Sota watched the gigantic girl’s volleyball team take their positions on the court. The opposing team was from a university somewhere in Sapporo, and like the girls he lived with they were towering amazons, the shortest of them couldn’t have been a hair under ten feet tall. He’d snuck a peek at the girl’s basketball team during practice, inexplicably they were all enormous too, and nobody seemed to think it was odd in the slightest.

He’d resigned himself to simply accepting things as they were, and he’d been slowly getting back into the normal routine of caring for the girls. There was twice as much of everything to do now of course, twice as much cooking, twice as much laundry, twice as much…

He smirked as he remembered the passionate night with Ayano, twice as much helping the girls satisfy their “needs.” He felt himself stir as he watched Ayano jump high, her watermelon sized breasts bobbing up eagerly as she spiked the ball back down into the rival court. The spectators around him cheered, and he crossed his legs nervously to hide his excitement. Who’d have thought a bigger dick would be a problem, he thought with a wry grin. Whatever had doubled the girl’s size had doubled the overall size of his “little buddy” too, just in one specific area… A worthwhile trade, all things considered.

The buzzer rang out and the volleyball game ended with victory for the home team. The girls high fived each other as they lined up to shake hands with the other team, the towering form of Ayano in the lead as she panted from exertion, a smile on her face.

“Man, those girls are good,” a man behind him said.

“Not bad looking either,” his friend replied.

“Yeah, too bad they’re… you know,” the first man chuckled.

“No kidding, I’m not man enough to take one of those girls out,” the second man whistled. The two got up to leave, following the rest of the spectators out as the match ended.

Sota just frowned at the two men’s expressions, but didn’t say anything. Even before they’d been fourteen feet tall the girls had often had difficulty getting dates or keeping the interest of other men due to their heights. He’d curiously done a few internet searches on dating for female athletes, most of the sites he found shared the sentiment of the two men who had just left, although there were a few like him who saw the appeal in a bigger girl. It seemed that, while nobody remembered their old heights, the stigma around dating the giant girls had increased with them.

I wonder if the timeline shifted too? He thought to himself, The girls seem to remember me going out with them, along with other things we did together… Did I take Ayano out in this universe too? Probably, he decided. He steepled his fingers in thought. He’d harbored a crush on her for years, ever since seeing her at one of his sister’s high school volleyball events, but while she’d gone out with him once, and even jumped in bed with him right afterwards, the towering busty beauty had been adamant that she just wanted to be friends… with benefits of course.

The girls were done with the usual post-game rituals, and were walking towards the exit. He stood up and walked down the steps of the bleachers to join them, smirking as they stooped low to be able to fit under the doorway. Seeing how the massive girls dealt with a world that had become too small for them was always a little amusing, especially after all the teasing he’d received from them about his own five foot height.

“Good hustle girls,” he said, smiling and giving them a thumb’s up.

“They were an easy win,” Kaoru said dismissively, “their school isn’t ranked very high.”

“Still, we’re definitely improving as a team,” Sakura said, reaching down to ruffle Sota’s hair, “And it’s all thanks to our little coach!”

“I am not-“ he started, but he stopped, sighing as he looked up at the fourteen foot tall volleyball players. I was already short compared to them, now nearly everyone is.

The girls filed into the locker room, chatting idly amongst themselves. He glanced at Ayano again, taking in her voluptuous frame as she disappeared inside to shower and change.

I’m going to give it another shot, he decided. A real date, not just fun in the bedroom! He smiled, who knows? Maybe a bigger Ayano will be more open to a long term relationship!

The girls filed out of the locker room after a few minutes, and Sota saw his chance as Ayano was hanging back behind the others, checking a message on her phone as she slowly followed them.

“Uh, hey, Ayano?” he started.

“Hmm?” She glanced down at him, sliding her phone into the pocket of her shorts with a polite smile.

“I was thinking,” he started nervously, “would you like to go out with me this Friday? Dinner and a movie maybe?”

Ayano tilted her head curiously, but smiled, “Sure, that sounds like a good time! Can we go see that spy movie that came out last month? The lead actor is just the dreamiest…” she blushed and giggled.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect!” Sota said with a grin. Maybe I’ll have a chance with Ayano in this world after all!?

