The walk to school was as typical as any other, and quite enjoyable given the lovely weather that day.  Of course, the term “typical” might have been a matter of conjecture, given that a beautiful young lady standing nine-and-a-half feet tall was walking amongst the group.  If not for the mind alteration magic which Ayaka and her mother had unleashed throughout Tougetsu City, then the townspeople would almost assuredly be either panicking in fear or staring in wonder at the impossibly large highschooler walking amongst the group, as if she were a parent walking in step along her small children, given that the tallest of the bunch stood only waist-high compared to Ayaka.  Thankfully, with the magic activated, everyday passersby simply glanced at the towering Ayaka, occasionally giving her a smile or slight wave as they passed by.

For his part, Honoka was doing his best to avoid getting a pantyshot underneath Ayaka’s skirt, given how it gently swayed in the breeze as she strutted her stuff down the sidewalk.

‘Assuming that she keeps up this rate of growth,’ he thought, ‘it’ll be practically impossible to not get a pantyshot whenever standing near her.’

Though given how Ayaka was becoming increasingly enamored towards Honoka as she grew, it seemed that she didn’t mind in the slightest if he helped himself to a peek.  Hell, if anything, she probably downright wanted him to take a glance underneath her skirt, given how flirtatious she was becoming with him over time.

‘I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,’ Honoka thought as the group neared towards Tougetsu High’s entrance.

Kasumi bid her beloved onii-chan with a quick kiss on the lips, thrilled that Ayaka had effectively given her the green light to romantically pursue Honoka.  She was equal parts confused and elated at this development, curious as to why Ayaka would suddenly allow a love rival to pursue the man whom she was madly in love with.

Before Kasumi parted, her wrist was snatched by Ayaka’s larger hand as the school’s “Hime-sama” palmed the back of Kasumi’s head and brought her face in for a tender kiss herself, taking Kasumi completely by surprise.

“Remember, Kasumi-chan,” Ayaka stated as she gazed down at the smaller girl, “you are my lover as well as Honoka-kun’s, understand?  He belongs to me, and now so do you.  So therefore, you have to kiss both of us from now on, okay?”  Kasumi simply stared wide-eyed at how forward Ayaka was being.

“Kasumi-chan, if you don’t respond, I’m going to kiss you again and again until you do,” Ayaka said in her usual semi-monotone way of speaking, though the playfulness was easy enough for Honoka to pick up on at this point.

“Y-yeah,” replied a blushing Kasumi.

“Good,” replied Ayaka before planting one more kiss on Kasumi’s lips, flustering the girl even more.

“W-why did you-” Kasumi stutters.

“Felt like it,” Ayaka interrupts.  “Plush, I like seeing you blush and stutter when I catch you off guard.  Now run along, my little Kasumi-chan.”  Ayaka gave a playful tap on Kasumi’s derriere as she gently turned the girl around to see her off to the middle school, making the pinkette all the more flustered.

Before he could respond at what just happened, Honoka himself was caught off guard by a quick smooch from Ayaka as she bent down and kissed him on the lips.

“Don’t worry, Honoka-kun,” she said, “I never leave you out of a kiss, Darling.  Now let’s be off.”

Nodding silently, Honoka followed in tow, with the KMM Gang following afterwards, keeping a respectful distance behind the pair in front of them.

As the group neared the entrance, Honoka got to see more of Ayaka’s/Kazane’s alteration magic at work.  When Ayaka came upon the double doors, the magic did its thing and began to alter the doorway, becoming slightly taller and wider, though stopping at around 8-and-a-half feet or so, resulting in Ayaka having to bend significantly in order to pass through.  Though according to Ayaka, she didn’t find the act of crouching or bending through doorways to be annoying, but rather titillating…even somewhat arousing.  It seemed that she was quite sincere when she told Honoka that the constant reminders of just how big she was got her somewhat turned on.

Passing through the doorways, Ayaka’s hair gently brushed the ceiling hallways as she walked through them, with students and faculty being more than aware of her presence and making way for her as she navigated the halls.  Of course, even before the growth spurts, both students and teachers cleared the way for Ayaka to walk wherever she went, given her princess-like demeanor and her already impressive height when she was nearly 6-and-a-half feet tall before the start of all of this.  Now at three feet taller, she was even more impressive, regal, beautiful, and commanding of respect and reverence as she graced the halls with her presence.

The pair made their way to their lockers (Ayaka making sure she had the same locker next to Honoka).  Even then, Honoka noticed that Ayaka’s locker door had enlarged in order for her to place her school supplies and whatever personal effects she carried with her.  Otherwise, it would be rather tiresome for her to switch out her larger shoes into a standard-sized school locker or to try and rotate a standard locker dial with her much larger hands now.  Just one more impressive reminder of the powers of magic at work.

“Everything alright, Honoka-kun?” Ayaka asked, cognizant of the fact that he was staring a bit longer than he normally would.

“Umm…y-yeah,” he replied, nodding with a smile.  “If anything, I feel like I should be asking you that question, Ayaka-chan.  I mean, I can’t help but feel responsible for what you’re going through after all.  It must be tedious having to deal with a world that’s shrinking around you like this.  I just wish I could help you out in some way.”

Ayaka responded by bending down and French kissing Honoka once more, not giving a damn about whoever might have been watching as she did so.

“Honoka-kun, don’t you go thinking that you’re to blame in any way for this, understand?” she said calmly.  “None of this is your fault, and I’ll not have you thinking otherwise.  As for how you can help me out with this, all you need to do is be by my side and keep being the person that you are.  That alone is more than enough.”

“But Ayaka-chan, surely there’s something I can do to try and slow down these growth spurts, if not stop them from continuing.  I could try and learn some kind of magic to see if maybe mfph-”

Honoka was silenced in his moment of reflection and brainstorming by another kiss, with Ayaka lifting him up this time and hugging him against her larger body (making sure to press him against her bosom all the while) as she initiated a blitzkrieg on his mouth with her tongue, pouring her heart into the kiss.  By this point, Honoka didn’t even bother trying to resist whenever Ayaka did this, knowing that she could simply force herself onto him if she so desired, given both her larger size and her superhuman strength.  Of course, that was assuming Honoka didn’t enjoy the kissing/makeout sessions, which he most certainly did, even if he was too embarrassed to say it outright.

“Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka, “everything’s fine.  Trust me.  It’s sweet that you care and worry about me the way that you do, really it is.  It makes my heart swell, knowing that you fret over me and that you want to try and help me out in some way.  But all you need to do is simply be yourself, stay by my side, and…if it’s not too much to ask…to simply love me the way that you do.  That’s all that I request of you, Darling.”

“Alright then,” replied Honoka, “but I just wish I could do more for you, that’s all.  I don’t like feeling so…so powerless during these sorts of things, like all those times with the tower witches, like Chronoire Schwarz, or Medusa, or Weekend.  It always got under my skin that you had to do all of the fighting and the hard work while I just sat on the sidelines, that’s all.”

“Honoka-kun, if I’m being honest, I prefer it that you don’t get your hands dirty by fighting.  You’re too sweet for that sort of thing, and I love you all the more for it.  You have a kindness and an innocence that I find to be very, very attractive.  So while I know that you mean well and that your intentions come from a good place, please don’t burden yourself thinking that you have to find a way to make this right.  Okaa-san and I will take care of it, so you really need not burden yourself with needless worry, okay?”  Ayaka paused before continuing further.

“If you’d like, we can head off to the principal’s office for some…private time, just the two of us.”  The tone in Ayaka’s voice was enough of a hint for Honoka to know what she was alluding to.

“Ayaka-chan!” replied Honoka in a tense whisper.  “Really?  At the start of the school day?  We can’t just be blowing off class to…to…you know…”  By this point, the blush on his cheeks was quite distinct, which Ayaka found rather adorable.

“As a reminder, Honoka-kun, I am the school’s ‘Hime-sama,’ and my word is practically law in this place.  The only person who could overrule me is Okaa-san, and I’m pretty sure that she would have no problem whatsoever if we took some time off for ourselves.  If need be, she can just say that we’ve both come down with something and needed to be alone in the nurse’s office or her own office for a little while.  It’s really that simple.”  Ayaka grinned at the end, enjoying the position of power she held in the school, given that she could use it to her advantage for some alone time with her precious darling Honoka.

