“Six feet, nine inches,” said Honoka in a mildly trembling voice.  Thinking that Ayaka would be around 6’7’’ tall, it threw him off a bit to see that she had ended up shooting up nearly 4 inches instead of around 2.

“What was that, Takamiya-kun?” asked Ayaka as she tilted her head to the side.  Apparently, he didn’t speak up loudly enough for her to hear him.

“Six feet, nine inches, Kagari-san,” he repeated.

“Are you sure, Takamiya-kun?  That seems a bit off, don’t you think?”

Honoka had Ayaka stand up against the bedroom wall once more, remaining perfectly still as he gauged her height a second time.  Sure enough, the top of her head was perfectly level with the pencil mark he made just a moment ago.  And after having the measuring tape laid flush against the wall in a straight line, he ended up coming to the same measurement.

“It’s accurate, Kagari-san,” said Honoka with a hint of trepidation in his voice.  “The only thing I don’t understand is…why so much growth?”

“What do you mean by that?” asked Ayaka.

“I mean…I figured that maybe you were having a bit of a growth spurt, Kagari-san,” Honoka explained.  “I haven’t measured you in quite some time, so I thought that maybe it was just puberty and I never noticed it up until now.  An inch or two would be one thing, but this much of an increase?  It’s…pretty concerning in my opinion.”

“Concerning how?” asked Ayaka once more.  Honoka turned to look up at her with a somewhat incredulous look on his face.

“Isn’t it obvious, Kagari-san?  I mean…if you happen to keep growing like I think you are, then things are bound to become very difficult.  Things like having clothes that fit, walking through doorways, interacting with other people, having enough food to eat, and potential health problems.  I’ve heard that people who have extreme growth tend to have complications with simply moving around and getting enough blood pumping throughout their entire bodies.  Do you feel alright, Kagari-san?  Any pain or stiffness anywhere in your body?”

“Takamiya-kun, I feel perfectly fine right now.  There’s no need to worry about my health.  If something comes up, trust me, you’ll certainly know about it.”

“And the other stuff I brought up,” Honoka reiterated.  “What about that?”

“As for things like food, clothing, and housing, the Kagari Family can provide money if need be to help with that kind of stuff.  I promise that I won’t have your okaa-san working herself to the bone just to make sure I have enough to eat.  I wouldn’t do that to her.  And as for how others react around me…well, I can’t really control how people feel about me if I happen to be having a growth spurt…not unless I use a mind control spell, anyway…”

“Please no mind control spells, Kagari-san,” muttered Honoka.

“That was a joke, Takamiya-kun.  In any case, I wouldn’t worry about this too much, at least not for the time being.  Like you said, it could just be puberty and you didn’t really notice it until now.  If things end up becoming more serious, I’ll bring it up with Okaa-san.  Given how often we end up seeing each other, she’ll take notice sooner rather than later and we’ll end up having a conversation about it.  Anyways, it’s getting late, so you should get ready for bed now.”

“B-but Kagari-san…” said Honoka, not letting up in his concern.

Deciding to take the initiative, Ayaka did something that Honoka wasn’t expecting, but did notice that she was starting to do more and more often with increasing frequency…

She knelt down and kissed him.

A hard, passionate French kiss.

Lasting a solid minute if not longer.

Once the kiss was broken off, Ayaka looked down at Honoka, her hands still firmly placed upon his shoulders as she gazed longingly at him.  For his part, Honoka was at a complete loss for words, his mind not fully registering the kiss he had just experienced.

“K-Kagari-san,” he began slowly, “w-why did you do that?”

“Did I need a reason to, Takamiya-kun?” she replied.

“I…well…I think that…” said Honoka, struggling to put the words together.  “I think doing that sort of thing is something…something you should only do with someone you’re in love with, you know?”  Ayaka simply sighed in exasperation upon hearing this.

“Takamiya-kun,” she began once more.

“Yes?” he said.