…

“You’re going out with Ayano again?” Kaoru asked, crossing her arms and leaning against his doorframe.

He scowled up at her, “Yes, and it’s none of your business!” he glanced through his shirts, trying to pick one to wear.

“Who my brother dates is absolutely my business!” Kaoru said angrily, “besides, didn’t she already make it clear how she sees you?”

“Yeah, like a little brother,” he grumbled, “With ah… benefits.”

“Interesting way to phrase that,” Kaoru muttered under her breath.

“What!?”

“Nothing!” she said with a sweet smile, “you have fun on your date Shorta!”

Normally he’d have tried to tackle her over the remark, but he’d never had much success in his old life, and now with her twice as tall the notion seemed a lot more daunting. It would be like a chihuahua trying to tackle a great dane.  He just glared at her as she giggled, waving playfully as she walked away.

What is with her? It’s like she gets jealous any time I try to get close to anyone else, He shook his head, pushing the matter out of his mind as he looked over his shirts, finally picking the perfect one.

…

“Hmm… dressed to impress!” Sakura said as Sota entered her bedroom. She smiled, adjusting her glasses as she took in Sota’s evening attire. “Oh I love this tie!” she giggled, reaching down to touch it.

“H-Hey!” he stammered, pulling away, “It took me like twenty minutes to get it tied properly! Kyoka said that you wanted to see me about something?”

“Hmm… did you know how to tie a tie in your old universe?” she asked curiously.

“My old-“ his eyes went wide as he saw she had a pencil and a notepad in hand, “Hey! All that stuff I talked about with you was strictly hypothetical! Like out of a book I’m reading!”

Sakura just giggled, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered!” She jotted down something, but when he tried to see what it was she just pulled the notepad away. “I just think it’s good for you to have someone you can talk to, about all the differences, or at least what you think are the differences.”

“What I think are the differences!? Do you believe me or not?” he asked.

Sakura just shrugged, “Well I believe you think we were all only around six or seven feet tall, that’s the only change, right?”

“Yeah,” Sota sighed, “It’s really weird.”

“I know,” Sakura mused, “How would a girl play volleyball at only six feet tall? She wouldn’t even be able to jump as high as the net!”

“The nets were shorter too,” Sota said tersely.

“Wow, how boring,” Sakura commented. “Anyways, I think it’s good to talk about weird thoughts you have, without people thinking you’re crazy I mean… even if maybe you are a little.”

He chuckled, “Thanks Sakura… anyways I’ve been taking your advice about just trying to live with it. I don’t think there are many changes…” He chewed his lip, “I went out with Ayano, back when I first started working as the dorm manager, right?”

“Oh yes,” Sakura laughed, “she said you were more like-“

“A little brother,” he finished with a frown, “yes, I remember… I was just double checking.”

A sudden quirky smile came over Sakura’s face as she realized something, “I’ll bet the short Ayano really liked you, a nympho like her could never resist what you’ve got in your shorts!”

Sota blushed, “T-That was also shorter,” he stammered.

Sakura raised an eyebrow, “Fascinating,” she muttered as she scribbled her notes. “I don’t really know anything about psychology except for what I’ve seen in movies, but if you are having a psycho episode or something that’s probably important, penises always mean something in psychology!”

“I’m not having an episode!” he insisted.

Sakura tapped the pencil on her lips, “I wish I’d read more science and less science fiction…” she murmured, “if you’re not crazy, and you probably aren’t, then there’s got to be some multiverse explanation for all of this stuff, like in those American superhero movies!”

“I’ll leave that one to Doctor Strange,” Sota said dismissively, “I’m going to take Ayano out tonight, and maybe I’ll finally get her to see me as more than the kid that showed up to cheer for her at matches back in school.”

Sakura shrugged, “I guess you have taken on a lot of responsibility around here, good luck!”

“Thanks!” he said with a smile, heading out the door.

Sakura flopped on her bed, thinking over the notes she’d taken, “I wonder if there’s a universe where we’re all apes,” she wondered to herself. “That version of Sota probably gets us bananas every morning…”

…

Sota had to hold his hand up to grasp Ayano’s, and he felt almost like a small child as her massive fingers wrapped around his, pulling slightly as the nearly fourteen foot tall volleyball player led him through the city streets.