“Tempting as that sounds, Ayaka-chan - and trust me, I am very tempted at the moment - we really shouldn’t be engaging in that sort of thing, especially not at the start of the day.  I don’t want to slack off on my schoolwork, and I don’t want people forming rumours about you while we’re off in private.”

“There you go again with that sweet, considerate side of you,” sighed Ayaka.  “Frankly speaking, my dear sweet Honoka-kun, I could care less what other people think of me.  There are very few people whose opinions I take seriously.  I’d say that I could keep that number to the fingers on one hand, to be perfectly clear.  Even so, I’ll abide by your wishes.”  Ayaka paused before continuing.  “We’ll save that stuff for after school, I suppose.”

Honoka gulped in slight nervousness.  While a part of him was certainly thrilled and excited at just how direct and forward Ayaka was being in furthering their relationship, at the same time, he couldn’t help but be just a tad nervous at how hungry and thirsty she was becoming in the process, to the point where Ayaka might be considered a full-blown, certified nymphomaniac…at least when it concerned Honoka anyway (though she seemed to be extending that behavior to Kasumi as well, at least to some extent).  Hopefully she wouldn’t be too…rough, so to speak during their next makeout session…

….assuming that they would only be making out and not taking things to the next step anyway.

Deciding to get the proverbial ball rolling, Honoka gathered up his books and other school supplies and headed off to his first period class, with Ayaka in tow.  Once more, as the two of them walked through the halls, the students and faculty gave them a wide berth, as if the two of them were celebrities or royalty (which in Ayaka’s case was pretty much the case, given her title of “Hime-sama”).

As they took their seats, Honoka noticed more of the changes made to accommodate the larger Ayaka.  Her desk was placed at the very back, given her larger size, and conveniently built to her scale.  If Ayaka were to try and sit at any other desk, she would most certainly end up obliterating it in the process, assuming she could even fit into one.  She was simply far too big for ordinary desks and desk chairs now.  Of course, Ayaka’s larger size meant that she could easily see over everyone else in the classroom.  In fact, she was looking down at the teacher, given the elevation of her head relative to everyone else.

And of course, since Ayaka was insistent on staying as close as possible to Honoka, his seat was right next to hers during each and every class period.  If ever there was a time in which Honoka couldn’t see the instructor or the notes during whichever class they were attending, the student in front was effectively told to scoot over to allow him a better view.  Honoka couldn’t help but feel a tad guilty over this, knowing that Ayaka was using her authority and clout to get her way and assist him wherever possible.  If it was any consolation, the students made no fuss over it when they were asked.

Math class, history class, and literature class were pretty uneventful overall, with the typical highschool humdrum of lectures, projections, and notes to take down.  Fast forward to science class, which in this case was headed by Mikage-sensei.

To his credit, the older teacher/undercover mage didn’t act too frazzled in Ayaka’s presence, given that he (unlike the vast majority of the students in class) knew that Ayaka’s recent enlargement wasn’t exactly normal or natural.  Even so, he went about the lecture as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

For class that day, the students were experimenting with different chemicals in beakers and vials.  Following a series of lecture notes on both the projector at the front of the room and their textbooks for general guidelines, the students tested out different chemical combinations to see what types of reactions would occur.  The students were assigned in groups of two or three, depending on who was in class that day.

Of course, that meant that Honoka and Ayaka were paired up…for rather obvious reasons by this point.

In this case, Honoka’s seat was more elevated so that he could sit at the same level as Ayaka.  Their lab desk/counter was also modified so that the pair could work at the same station.  While they examined and tinkered with the various chemicals, Honoka couldn’t help but notice just how close Ayaka was sitting to him…given that her substantial bosom was pressing against his neck and shoulders rather distinctly.

“Umm…Ayaka-chan?” Honoka asked.

“Yes, Honoka-kun?” she replied, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“You’re umm…how to put this?  You’re…a little bit close, don’t you think?”

“Am I?  Hmm…I don’t really see it that way, Honoka-kun,” Ayaka grinned ever so slightly as she leaned in further, pressing her magnificent mammaries against Honoka’s upper back and neck.  “As a matter of fact, I think we should sit a little bit closer.”

Before he could so much as voice any opposition whatsoever, Honoka found himself being gently lifted up by his armpits and being repositioned so that he was sitting in Ayaka’s lap, feeling her soft but powerful thighs against his legs while her torso and bosom effectively became his chair, with one of her arms wrapped endearingly around his upper body, securing him against her.

Honoka couldn’t help but blush rather furiously, given how intimate Ayaka decided to become at that moment.  It also didn’t help that he was starting to feel some ‘tension’ in his groin area.  No matter how much of a gentleman he tried to be, Honoka couldn’t fight his biology when it came to matters of sexual arousal.

“There, that’s much better,” said Ayaka rather matter-of-factly as she secured Honoka in her lap.  “In fact, from now on, I think we should sit like this in all of our classes.  Not just today’s classes, but all classes each and every day from now on.”

“You sure that’s a good idea, Ayaka-chan?” asked a flustered Honoka.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on it, Darling,” she said with a small grin.  “That way I can keep an eye on you all the better.  Besides, you do like this setup, don’t you, Honoka-kun?  You’re ‘little friend ’ seems to enjoy it, after all.”  Ayaka traced her fingers over his groin, feeling the tension that was building up in his lower member.

“A-Ayaka-chan!” Honoka gently hissed.  “We shouldn’t!  What if someone sees!?”

“Then I’ll freeze time so that nobody is any the wiser,” answered Ayaka.  “If Mikage-sensei makes a stink about it, I’ll tell him to go take a lunch break or something.  I am his boss, after all.”  Given her tone of voice, it was pretty apparent that Ayaka wanted to play.

“Ayaka-chan…please,” Honoka insisted, feeling a whole heaping amount of sexually-themed frustration at her advances.  “If you promise to hold off until after school, then I promise that we can do…whatever it is you’d like.  I’d just rather we not do it in the presence of others, that’s all.  It…just feels wrong doing it like that, you know?”

Ayaka paused for a moment, deep in thought at what Honoka suggested.  After a solid ten seconds or more of silence, she responded.

“Alright then, Honoka-kun,” she said.  “Just know that I intend to have some fun after school.  That’s a promise.”

“As long as we get our homework and all that done, of course,” Honoka countered.

“Sure,” Ayaka replied.  “But if need be, we’ll take a sick day off to catch up on our studies, just in case we’re behind after having our fun.”

“Ayaka-chan,” Honoka sighed.  “I’d rather you not throw your authority around left and right out of sheer convenience.  It doesn’t set a good example for the other students.”

“Oh, alright,” Ayaka sighed in response, leaning in and smooching Honoka on the cheek.  “We’ll be sure to get whatever homework we have finished before playtime.  I promise.”  Honoka sighed in relief, glad that Ayaka could see reason and not lose herself to passion and desire at each and every turn.

“Is everything alright back there?” asked Mikage-sensei to the pair.  “Do you have a question or need assistance with something by chance?”

“Everything’s fine, Mikage-sensei,” Ayaka replied politely but directly.  Given their recent history, she found the man to be a bit of a minor annoyance given how he tried to essentially take Ayaka’s place as Honoka’s guardian not so long ago [anime episode 6].  While some time had passed since then, Ayaka still found the man to be a bit of an inconvenience at times.  The fact that he momentarily separated her from her precious Honoka was enough for her to be miffed at him, though she managed to keep things cordial and professional for the most part.

“Okay then,” Mikage nervously chuckled.  “Well, if you have questions or if you’re confused about something, don’t hesitate to ask.”  He then maneuvered around the classroom, observing the other students as they proceeded with the day’s lesson plan.

For the remainder of science class, Honoka sat snug as a bug in Akaya’s lap, watching her large but slender arms handle the beakers and chemical samples here and there.  Deep down, Honoka knew that this exercise was childsplay to someone like Ayaka.  She was among the smartest students in school, if not THE smartest student outright.  This lesson plan was quite typical and easy enough for someone like her to perform and pass with flying colors.  If anything, Honoka felt a bit like dead weight compared to Ayaka in terms of academic performance.  Comparing Honoka to Ayaka in academics, athletics, and social standing was like comparing a street beggar to literal royalty…scratch that, like comparing a homeless vagrant to an outright goddess.

