‘Will wonders ever cease?’ thought Keitaro.

The act of witnessing the same thing more than once would usually sap out any and all sense of surprise upon seeing the same act play out over and over.  However, under the current circumstances, that logical supposition didn’t hold any weight.  After all, the sight of thirteen women transforming into outright amazons is something that people don’t wake up seeing in their day-to-day lives.  That sort of thing was left to the realm of fantasy (or those storyboards posting something in the area of fanfiction, fanservice, or fetishism), not reality.

Now that the Hinata women had calmed down from their latest round of growth - and the sexually-charged ‘high’ that came with it - they now had time to really take in their ever-shrinking surroundings.  While the Hinata hot springs were certainly spacious enough to fit more than a dozen people at a time, they were meant for normal-sized human beings.  When the occupants are women who vary between 8 feet to 9-and-a-half feet tall, things tend to start becoming…rather crowded, to say the least.

The women couldn’t help but notice that given their latest round of growth that the scale of their surroundings had become all the more smaller by comparison:  The bath water had become shallower and the amount of free space in the baths had shrunk substantially.  This left more and more of their enticingly seductive bodies on display in the cool night air.  Even the simple act of bending their legs while seated now exposed their knees, poking out like islands in the bathwater, while more and more of their torsos became exposed as they rose out higher from their newly elevated position, even though the women were seated perfectly still.

“Oh god,” groaned Kanako, “we’re gonna end up ten feet tall in another day or two with the way this is going.”

“So Kaolla,” spoke up Haruka, feeling the urge for another cigarette to help calm her nerves, “would you care to explain how your little experimental pill is faring?  Because from what I recall, you said that the next spurt would be around two or three inches, according to your calculations.  But from what I gather, we’ve all shot up around…a good foot or so, if I were to guess?”

“To be fair, Haru-chan,” replied Kaolla with a somewhat embarrassed grin, “I DID say that the pills were experimental.  I had no guinea pigs to test them on, so I had to hope for the best that they would do their job.  At the very least, the next growth spurt shouldn’t be for another twenty-four hours, give or take an hour by my calculations.”

“And when that growth spurt DOES occur,” said Kanako, “how big a spurt are we talking?  Another six inches?  A foot?  More even?”  The tone in Kanako’s voice was all too apparent that she was in no mood for joking about the matter, even more so than Haruka by comparison, and that was saying something.

“In the worst case scenario, I’d say maybe another foot or so,” answered Kaolla.

“Is that your professional opinion or just a gut feeling?” inquired Haruka.

“Let’s go with the former on that supposition, Haru-chan.” replied Kaolla with a playful smirk and poking out of her tongue as she winked in jest.

“I wish you’d take this a little more seriously, Kaolla,” interjected Motoko.  “It’s hard enough trying to live our lives as big as we are now.  I’m sure you can imagine how difficult it’s going to be if we all end up in double-digit territory in the height department if this keeps up at the current rate.  I mean, look at your sister and mine.  They’re not far from hitting ten feet in height already.  They’re now unable to stand upright in most rooms without bumping their heads into the ceiling.”

“No need to worry on my behalf, Mo-chan,” replied Amalla with her own grin.  “This might come off as odd, but I’m kind of turned on by being too big for most rooms.  It’s sort of exhilarating in a way.”

“You can’t be serious, Amalla,” replied Motoko before turning to her sister.  “Tsuruko, tell me that sounds preposterous to you.  I’m right, right?”

For her part, Tsuruko merely looked downward into her lap (well, mainly at her generous bosom to be exact), struggling to maintain eye contact with her sister.  Though she was reluctant to say it openly, she was in fact also turned on by the increased growth, becoming larger and more powerful in an ever-shrinking world.  She simply couldn’t yet bring herself to outright and openly agree with Amalla’s declaration, not yet at least.

Tsuruko’s body language must have said enough, for Motoko simply stared wide-eyed at her older sister, clearly at a loss for words.  Even if Tsuruko wouldn’t say a word on the matter, her inability to vocally agree with Motoko right there on the spot let Motoko know that Tsuruko’s frame of mind was becoming more in line with Amalla’s than with her’s, both with regards to these growth spurts and with forming a harem centered around Keitaro.