“Oh, look, a buffet!” Ayano said excitedly, pointing to a new seafood restaurant. “It says all you can eat!”

I was thinking of someplace classier, he thought to himself as Ayano dragged him towards the restaurant, but then again… He gulped as he looked up at her towering form. He’d struggled to prepare enough food for the girls, and the grocery bill had gone from high to downright alarming, without the university stipend they’d have eaten themselves out of house and home long ago.

“All you can eat,” Sota said with a smile, “why not? I’ll pay!”

…

“N-No,” the restaurant owner stammered, looking up at the girl who was crouched in the waiting area.

“What do you mean no?” Sota asked with a frown, “my date wants all you can eat seafood!”

“Sir,” the restaurant owner said in a hushed voice, “ Please, these volleyball girls, they’re bottomless!”

“It’s okay Sota,” Ayano sighed, “We can just go somewhere else.”

“No!” Sota declared angrily, puffing his chest out as he looked up at the restaurant owner, a defiant glint in his eye, “There’s nothing on the sign that says volleyball players can’t eat here, now I demand you give us a table!”

The owner gave a defeated sigh, then forced a smile, “Right this way!”

Ayano giggled as she stooped low, barely able to make her way through the restaurant. In the corner several waiters pushed chairs and tables out of the way, clearing a space for her to sit, instead of a chair in her size two of them dragged a massive cushion from somewhere, letting her sit at the table with Sota, though even without a chair she loomed over him.

“Thanks Sota,” she sighed, “It’s so nice having a guy who’s not scared to be seen with one of us.”

“Hey, don’t worry about a thing when I’m around,” he said with a wide grin. It’s already working! She’s starting to see what I can do for her!

The pair started piling their plates high, laughing and joking with each other as they tried the various dishes. The owner looked on from the corner miserably as Ayano got up, walked in her bent over fashion to the buffet, and delicately used the utensils to pile her plate high again and again.

“Hmm… you know they say oysters are an aphrodisiac?” Ayano giggled, slurping one of the shellfish into her mouth. She dropped it to her plate, where it clattered next to the other spent shells.

“That’s probably just one of those silly internet rumors,” Sota laughed, “Like Spanish fly!”

Ayano’s eyes went wide, “D-Do you have some Spanish fly?”

“Ah, no,” Sota laughed nervously. “S-Say, how many oysters have you had?”

“I’m just going to have one more plate,” she said, standing up again.

Oysters aren’t a real aphrodisiac, he insisted to himself, gulping nervously as he watched her fill her plate again. It’s just a silly superstition! As he watched Ayano slurp down each oyster, the shells clattered ominously on the plate.

…

Sota grunted as he tried to balance the massive popcorn bucket and drink he’d bought as he moved through the theater. Ayano’s massive size meant they had no choice but to sit in the back of the theater, although he was happy to see that there was at least a massive seat in her size.

“Here you go,” he said, “snacks are on me!” he handed up the extra large popcorn and soda, and she took them with a grin, instantly making them look comically small in her hands as she rested them on the armrest of her chair.

“Oh Sota, you take such good care of us all,” Ayano giggled.

“That’s my job,” he laughed as the lights started to dim in the theater. He glanced down at the other seats. They were mostly empty, and as the shadows fell over them and made it hard to see he could swear at least one other couple was kissing a few rows in front of them.

“Oh, they’ve got the right idea,” Ayano said with a smirk.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Sota said in a hushed tone as the first preview played, “it seems kind of risky-“

He was cut off as Ayano leaned over, sliding her hands under his arms and scooping him easily up and out of his seat. He gulped as he was placed on her lap, the smooth warmth of her thighs radiating up from below him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ayano playfully pushed a piece of warm buttery popcorn into his mouth, silencing him as her hands began to wander his body.

Damn oysters, Sota thought with a shiver as her massive hand squeezed his thigh. Her hand drifted further in, the tip of her finger tracing along his hardening manhood.

“Oh, there he is!” Ayano moaned excitedly.