Of course, whenever he would bring that sort of thing up with her, she would simply tell him to not belittle himself like that, to simply do his best and nothing more or less than that, and that if anyone badmouthed him for it, then she would make them sorry for doing so.  Honoka appreciated Ayaka’s emotional backing, but he couldn’t help but feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed (if not ashamed) for not being able to effectively stand up for himself and not rely on her to defend him in those kinds of circumstances.

“Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka, “I can sense when you’re feeling down.  You know what that means, right?”

“No no no, Ayaka-chan,” he countered.  “I wasn’t feeling down or anything.  I was just deep in thought, that’s all.”  Ayaka proceeded to snap her fingers and Honoka watched as everything in the classroom suddenly froze still in place, even Mikage-sensei.

“I can tell when you’re lying, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka before leaning in and French kissing the young man once more, cupping the side of his face in her larger hand as she locked her lips to his.  Eventually, she let up so that she could speak more.

“You’re feeling inadequate, aren’t you?  Like you’re not worthy of me, because of something trivial like schoolwork, is that it?”

“Well…maybe a little bit,” he muttered.  “I mean, after all, you’re so amazing at…well, everything.  You have great grades.  You’re crazy good at sports.  You’re strong and confident and beautiful and smart and all kinds of other great things.  I’m sure you could land a spot at any college you wanted in the country…maybe any college in the whole world, or even just skip ahead and go into being either an actress or a supermodel if you preferred that.  Compared to you, I’m…I’m just…whatever, you know?  I can’t help but feel small and feeble when compared with someone as amazing as you.”

“Honoka-kun,” she countered, “all of that stuff you just said about me…that’s meaningless to me.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy that you complimented me with all of those nice things that you said, and I know that in some ways I’m more fortunate than others when it comes to things involving ability and talent.  But I could honestly care less about all of that stuff.  It’s nice to be good at something, sure, but being good at something doesn’t really give me much happiness or pleasure.  Do you know what does, Honoka-kun?”  The young man paused for a moment, having a pretty good idea as to what the answer was.

Ayaka leaned in for another kiss, slowly placing her lips against his and inhaling deeply as the two put their mouths through their paces.  Honoka was just glad that the room was frozen, as the sight of the two of them making out would most certainly be distracting for pretty much everyone in the room.  He was just surprised that Ayaka used a spell powerful enough to even keep Mikage-sensei frozen like the rest.

“Honoka,” she said after the kiss, “you are everything to me, understand?  Your smile, your voice, your personality, your compassion and kindness, your quirky hobbies like woodcarving and the stuffed penguins you have, all of the things that make you…you.  Those are the things that matter to me.  Those are the things that give me joy.  You and everything about you.  As long as you’re by my side, Honoka-kun, I feel like I can move heaven and earth.  But if you’re not in my life, if you’re not by my side…the world feels cold and grey.  Understand, Honoka-kun?”

“I…I think so,” he replied.  “It’s just that…I can’t help but feel that I’m holding you back or bringing you down sometimes, you know?  It’s like…if you’re a horse moving at full gallop, or a sports car moving at top speed, but I’m like…I’m like the busted leg or the blown out tire that’s holding you back and keeping you from your full potential.  At least, that’s how it feels sometimes when I’m with you…like I’m a handicap that’s keeping you from your full potential.”  Honoka paused in his reflection before continuing.  “I’m sorry…I don’t mean to get moody or self-deprecating, really I don’t.  I just can’t help but feel ashamed of myself when I look at what I’m capable of compared to what you are capable of, that’s all.”

Ayaka gently tightened her grip on Honoka and kissed him once more.  It seemed that each and every day that she was developing something of an addiction for kissing and making out in general with the young man.  Once she let up, she stared intently into his eyes before speaking again.

“Now now, no more of that, Darling,” she said.  “Like I’ve told you before, you only need to do your best and give it your all at whatever it is you do, which I know you do whenever you’re given a task.  Do that, and you need never apologize or bring yourself down over the outcome.  And if anyone gives you grief over any shortcomings, they’ll have to deal with me.  Now no more talking badly about yourself or thinking that way, okay?  I don’t like seeing the man I love acting this way.”

Honoka couldn’t help but blush a bit more once again, essentially hearing Ayaka admit her love for him on the spot like that.  It made his heartbeat feel more pronounced, and for a moment Honoka felt a little light-headed in response.  Once he collected himself, he nodded and simply lounged against the human recliner which Ayaka had effectively become.

While all this was going on, Mikage-sensei decided to play along with Ayaka’s magic, pretending to be standing still along with all the others.  He was cognizant of the spell the moment it had been cast, knowing more likely than not that Ayaka was the one who activated it.  He simply figured that it would be best to play along and pretend that he was caught up in the magic alongside all the other students and let the two lovebirds have their little heart-to-heart.  Given the mild animosity Ayaka seemed to harbor towards him every now and then, he figured that it would be best not to interfere in their moment of intimacy, especially since Ayaka was above him in rank within the school’s hierarchy.  Of course, chances were good that the chairwoman would keep him from losing his job if Ayaka threatened to have him terminated, but he’d rather not risk getting on Ayaka’s bad side all the same and risk potential physical punishment of some kind.  She probably still held a tiny grudge against him for that one time he momentarily separated her from Honoka when it was just the three of them in the science lab.

Once Ayaka had made her point to Honoka and lifted his spirits (at least somewhat), she proceeded to snap her fingers and dispel the magic, in which all the students were no longer frozen in place and proceeded along with their in-class assignment.  Mikage-sensei took his cue and proceeded to navigate through the room, observing one group after another.

“All good over here?” he asked Ayaka and Honoka as he passed them.

“Yeah, I think so, Sensei,” replied Honoka.  Ayaka simply nodded.

“Well then, that’s good to hear,” said Mikage-sensei.  “You two make a good pair, you know that?”

“I like to think so,” said Ayaka, silently wishing the man would go away and leave her alone with her darling Honoka.

“Okay then.  Well I’ll leave you both to your work then.  Just holler if you need assistance with something.  Just letting you know that there’s about ten minutes left before the bell goes off, so you’ll want to start wrapping things up soon.”  Mikage-sensei headed up towards the front of the classroom and told the other students the same news.

Fast forward to the end of the period.  All of the other students make their way out the door as Mikage-sensei tells them to brush up on their notes for an upcoming quiz.  Ayaka and Honoka are the last ones out the door.  As they leave, Mikage-sensei speaks up.

“I hope the two of you are doing well,” he says.  “Hopefully you’ll find a way to…alleviate the situation and all that, regarding Hime-sama’s…condition and whatnot.”  He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit nervously, given that he was looking up at someone who had three-and-a-half feet in height over him.  Even without Ayaka’s imposing height, her demeanor tended to command respect among nearly everyone she came into contact with.

“Let’s hope so,” added Honoka.

“If there’s anything I can do to be of assistance, just let me know,” said Mikage-sensei.

“Duly noted,” replied Ayaka.

“And please do look after Natsume-chan,” added Mikage-sensei, referring to his niece.  “If I understand it right, she’ll be moving into the Kagari Estate by tonight, per the chairwoman’s orders.”

“Correct,” said Ayaka.

“Well then, I hope you’ll take good care of her and all.  She’s a sweet girl, that one.  Anyways, it was good talking to you two.  Have a wonderful rest of the day now.”

With that, Honoka and Ayaka made their way out the door and to their next class.

Fast-forward to lunch period, with Honoka and Ayaka seated out on the rooftop balcony alongside several of Ayaka's gushing fangirls.  Of course, given that Ayaka was dead serious about having Honoka by her side at all times, she made good on her promise to keep him seated in her lap as they ate.  While Honoka was certainly enjoying Ayaka’s presence as he lounged against her firm muscles, soft skin, and bountiful bosom, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit uncomfortable given his preferential treatment in front of all the other girls.  He imagined that literally all of them would endure great physical punishment and torture just to get the chance to so much as touch Ayaka, let alone actually sit in her lap.

