Going to school and attending classes are the bare minimal expectations of a student. Public education only covers what has been deemed essential knowledge for those entering society. In most cases, any student wanting to seek education in a more specialized field and attend college or university must take the initiative themselves. Whether through club activities or cram school, each student was responsible for learning and practicing what the education system couldn't include in the mandatory curriculum.
And so, while the final bell had been rung, freeing students from their obligatory time at school, he had remained to continue polishing the skills and techniques he had been cultivating in the Art Club. Unlike the year before, when he was the only active member of the club, the scruffy-haired young man, Hachiouji Naoto, needed to set up an easel and supplies for the only other member who joined that year.
"Looks like we really aren't going to get any more members this year. If nobody joins after I graduate, it'll just be Sunomiya-kun left. Will the Art Club shut down if that happens?" Bringing one of the busts out of the adjoining storage room, he finished setting everything up and sat at his easel to wait for the younger girl to arrive. "Sure, I might have been the only one left when Buchou graduated, but I'm still technically the President now. I have to start thinking about making it easier on my kouhai who will still be here after I leave."
Being an introvert who avoided failure and dedicated himself to the pursuit of art, Naoto only had two friends in his grade until that fateful day in the library last year. While trying to avoid a group of girls a grade younger than him, he caught the attention of a certain, tanned, dark-haired girl who changed his life. While he couldn't claim her friends as his own, he did have a good relationship with more people than ever before, and it was all thanks to her.
"...Nagatoro. I'll have to leave her behind too." A sense of melancholy dampening his mood, despite how much she teased and made fun of him, that was just her way of showing affection. He had seen how she treated those she didn't care about, and even during her most extreme and annoying antics, there was a warmth to her actions. "W-Well, there's n-no guarantee that I'll get into u-university this year anyway. I-If I become a ronin, that would mean I'd still be in town at least." With a weak chuckle at the self-deprecating joke, a small part of him genuinely did hope that such a possibility became a reality.
While neither of them had said it aloud, he knew that their relationship was special. He knew that he was in love with his kouhai, Nagatoro Hayase.
However, since the beginning of the year, they hadn't been able to spend as much time together, at least, not in the club room like they used to. With the smaller, more athletic girl joining the Judo Club and him having another club member around now, they had to make plans to hang out at other times instead. Yet, even then it didn't feel like they spent enough time together.
"I wish I could spend more time with–"
"Sorry I'm late, Senpai." Opening the door abruptly, the purple-haired first-year girl entered the room.
"Ah, Sunomiya-kun. That's alrigh…" Initially started by the busty, younger girl's entrance, Naoto clutched a hand over his heart to calm down when an overwhelming sense of fatigue hit him so hard, he couldn't even finish his sentence. Falling out of his seat, he was unconscious before he even hit the floor.
Seeing her senpai collapse, the purple-haired girl rushed to his side. "Senpai? Senpai, what's wrong?" He was burning up with a fever and sweating profusely, yet his breathing was calm like he was peacefully sleeping. "Senpai, wake up. Hachiouji-senpa–huh?"
Waking up to lying on a hard surface, Naoto opened his eyes and sat up as he tried to make sense of what happened to him. His vision was blurry and unfocused, and he felt oddly cold despite the summer heat, but other than a heavy grogginess, he was fine.
"Senpai!? Oh, thank goodness you're awake!"
Sunomiya-kun? I must have worried her, but why does she sound so loud?Shaking his head to clear the haze muddling his thoughts, the scruffy-haired boy rubbed his eyes as they refocused. Huh? Wh-Where are my conta–!?When he did, he didn't feel the contact lenses he had in before passing out. However, his eyes were able to focus just fine without them, and what he saw took him by surprise.
Sitting before him in plain, cute-looking underwear, was his kouhai as she stared down at him with a neutral face of concern. Both her unexpressiveness and disregard for wearing clothes mirroring traits of her cousin and his senpai, the previous Art Club President, while he wasn't unfazed by seeing her half-naked, that wasn't what surprised him. Instead, it was the fact that she appeared to loom over him at an impossible size that freaked him out the most. "H-Huh!? Wh-What's going on? Am I dreaming or something? B-But why would I dream of Sunomiya-kun?"