Sota watched as the lead actor began the action filled opening sequence of the movie. He was a square jawed man with an English accent, and as the ongoing battle against legions of henchmen caused his shirt to be torn away, his chiseled chest and abs were exposed.

“Oh wow,” Ayano groaned, “h-he’s so amazing…”

Sota gulped as Ayano’s hand slid between his legs, “Y-Yeah, he’s something!” Sota squeaked.

Ayano gasped as a wave of lust came over her as the actor threw his shirt away, going bare chested as he fought the next wave of evildoers. Her hand gripped him through his pants, sliding up and down his shaft and causing him to squirm. Her titanic breasts drooped over his head, blocking his view as she leaned forward eagerly.

“Ayano!” he hissed, “b-be careful!”

“Oh!” she giggled, lifting her hand quickly as if she’d been burned, “Sorry! T-This movie is just getting me so worked up!” She leaned back, letting him see again as the warm breasts pulled back.

I’m never taking a girl to get oysters ever again, he vowed, his face red as he felt the massive hard-on stretching almost painfully against the fabric of his pants.

“I-It’s okay,” he said, breathing out slowly to try to calm himself down. “Let’s just enjoy the movie!”

“I wonder if there are going to be any other sexy parts,” Ayano giggled, hugging him tight enough to force a grunt.

This is supposed to be an action movie, he thought wildly, there probably won’t be any other parts that get her going like that…

…

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Sota whispered under his breath as the muscular spy was stripped of his shirt and pants, then forced into a pair of shackles against the wall.

“Unf,” Ayano grunted, biting her lip as she took in the movie screen with wide eyes.

“And now Mr. Frond, you vill talk!” the movie’s villain, an attractive woman in tight leather, declared arrogantly.

“Oh yeah he’s going to talk,” Ayano moaned. Her hands were in Sota’s lap again, and he gasped in time with the spy on the screen as the first crack of the villain’s whip met his chest.

“A-Ayano!” he moaned.

“Tell me your secrets, Jack Frond!” Ayano muttered, rolling her hips against Sota’s bottom as she tried to grind herself off. Her hands were sliding up and down his manhood again, and he squirmed as though it was him being tortured, rather than the movie character on the screen before him.

“Do you expect me to talk?” the spy shouted defiantly.

“No, I expect you to cum!” Ayano giggled, talking to the screen as if she’d forgotten Sota was there.

How long is this torture scene!? Sota wondered as he gritted his teeth. He clenched his legs together, struggling in the grip of the giant volleyball player as she absentmindedly brought him closer to orgasm.

“I-I’ll never surrender,” the spy said, painting as a sheen of sweat lit up his chiseled body.

“Oh Sota, I’d break him!” Ayano groaned to herself, “he’d say my name!”

“A-Ayano!” Sota panicked, feeling the warmth rising between his legs as the motion of her hand increased furiously.

“Say it for me again agent Sota!” she replied, squeezing her eyes shut as her powerful hand gave a final quick burst of movement.

“Ayano!” Sota almost shouted, his head jerking back against the giant girl’s torso as he came through his pants. An explosion rocked the screen as the spy enacted his escape plan, the pyro techniques and blaring action music providing the perfect cover for the noises that were escaping Sota as he sprayed his seed across the inside of his underwear.

Ayano’s eyes shot open as she felt a warm wetness against her hand, “Oh, whoops,” she whispered, blushing. “S-Sorry, I got a little too into the movie.”

“I-It’s fine,” Sota whispered, collapsing against her.

“You can’t stop me, agent Frond!” the villainess on the screen shouted, “my plan is inevitable!”

Ayano frowned, “Sota, what was her plan again? I wasn’t paying much attention.”

He looked down at the wet spot on the front of his pants, and chuckled, “I wasn’t either.”

…

When the movie was over he and Ayano had left through the theater’s back exit, sparing him the embarrassment of walking through the theater with a stain on his pants. The streets were mostly deserted too, and Sota sighed with relief as the pair finally made it back to the Girl’s Volleyball dorm.

“I’m really sorry Sota,” Ayano said, peeking into the common area to see if any other girls were using it. When she saw the coast was clear she pulled him by the arm, dragging him into her room. The door slammed behind them, and she snapped the lock shut, giggling as she lifted him onto the bed. “Let’s get you out of those pants,” she murmured.