“Ummm, Ayaka-chan?” he tried to whisper as best as he could.

“Yes, Honoka-kun?” she replied between bites of her spring roll and bits of rice she packed in her bento box.

“Don’t you think that this…arrangement between us is going to…upset the others a little bit?”

“Nonsense,” replied Ayaka matter-of-factly.  “They’ve been made aware that you’re my man by this point, and that if any of them have a problem with that, then they’re welcome to go eat elsewhere.  I’ll not have the one I love cowering and hiding in the background like he’s unworthy of me, which you most certainly are, my dear Honoka-kun.”  Ayaka wrapped her arm around his torso, pressing the back of his head more so into her bosom.  Sure enough, the gesture made some of the girls puff up their cheeks and go red in the face, the jealousy clearly written all over their expressions.  Even so, none of them dared to speak up or make a move of any kind against Honoka, knowing that there would be severe consequences from Ayaka the moment they did…

…physical consequences or otherwise.

Honoka just hoped and prayed that Ayaka would hold back, knowing that between her physical strength and her magical abilities that she could dispose of the entire group without breaking a sweat.  Hell, she could simply raise their body temperatures with a snap of her fingers and make them all pass out from heat stroke if she so desired.  She had done such a thing in the past when she was being bullied in her middle school years [see anime episode 8].  Though it seemed that for now, Ayaka was holding back from acting on the desire to silence any potential naysayers.

“Honoka-kun, is your lunch tasty?” asked Ayaka, given that she prepared his bento box the night before.

“Yes it is,” replied Honoka as he nibbled on a piece of salmon among the assortment of food in his bento.  “Everything you make is delicious, Ayaka-chan.  Your cooking is practically flawless.  You could become a professional chef if you so desired.”

“You’re too kind,” Ayaka responded, curving her lip in a subtle smile ever so slightly.  Being praised by the one she loved above all others made Ayaka feel like she was walking on air, especially because she knew that Honoka was always genuine when it came to commending her efforts and abilities.  In fact, Ayaka strove to be as good as she was in each and every task so that Honoka would take notice of her more and more often.  She only wished that he wouldn’t feel so inadequate and unworthy of her in response.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to take his mind off of such things when we get back home,’ thought Ayaka as she enjoyed her meal.  ‘Last period can’t come fast enough as far as I’m concerned.’

As Ayaka continued to enlarge over time, her libido had grown alongside her.  She was already head-over-heels in love with Honoka before these growth spurts, but now as she grew bigger, taller, and all-around more captivatingly, breathtakingly beautiful, it seemed that her appetite for love and affection had only grown to match her size.  Perhaps this was somewhat influenced by Evermillion, given how enamored the deity was towards Honoka, given her playful fondness towards the young man.  Or perhaps Ayaka had simply grown tired of keeping things somewhere between good friends and occasional lovers up to this point.  After all that they had been through during the whole “Weekend Crisis” and the moments before, Ayaka wanted to take things to the next level, to take that next step and stake her claim onto Honoka…to become his woman outright.

Of course, with these new developments regarding Evermillion and the seals weakening, there would have to be some compromises on Ayaka’s part regarding Honoka, more of which would be elaborated upon in the coming days once the others were moved into the Kagari Estate.  For now, Ayaka would simply go about the humdrum of everyday life until that next step was reached…

…well, everyday life for a young lady who was over nine feet tall, anyway.

Fast-forward after lunch (which went off without any unpleasantries from Ayaka’s horde of fangirls, much to Honoka’s relief).  Honoka and Ayaka were now in gym class, dressed in their typical gym uniforms, with Ayaka’s gym clothes - a standard white t-shirt with sleeves ending at mid-bicep, knee-high white socks that hugged her calves like a glove, white tennis shoes and a pair of yoga-style gym shorts that ended well above her thighs - enlarged to fit her bigger frame (and accentuating her curves in all the right places).  Honoka wished that Ayaka’s shorts weren’t so…well…short, given that they exposed those luscious and powerful thighs all the way up to her groin area.  He imagined that if it was anyone other than Ayaka, that person would have been told to put on a more conservative pair of gym shorts, but since Ayaka was the school’s “Hime-sama,” she could get away with wearing such an enticing pair of rather short gym shorts.

Anyways, choice of clothing aside, today’s activity for gym class was basic gymnastics, meaning things like push-ups, curl-ups, bar lifts, jumping jacks, and other such activities.

For a moment, Honoka pondered if they would be doing something like tennis, basketball, or volleyball.  It would certainly be amusing enough to watch Ayaka dominate the field, knowing how adept she was when it came to things involving physical activity.  She could probably go up against literally the entire class if it was volleyball or basketball, given that she would tower over the volleyball net and probably even the basketball hoop.  Probably the only minor impediment for Ayaka would be handling the volleyball or basketball, given her larger size, though she would probably adjust quick enough to handle a smaller ball (along with smaller, shorter opponents).

In any case, for today’s lesson, it consisted of basic stretching exercises along with minor bouts of strength and endurance.  Like with any other physical activity, Ayaka would shine performing it all the same.

Like with science class, the students were to form into pairs of no greater than three (should there be an uneven number of students, depending on who was present).  So once more, that put Honoka paired up with Ayaka (which of course, she would have it no other way).

“Alright then,” said the instructor, “now that you’re all partnered up, go ahead and start with your warm-up exercises.  Best to get yourselves nice and limber, after all.  Start with curls and basic stretching techniques, alright?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” replied several of the students.

“Ready, Honoka-kun?” Ayaka asked.

“Mm-hmm,” nodded the young man.

Sitting himself flat on the floor, Honoka spaced his legs out a bit and then proceeded to bend forward at the waist, keeping his arms straight and his fingers pointed as he leaned forward as much as possible.  He proceeded to stretch forward slowly and patiently, feeling the muscles throughout his torso get a mild workout.

It was only a few seconds in that he suddenly felt another presence directly behind him, given the shadow he suddenly found himself enveloped in.  A gentle ‘thump’ indicated that Ayaka had seated herself directly behind, pressed up against his very back no less (with her bosom pressed up against his neck and shoulders).

“A-Ayaka-chan, what are you doing?” asked the flustered Honoka.

“Helping you with your stretches, of course,” she answered without missing a beat.  “Figured that you could use a hand to help limber you up.”

For a moment, Honoka considered putting up some kind of verbal resistance, but he decided to just ‘go with the flow’ and embrace the situation as it unfolded.  Leaning forward to reach as far as his fingers could go, Honoka felt Ayaka’s G-cup bosom smoosh and press up against his back.  Even though she was behind him, he could smell her wonderful aroma all around him as he went through the motions.  He imagined that the other boys…scratch that, the boys AND girls in class were quite jealous at the close contact he was getting with Ayaka at the moment.

During that time, Honoka could feel Ayaka’s entire body effectively enveloping his own, given that she had more than four feet in height over him.  Her arms and legs shot well past his own limbs as he stretched, and her head was propped atop his all the while, like a mother hen watching after her hatchlings.  All the while, her generous bosom pressed against his back and drove him wild with excitement (if the stiffness in his gym shorts was any indicator of such, anyways).

Of course, Ayaka knew damn well that her proximity towards Honoka was exciting the young man very, very much.  From her perspective, she was only too happy to smother him with affection in whatever way she could conceive of.  Given that they were currently in gym class, she thought ‘What better way to please him than to get as physically intimate with him as possible?’  In this case, other than kissing, fondling, or more intense forms of physical contact, she could put her body to use the best way she knew how.

After a few minutes of stretching in a seated position, Honoka stood up and proceeded to stretch while standing on his feet.  He began with the typical bending at the waist and touching his toes, going back and forth between standing upright and bending at the waist every twenty seconds or so.  Sometimes he alternated by gently bending his neck from side-to-side or rotating his arms at the armpit.  Other times he would bend his back as far back as he could, or do back-and-forth squatting positions to give his knees, calves, and thighs a modest workout.

Shortly afterwards, Ayaka decided to partake in the activity in her own special way.

