A/N: "School Girl Insecurities" rated T+? Low M? No action herein.

Orihime stared at the desk. Her pen had been right there, right in front of her. She looked away for one second and looked back- it was gone! Was this a magical desk? And if so, an evil magical desk, since it stole the pen?

Orihime got up to get another and took a few steps away, but there it was, on the desk! She sat back down. It was gone again.

Slowly, a thought occurred to her. She slid back in her chair and there it was, hiding under her chest. She frowned for two reasons. The first was no magical desk. The second was… had they gotten bigger?

She put down the pen, which vanished once again, and went into the bathroom. She stared in the mirror.

Am I gaining weight?

She pulled on her face to more closely examine it but no; it didn't really look as if she had.

My body has, then.

She rushed into her room and stripped down to her underwear in front of the only full length mirror in their house. She stared.

I can't tell. I should test it.

She flung open the closet. Most of her clothing was either airy and loose fitting or would stretch to fit her body. What could she use as an indicator? As she dug into the back, rarely used section, she saw it.

Oh, my old high school uniform! I can use this!

She unzipped the skirt and stepped into it. To her horror, she could not zip it up on the spot on her hips that she used to. She kept pulling it up and up until she could barely zip it up above the spot where she thought her waist should have been.

It's so high! My hips! Her hips had gotten bigger! She put her hands on them and pouted. She tried sliding her hands off of them and in front of her to see how wide they truly were, but she couldn't keep the distance steady.

Geez, I had to pull it up so high! I can see my underwear if I move around too much. I should start an exercise routine. She thought about it. She already had a morning exercise routine. Er, another exercise routine.

She sighed and picked up her shirt. She slipped it on and buttoned the neck. So far so good. She did the second button. Ok. She did the third button. It strained. She was used to buttons pulling, it was no big deal. She did the fourth button, and as soon as she let go both the fourth and third buttons snapped off.

Mou! They have gotten bigger! Alright I'll have to button it up from the bottom then.

She frowned. She couldn't do the bottom couple of buttons. Was it her hips' fault again? She managed to do a few buttons up over her abdomen but they were pulling, and she was defeated once again when she approached her breasts from the other direction.

Orihime sighed and set the buttons on her side table to mend later. She tied the bow around her neck out of habit and frowned at herself in the mirror.

I look different than I used to. Has it really been all that long?

She frowned as she attempted to look at her backside in the mirror. Did she look worse now? She thought about Ichigo. He kind of looked the same. But then again, he kind of looked different. Like a man. Orihime blushed thinking about it. Yes, she loved it. But then again, she'd always loved Ichigo.

She heard the door to their place open and close. Absentmindedly, a frown on her face, she went to greet her husband.

"I'm home!" Ichigo said, bending down to drop his bag and take off his shoes.

"Welcome home," she said in a rather dreary voice.

"Orihime, what's-" he looked up and stopped.

It suddenly dawned on her that she'd walked out to greet him in her gross non-clothes-fitting state.

Oh no! He'll see that I've changed sizes! Does he still think I'm good looking? But here I am going around reminding him that I've gotten bigger…

She looked down sadly and clasped her hands behind her back.

What Orihime thought Ichigo saw was a pathetic reminder that his wife had gotten bigger. What Ichigo actually saw, to be fair, was his wife standing in front of him in a state of semi-undress in her old school girl uniform. When she moved he could see her lightly colored thighs and the tip of her panties. And her shirt was wide open, a perfect window to her breasts squished together topped with a little bow. He swallowed. He would have given his left nut in high school to have seen her like this. Heck, he'd have given his right one too if he got to keep the main attraction and it still functioned. His eyes flitted between that oh-so-wonderful crevice between her breasts and that heavenly crevice between her legs and he was totally without words.

"Ichigo," her voice waivered, "Do you think… am I unattractive?"

He literally had to scream at his mind to tear his eyes away from her body and up to her face. He was dumbfounded.

"Wha-" he licked his lips and took another swallow. "What are you talking about?"

"Am I… still attractive to you?"

Words would not come out. Ichigo didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. He was torn between being unable to talk and wanting to shout, "Your breasts! Hey! I can see your breasts! Orihime, did you know I can see your breasts? Let me at those things!" He had absolutely nothing intelligent to say. He was torn between not being able to move and wanting to whip it out and knock her down right there in the entry way to do her with their clothes still on. He literally was not sure he would be able to wait long enough to remove them.

"Orihime, what are you doing to me?" he finally managed to get out.

"I wanted to see… well… I mean to see if I'd gotten bigger, but… And I have! My old clothes don't fit anymore!"

"Your clothes never fit right anyway, Orihime. Your breasts are freaking huge! I'm surprised any of your clothes survive them."

Orihime frowned.

Ichigo stood up and walked over to her, firmly placing his hands on her hips.

"What are you- yeek!"

He grabbed Orihime and hoisted her up over one shoulder.

"Hey," he said, trying not to laugh, "You're not as heavy as I thought you'd be."

"I-Ichigo put me down! What are you doing?"

Ichigo moved forward, determined.

"I'm taking you and your huge breasts into the bedroom to do what I like best with them."

"But I-"

"You will be keeping that outfit on, by the way. Well. Ok. You can loose the shirt. But keep the bow." He growled and kicked the door shut behind them.