“Please, Kaolla,” insisted Shinobu who was nearly on the verge of tearing up, “PLEASE tell me that you’ll do something about this.  We’re already way too big as it is!  How are we gonna live our lives as we are?  There’s no way we can go to school or outside in general without drawing attention to ourselves.  I don’t want to push you on this, but you’ve really gotta find a solution to all of this and fast, or else things are gonna…are gonna…”  Shinobu was starting to tear up and on the verge of an all-out emotional breakdown, when suddenly she was interrupted, and not by one but TWO girls at that moment.

The first girl was Kaolla herself, who simply crawled forward and gave a rather endearing kiss on Shinobu’s lips.  While there was no tongue-play involved in the kiss, it was no less endearing or affectionate either.  There were times where Kaolla felt that words simply weren’t going to cut it, at least not when it came to calming down Shinobu.  Therefore, taking a more direct approach was deemed necessary in order to help assuage the blue-haired, blue-eyed girl of her worries.

The other girl who ended up joining in was Nyamo, who came up from behind Shinobu and wrapped her arms around Shinobu’s torso.  However, she didn’t merely let her arms rest on one spot, but ended up caressing and massaging all over Shinobu’s front, from her neck all the way down to her maidenhood, with most of the attention focused on either Shinobu’s substantial bosom or her super-smooth, perfectly-proportioned stomach.  Nyamo must have been hitting all the right spots with her half-hug/half-massage, at least if the moan elicited from Shinobu’s lips and the newfound blush on her cheeks were any indicators.

It was this mix of Kaolla’s endearing smoochfest and Nyamo’s equally endearing caressing that brought Shinobu from the point of having another tearful emotional breakdown and simply resigning herself to the blissful euphoria she found herself being subjected to.  While the more rational part of her brain would be screaming “What are you doing?!” at both Kaolla and Nyamo, she was simply too ‘in the moment’ to be concerned with such things and simply let the wondrous pleasure of both Kaolla’s lips and Nyamo’s caressing carry her mind away to a state of pure, heartfelt nirvana.

After a good minute or so of drowning in affection, Shinobu had finally calmed down.  For the rest of the Hinata ladies (and especially for Keitaro), the show was quite something to behold.  There wasn’t a single cheek that didn’t have a blush painted on it during that moment.  Even Amalla was rather wide-eyed and sporting a modest hue of pink rosiness on her lovely dark-skinned complexion.  The sight of both her sister and another young lady ganging up on Shinobu (with the intent to calm her down, mind you) was a rather titillating show to behold, which was getting Amalla…scratch that, getting ALL of the Hinata women percolating and ‘in the mood’ after witnessing such a thing.

“Feel better now, Shinobu?” asked Kaolla with a gentle smile, her voice at just above a whisper.

Shinobu could only pant in response, her breathing slow and heavy, while her cheeks sported the heaviest blush out of everyone in the assembled party.  Even though she had engaged in - or more accurately ended up being roped into - a hardcore makeout session and some playful ‘hanky panky’ just a few hours prior, the experience of lovemaking was still an overwhelming thing for her to partake in.  While she certainly didn’t mind it in the slightest, she always found herself at a loss for words as she basked in the afterglow of a good, hardcore makeout session.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” continued Kaolla with a grin as she turned her focus towards Nyamo.  “What do you think, Nyamo-chan?”

“I’d say ‘job well done’ on this,” answered Nyamo, her arms still wrapped around Shinobu, with one hand caressing Shinobu’s bosom and alternating from one breast to another while the other went under the bathwater towards Shinobu’s super-sensitive, extra delicate maidenhood, fingers tracing along it with the utmost gentleness, which garnered a raspy moan from Shinobu in response.

“Er-ghem,” coughed Kanako, trying to break up the hardcore makeout session that was going on in front of everybody.  “By any chance would you ladies like to wrap things up?”

“What’s wrong, Kana-chan?” asked Kaolla as she turned her gaze towards the younger Urashima sibling.  “Feeling left out?  If you need some quality attention, all you have to do is ask?”  While the tone in Kaolla’s voice was playful, it was also apparent to Kanako (and pretty much everyone else) that Kaolla wasn’t joking.  Even after the fiveway makeout session which she partook in, Kaolla was apparently ready for another go-around, in this case ready to rope in Kanako into the little makeout session she had going on with Shinobu and Nyamo.

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you damn well know it,” replied a rather flushted Kanako, sporting her own blush in the process.