"Senpai, calm down. You passed out and while you were unconscious you seem to have shrunk." Concisely explaining everything she knew that happened, Hana held up a ruler and placed it next to him. "You're currently about 75mm tall. Are you feeling any other discomforts?"
Unable to keep looking at the younger girl sitting unabashedly in her underwear, Naoto nervously reached up to adjust a pair of glasses on his face that were not there. "U-Ummm… Leaving that to the side of a moment, Sunimiya-kun…" Patamiming moving an object to the side, his attentive kouhai mimicked his movements while nodding. "...w-why are you in your u-u-underwear?"
"Well, I thought you'd be uncomfortable being the only one naked. If you want, I can fully undress." Without a hint of hesitation, the purple-haired first-year began to slip the straps of her bra off her shoulder while reaching behind her back.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop! That won't be…hmm?" Trying to get her to stop, the shrunken young man paused when he registered what she said about him. 'N-Naked'?Looking down at his body, while it made sense, he hadn't even thought that his clothes wouldn't have shrunken with him! Crying out in a panic, he quickly covered his exposed manhood and his face lit up in a bright shade of red. "Ahhh! S-Sorry, Sunomiya-kun! I-I didn't mean to…"
"Just a moment, Senpai. I can't actually hear you from there." With her bra half-off, Hana picked up the tiny, scruffy-haired boy and held him closer to her ear. "I was just guessing at reading your lips and letting the power of LOVE fill in the gaps!" Like her cousin, she shared a passion for relating art and life to 'love'. However, unlike Sana, Hana's body, mouth, and voice became much more expressive, exaggeratedly so, when she spoke of 'love'.
"'L-L-Love'?! Sunomiya-kun, wh-what do you mean!?" And inexperienced as he was with romance, Naoto freaked out even more from the possible, unexpected confession.
"Hmm? Ah, sorry, Hachiouji-senpai. Respect is also a form of love, and I respect you very much. Don't worry, I have no intention of disturbing your love with Nagatoro-senp–!" As she tried to clear up his misunderstanding, Hana was hit by a flash of inspiration and abruptly stood up, sending Naoto tumbling down her body and bouncing off her chest to land on the table. "That's it! This is your chance, Senpai! You can stay with Nagatoro-senpai while we figure out how to change you back to normal! I'll take you to her now!"
Recovering from the rough landing, Naoto tried to get his excited kouhai's attention as she got dressed. "Sunomiya-kun! Wait, that's not going to work! Nagatoro's away on a–!" Either ignored or unheard, Naoto was cut off as she grabbed him and raced out the door with a passionate war cry.
Racing down the stairs and through the halls towards the Judo Club, few students staying after school meant that Hana didn't have to worry as much about running into someone. Once the thought of passing her shrunken senpai off to the petite, athletic girl entered her mind, there was no time for hesitation.
This is great! Hachiouji-senpai and Nagatoro-senpai will get so much closer to each other while he's so small. I'm a bit worried about leaving Senpai alone with that Demoness, but this is just a trial of LOVE!Trusting in the relationship her two senpai had built up, Hana pushed away all the darker thoughts she had of the tanned girl teasing and tormenting the scruffy-haired boy. Then we can start figuring out how to turn Senpai back–!Turning the corner as she neared the judo dojo next to the main school building, Hana ran into someone from behind, causing her to throw up her hands and fall back onto her butt. "I-I'm sorry! I was in a rush and–"
"Huh? Kouhai? What are you doing here?" Before she could finish her apology, a familiar voice interrupted her as the person she bumped into offered a hand to help her up. A more rough-and-tumble-looking girl with vibrant orange hair and friend of Nagatoro's, Maki Gamo. "Shouldn't you be in the art room with Paisen?"
One of the Demoness' friends! If I let her get her hands on Senpai…Looking up at the orange-haired girl, Hana quickly jumped up to her feet and hid her hands behind her back. "I had a question for Nagatoro-senpai. I was going to go back to the club room after I asked."