“I’ve got some clean clothes back in my room,” he said uncertainly.

“Hmm?” Ayano looked up at him, then blinked, “Oh, right, you’ll probably want a change of pants later.” With that she pulled them down, taking his underwear with them and leaving him naked from the waist down. Sota’s manhood sprung up, and Ayano’s eyes widened, “hard again already! You’re the best Sota-kun!”

“I aim to please!” he said with a weak grin.

“How long can it stay hard, I wonder?” Ayano teased. She hooked her hands under her shirt, lifting up and letting him get a look at the way her bra cradled the pillowy soft flesh of her breasts, jiggling from the motion of her body as he stared down in wonder. Each one was easily bigger than his head, and Ayano seemed to drink in his enthusiasm as she unhooked her bra with a lustful sigh. The garment fell to the floor, letting him see the perky nipples, erect and ready for his hands as they reached down, sliding over them and delicately tweaking the points.

“Like that!” Ayano gasped, arching her back.

He grinned, doubling his efforts and causing her breathing to pick up. Suddenly she lifted her arm, forcing his hands away. Next her hands pushed to the sides of her breasts, bringing them against his manhood and swallowing it up between them. She slid up and down along his length, turning him to jelly and scattering his thoughts as the velvety soft skin of her cleavage cradled him and sent waves of pleasure along his body.

“That feels good,” he managed, clenching his fists as she continued.

“You’re a boob man, aren’t you Sota?” she laughed, pressing tighter and eliciting a groan as the biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen drove him closer to the brink. Each up and down motion milked his erection, the warmth growing almost hot as he fought to last as long as he could, bathing in the electric sensation.

“Y-Yeah, I’m a boob man,” he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Come on them!” Ayano ordered, sliding her breasts down his manhood one final time, causing him to jerk in surprise as he began spraying his seed across her chest. She chuckled, blushing with arousal as she kept going, forcing each spurt out of him in regular time until finally he was spent, collapsing backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat and panting as though he’d just run a marathon.

They’re just too big for me to handle, he thought in a daze, looking at the twin orbs that still glistened with his white cum, I can’t last against a pair of breasts like that!

“Already getting hard again!” Ayano said with an approving smile. The bedsprings creaked as she climbed on top of him, letting the tremendous tits hang over his face like a pair of pendulums as the towering volleyball star watched him return to full mast. She didn’t have to wait long, and soon she was positioning herself over him, and he grunted as she bore down, sliding herself over his shaft and enveloping him completely.

Sota was already weak from the furious titjob he’d just received, and as Ayano began to ride him furiously he found himself losing focus entirely, staring at her bouncing tits as wave after wave of fiery pleasure radiated through him. He wasn’t sure when he grabbed her hips, only that he was gripping them for dear life as they rocked against his own, driving him into the mattress and squeaking the springs with each thrust.

“Touch them again Sota!” Ayano moaned, grabbing his hands and forcibly dragging them up to her chest. He could just barely reach her breasts, and he cupped the bottoms of them as Ayano gasped loudly. She seemed to shiver, and with a loud and lingering grunt she came. He tensed as his own climax joined hers, though even at the height of his pleasure he was drained, content to lay back on the bed and let his Amazonian lover continue to grind against him as she finished them both off with a blissful expression on her face.

When the last traces of her orgasm had faded, Ayano slid herself off of him, collapsing next to him on the bed in a way that rocked him up and down with the springs.

“Thanks for that Sota,” she said dreamily, “you’re always so good in bed!”

“Thanks,” he said, blushing. The boost to his ego was giving him a bit of courage as well, and in spite of his fatigue he forced himself to sit up, clearing his throat. “I uh, was wondering Ayano, since we had such a good time together, have you maybe thought about seeing us as more than just friends?”

Ayano smiled, hugging him close, “Oh Sota, I used to think of you as this cute boy who would show up to all of our volleyball matches, but watching how you’ve taken charge of the dorm and the volleyball team I can see that you’ve really grown into a different person!”

His eyes lit up, “Yeah! So you’re finally ready to start a real relationship with me?”