“Honoka-kun,” she said, “could you do me a favor?”

“What’s that?” he responded.

“Could you watch me?  I want to make sure that I’m doing the exercises right.”

“Umm…sure, I suppose I could.” Honoka found the request to be rather odd, given that Ayaka was a natural in everything she did, especially when it came to things involving physical activity.

“Thank you,” she replied as she stood in front of Honoka with her back facing him.  She began by stretching her arms as high up as she could, fingers pointed out.  A moment later, she bent over so as to touch her toes, pushing out her tushy directly in front of Honoka.  Given her 9’6’’ stature, her derriere was just slightly below Honoka, giving him a spectacular view of Ayaka’s buttcheeks, hidden tantalizingly behind the fabric of her particularly short gym shorts.

Once more, Honoka felt sexually-themed angst and tension, looking at Ayaka’s perfect posterior jutting out just inches away from his face as she bent over and engaged in her stretches.  Of course, Ayaka knew to stand the perfect distance in front of Honoka to make sure that he got a front-row style view of her perfectly-sculpted ass.  No doubt he could appreciate the swell of her buttcheeks and the cleavage of said cheeks pressed up against one another, so firm and yet tempered with the right amount of baby fat as to give them that perfect, heavenly jiggle.  Though Ayaka’s bosom was practically legendary in terms of size and shape, her booty was just as impressive in its own right.

“Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka between stretches, “make sure you’re keeping a close watch, alright?  I want to make sure I’m doing it correctly.”  She then proceeded to scoot back ever so slightly, making damn sure that Honoka’s face was even closer to her booty, almost to the point where his nose would have been touching her buttcrack.

To say that Ayaka was being flirty with Honoka at that moment would be like saying that fire is kind of hot, or that water is a bit on the wet side.  To most observers, they would conclude (accurately no less) that Ayaka was pretty much throwing herself at the young man.

“Uhh…Ayaka-chan, don’t you think you’re just a little too…close?” a flustered Honoka asked.

“Why, whatever do you mean, Honoka-kun?” asked Ayaka.  “I just want to make sure that I’m doing the exercise right, that’s all.  So I want you to keep a close eye on me to make sure I’m doing it correctly.”  Ayaka proceeded with more bending and stretching, looking over her shoulder to make sure that Honoka was watching her every move.  While she knew that this was as embarrassing for Honoka as it was sexually titillating, she simply couldn’t help but enjoy his reaction, finding it so adorable that he was struggling to honor her request and watch her derriere sticking enticingly right in front of him.

Wanting to keep to his word, Honoka kept his gaze on Ayaka’s tempting tushy.  While he was pretty sure that Ayaka already knew how to perform this simple exercise, he felt that she wanted to know that he was focusing his gaze on her while she did so.  It was pretty apparent, given how enamored she was becoming with the young man…well, even more enamored than she had been before these growth spurts started.

After a minute or so, Ayaka had her fun effectively shoving her posterior in Honoka’s face and decided to move onto something else.

“Alright then, Honoka-kun, time for a different stretch,” she said.  Standing upright, she turned around so that she was facing Honoka, standing only a foot or so away from him.  Then, she placed her hands on her hips and proceeded to bend her back backwards as far as she could, grunting slightly as she did so.  Given her proximity to Honoka, he once more got a front-row viewing to a sight of the entire front side of her body - her powerful thighs, her pronounced hips, her curvaceous torso, her well-defined arms, and of course, her legendary bosom.

It was something about Ayaka’s breasts that seemed to be almost otherworldly, in a way of putting things.  Even though they were large - quite large, frankly speaking - they seemed to have that perfect mix of buoyancy while at the same time still retaining peak firmness.  They had almost no sag whatsoever.  It was as if they were a pair of breasts descended from the heavens, created for all to take in their glory, wonder, and splendor…and in this case, they were all for Honoka to gaze upon and take in wholeheartedly.

“Honoka-kun, make sure you stand right where you are,” said Ayaka as she stretched and bent her back.  “You are my training partner after all, so it’s important that we stay together during these exercises.”

“Uhmm…y-yeah…” replied Honoka, finding himself at something of a loss for words.

For the next minute or two, Honoka simply took in all of Ayaka Kagari’s physical splendor, marvelling at both the definition of her muscles as well as the curvaceousness of her entire figure, whether it was her legs, her hips, her waist, her torso, or her bosom.  Her bosom in particular had such swell to it that Honoka couldn’t help but think that her breasts were amplified by magic.  While Honoka had never outright asked Ayaka about such a thing, he had an inkling that Ayaka’s G-cup breasts were all-natural and nothing more, which made them all the more enticing and sexually provocative in turn.

Once more, Ayaka’s plan appeared to be working, given that her goal entailed keeping her darling Honoka focused solely on her and her alone.  Under the circumstances, that wasn’t too difficult, given that they were in gym class, so Honoka was expected to keep a close eye on his training partner like all the other students.  Even so, he couldn’t help but find this whole exercise to be rather…unorthodox, for lack of a better word.

As Ayaka stretched and twisted, she made sure to accentuate her curves and bosom as much as possible, wanting Honoka to take in as much of a smorgasbord of her body as she displayed to him.  The more naughty part of her brain desired to do so while Ayaka was in nothing but her birthday suit, but sadly she would have to acquiesce and adhere to wearing clothes in this instance, lest she get an earful from her mother for such a brazen display (though she was tempted to initiate another ‘time freeze’ spell on the entire gymnasium so that she could give Honoka the full monty without the others freaking out in the process).

For the time being, Ayaka would simply take her opportunities where they presented themselves, content to have Honoka all to herself (more or less, anyway).

“Alright now,” said the instructor, “that should do it for warm-up stretches now.  Time to get to the nitty-gritty now.  Time for some push-ups.  For those who can’t do push-ups, crunches will do in their stead.  I want to see everyone here go for fifty at a bare minimum, understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” groaned several of the students, bummed that they were expected to do that many push-ups (or crunches).

“Ready, Honoka-kun?” Ayaka asked.

“I’ll do my best,” he answered.

“I know you will,” she replied with a small grin.

Deciding to try his hand at push-ups, Honoka assumed the position and readied himself, with Ayaka kneeling by him to keep watch.  He soon after began, with the rest of the class following suit on their own, either doing push-ups or crunches.  The first ten or so push-ups were easy, with the next ten being a bit harder.  Honoka took a moment to catch his breath before continuing, straining a bit during the next ten afterwards.  After thirty push-ups, he was starting to get a bit winded and started to feel some beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Come on, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka.  “You can do it.  I know you can.”

After some more panting, Honoka continued further, grunting with each exertion as he raised and lowered his arms.  During this exercise, he wanted to prove something to Ayaka as well as to the other students and to himself that he was at least somewhat competent and capable when it came to basic physical capabilities.  While he wasn’t fit to where he could be considered “professional athlete material,” Honoka wasn’t so feeble or out of shape to the point where he would be considered an invalid or a couch potato either.

After forty push-ups, Honoka was starting to “feel the burn” as the saying goes, at least when it came to his arms and his stomach, given how clinched his abdomen was as he exerted himself with each push-up.  Yet even with the mild pain he was feeling, he didn’t want to look pathetic, certainly not in front of Ayaka of all people, given how much she doted on him (especially as of late).  The goal of completing fifty push-ups became all the more important to Honoka, given how driven he was in wanting to look at least somewhat competent when it came to basic physical activity.  While he knew that he would never reach Ayaka’s level in such a field, he wanted to prove to her that he was at least capable of a typical display of strength and stamina training.

“That’s it, Honoka-kun,” said Ayaka.  “Almost there.  You can do it.”

“Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four,” grunted Honoka quietly.  His arms were starting to really tense up and burn a little.  The same went for his abdomen.

Ayaka knelt by his side, towering above him as she watched him exert himself.  A tiny part of him would have loved it if he was on top of her doing the motions he was currently doing at that moment…preferably in a nice, big and comfy bed.  She quickly blinked and shook her head to get her mind out of the adult-rated material, focusing on the task at hand.

“Forty-seven, forty-eight…forty-nine,” grumbled Honoka.