“Now now, Kaolla,” said Amalla, feeling the need to intercede somewhat, “no need to get Kana-chan here all ‘hot under the collar’ as the saying goes, at least not right now anyways.”  The meaning behind the last part of what Amalla said was lost on very few women, least of all Kanako herself who was tempted to stare daggers at the older Su sister for such a remark, but simply couldn’t bring herself to do so (especially not after the romp the two engaged in during the orgy that took place in Haruka’s room just a few hours back).

“So,” said Mei, feeling the need to break the ice and steer things away from less erotic matters, “do you have a plan of action, Kaolla?  Maybe back to the drawing board with these little pills of yours and all that?  I mean, you’ll want to do something about this sooner rather than later, given these developments.  At least, that’s what I’m assuming, anyway.”

“You’ve pretty much read my mind on that, Mei-chan,” Kaolla answered with a grin.  “Don’t you worry.  I’ll have another round of countermeasure pills whipped up and ready first thing tomorrow morning.  Hopefully, the revised formula should have the intended effect on us and slow things down substantially.”

“Hopefully?” asked Kanako, the angst made all too clear in her voice.  Obviously, she didn’t like it whenever there was any wiggle room made for error when it came to Kaolla’s latest cuckoo experiment.

“Relax, Kana-chan,” replied Kaolla.  “I’m 99.99 percent certain that (a) there shouldn’t be another growth spurt for a good twenty-four hours, and (b) the next round of pills will have the desired effect once created and ingested.  This may come off as ironic, coming from someone who dabbles in science more than religion, but please have a little faith, okay?”

Kanako simply grumbled in response, not wanting to exacerbate things any further or get into a heated argument with Kaolla or anyone else for that matter.  After all, even if she wasn’t thrilled about the latest round of growth, she realized that Kaolla was the group’s best chance at correcting things as they were.  At the very least, she was hopeful that the Molmolian super genius would indeed have something ready come morning that would slow down the rate of growth they were all experiencing.

During all the back-and-forth banter going on between several of the Hinata women, Naru remained silently seated the whole time. Maintaining her loving embrace of Keitaro all the while, she held him firmly against her torso and bosom while she secured him in her arms, occasionally nuzzling his scalp with her nose as she breathed in deeply, finding comfort in his aroma.  From Naru’s perspective, Keitaro was like a big teddy bear that one might win as a prize at some kind of carnival game.  He was certainly small enough relative to Naru to be comparable to such a thing anyway.

From Keitaro’s perspective, the last few minutes were outright amazing.  As he perceived them, the spectacle of watching over a dozen women transform into growing amazons was exhilarating, titillating, highly arousing, and perhaps just a tiny bit terrifying as well.  He knew damn well that any single one of them was now far stronger than he was, especially in his current physical state.  Hell, any one of them was probably stronger than more than 99 percent of men on the planet, given that all of them ranged between 8 feet to 9-and-a-half feet in height now.  And all of those women were gathered before him with the most spectacular of bodies, all of which rivaling if not downright surpassing that of the most renowned supermodels on the planet.  With curves in all the right places, enlarged breasts and buttcheeks, and refined and strengthened muscles throughout their torsos, arms, legs and calves, these women had all become downright walking, talking wet dreams - all thirteen of them no less!  And all of this because of Kaolla’s little growth hormone in a bottle.  Before he could marvel any further at the sight before him, Keitaro’s concentration was broken by a particularly busty member of the Hinata women who was making her way closer to him.

“Are you okay, Kei-kun?” asked Mutsumi as she crawled towards Keitaro, eyeing him intently.  “You seem kind of distracted.”  The look of concern on Mutsumi’s face was only too obvious, given her kindhearted nature.  Given her warm and endearing character, Mutsumi Otohime was only too concerned about Keitaro’s well-being, especially since she was deeply in love with him just like Naru Narusegawa was in love with him.

“I…I’m fine, Mutsumi.  Thank you for asking, but there’s no need to worry,” replied a rather flustered Ketiaro, given that he was currently viewing an extremely busty woman more than eight feet in height sauntering her way towards him on all fours in a rather seductive manner.  With the way her breasts swayed as she crawled closer to him, Keitaro couldn’t help but blush intensely at the sight before him, feeling a perverted nosebleed coming any minute now.

“You sure, Kei-kun?” Mutsumi asked, her face less than a foot apart from Keitaro’s as she leaned in looking downward at her beloved.  “Your face is pretty red.  You’re not catching a fever or something, are you?”  Before Keitaro could even respond, Mutsumi leaned in so that her forehead was gently pressed against Keitaro’s forehead.