Ayano bit her lip, “Well… no, I just think that with all of your responsibilities being our coach, our dorm manager, and doing all the other stuff you do with all the girls, it wouldn’t be fair for me to distract you right now! And I wouldn’t want to have a relationship mess up our team dynamics when we’re working so well, I’m sure you understand.”

Well, so much for trying again, he thought with a sigh, “Yeah, I get it.”

She giggled and hugged him close, “Can we still be friends?”

“Of course,” he said with a smile.

“With benefits?” she added.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Yeah Ayano, we’ll just keep the status quo.”

…

“She turned you down again huh?” Kaoru chuckled, glancing over the couch as he walked slowly back to his own room.

“How’d you know?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just figured,” his sister replied with a shrug, “Ayano definitely likes you, but she doesn’t really want a regular boyfriend I don’t think.”

“I guess I’m back to square one,” Sota muttered, walking to the fridge and opening it. He frowned as he looked up at the towering shelves, then with a resigned sigh he went to get the stepstool he’d been using to navigate the kitchen.

…

“So Ayano isn’t any different in this universe,” Sakura muttered, tapping the eraser of her pencil against her lip. A moment later she scrawled another note, “I thought as much…”

“I guess it was kind of silly to think she’d be any different just because she’s bigger, ” Sota sighed.

He was laying on Sakura’s bed, and it felt oddly like a therapist’s office as she loomed over him, writing notes on his experiences in the two “universes.” Sota wasn’t sure how seriously she was taking him, Sakura was always an oddball at the best of times, but even if she was teasing him somehow, it felt good to talk to someone about things.

“Can I ask a question?” Sakura asked suddenly, “About the other timeline, where we were all smaller. ”

“Sure,” Sota said with a smile. “I’ll warn you though, you girls were always pretty big to me.”

“Did boys find me… cute in that world?” she asked hesitantly. “Did I go on a lot of dates? Were guys interested in me? Or was I still the tall weirdo?”

Sota sat up, chewing his lip as he tried to think of what to tell her, “Well ah,” he began, “Ayano is pretty much the same, personality wise, and her history seems mostly the same too,” he said slowly, “I think it’s like that for all of you girls.”

“So the answer is no, boys didn’t find me cute,” Sakura said with a sad smile.

“Sorry,” Sota muttered, “If it matters, I think you’re cute, even when you’re…” he looked up at her, “Well, you know.”

She smirked and adjusted her glasses, trying to keep her cool as a blush flowed into her cheeks. She was silent a moment, as if fighting a giggle, then finally a goofy grin broke out across her face.

“SHORTA!” she called, leaping at him. His eyes went wide in surprise as the towering girl tumbled into him, hugging him close and giving him a playful noogie as he struggled in her grip. “You’re making me silly!” she laughed, wrestling him down.

“H-Hey, let me go!” he protested, squirming in her grip and trying to force her arms up.

“I’ll let you go if you promise to take me out on a date next!” she beamed.

“Deal!” Sota called, laughing quite loudly as she began tickling him mercilessly, “Stop that, seriously!”

“Never!” she teased, increasing her efforts.

Sota managed to wiggle out of her grip, grunting as he made the long drop off her gigantic bed and sprinted towards the door. He bolted out into the hallway, grunting as he slammed into Sanae, who was carrying a plate of snacks back to her own room.

“Oh, sorry Sota!” she called down with a cheery wave.

“No problem,” he grunted, stumbling back. Before he’d woken up to double sized girls, Sanae had been the only member of the volleyball team he’d been able to look in the eye. Now even running into the team’s little Libero was like slamming into a tree, knocking the wind out of him and stunning him for a moment.

“You didn’t get very far,” Sakura giggled from behind him.

“Nope,” Sota agreed, forcing himself back to his feet, “I’m still getting used to you girls being…”

“Being what?” Sanae asked curiously.

“Nothing,” Sota waved dismissively. He turned back to Sakura, “So, where do you want me to take you?”

“That’s not the girl’s job to figure out!” Kaoru called from the kitchen, “Surprise her with something good, Sota!”

“Yeah,” Sakura agreed, adjusting her glasses, “surprise me!”

They might be twice as big, Sota thought with a wry grin, but none of these girls have changed much at all…