"Hmm? Hayacchi's not here today. Had a family thing to do." Adjusting the strap slung over her shoulder as she stood back up, Gamo smirked at her. "But now I'm curious about what you'd come to see her about. Something to do with Paisen, I bet."
"N-No. No, it's nothing. I'll be heading back now!" Before the keen girl could notice their vulnerable, shrunken senpai, Hana ran off back the way she came. If the Demoness isn't here today, that just means I'll have to look after Senpai today–!?Bringing her hand closer to her chest to mitigate some of the violent motion for the tiny young man, the purple-haired girl only just noticed that she wasn't holding him any longer!
"What's got her so jumpy?" As the dust trail left in the younger Sunomiya's wake settled, Gamo was left confused by the girl's antics.
However, there was someone who understood why she left in such a hurry, and he was praying to whatever gods would hear him so that he wouldn't be discovered. While it was his smaller size that made him not want to end up in the orange-haired girl's clutches, it was also what was keeping her from noticing him hanging off the side of her school bag.
"Whatever. Gotta get to practice." Shrugging and heading into the judo club's dojo, Gamo dismissed the odd encounter.
Why did it have to be Gamo-chan?! If she notices me…Too afraid to risk letting himself fall to the ground and try to get away, Naoto tightened his grip.O-Once she puts her bag down, then I'll run for it. Gamo-chan wouldn't hurt me… p-probably, but i-if she gets her hands on me.
A year's worth of experience was warning him not to be caught by the rambunctious girl. Being taken to and shared between his crush's friend group before they decided to tell her about his circumstances was the least of his worries. Sakura was a natural flirt with little awareness of how her words or mannerisms could be interpreted more suggestively and seductively more often than not. And while Yoshi would be mostly harmless on her own, she was easily influenced by the girls around her. Put all of them together and he could easily imagine things getting out of hand.
Closing his eyes and shaking his head as various possibilities played out in his mind, Naoto tried to focus on what he'd do after getting away.If I can get back to Sunomiya-kun, we can think of something–whoa!
Distracted by his thought, the shrunken young man was caught off guard as the bag he was clinging to was lightly tossed onto the bench in the girls' changing room, breaking his grip. Skidding across the smooth benchtop, the unathletic Naoto was stunned for a moment as he recovered from the impact, sitting up as he held his head.
Ouch… That's what I get for not paying atten…tion…?Knowing that he had to act quickly, while his body was still sore, Naoto opened his eyes to find a hiding place before Gamo saw him. However, seeing his surroundings only clued the scruffy-haired boy that he had come to a stop in someone's shadow.
Reflexively, he looked up at the towering figure but saw only a ceiling of the seat of girls' sports underwear rapidly descending upon him. However, from the size and shape of the buttock filling and stretching out the undergarment, there was only one girl in the Judo Club that he could think was about to sit on him, Shiki, or as he called her 'Dekaionna'. Falling back on his back and throwing up his arms in an attempt to protect himself, there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. "Dekaionna! W-WAI–!"
Having a bigger build than most girls her age, the busty brunette already had difficulties managing her weight. Unlike Nagataro and Orihara, she didn't have many girls in her weight class to practice against, and practicing with girls too many weight classes under her can only help so much.
Feeling around her core, while her stomach wasn't as toned as the others, there wasn't enough excess fat to be considered unhealthy.That just leaves my ass and breasts… Are they growing again?
Grabbing a handful of her meaty backside, the brunette's fingers sunk into the doughy flesh when she gave it a squeeze. She had much the same results when she grabbed her breasts. When contained in her sports underwear, neither was too noticeable, but that didn't change anything during weigh-ins. As the weight of her mammaries settled and spread out in her hands, she sighed as she tried to estimate if they weighed more than she remembered or not.
Well, I can't stay in Middleweight anymore anyway, and I still have some leeway before Heavyweight. It's not like I can change my genetics. There's no use complaining about something out of my control.Almost a habitual response to holding something so soft, she tightened and relaxed her grip on her boobs a couple times to release stress.
However, when she adjusted her fingers, one pressed into her nipple at an odd angle when squeezed it, sending a jolt of pleasure to run up her spine. Biting her lips to stifle the moan trying to escape, she released her chest and covered her face. The warmth in her cheeks was unavoidable, but she was glad nobody was around to see her.
