consistent growth, Chiharu got groped more and more by her excited sister more often than ever. She tried to keep the fact that she had to upgrade a size in bras a secret as long as possible. That lasted about three hours before her sister got into her closet, noticing the newer tag and size, ending in a rampage chase through the house and Chiharu tried to both retrieve her new undergarments whilst dodging any attempts at physical affirmation of the new size. She knew she wouldn't stop growing soon, still being so young, but it still made her jump slightly when she was told she was measuring at 109cm (43 inches). She was almost as big as Komoe! She did calm herself though as she was reminded she wasn't nearly as short or young, and shivered when she thought about just how large the young 6th grader would end up being when she turned Chiharu's age.
Though... she was still a bit shaken at just how large she's gotten, and it didn't seem to slow down. If anything, it was getting faster! She kind of wished some of the growth would go to her height... 5'3" was a bit short, and with the rest of her blossoming, on her short frame her breasts looked even larger! It was tempting to try and diet away some of it, but if she were anything like her mother, it would be in vain... that weight was there to stay. It wasn't as if she were changing her diet too much... she was going out to lunch a bit more with her sister and Densuke (not at the same time though, god forbid) than she regularly had. Strangely, her sister was more than willing to take her out to lunch... she wasn't sure if she was finally starting to mature, or if there was some other act that wasn't so altruistic, but for now she was fine getting the free meals... even if the conversation between them was less than stellar. Half the time she knew Yuriko was sneaking glances at her breasts, and while it bothered her slightly, she was starting to become a bit desensitized to it. She knew it would happen, but as long as she wasn't aggressively groped in public, it didn't bother her too much. Most people snuck glances at her... it wasn't too often you saw a 15-year-old girl with what seemed like flesh volleyballs in her shirt. It wasn't just that... her hips were a bit wide and fleshy too, so no matter which side people viewed from, she still got the glances. After a while, she though that maybe she'd get used to it, but the constant growth just made it that more awkward for her.
Walking along the boardwalk back to the Eiken club to pick up her things for the weekend, Chiharu continued to keep her eyes to the sky, tracing the outlines of the quickly moving clouds as the sky began to pale. Because of the aerial distraction, she failed to notice her sister sneaking ahead of her through the bushes, a large package in her hands, and a wide smirk on her face. Her short, skinny body allowed her to maneuver in between the bushes and trees with speed her sister would never be able to manage... and thanks to her new purchase, it would soon become even harder for her. It may have set her back a few thousand yen, but Yuriko didn't mind. Her little odd jobs and things that she did for Kirika gave her enough money to do what she wanted for the most part. And with the new realization of her sister's new bras and the discovery of her growth... it was time to have some real fun.
Thanks to Kirika's advice and some helpful links on the internet, she stumbled upon a brand new idea, and thanks to Chiharu's naivety, it would work perfectly. Stepping as carefully as she could as she ran towards the clubhouse, making sure none of her surprise would be ruined, she finally arrived, noting that her sister was so far behind she could barely see her. It was perfect. Quietly creaking the door open, she noted that Kirika had kept up her end of the bargain: there was nobody in sight. Most people would assume most of them had left for the long weekend, but Yuriko knew better. She tiptoed with a slight bounce, her whole body jumping, her short skirt flittering up above her waist every time she jumped, to the lone table in the center of the entryway, darting her eyes back and forth in futility, knowing full well nobody would be around to see her. Placing her package carefully on the table, a slight clank was heard as what seemed to be porcelain hitting wood. Pulling the sheet off her item, it revealed a large platter of plump pork dumplings, steam rising slightly from their relevant freshness. About twenty or so of the hacky-sack sized confections laid upon the plate, tossed feverishly upon the platter, proof as one rolled from the top and slid towards the edge of the table, caught just in the nick of time by Yuriko's quick reflexes (undoubtedly trained with all her attacks on her sister). She squeezed the confection slightly, juice squirting up into the air and onto her nose. Shocked, she quickly wiped the grease from her nose and placed the dumpling back on the platter, jumping back and making sure she hadn't ingested any. Sighing in relief, she tiptoed back towards the door before sprinting back to the table and pulling out a small sign. After placing it in front of the platter, she quietly exited, her smirk wider than ever.
"For Chiharu, From Densuke"
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