A second later, Ayaka swept up Honoka in her arms, wrapping him securely against her frame, making sure to press him as hard against her bosom as possible while not making him uncomfortable, all while assaulting his lips once more with her own.  As powerful and passionate as the last kiss was, this next kiss was even more so by comparison.  Ayaka’s appetite was downright ravenous towards Honoka’s mouth, with the near-seven-foot beauty inhaling deeply through her nostrils and barely breaking contact with Honoka’s lips as she forced her tongue as deep as possible down Honoka’s throat.  Carrying him over to his bed, she simply leaned back and fell atop it, never letting up on her grip over Honoka while she graciously crashed atop the mattress.

During the kissing session, Honoka could barely keep his head together, given the amount of hot-and-heavy passion he was experiencing.  During this latest kissing bout, Ayaka rolled on the bed so that she ended up on top of Honoka, pinning him between herself and his mattress.  While Honoka couldn’t really keep track of the amount of time during this latest makeout session, he figured it could very well have been at least two (if not three) minutes of nonstop kissing.  And during that time, Honoka couldn’t help but engage in the kissing at least a little bit; he was a young, healthy teenager after all, with all of the hormonally-driven, puberty-related ups and downs that came with such a period in one’s life.

Finally coming up for air, a panting Ayaka raised her head up, looking down at Honoka as she gazed intently upon the young man trapped underneath her.  While her face didn’t convey too much emotion, the blush on her cheeks and the shine in her eyes pretty much gave away her emotional state to Honoka.

To be blunt, if Ayaka were a literal animal and not a human/witch, one would discern that she was - at this particular moment - very “in heat,” so to speak.

“Takamiya-kun,” she said through semi-panting breaths, “does that answer how I feel about you?”

Honoka simply stared up at her with wide eyes and a lack for words, so he simply nodded his head slowly in response.  Content that she got her point across, Ayaka leaned in for another kiss, this time a smooch on the lips with no tongue involved.

“Now then, you should get to bed, Takamiya-kun.  We have school tomorrow, after all.”

“But, where are you going to sleep, Kagari-san?”

“In bed with you of course, you silly boy.”

Honoka pauses with wide eyes, feeling a touch of embarrassment mixed with sexual angst.  Given the makeout session he had just been party to, he had a strong feeling that if he and Ayaka slept in the same bed together that things would almost assuredly become very “hot and heavy” in the extremely near future.

“Th-that’s okay, Kagari-san,” began Honoka.  “You can sleep here, and I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs.”

“Takamiya-kun, you’re sleeping in your bed, understand?”

“B-but, you wouldn’t want me crowding up against you while you slept.  My bed’s not that big after all, so it’s best that you just take the bed and I’ll just-”

“Takamiya-kun, you’re sleeping in your bed and that’s final.”  The tone in Ayaka’s voice was firm, but not menacing.

“But Kagari-san,” he began once more…

…only to be silenced by another French kissing session, which soon enough demolished whatever resistance he put up to the notion of sleeping in the same bed.  After another minute of making out, Honoka simply relented.  If there was one thing he had picked up on quickly enough, it was that once Ayaka made up her mind about something, it was very difficult if not impossible to persuade her otherwise.

“O-okay then,” Honoka relented.

So it was during the night that the two of them slept, with Honoka on his side and Ayaka curled against him, her larger frame effectively spooning him, with her head over his head and her feet dangling far past his feet (practically off the bedframe no less!).  As the two slept, Honoka couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of sexual angst at the pressure of Ayaka’s G-cup breasts pressed against his back, her smooth and powerful arms wrapped securely around his torso, her long and luscious legs ensnared over his, and her enchanting aroma invading his nostrils.

In short, it was downright heavenly.

“Goodnight, Takamiya-kun,” whispered Ayaka.

“Goodnight, Kagari-san,” he replied, thankful that he was tired enough for sleep to overtake him, lest he have the energy to desire another makeout session (with the temptation to engage in something even steamier!)

The night came and went, and soon enough the sun began cresting over the horizon, indicating that the new day had begun.  As light peeked in through Honoka’s bedroom window, he began to stir awake slightly.  Looking around his room, Honoka realized quickly that Ayaka was still lounging behind him, her arm secured around his torso.  He couldn’t help but marvel at the swell of her bicep mixed with the smooth and shapely form of the limb draped over his body.  He also felt a twinge of stimulation given how her bosom gently pressed against his back due to her slow breathing, indicating that she most likely was still fast asleep.