I'll just have to practice and train more to make up for the weight I've gained.Pushing unnecessary thoughts aside, she slipped on her sports underwear, though they certainly felt a bit tighter than usual.
"Oi, if it isn't Shikki! Not with Sniffer or Asaka today? That's weird."
Looking up to see Gamo walk into the changing room, Shiki subtly turned her hide her chest as she adjusted each breast to sit comfortably in her sports bra. "Gamo? I went ahead of them, they'll be here soon, though I could say the same about you and Nagatoro. It's good to see you two being serious about practice again though."
"Yeah, well Hayacchi's got her motivation back, so I figured I'd support her, ya know? Though she had a family thing today." With a cheeky smile, she tossed her bag onto the bench and adopted a fighting stance, throwing a couple jabs into the air. "Besides, I've been keeping up on my training at home." There was no denying that, unlike the smaller, more flexible Nagatoro, Gamo didn't appear to be rusty at all. A bit unrefined due to not practicing as intensely, but her physical condition was still top-notch.
"If only you'd take your training more seriously you'd–hm?" Grabbing her shitabaki, Shiki sat down to put them on but paused when she thought she heard something. "Did you hear that?"
"Hmm? Hear what?" Already stipping to get changed, Gamo looked over at the brunette and snickered a bit. "The bench creaking under your huge butt?"
Not nearly as amused with the joke at the one who said it, Shiki narrowed her eyes but sighed and said nothing. Actually… Am I sitting on something?As her focus was drawn to her backside, however, Shiki did feel something had gotten wedged between her hefty cheeks. Wiggling her hips over whatever it was, she shrugged as it didn't feel uncomfortable and figured it was just her underwear riding up… again.
"Hey, this place just got renovated. You trying to grind your way through the bench?"
Having gotten distracted, when Shiki looked back at Gamo, she had already changed into her judo gi and put her bag in her locker. "Oh, something felt off… I'll see you out there." Pulling up her pants as she got up, the busty brunette tried to ignore the snickering girl and finish getting ready for practice.
"Sure. I'll head out first then." Leaving with a taunting grin, Gamo waved her off and left the room.
Heaving a weary sigh, Shiki looked down at where she had been sitting, wondering why she rubbed her butt into it for so long but saw nothing unusual. "Then what was… Huh?" Tugging on her shitabaki to get them over her wide hips, she felt whatever had gotten wedged in her butt was still there. Initially thinking it was a minor wedgie, she reached back to pull it out only to feel it was a foreign object. Plucking it from her rear, she brought it to her face to see what it was and found she was now holding a tiny, scruffy-haired, familiar-looking boy. "S-Senpai?! Is that you?"
There was no time to avoid it, and he wasn't sure he could have held her up at his normal size. That's not to say Shiki is abnormally heavy-set for a girl, though she was much more developed than anyone else in the Judo Club, he just didn't have confidence in his own strength. And if before he would have, at best, struggled to hold the brunette up, stopping her at his reduced size was impossible.
Her weight fell onto him, squishing him into the hard, uncompromising bench, utterly and effortlessly pinning him. The only saving grace was that her backside wasn't just large, but also incredibly soft. Had it been the lithe, tanned tormentress he admired, he might have been reduced to little more than a red, unrecognizable stain dirtying her underwear. However, there was no time to be thankful for small miracles.
I c-can't m-move… Can't s-she feel me?Without even the autonomy to wiggle, Naoto could only wait for her to either notice him or, ideally, not and just get up.
He wasn't sure she'd believe any explanation he came up with, not that he could explain what happened properly anyway. From her perspective, he would appear to be some pervert who snuck into the girls' locker room to peek at them changing or something. There was no convenient misunderstanding to explain his presence away like when he and Nagatoro mixed up the showers after the building got renovated. If she found him, he'd be labeled as a miniature, butt-sniffing pervert!
It would be entirely inaccurate. He didn't have a chance to hold his breath before she sat on him, and his elevated heartrate demanded more oxygen enter his bloodstream. The only problem was that the only air available to him was laced with the serious girl's body odor and sweat. The warmth of her body radiated into him, and her oddly pleasant aroma filled his lungs, messing with his head. He was being completely dominated by her, his very existence eclipsed by her, and she didn't even notice.
