Sota sighed contentedly, looking at all of the laundry hanging on the clotheslines to dry. He was finally starting to get the hang of his usual housekeeping chores in a world where the volleyball girls were twice as big.
“So, you’re taking Sakura out?” Kaoru asked, leaning against the back door of the dormitory, “You’re spending a lot of time with her lately…” She smirked, “What’s been going on between you? You’re usually not so secretive about what you do with the girls around here, I’ve definitely walked in on you enough times.”
“Anyone else that’s walked in on someone that many times would learn to knock,” Sota muttered.
“Excuse me?” Kaoru asked with a frown.
“Sakura’s just been showing me some interesting manga!” he said defensively. Of course the reality was that she’d been helping him deal with his feelings on finding the world changed to such a degree, but his now fourteen-foot-tall sister didn’t need to know that.
“So what are you going to dress up as?” Kaoru asked.
“What do you mean?” Sota asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re taking Sakura to an anime convention and you don’t have a costume?” Kaoru laughed, “I went with her to the one last year, she made me dress up as one of the girls from Sailor Moon.” His sister tapped her chin a moment, thinking, “She might have one for you already picked out.”
“I guess I’d better go ask her,” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t want to show up to my date underdressed.”
…
Sakura beamed as he entered her room, “Sota! I was just getting our costumes ready, what do you think!” She held up an armored helm, spray painted and polished to look like steel instead of the styrofoam and rubber that it was. She was wearing a black bodysuit already, no doubt intended to be worn underneath whatever elaborate costume she’d prepared. For his part Sota couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her, taking in the way the tight black fabric fit her body like a second skin.
Sota grinned as he recognized the helmet, “Fullmetal Alchemist? All right! I always thought Al’s armor was cool, I’m going to look great in that!”
Sakura blushed, looking down at him, “Uh… well no, you’re not going as Al, I am.”
“Ah, a gender flipped thing?” Sota asked, “I guess that’s kind of cool.”
“It’s not like anyone can tell if I’m a guy or a girl in this thing anyway,” Sakura said, glancing at the helmet, “anyways I wanted us to cosplay some characters from the same series, so I needed to find some with my uh… stature.”
Sota glowered at her, “What do you mean?”
“I was going to go with Mario and Princess Peach, but then I thought maybe a more action oriented series would be better, plus you and Edward from Fullmetal Alchemist have certain…features in common,” Sakura said sheepishly.
“Like being brave, strong, good looking?” Sota asked with a scowl.
“Sure,” Sakura giggled, standing up and looming over him. “Now can you help me get my costume on? This armor isn’t real metal, but it’s still a pain to get all the pieces on just right unless you’ve got someone to help you.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Sota said, glancing at the armor plates on the bed.
“They clasp onto my outfit with Velcro,” Sakura explained, standing up and looming over him, “then some of them connect to each other!”
“Right,” he muttered, grabbing the large chromed shin guard, “I guess we should get started!”
He clasped the first piece on, hearing the soft scratching sound as the velcro adhered to the black bodysuit. The lower parts of the suit went on easily enough, but when he got to the thigh-pieces of Sakura’s costume he started to notice a problem.
Look at her ass, he thought wildly, blinking as the perfectly sculpted cheeks hung just over his head. She could have bent backwards slightly and they’d have rested on his face.
“Sota?” she called, “Is everything okay back there?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly, “Just uh… figuring out this clasp!”
Sakura raised an eyebrow, then giggled as she saw the blushing expression on his face. She slowly rocked back and forth as he worked, leaning back just slightly.
“H-Hold still!” Sota stammered as he tried to get the pieces of fake armor on her. She giggled, shifting slightly and causing him to miss one of the Velcro clasps against the dark fabric of the bodysuit, “Hey, did you- MMF!”
Sakura smirked as she felt her bottom collide with Sota’s face, “Oops!” she said with a smile, “sorry!” Her grin turned to a look of surprise as Sota’s arms reached up, wrapping around her belly and pulling her towards him. “Sota, be careful!” She warned, struggling to keep her balance with the bulky costume feet on, “I’m going to- AH!”
Sota’s world went dark as she tumbled over, her bottom landing on his face and blocking out the light of her bedroom as the full weight of the titanic girl came down on him. Her bottom was well sculpted by years of athletics, shapely, but firm, and it easily held him in place as he squirmed underneath her feebly. The thin fabric of the black bodysuit stretched across her cheeks, so sheer that she might as well have been wearing literally nothing.
It’s not so bad down here, he thought in daze as the pressure squeezed his face, warm at least…
Sakura grunted as she pinned him to the floor, looking at Sota’s flailing feet in front of her as she realized what had happened. With a squeak of surprise, she struggled to get herself up. She quickly whirled around, worried she’d crushed the life out of Sota. She sighed with relief as she saw he was still conscious, then smirked as she saw the massive tent in his pants.
“Well well,” she giggled, raising her foot and teasingly poking his groin with the tip of her toe, “It seems Sota-kun is one of those boys that likes a girl to sit on his face?”
Sota blinked, jolting upright, “I-I just fell!” he insisted.
“That’s pretty dangerous for such a small boy,” she teased, “but if you wanted to, we could do that after the convention… without the bodysuit.”