“Almost there, Honoka-kun,” Ayaka cheered him on.

“Fifty,” grunted Honoka before falling to the floor to relax for a moment.  Ayaka rubbed his back with her large hand, running it up and down his entire backside in a soothing motion.  Even then, Honoka took notice as to how much of his back her fingers and palms covered, another reminder of just how big she currently was.

“Alright, now it’s my turn,” replied Ayaka.  Assuming that she was going to do a set of push-ups like him, Honoka was surprised to see Ayaka lay on her back and place her hands behind her head.  Apparently, she decided to do crunches instead.  Honoka found this a little odd, given that he knew Ayaka could do fifty push-ups like it was nothing; she probably wouldn’t even break a sweat on the fiftieth push-up no less.  Shrugging his shoulders, Honoka knelt by Ayaka, keeping a short distance between them.

“Honoka-kun, could you sit by my feet and hold them in place?” asked Ayaka.

“Really?  You need me to do that?  I’m pretty sure you can keep your feet anchored well enough on your own.”  Honoka had a feeling that Ayaka was up to something in her request.

“I want to make sure that I’m doing it right,” Ayaka replied.  “Plus, with you anchoring my feet, I’ll be able to focus more on my waist and torso while I work, so you’d be doing me a favor by holding my feet down for me.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” said Honoka, not entirely sure that Ayaka’s analysis could be taken at face value.  In any case, he did as she asked and assumed a seated position as he placed a hand on each of Ayaka’s pristine white sneakers.  He couldn’t help but marvel at how big Ayaka’s feet were now at her current 9’6’’ height, though they remained relatively petite in proportion to the rest of her body all the same.  Once he got a decent grip on each of her feet, Honoka motioned for Ayaka to begin.

“Let me know if I’m pressing too hard on your feet, okay?”

“Will do, Honoka-kun,” she replied.  “Feel free to push down a little harder if you like.”

“Really?” asked a surprised Honoka.

“Really,” replied Ayaka.  “Trust me, I’m perfectly fine, so you don’t have to worry about hurting me.  Just make sure you’re pressing down and watching me, okay?”

“Got it,” he answered, focusing his attention solely on her as he pressed down some more.

Of course, Honoka would have been right in his assumption over Ayaka’s reasoning.  She could have done fifty push-ups or fifty crunches without the need for any assistance from a partner.  She simply wanted Honoka to focus his vision on her and her alone, to drink in every detail of her larger body with the hopes of becoming aroused by it, even though he would do his best to hide that arousal, given his gentlemanly nature (which Ayaka found adorable at times).

Ayaka began easily enough with the crunches, keeping at an average pace if perhaps a bit slower than would be expected.  The reason she took her time with each crunch was because she wanted to draw out the session for as long as possible, wanting Honoka to get a good, long look at Ayaka’s body since he was facing it up close and personal.  As she reached the fully seated position with each crunch, she focused her gaze on Honoka to make sure that he was drinking in the sight of her.  Much to her pleasure, he was doing just that.  Sometimes he looked her directly in the eye, only to turn his gaze elsewhere to a different part of her body, blushing as he did so.  It took a great deal of willpower on Ayaka’s part to not break out in a full-blown smile and just glomp him there and then.

For his part, Honoka felt the sexual angst build up in him once more, given that he had so much of Ayaka’s body to visually feast upon.  Holding his hands firmly upon her sneakered feet, he could really take in the details and the splendor of Ayaka’s form.  Her body was a sort of fusion between professional athlete and professional model, as beautiful as it was powerful, which was through the roof on both, especially with her now at 9-and-a-half feet tall.

Every part of her form radiated beauty and brought forth feelings of sexual desire.  Her slender and curvaceous calves, her powerful thighs, her rounded-out hips, her sinfully curvy waistline, her built and refined abdomen, her mighty shoulders, her slender yet also firm arms (especially her biceps), her swan-like neck, her shining black hair, her frighteningly gorgeous facial features, her firm but also healthily-plump derriere, and of course her G-cup breasts that gently wobbled and bounced ever so slightly…all of it together was a smorgasbord of feminine beauty and charm.   

Ayaka’s breasts in particular were truly something to behold.  They almost appeared gravity-defying in a way, having very little sag to them and remaining rather perky as they jutted from her chest.  In this case, they were particularly more pronounced given that they were currently stuffed in a rather form-fitting white gym-class t-shirt, forming a cleavage within said shirt.  Honoka pondered whether or not Ayaka was wearing a bra at that very moment, curious if she even really needed one.  If her breasts could hang proudly off of her chest on their own (as he suspected was probably the case), then a bra would be more optional and done for fashion-related reasons than practical ones.

One other thing that Honoka couldn’t help but blush over was the fact that he was pretty sure that if he focused long enough, he could make out what appeared to be a case of “camel toe” forming squarely at the center of Ayaka’s groin.  After all, the gym shorts she wore were particularly snug as well as short, hugging Ayaka’s hips, ass, and groin area like a leather glove.  Honoka couldn’t help but think that the main reason Ayaka wanted him to anchor her feet like this was that so he could take in every detail of her virtually perfect form, most likely with attention to those breasts of hers as they swayed and bounced, but probably also to the tightness of her gym shorts (which in turn was creating some tightness in his own pair of shorts, albeit for a reason unique to human males).

Past the twenty-fifth crunch, Ayaka decided to speak up once more.

“How am I doing, Honoka-kun?” she asked.

“I’d say you’re doing perfectly fine, Ayaka-chan,” replied the flustered young man.  “Are you sure you need me to hold your feet steady?”

“Yes, indeed.  You’re helping me out big time by doing your part, so please continue to do so.  Am I doing the crunches the proper way?  Not slouching or taking too long, am I?”

“N-no, not at all.  I’d say you’re doing great as you are.  You could probably do over a hundred without breaking your stride or even breaking a sweat is my guess.”

‘More like three hundred at a bare minimum,’ thought Ayaka in response, smiling at Honoka’s compliment.  WIth her strength, she could do a few hundred push-ups AND a few hundred crunches if necessary.  Her body had been honed to peak physical conditioning from years of training under her mother, and that was without the use of magic to further amplify her strength.  Even so, with all of that in mind, she would keep up with the act, ecstatic that she had her darling Honoka looking squarely at her while she did the crunches.

She could have wrapped up the exercise in literally one minute (assuming she kept the pace at one crunch per second), but decided to take her sweet time, savoring watching her beloved blushing as he took in the sight of her body.  Perhaps it was because he looked so much smaller than he normally would to her (given her enlargement and all), but Ayaka had a rather strong desire to simply skip the exercise altogether, scoop up Honoka into her embrace and wrap him in both her arms and legs like he was a large teddy bear or body pillow, burying his face deep into her bosom as she did so.  She’d probably carry him to the principal’s office so that they could have some privacy, but if anybody happened to make a fuss over such behavior on Ayaka’s part, she’d simply tell them to take a walk and mind their own business.

‘I’ll just save it for after school,’ thought Ayaka as she was wrapping up the crunches, deciding that such intimacy would be all the more rewarding after patiently waiting throughout the school day.  She had finished up the last crunch after a solid five minutes had passed (she really took her sweet time, wanting to savor it as much as possible) and then proceeded to stand up, casting Honoka in her shadow as she did.

“Thank you for your help, Honoka-kun,” she said, leaning down kissing him on the forehead slowly, partly to show her affection to him as well as to give him a good look at her stupendously massive breasts that hung within tantalizing reach in front of the young man.  “I appreciate it very much,” Ayaka said as she pulled back.

“N-no problem, Ayaka-chan,” he replied.

The rest of the period entailed having the students (still paired-up) trying one of the several pieces of workout equipment throughout the gymnasium.  Some used stationary bicycles or treadmills, others used the leg press machine or the rowing machines or one of the various machines specialized for arm strength or abdominal strength.  Some could be spotted using either the speedbags or the standard punching bags.