N-Nagatoro is soft t-too but in a dif-different way. It feels l-l-like I'm sinking right int-t-to–!?Trying to calm down, Naota couldn't focus on his experiences with his crush over the overwhelming presence of Shiki's body when the larger girl began to shift her glutes back and forth. He was dragged and pushed around by her meaty cheeks until his position shifted and the pressure crushing him became one squeezing him instead. His body was lifted from the bench as he was forced deeper into the unaware girl's embrace, but thankfully her underwear prevented him from sinking too far.Th-Th-This is bad! It's only a m-m-matter of t-time before she…
Realizing that his only means of escape now was if Shiki discovered him, Naoto panicked as the worst-case scenario played out in his head. Her disgusted, scornful gaze. Being dropped to the floor before he had a chance to explain himself. The underside of her foot as she hovered it over him. Her sole rushing towards him as she attempted to stomp the life out of him.
And as if to fulfill that premonition, Naoto was pinched between two massive fingers and plucked from the larger girl's plump backside and was brought face-to-face with her. "S-Senpai?! Is that you?" Typically unflappable, or at least conducting herself as such, she didn't even flinch when she discovered him in the shower, yet the shock on her face was plain to see. "What happened to you? Why are you so small? And…" However, as she began to process what was happening, her natural, serious demeanor returned as she narrowed her eyes at them. "...what are you doing in the girls' locker room? Under my ass and naked, no less."
Gasping for fresh air, Naoto trembled as he felt her silently passing judgment on him. "W-Wait! Please, just l-l-listen to me, Dekaionna. I c-can explain!"
The visible hostility in her eyes fading slightly, Shiki sighed and held him closer to her ear. "I don't know why you're here, but you don't seem like the kind of guy who would be here by choice. You're so small, I couldn't hear you too well, but you should be fine now, so I'll hear you out."
Thankful for the brunette's mature and measured response, Naoto quickly, if not clumsily, attempted to retell the events that led to him ending up under her. He tripped over his words and struggled to word things clearly, but eventually said everything he could.
"I see. And then I sat on you with my huge ass. Sorry about that." With a better idea of what was going on, Shiki finished off the last part of his story that he seemed to be struggling to say. "The only unbelievable part of your story is you shrinking, but since I have you in my hands, I'm forced to believe that too."
"R-Really? You believe me then?" Surprised but ecstatic that she was so easy to convince, the shrunken, scruffy-haired boy was starting to have hope again.
Nodding, Shiki held Naoto in front of her face again so he could look into her eyes and see how serious she was. "Like I said, you're not the type of person to do something like this…" Blushing, she quickly looked away from him. "E-Even with the evidence you enjoyed it, i-it's like just a physical reaction. Right?"
Confused for a moment, Naoto realized that he was still naked and quickly covered up his engorged manhood, breaking out into a blush himself. "S-Sorry! Th-This is… I, um… Y-Yes…" Adjusting the glasses that weren't on his face nervously, he couldn't deny something so evident. While he had built up a tolerance to the Sunomiyas' propensity for undressing, seeing other girls in manners of undress, and touching their bodies was still too stimulating for his body to ignore. "S-S-Sorry…"
"You don't have to apologize, Senpai. It wasn't your fault. Still, of all the days for Nagatoro to not be here." Trying to move the discussion along, Shiki contemplated what to do next. "Since I have practice right now, would it be alright if I bring you to Sunimiya-san after? Or, I could take you to your home if you'd rather that."
"R-Really! You'd do that, Dekai–er… I mean, Shiki-san?"
"'Dekai'? Ah, I guess I never did properly introduce myself to you, did I?" Not offended by how he referred to her, the brunette stifled a giggle and smiled at him. "If you want, I could bring you home with me too and give you to Nagatoro when she gets back. Which would you prefer, Chibi-senpai?"