Whatever sexual angst Keitaro was feeling up to that point, the moment Mutsumi made physical contact with him, that angst had at least doubled if not tripled right there and then.  Keitaro’s breath caught in his throat as Mutsumi’s super soft skin brushed up against his.  Her lovely features filled his vision, especially the glossy shine of her lips and the equally endearing shine reflecting in her lovely brown eyes.  Damn near everything about her face was exquisite, having a heavenly, matronly appearance adorning her countenance.  And of course there was that exquisite feminine aroma of hers, reminiscent of watermelon.  All of it combined was driving Keitaro crazy and on the verge of giving into his baser, animalistic impulses and locking lips with her while caressing those stupendous mounds dangling from her chest.

“Y-yes I’m perfectly fine Mutsumi,” said Keitaro in a rather shaky voice.  “Y-you can p-pull back now, if you don’t mind.”  He hoped that after saying so, the towering busty Okinawan beauty would pull away and give him some breathing room.  However, quite the opposite ended up happening.

Mutsumi simply smiled a particularly warming, motherly smile as she gazed into Keitaro’s eyes before leaning in and smooching him as she inhaled deeply, taking in Keitaro’s aroma as she closed her eyes and gently moaned during the kiss.

Keitaro’s mind was now being overloaded with simply too much pleasure for him to stand against.  While the rational part of his brain was telling him ‘Come on, man!  Push her off, already!  She’s making out with you while you’re sitting in your girlfriend’s lap, for crying out loud!’, the baser part of his brain was overruling that part, saying things like ‘Finally!  About freakin’ time already!  This girl has had the hots for you for so long, so man up and return her feelings already, dammit!’

Though he tried his hardest to muster up some amount of resistance to the smoochfest Mutsumi was laying upon him, Keitaro was fast losing the will to resist.  Between her heavenly aroma and the softness of her lips, Keitaro was getting ready to abandon reason and simply embrace the heat of the moment as it was unfolding.

“Hey now,” spoke up a rather familiar voice right behind and above Keitaro.

‘That’s it, I’m a dead man,’ thought Keitaro.  ‘Naru’s going to grab me by the head and snap my neck in one swift motion.  At least, that’s how I hope it’ll pan out anyway - quick and painless and all that.’  Given his past experiences with Naru, he assumed that was how things would proceed from that point on, or some measure of violence being taken against him for a somewhat perverted action he took part in, even if it wasn’t his fault.

“No fair, Mu-chan,” moaned Naru as she made a rather adorable pouty face.  She proceeded to tug Keitaro away, finally breaking the kiss between him and Mutsumi.  Keitaro inhaled deeply through the mouth, but he only had a few seconds of free air before his mouth was assaulted once more, buy none other than Naru Narusegawa as she leaned down and seized Keitaro’s lips within her own, initiating another round of French kissing onto her boyfriend.

‘What in the hell?!’ thought the rational part of Keitaro’s mind.  In pretty much the whole time he had come to know Naru, he downright expected her to lash out physically in one way or another after witnessing him kissing another woman.  Aside from the last few weeks, Naru was practically guaranteed to assault Keitaro over some sexually-charged misunderstanding or accident on his part.  He had certainly been attacked for lesser acts.  Yet now here was Naru, engaging in nothing more than a hardcore makeout session onto Keitaro after seeing him kissing Mutsumi.  Was she serious about improving?  Did she mean what she said earlier to Keitaro during her little emotional breakdown?  If what was happening was any indicator of that promise, then Naru was off to a good start in honoring it.

Just like Keitaro, the other Hinata women were rather surprised at Naru’s reaction - and display of affection - after witnessing the smoochfest between Keitaro and Mutsumi.  Even Mutsumi herself was a little taken back by Naru’s rather “out of character” response.  Some of the women suspected that the elder Narusegawa sister would clock Keitaro in the head right there and then, or at least give him a harsh reprimanding of some kind.  But aside from some cutesy pouting, she did nothing whatsoever.  In fact, some pondered if Naru was almost inadvertently inviting Mutsumi to some kind of challenge for Keitaro’s affection, as if it was some kind of battle between the two women over the man whom they both loved dearly.

As Naru was going to town on Keitaro’s mouth and throat with her kiss, holding on for as long as possible in the embrace, several of the Hinata women couldn’t help but say the same word at the same time:  “Mu-chan?”