As he stared up and down his bed, he couldn’t help but notice that Ayaka’s feet seemed to dangle a bit over the bottom edge of his mattress, once again reminding him of just how big Ayaka’s luscious body was…

…and even an indicator that it was still growing.

Trying his best to get out of bed without waking her, Honoka was quickly held in place as Kagari’s bicep slightly tensed, with her arm tightening around him and pulling him further into her embrace.  He could just make out the slightest of groans from Ayaka right behind him all the while.

“Kagari-san,” he whispered.  “It’s time to get up.”

“Don’t wanna,” she grumbled.

“Come on now, Kagari-san.  We have school today.  We can’t be calling off.”

“We’ll take a sick day,” she replied groggily.

“Now that’s not exactly a mature thing to do, Kagari-san.”

“I’m the school’s Hime-sama, so it’s only natural that I get my way,” she gently grumbled.

“Come on now, Kagari-san.  You’re better than that.  That’s not the kind of thing Tougetsu Academy's Hime-sama would do without having a good reason.”  Honoka could only hope that Ayaka wouldn’t be too stubborn or bull-headed over whether or not they went to school today.

Luck would have it that Ayaka decided not to act too childish over the matter and loosened her grip on Honoka, letting him get out of bed.  With that, he headed to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and brush his teeth.  Upon coming back to his room, he saw that Ayaka had already managed to change out of her pajamas and into her school uniform.  As he gazed at her, he noticed two things.

The first thing he noticed was that Ayaka’s uniform appeared to be rather “form fitting,” even more so than was usually the case.  While she could look stunning in literally anything that she wore, in this case, everything about her clothing made her look even more beautiful, dignified, and sexy than Honoka would notice otherwise.  The way her top hugged her bosom in such a skin-tight fashion, accentuating the swell of her breasts, the way her black leggings clung to her calves and thighs as if they were practically painted on her legs, the way her skirt looked even shorter than before to the point that if she were to bend over slightly there would be the risk of her plump but firm buttcheeks poking out from underneath…all of it made her look even more like a goddess of beauty than she was already.

The other thing he had an inkling about was that Ayaka seemed…well…

…no other way to say it.

Taller.

Bigger.

…

A lot bigger.

“K-Kagari-san?” asked a slightly nervous Honoka.

“Yes, Takamiya-kun?” she replied, her head cocked to the side in genuine confusion/curiosity.

“I know it’s going to sound silly, but could you please stand up against the wall once more for me like yesterday?  I just need to confirm something.”

“Of course, Takamiya-kun,” replied Ayaka rather calmly.

As she made her way to the wall, Honoka couldn’t help but choke momentarily, his breathing seized up as his throat tightened.  When Ayaka came right up to the wall where he pencil mark was, it was noticeably below where the top of her head was by a few inches.  This made Honoka’s heart rate increase as he looked at the sight before him.

‘She’s definitely grown…by several more inches since last night.  The only question is by how much?’  Honoka thought in slight alarm.

“Takamiya-kun, are you okay?” asked Ayaka as she stared down at the young man, who couldn’t help but notice how he had to crane his neck up more than usual in order to maintain eye contact with the large beauty.

“Uhh…y-yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, reaching for the measuring tape.  Once he found something to stand on (that gave him enough height over Ayaka), he carefully made a mark just over her head, being sure to get it accurate the first time around.  Just like the night before, he had Ayaka hold the one end of the tape in place next to the new pencil mark while letting the measuring tape fall to the floor.  Once he got a firm hold of it, Honoka held it firm against the wall, making sure it was in as straight a vertical line as possible.  As he held the tape against the corner between the wall and the floor, Honoka’s eyes widened greatly and he held his breath once more.

“What does it say, Takamiya-kun?” asked Ayaka.

For a moment, Honoka simply couldn’t bring himself to respond, finding the new measurement to be ridiculous, as if he was in some kind of dream state and just waiting to wake up.

“Takamiya-kun,” Ayaka spoke once again, with greater concern in her voice, “what does it say?”

Honoka simply muttered out an inaudible whisper.

“S-s-s…”

“What was that, Takamiya-kun?”

“S-s-seven feet, two inches.”