Blushing at the equally reductive, but accurate nickname she teased him with, had these events played out prior to him meeting Nagatoro, Naoto wouldn't have picked up that she wasn't angry with him. "Right. Then could you please–"
"Shikki? You're still not changed yet?" Before the shrunken young man could give his answer, Asaka and Fujimiya entered the changing room.
Looking over her shoulder at her friends without turning to reveal who she was holding, Shiki held him close to her chest to keep him hidden. "Oh, you two! I was just…"
"Boy scent!" Before she could reply though, Fujimiya raised her nose into the air and began sniffing the air. "It's faint, but I smell a familiar boy scent again!"
"Huh? What are you talking about? If it's faint, doesn't that mean he's not here anymore?" Despite the accuracy of her friend's nose, Asaka questioned why it would be relevant now.
"I've been in here for a while and haven't seen a boy either," Shiki added, trying to get her fellow brunette to let the matter drop.
"No, I can tell, this is a fresh scent trail." Sniffing the air as she stalked around the room, Fujimya was insistent on what her nose was telling her. "For someone to leave such a strong scent in such a small area, they'd have to be really small."
Glancing down at the tiny boy she was trying to hide, Shiki could only be impressed by how right her friend was without knowing the situation. Still, she had to do something to throw her off. "Now you're just being ridiculous."
"Maybe not, Shikki." With a more contemplative expression, Asaka was now, for some reason, more inclined to believe the other brunette. "There's been a really strange urban myth going around lately."
"An urban myth?" Continuing her investigation, Fujimiya asked for more details. "Oh, is it that one about people supposedly shrinking?"
Both Shiki and Naoto froze and perked up at this revelation. If they didn't have proof of something like that being real, they would have dismissed it as nonsense.
"Yup, that's the one. Maybe we have a shrunken pervert in here, spying on us." Playing up the unnerving aspect of possibly being observed without being aware of it, Asaka grinned menacingly as she went to her locker. "Of course, there's no proof or anything."
"No, it's real alright. I found one." As she approached Shiki while following Naoto's scent trail, Fujimiya confidently declared that the myth was real.
Tightening her grip on the shrunken young man, Shiki began to panic. "R-Really? Where?"
"At my house this morning. I sniffed out a little pervert hiding in my room when I woke up." Putting her search on hold, Fujimiya stood up straight and grinned victoriously. "He said he was looking for someone to help him, but I found him in my dirty laundry! Can you believe it?"
"Huh? And why didn't you tell us about this? What did you do with him?" Asaka asked, not questioning whether her friend was lying or not.
Fujimiya just smirked and rubbed her stomach. "I didn't exactly have proof to show you, but once I find this guy, I can at least show you before I give him the punishment he deserves."
"Wait! You didn't actually… did you?" Shocked but not entirely surprised her friend would go so far, Shiki's worries for Naoto only spiked. "Wasn't he a person?"
"Perverts like them are pieces of shit." Dismissing the insinuation, Fujimiya resumed her search for the shrunken person in their locker room. "If you girls don't want this one, I'll be happy to take him."
"Oh, that sounds interesting… Maybe I'll take him." Giggling as she got changed, Asaka didn't seem to be bothered by their friend's actions or intentions either.
Glancing down at the trembling tiny person in her hands, Shiki knew she had to act fast if she was going to protect him. Even if she put her foot down and told them that she was taking care of him, they wouldn't let him entering the girls' locker room go. It wasn't just his life that was being threatened, but his reputation too.
"Sorry, Senpai." Whispering her apology, the busty brunette already had him in the perfect position to hide away. Slipping his feet into her cleavage, with a moment to steel her resolve, Shiki shoved Naoto into the tight crevice before he could make a sound or protest. Even with his relatively big size, all things considered, she was still able to easily and completely bury him in her breasts and keep him trapped there.
Just as she did, Fujimiya came around her, sniffing the air until her nose was a hair's berth from the bountiful bosom. "Huh? That's weird. The scent is coming from Shikki's boobs."
"Huh? U-Uhh… O-Oh, th-that's right! I, um, b-bumped into Nagatoro's senpai o-on the way here. He was in a hurry and…" Trying to come up with a convincing lie on the stop while also needing to keep the squirming boy from exposing him, Shiki covered her chest with her arms and tightly squeezed them together.