Upon finishing the kiss, Naru looked around the gathered assembly of the Hinata ladies, blushing strongly all the while.  Whether the blush was out of embarrassment or from the heat of the moment was anybody’s guess; most likely it was a mix of both.  She comforted herself by once more wrapping her arms securely around Keitaro while nuzzling her face into his scalp and breathing in his scent.  It appeared to both calm her and stimulate her at the same time, as contradictory of a concept as that might be.

“Well well well, Naru-chan,” began Amalla with a wry smile of hers, “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you refer to anybody here with the suffix ‘-chan’ in all the time I’ve known you.  And yet here you are talking to our dear sweet Mutsumi using that very suffix.  Might I ask what has brought about this wonderful change of heart, by chance?”

All Naru could do was nuzzle deeper against Keitaro as if he were some kind of emotional support animal or a stuffed animal that children would snuggle up against to help them fall asleep.  The sight of such a thing was as adorable as it was surprising.  Naru Narusegawa was at a loss for words and now resorting to holding her lover firmly against her body as an emotional defense mechanism, keeping her grip firm but never to the point of harming him.

“Alright now, Amalla,” said Kaolla, “no need to tease the poor girl too much.  Besides, I think we might have hit a breakthrough if this little turn of events is any indication of such.”

“How do you mean?” replied Amalla with a raised eyebrow.

Kaolla decided that her explanation was only for her and her big sister to know at the moment, making her way across the baths and plopping herself down next to Amalla before leaning in and cupping her hand over the space between her mouth and Amalla’s ear, keeping her voice to no more than a whisper.

“Think about it, Amalla,” began Kaolla.  “With Naru’s change in behavior towards both Keitaro and Mutsumi, I believe that this means a step in the right direction towards getting her on board with the harem plan.  It’s mainly guesswork right now, but I believe that both my little countermeasure and your heart-to-heart with Naru have helped move her towards being more open to our group proposal.  She might not be fully on board just yet, but she’s not so far from being so either.  She just needs a little push in order to get her fully on board with the harem plan.  And I think I have an idea as to how to get that to happen, and tonight no less.”  Kaolla finished her explanation with a grin, while Amalla grinned and chuckled lightly with glee after hearing her sister’s next steps.

“What are you two whispering about, if you don’t mind my asking?” inquired a very curious Tsuruko Aoyama, having a general feeling what the Su sisters were up to.

“I second that question.” added Motoko, sitting next to her older sister.  “I don’t suppose either of you would mind sharing whatever it is you’re discussing by chance?”

“My apologies, Tsu-chan, Mo-chan,” replied a giggling Amalla.  “It’s currently on a ‘need to know’ basis, but rest assured it’s nothing malicious or underhanded.  So you two can relax your worries and simply bask in the heavily hot spring waters.”  Amalla finished with a wink and playfully sticking out her tongue.

Deciding not to push on the topic any further, both of the Aoyama sisters decided to relent, each of them sighing and lowering their bodies as far as they could into the hot spring waters.  Such an act was proving somewhat difficult, given that their bodies had grown significantly in size not so long ago.  The recent growth spurt had made both the waters more shallow and the overall area of the baths more crowded for ALL the Hinata women, after all.

So it was that for the next hour or so, all thirteen women and Keitaro simply basked in the heavenly feel of the Hinata hot springs, taking in their warmth and letting it melt their worries away.  Of course, from Keitaro’s perspective, it was just a tad bit hard to relax when you find yourself in the warm embrace of your towering, eight-foot-plus girlfriend, with her arms wrapped around you and her gigantic bosom pressing against your back and neck.  While the experience of it all was certainly enjoyable, it was a little bit hard to relax with all of the sexual angst that came as a result from such stimulating contact.  Even if Keitaro tried his damndest to not become too aroused by all of it, his ‘lower member’ would let the truth be known only too well regarding Keitaro’s deep desires.

It was the arrival of said ‘member’ poking out from underneath the bathwater and getting Mutsumi’s attention, followed by the attention of all the other Hinata women.

Staring wide-eyed at the lower appendage as it grew longer and fatter, Mutsumi’s breathing became slower and heavier as she leaned in to get a closer look at it.  The Okinawan woman was in awe of just how BIG it was growing, and couldn’t help but give in to her baser, more animalistic urges as she neared closer to it, breathing in the distinctive musk emanating from it and drawing her in more and more.

“Kei-kun,” Mutsumi gently gasped upon getting a closer look of his not-so-little friend, “it seems that you’re more of a ‘grower’ than a ‘shower’.  Now where have you been hiding this little fella of yours?”  Mutsumi leaned in closer and closer, till the tip of Keitaro’s staff was less than an inch away from Mutsumi’s nose.