In the case of Ayaka and Honoka, they kept it simple and did curls with weights.  Honoka used a pair of 10-pound dumbbells, while Ayaka used a barbell holding 150 pounds of weight.  In all blunt honesty, Ayaka could have easily racked another 500 pounds or more onto the barbell, but she didn’t want to make Honoka feel inadequate by doing so, nor did she want to risk drawing a crowd and having all the other students staring at her during the rest of the period.  So it was just the two of them once more, Honoka doing his reps with the dumbbells in a back-and-forth motion, altering from one arm to the next while Ayaka curled the barbells in her hands.

Occasionally, one of the other students would ask if they could join in and do weight curls alongside Ayaka.  She would reply that they were welcome to do so, as long as they focused on exercising and not ogling at her body.  As far as Ayaka was concerned, only Honoka had the right to such a thing.  She also made a habit of keeping conversation with the others to a bare minimum, implying that while she wouldn’t give them the silent treatment, she wasn’t really in the mood for smalltalk with anyone (who wasn’t Honoka, anyway).

As they curled the weights, Ayaka also took close note of Honoka’s pacing, being sure not to do her reps too quickly and risk making her beloved feel inadequate in her presence.  The last thing she wanted to do was make Honoka feel so small and weak in front of her, so she kept her reps at the same pace as his, making sure she didn’t go too fast and leave him far behind her in the process.  Besides, she could use the mild burn by doing slower curls with the weights, figuring that it would help strengthen her muscle tone somewhat and make the muscles themselves more durable as opposed to just bigger.  For Ayaka, it was more important to hone her overall physical build and capabilities rather than just prove how many reps she could do in a set or how much weight she could curl or deadlift in a sitting.  Besides, Ayaka already knew that in terms of raw strength among everyone at Tougetsu High, she was at the top of the chart (either tied with or just below her mother).  The only other person she could think who could come even remotely close to her in strength and endurance would be Rinon Otometachibana, who Ayaka had sparred with in the past from time to time.

In short, Ayaka didn’t feel a need to prove anything to anyone when it came to matters of physical capability.  She was already strong, even without the use of magic and even before the growth spurts.  She just wanted to spend time with her sweet little Honoka-kun in any way possible, taking each and every opportunity to get as intimate with him as she could without taking things too far and risk causing a scene of some kind in school.

Fast-forward to the end of gym class, with just a few minutes before the period ended.  The instructor told the students to start putting away whatever equipment they pulled out to train with and head back to the locker rooms.  Under normal circumstances, that would have meant that Ayaka and Honoka would have had to part ways (at least temporarily) and head off to their respective locker rooms.  Of course, given Ayaka’s position as “Hime-sama” which gave her higher rank over all of the school’s faculty (minus the chairwoman), that rule simply didn’t apply to her, and she would therefore change clothes alongside Honoka once all the other students had vacated (much to the chagrin of both the boys and the girls, no doubt).

Once the other students left their respective locker rooms (grumbling in sheer jealousy at how lucky Honoka was), that just left Ayaka and Honoka in the ladies’ locker room, which Ayaka insisted that he change in as it smelled far more pleasurable compared to the boys’ locker room.  Honoka certainly couldn’t disagree with that assessment.

As the two of them were changing, Honoka turned so that his back was to Ayaka.  Of course, she would be having none of that, so she placed a large hand on Honoka’s shoulder and gently turned him so that he was facing her once more.

“Honoka-kun, there’s no need for that.  We’ve already bathed together, so there’s really nothing that we need to hide from one another now, is there?”  By this point, Ayaka was wearing a rose-colored, intricately laced brassiere and panties matching in both color and syle while Honoka wore a simple pair of boxers.

“Still, it wouldn’t be proper,” Honoka replied.  “A gentleman shouldn’t ogle and stare at a lady so…so lecherously and perverted-like.  It just doesn’t feel right to me.”

“Honestly,” sighed Ayaka as she approached Honoka so that they were less than a foot from each other, with Honoka staring directly into Ayaka’s lower abdomen, given that he stood roughly level with her waistline at this point.  No matter how much time they spent together, Honoka couldn’t help but marvel at just how massive Ayaka was (and was becoming).  Her supermodel figure had only grown more magnified, making her inherent beauty all the more pronounced.  From Honoka’s perspective, he felt like he was in the presence of a literal goddess who had fallen to Earth and graced mere mortals like him with her presence.

Ayaka placed her hands upon Honoka’s shoulders, gazing down intently at the young man who she carried such a raging torch for.  Seconds of silence passed between the two of them, their heartbeats increasing in both heart rate and overall intensity.  Then Ayaka lifted Honoka up by his armpits and introduced his face into her bosom, burying her in that soft, heavenly boobflesh.  She wrapped her powerful arms around him so that he had no hope of escaping her embrace.

“Honoka-kun,” she whispered.  “I am YOUR woman, got that?  You are more than welcome to look to your heart’s content.  I WANT you to look at me as much as possible, and to do other stuff with - and to - me.  So I don’t want you feeling embarrassed over the idea of looking at my body, understand?  I don’t want you thinking that you’re unworthy of me at all, Darling.  Because you most certainly are.”

Before he could voice a response, Honoka was lifted up further so that his face was an inch or so away from Ayaka’s heavenly facial features.  Even with her normally stoic demeanor, it was clear from both the mild blush on Ayaka’s cheeks and the shine in her eyes that she was being particularly smitten at the moment.  Feeling each other’s heartbeats, since their chests were smooshed up against one another, the pair of teens became lost in each other’s eyes, with their breathing picking up in sheer intensity.

A moment later, Ayaka simply couldn’t control her desires any longer.  She leaned in and French kissed Honoka, moaning as she did so.  For his part, Honoka was at a bit of a crossroads:  One part of him wanted to simply get lost in the intensity of the moment and forget the outside world, to simply live “in the now,” as the expression goes.  However, that nagging “Mr. Goody Two Shoes” part of his personality simply felt that this wasn’t proper, that this sort of thing should be reserved in more private settings.  And while the two of them had the locker room all to themselves (for the time being), Honoka felt that it would be more fitting and prudent to save such things for when they were at home, preferably in the bedroom.

After a minute or so of making out, Honoka’s conscience urged him to speak up.

“Ayaka-chan,” he said, pulling away from the kissing, “we shouldn’t be doing this…at least not right now and not here.”

“Why not?” replied Ayaka.  “I can use magic to lock the doors and order the other teachers and faculty to stay away, at least for the time being anyway.”

“I know you can, Ayaka-chan, but I’d rather that you not use power and authority to simply get your way.  Please don’t misunderstand, a part of me wants this like you wouldn’t believe…”

“Oh, believe me, I know you want this, my darling Honoka-kun,” she interjected, turning her gaze to the tension in his boxers, giggling at his own reaction in the process.

“That being said,” Honoka continued, “this sort of thing should be done back in the privacy of your home, don’t you think?”

“Privacy of our home, Honoka-kun,” Ayaka corrected him.  “It’s as much your home as it is mine.  It’s basically the home of our family, meaning my okaa-san, your okaa-san, your imouto (“little/younger sister” in Japanese), and all of the other incoming arrivals…even those five tower witches, so long as they behave themselves.  But the point is that it’s our home, Darling, and you are to make yourself at home when you are home, understand?”

“I understand,” Honoka somewhat nervously chuckled.  He was rather surprised at how adamant Ayaka was in her declaration, effectively referring to everyone in the Kagari Estate as a member of her family.

“So…if everyone who lives at your…sorry, our house is a part of your family, then what does that make the others?  By that, I mean what does that make those five tower witches and the other workshop witches who will be moving in by tonight?  What are they relative to you exactly?”

“In the case of those five delinquents,” Ayaka replied, “to me, they’re akin to distant cousins as far as relations go, though it only seems that the one with cat ears is the most problematic one of the bunch.  The green-haired one with the eye-patch might be a little sassy, but I’m pretty sure that she would back down soon enough with a friendly warning.  The other three seem easy enough to get along with, more or less, especially that really quiet one.  As for Touko-chan, Rinon-chan, Atori-chan and Natsume-chan, I’d consider them as on the same level as Kasumi-chan, something along the lines of younger sisters I suppose.”

“And if Touko-chan’s family ends up moving in as your okaa-san suggested, what would that make all of them to you?” Honoka inquired further.