"And he ran face-first into your airbags? Yeah, been there." Sighing, Fujimiya accepted the justification pretty quickly despite her earlier confidence. "Maybe Tororo's senpai's just got strong sweat."
"Anyway, enough of this nonsense about people shrinking. Hurry up and get changed." Shiki said, pulling up the shitabaki she had been in the process of putting on before she found Naoto.
"Alright…" Disappointed, Fujimiya got changed for practice.
However, Shiki couldn't find a chance to free the scruffy-haired boy in her bosom. The conversation she overheard her friend having about sharing any more shrunken people they find preventing her from taking the chance of him being discovered. So, rather than keeping him safe in her bag like she had planned, Shiki went out to practice with her friends, and Naoto was coming along with them.
Fidgeting as she left the locker room, the brunette squeezed her breasts together as the boy between them tried to thrash about and lowered her head to whisper into her cleavage. "S-Senpai, please calm down. I'll find a chance to take you out later, just don't distract me during practice, ok?"
Once more, Naoto found himself surrounded by Shiki's soft, warm flesh, only this time, there was no barrier of clothing separating their bodies! The squishy, malleable breasts embracing him spread out around his body, making it difficult to move. However, a more pressing concern was that the jiggle of her boobs as she walked was stimulating his hardened shaft.
Her scent wasn't too dissimilar to Nagatoro's, some sort of floral-scented body wash still lingering after a day of classes with an undertone of natural sweat build up through the day, but there was something more. A subtly rich, deceptively benign smell that fanned the embers of lust he was already unable to control. It was a quality that Nagatoro's aroma lacked, though she was still able to get him all riled up in other ways. Innuendos, flirtatious touching, her beautiful smile, the sound of her voice, the different outfits that she wore, he was no stranger to getting aroused at bad times. All those times in the past though, he was able to hide or do something to calm himself down.
Shiki-san?! Shiki-san l-let me out, please!But Naoto was too weak in the face of Shiki's overwhelming size.
He couldn't move his arms to cover his throbbing member, he was forced to breathe in her appealing scent, and he was bathed in her comforting warmth. Every step she took made him rub his exposed shaft into her smooth breast. It wasn't intentional, but it was as if she had pushed the scruffy-haired boy down and was pleasing him with her huge tits.
N-No… I c-can't! I a-already have N-Nagatoro… I c-can't think like th-that…Trying to banish the image of a sensually domineering Shiki wrapping his crotch in her breasts from his head, Naoto thought of the tanned, adorably endearing demoness who changed his life. The smaller, lithe, flexible girl who challenged him to change, grow, and mature.That's right! It's j-j-just some b-b-boobs. I c-can–aaaahhhh~!
Just as he was about to solidify the image of Nagatoro in his head and steel his resolve, Naoto's thoughts were rattled as Shiki moved quickly, causing her chest to bounce violently, before abruptly stopping and the pressure increase dramatically. Caught off-guard and unbalanced both mentally and physically, the image of Nagatoro in his mind was crushed and smothered under a gigantic pair of breasts. Shaken by a swirling motion, the pressure let up for only a fraction of a second as Shiki, and by extension, Naoto, were in a free fall before hitting the ground and her breasts slammed down onto him. His mental image overwritten by Shiki's presence, her smirking down at him as the reverberations of her hitting the floor were too much for him. He was already way out of his depth. Spasming in a shameful euphoria, he came in an instant, painting her cleavage with his thick load.
Winded and already needing to contend with beads of sweat as Shiki stood up, Naoto could only imagine all the movement that followed, her readjusting her gi, dusting herself off, possibly helping her partner up, as her ascertaining her dominance over her. After ejaculating, he was vulnerable, but she didn't give him a moment to rest as the gigantic breasts shook violently once more.
N-Naga…t-toro…
As judo practice went on, Shiki collided her body with someone else more and more, rattling Naoto's brain and muddling his thoughts.
Naga-Nagator…
The thumping of her heart rang in his ears and the temperature of her skin increased as she trained. Sweat accumulated in her stuffy cleavage more easily under her confining sports bra and heavy uwagi, forcing him to drink it more readily just to breathe the humid air. His vision of his dear, precious kouhai was getting harder to focus on.