For his part, Keitaro was blushing furiously with embarrassment.  After all, it wasn’t everyday that he ended up exposing himself before anyone, least of all a hot spring full of nude amazons, all of whom were fixated on Keitaro’s appendage at this point.  Some were wide-eyed and focused, others were blushing heavily and attempting to look away (mainly Shinobu, Mei, and Sarah), but ALL of them had their eyes glued on Keitaro at that very moment, despite whatever attempts they made to look in another direction out of modesty.  It seemed that baser desires were winning the battle tonight.

Deciding to take the initiative, Amalla spoke up once more.

“Well now, ladies,” said the tall, dark-skinned former stranger, “it seems that Kei-kun here is a little ‘pent up’ as some may say.  And I think we all know that such a state is not good for a man.  He needs to let loose and relieve the tension he’s currently experiencing, am I right?”

Knowing damn well what Amalla was implying, not a single Hinata woman spoke up against what she was saying.  Even those like Kanako or Motoko simply averted their eyes and blushed out of embarrassment, unable to counter what Amalla was getting at.

“So then,” resumed Amalla, “what say you and Kei-kun go and ‘relieve’ the situation as it stands, Naru-chan?” asked Amalla to the older Narusegawa sister, giving her a playful wink at the end.

Keitaro wasn’t sure how Naru was going to react to Amalla's proposition, given her behavior over the past hour or so.  It seemed that she had undergone a significant character shift, switching from combative to surprisingly endearing and super-girly.  A moment later, Keitaro got his answer when Naru rose from the bathwater, carrying Keitaro in her arms ‘bridal-style’ before everyone else and replied with one word:  “Okay.”

Keitaro went wide-eyed at Naru’s sudden willingness to take the next step in their relationship so soon.  But before he could even speak up to offer any potential objection, he found himself being carried away towards the dormitories…and found that to both his surprise and Naru’s that they were being shadowed by a small group.

Right behind Naru were Amalla, Mutsumi, and Kanako tailing right behind them.  Naru turned around and eyed the three other women before speaking up.

“What are you all doing?” asked Naru with guarded curiosity.

“Given how things have developed, I felt it best to start ‘checking off the boxes’ among all the lovely ladies here,” answered Amalla.  “While I’d certainly prefer a massive fourteen-way among everyone here, I understand that this has to be taken in a step-by-step process.  And given that you and these other two here,” Amalla places a hand on the shoulders of both Mutsumi and Kanako in the process, “have been in love with darling Kei-kun the longest and the most intensely, I figured it would be logical for the three of you to have the first go-ahead with him tonight.”

Naru blinked rapidly, looking back and forth between both Mutsumi and Kanako.  While a part of her wanted to reject such a proposal, she also knew damn well that Amalla spoke truthfully.  The other two women DID love Keitaro for a very long time, since their childhood days, and their feelings for him were just as strong as Naru’s, if not even more so.

Sighing once more, Naru closed her eyes before straightening up once more and with firm resolve answered thusly:  “Alright, fine.  Follow me.”

“B-but Naru,” said Keitaro in her arms, “you can’t really be okay with this.”

Naru simply leaned down and captured Keitaro’s lips in hers, initiating another powerful kiss lasting for a good ten seconds or so before coming up for air.

“It’s not ideally how I wanted things, Kei-kun,” replied Naru, “but I know that their feelings for you are genuine, and I simply can’t bring myself to deny them their happy ending with the man they love.  It’ll take some time to get used to this, but I think I can make peace with it all…as long as I get to be with you, my darling.”

“Darling?” spoke up the other thirteen Hinata women in surprise.

“Well now,” declared Amalla, “I’m REALLY liking the new Naru I’m seeing before me now.  You’ve really turned over a new leaf, haven’t you?  It makes me want to join in on the fun you’re about to have.  But don’t worry, tonight belongs to you three.  Now go and show Kei-kun here how much you all love him.”  Amalla finished with a playful swat on both Mutsumi’s and Kanako’s rear ends, making them jump and ‘yip’ out of instinct.

And with that, Naru, Mutsumi, Kanako, and Keitaro (still being carried) made their way into the Hinata dorms for a night of hanky-panky that was to come very soon, with all three women bowing greatly to clear the doorframe now that it was even lower than before compared to their eight-foot-plus bodies.