“Extended family, I suppose,” Ayaka answered.  “And if it comes to that, which I’m fairly certain will end up being the case in the not-so-distant future, there’ll be enough room for the whole lot of them, along with food and whatever else they’ll have need for.  After all, the Kagari Family isn’t exactly tight on money, if the estate is anything to go by.  But enough talk about that for now.  While I’d rather continue where we left off, I’ll respect your wishes and save this for when we’re in more private settings.  Just know that I’m going to hold you to that, Darling.”  The tone in Ayaka’s voice implied that she was just as playful as she was serious, meaning in equal measure for both.

“I appreciate that,” replied Honoka, still held in Ayaka’s arms all the while, with his feet dangling a few feet off the ground.  “Well um, if you could set me back down then, Ayaka-chan, so that I can put on the rest of my clothes, I’d appreciate that.”  He gestured towards the floor to make his point.

“Oh alright then,” Ayaka jokingly sighed.  “If you insist, then I suppose I can…I can…”  Ayaka’s voice began to trail off as she suddenly became rather light-headed.  Honoka caught on within seconds, his facial expression serious in turn.

“Ayaka-chan, what’s wrong?  Do you feel sick?  Do I need to call for a nurse?  Or your okaa-san?”

“N-no, nothing like that, Honoka-kun,” she replied, “I feel fine…just…just…”  Ayaka started to take in deeper breaths, her chest heaving in a more pronounced manner, all while still holding Honoka in her embrace.

“Ayaka-chan, please,” Honoka beseeched.  “Tell me what’s wrong.  You’re obviously not fine, or else you wouldn’t be panting like this all of a sudden.  Please, let me help you and…whoa!”

A moment later, Ayaka fell backwards, landing with a resounding thud against the locker room floor, holding Honoka firmly against her torso so as to keep from dropping him or risk him taking a nasty tumble himself.  No matter what, from Ayaka’s viewpoint, her darling Honoka’s safety was the most important thing, period.  Holding him firmly against her torso and bosom, Ayaka continued her heavy breathing, her glorious chest rising and falling in spectacular splendor.

“Ayaka-chan, please, just tell me what’s happening!” Honoka beseeched.  “How can I help you!?”

“Just stay by my side,” Honoka moaned.  “That’s all I need you to do for me.  Be by my side and love me the way that you do.”  Ayaka paused before revising her response.  “Well, if I’m being frank, Honoka-kun, love me more than you’ve come to love me so far.  Love me whole-heartedly like a lover…like a fiance…no…like a husband and soulmate.  That’s all I ask of you, Honoka-kun.”

“Ayaka-chan,” Honoka quietly whispered, taking in the big girl’s open-hearted request, which was pretty much a sort of love confession, given that she viewed Honoka as her betrothed by this point.  Her love for him felt overwhelming at times, and this moment in particularly felt particularly intense, in both the sexual sense of the word as well as the romantic sense.

“I…I just wish I could do more for you than that,” continued Honoka as he gazed into Ayaka’s eyes.

“I do have a small request, Darling,” she responded.

“What is it?”

“Please kiss me.”

Without missing a beat, Honoka crawled his way forward until his face met Ayaka’s, then crashed his lips into hers, tasting both her lips and the interior of her mouth.  Ayaka returned the kiss with equal gusto, loving the fact that it was Honoka who started this kiss.  The two of them went in a back-and-forth motion of tongue-play as they ran their fingers over as much of the other one’s body as they possibly could (Ayaka being able to cover more ground, given her larger body and longer arms).

While the kissing session was underway, Ayaka’s body began to swell and stretch once again, expanding in all directions while maintaining her perfect, flawless proportions.  Inch by inch she grew, with her bra and panties beginning to strain greatly against her bosom and waistline respectively.  Even with the restorative magic spell she had implemented to automatically go off, her clothes were a bit slow to react to her body as it enlarged bit by bit, bigger and bigger.

Soon enough, the feeling of Ayaka’s skin, hands, and tongue expanding tipped off Honoka as to what was happening.

“Ayaka-chan…you’re…”

“Yes,” she whispered in response.

“I…wish I could help stop this…” he said.

“Don’t worry, Darling.  Everything will be okay, so please don’t trouble yourself with worry.  Now please kiss me some more.”  Ayaka gently pulled Honoka back in her embrace, bridging his face up to hers as they smooched some more, with the large girl serving as the young man’s mattress as she expanded.

After a few minutes of smooching, fondling, and caressing, the growth finally came to an end.  Eventually, the lovebirds ended their makeout session and figured that it was time to head home, given that it was the last period of the school day.  They also decided to find out what the verdict was on Ayaka’s latest growth spurt.

They got an early indicator when the young woman’s head bumped into the 9’6’’ ceiling as she stood up.  Ayaka sighed in mild annoyance as she snapped her fingers.  Seconds later, the ceiling began to slowly stretch higher and higher as she straightened her knees, waist, back, and neck.  From Honoka’s perspective, it was as if she was pushing the ceiling up using her head as she stood taller and taller.

Honoka had a good inkling as to what Ayaka’s final height was.  As he stood next to his towering lover, he realized that her legs were now taller than his entire body, by a few inches or so.  That meant that Ayaka was now more than twice Honoka’s entire height.

A minute later, Honoka managed to find some measuring tape in the coach’s office (Ayaka had a master key to literally all the rooms throughout the school).  Handing Ayaka one end of the tape, she let it drop as Honoka secured it flush against the wall as she stood in all her splendor.  Given that Ayaka’s head lightly touched against the ceiling, it was easier just to measure the distance between the floor and the ceiling of the locker room (which looked quite spacious now at this point after Ayaka’s latest growth spurt).  A moment later, Honoka read out the measurement in near-breathless wonder and awe.

“Eleven feet,” he said.

Sensing his trepidation and worry, Ayaka knelt down and gave him a kiss on the lips.  Whenever she felt that he was feeling trepidation and concern over these growth spurts, she would do whatever she could to take his mind off of such things, and the simplest way she knew how was to use her body to comfort him…

…and she liked kissing him as much as possible, among other things.

Once the pair got dressed in their school clothes (Ayaka’s automatically enlarged to fit her bigger size now), they proceeded out the doorway, with Ayaka bending substantially to pass through it.  A moment later, Honoka was enveloped in shadow as Ayaka’s massive arms scooped him up and lifted him off the ground.  She stood proud and tall, carrying him “bridal style” as she proceeded through the school, with both of their carry-on suitcases slung over her shoulder like they weighed nothing.

“A-Ayaka-chan, what are you doing?” asked the flustered Honoka-kun.

“I want to hold and carry my Darling home with me,” she replied with a smile, leaning in for another smooch on Honoka’s lips.  “I’m sorry, Honoka-kun, but I just can’t help myself.  You’re so cute and adorable in my arms that I just want to hold and snuggle with you as much as possible.  Just relax and enjoy this, okay?  We’ll be home soon enough.”

Sighing in resignation, Honoka just nodded in response, figuring that it was best to simply let Ayaka have her way in matters like this.  Given her “Hime-sama” demeanor as well as her larger size, it was becoming more and more apparent that she was pretty much likely to have her way on damn near any issue if she was up against someone smaller than her (meaning everyone other than her mother at this point).

So it was that the two of them left the school grounds at the end of the day, with Kasumi and the KMM Gang taking in Ayaka’s latest size in equal parts panic and awe, marvelling at how much bigger she had become throughout the school day.

“Come along now, all of you,” she said to all of them, accentuating the height difference by standing rather close to all of them as she looked down at them from on high.  “We should be getting home now.  Don’t want to be late for dinner.”

For their part, the others stood in awe at Ayaka’s latest size increase, momentarily at a loss for words.  They also couldn’t help but stare at Honoka being carried bridal-style in Ayaka’s arms, an act which had become much, much easier now that Ayaka was more than twice his height.  Kasumi couldn’t help but puff her cheeks in jealousy at seeing her beloved “Onii-chan” being carried around in Hime-sama’s embrace as if the two of them were freshly married newlyweds (only in reverse with the wife carrying the husband).

Deciding to follow her direction, the others followed in tow behind and around Ayaka, with her serving as the proverbial flagship of the group as they made their way back home towards Babel.