Naga… Sh-Shi…
Again and again, over and over, as anyone who practices anything seriously knows, repetition is crucial. Especially with something physical, whether it be in painting or judo, the best way to learn and retain something new is through repeated exposure and experience. That perfect brush stroke, that flawless throw, or even making a lasting impression, doing something once was never enough.
Na– Shiki-s-san…
Tirelessly, Shiki continued to train, not just herself, but also Naoto. Shaking and jiggling her chest, squeezing and adjusting them, giving him no time to rest, in refining her judo techniques, she was drowning him in her breasts, drowning him in irresistible pleasure. Her dominance over him was complete and absolute. He couldn't fight back. All he could do was cum over and over again in her breasts until she said otherwise.
Shi-Shiki-san…
And she wouldn't allow him to think of anyone or anything else.
With how seriously she dedicates herself to judo, once she started training, Shiki quickly got used to the shrunken boy in her bra to the point that she forgot about him entirely. Even during the breathers she had where she could have slipped again to put him in her bag, her thoughts were solely on judo. It also did help matters that Naoto stopped moving or resisting rather quickly.
And throughout practice, the brunette was performing better than usual. She was more relaxed and able to react to her partners' moves more easily than normal.
Once it started to get too late and club ended for the day, Shiki mentally reviewed her sparring matches as she took a shower. I was moving really well today. While I don't have a physique for it like Nagatoro does, incorporating some soft techniques might not be a bad… Hmm? What's stuck in my tits?Finally registering the foreign body between her breasts again, the brunette pulled the irritant free and remembered what she had done to Naoto to keep him hidden.Cr-Crap… I didn't suffocate him, did I?
Looking over the sweat-soaked, unconscious, scruffy-haired boy, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his chest still expanding and contracting.
He's tougher than he looks. I was going at it pretty hard today too. Sorry, Senpai–ah.Blushing as she thought of all the throws, takedowns, and holds she performed during practice, she could only imagine how harrowing and jarring the experience must have been for him… until she saw his throbbing erection still standing proud between his legs. The water from the showerhead had long since washed away any evidence of his multiple orgasms, but she didn't need such a confirmation to know he had enjoyed himself on some level in her chest. I guess we'll call it even.Giggling to herself as she finished cleaning herself and Naoto up, Shiki tucked the exhausted, shrunken boy back into her breasts as she dried off and wrapped a towel about her body.Senpai didn't try to touch me inappropriately before, and he ended up with his face in Nagatoro's chest when he caught her. I wonder whose tits he liked more, mine or hers?
Having lost to Nagatoro back in middle school, whether she felt the same or not, Shiki always viewed Nagatoro as her rival. She had previously been disappointed that the lithe, abnormally flexible girl had tried to run away from judo after Orihara beat her once, but she was happy to have her back and training again. And one of the reasons Nagatoro was able to return to judo was because of Naoto, the wimpy, weak-looking, scruffy-haired boy who was braver and more aggressive than he looked.
And yet he lost to some tits. I can see why Nagatoro likes to tease him so much.Bouncing her breasts a bit as she headed for the locker room, Shiki smirked as he sunk even deeper into her cleavage. Remembering the determined look on his face when he called her out for insulting Nagatoro's efforts, she wondered how things would have turned out if she had pinned and smothered him with her chest.Don't worry, Senpai. Even though you never got to tell me your answer, I think I'll just bring you home with me and take care of you myself. I'll keep your secret, and you, close to my chest too.
Enjoying herself maybe just a little too much, Shiki kept Naoto in her cleavage despite the chance to hide him in her bag as she changed. Her chest felt warm with him resting between her breasts. It was a pleasant feeling.
Heading home, she subtly played with her breasts while walking with Fujimiya and Asaka until they had to go their separate ways. Letting her boobs jiggle more than usual as she waved to her friends, she felt the tiny boy begin to wake up. Squeezing her breasts together to keep him from arousing her too much, the pace of her steps increased the closer she got to her house.
You'll keep me amused until we can figure out a way to turn you back to normal, right?