“Maybe on a soft surface,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. The lingering pain of being sat on by a fourteen foot girl was vanishing quickly at least. “Okay, let’s get the rest of this costume on!” he insisted.
…
Sota was impressed by the quality of the costume Sakura had made for him, and he couldn’t help but grin as her gauntleted hands slowly fixed the blond wig in place.
“This looks great!” he said, clenching and unclenching his own faux-steel glove.
“Thanks!” Sakura’s muffled voice came from inside of the massive armor.
The pair made their way out through the common area, catching Kyouka’s and Julia’s attention as they moved through the common room. The two of them were lounging on the couch, watching what looked like a dreary drama film as they turned to look at their costumed friends.
“A little old for dress up, aren’t you?” Kyouka smirked.
“It’s cosplay!” Sakura replied defensively, “and it’s very cool!”
“You’re not who I would go to for advice on what’s cool,” Kyouka said with a chuckle, “besides, cosplay is just an excuse for girls with big breasts to show them off…” She looked down at her own comparatively flat chest with a sigh.
“Costumes!?” Julia beamed excitedly, “Like with Halloween!?”
“No, it’s nothing like that silly American children’s holiday!” Sakura cried, “It’s a show of dedication to a fandom, and skill with-“
“No Julia,” Kyouka chuckled, “Halloween has candy, so it’s definitely better than cosplaying.”
“Cosplaying is… for growed adults?” Julia asked curiously.
“Yeah,” Kyouka said, rolling her eyes, “It’s for people who are really into manga and anime, you know comics and cartoons?”
“I will go fetching a costume for me!” Julia said excitedly.
“Wait, Julia!” Kyouka scowled. She got up, following the blonde and trying to call her back to the living room as Sakura and Sota watched them go.
“Sota,” Sakura’s muffled voice came softly through the costume, “You don’t think cosplay is lame or anything, do you?”
“No, of course not!” he laughed, “these costumes are great, they’re better than what I’ve seen in some movies, I think people are going to really like them.”
Sakura giggled happily from behind her helm, “Thanks… Come on, let’s go before we miss a panel!”
…
The anime convention was being held at a large hotel conference center in the middle of town. Thankfully it was a fairly short walk from the university campus, and there was even a truck loading entrance that was being operated by the con’s staff for the handful of bigger visitors that had decided to attend.
I wonder if every girl that’s big like that plays a sport, Sota wondered, watching a towering woman and her much smaller male companion enter in front of them. He couldn’t help but smirk as he saw their cosplay choice, Tanjiro and Nezuko from Demon Slayer. Maybe Sakura had a good point with matching cosplay to our heights… Seeing Nezuko so much bigger is a little odd.
The convention itself was well organized, with a large merchants and artist corner that Sakura dragged him through eagerly, squealing in delight at the arrayed merchandise, both official and unofficial, that lined the stands.
“Look at that,” Sakura marveled, staring down through her helmet at an elaborate oil painting of a dozen anime characters from different series eating dinner together.
Sota grimaced, not seeing the appeal, “Seems a little odd to have so many characters in one thing like this, and an oil painting too?” he looked through the rest of the artist’s booth, almost all of the portraits were of ill-conceived anime crossovers, and even one particularly ugly piece featuring Goku and Superman arm-wrestling.
“Sota, it’s got Saitama, Haruhi, Luffy, they’re all there!” Sakura squealed. She went silent as she looked at the small price tag in the corner, “Oh… I guess I don’t need it,” she said softly.
Sota sighed, looking at the painting, “You really like that thing, huh?”
“I’ve just never seen all of my favorites in one place like this before,” Sakura said excitedly.
Sota chuckled to himself, waving the artist over, “Hey, I’d like to buy this one?”
The short and pudgy man working the stall beamed, “Ah, the Last Supper picture, a good choice! You must have fine taste sir!”
Nobody with fine taste would buy this thing, Sota thought to himself, but with a smile he handed the man the bills, taking some solace in how Sakura all but leapt in the air behind him in excitement.
“Y-You bought it!? THANK YOU SOTA!”
“Hey, it’s no big-“ he grunted as she picked him up, hugging him to the breastplate of her costume, causing his legs to swing through the air as she swayed back and forth.
“I’ll get it framed and hung in my room!” she said, slowly setting him down.
“Wow, then I’ll get to look at it every time I see you,” he said weakly, “Great.”
Sakura missed the sarcasm, eagerly taking the bagged up painting from the artist, “Let’s see if there’s anything else over here worth getting!” She grabbed his hand, causing him to stumble as he struggled to keep up with the towering girl.
“Excuse me!” A con photographer called, waving to them, “Could I get a picture?”
“Sure!” Sakura called.
“Okay, now you, the short fellow, get a little closer to your friend!”
Sota scowled angrily, “Who are you calling short!?”
“Damn, that guy’s really good at playing Edward from FMA,” someone said behind them.
He whirled around, “I just don’t like being called short, okay!?” People were filming now, laughing and cheering him on, which just made him huff in frustration, “Oh ha ha, look, if you don’t all stop laughing maybe I’ll give you something to cry about-“
“You’re the best Edward I’ve ever seen,” a woman gushed, walking forward. She leaned over, snapping a quick selfie with him. “You’re acting just like he does in the anime!”
“Acting?” Sota blinked. A low stifled laugh came from the muffled confines of Sakura’s helm. He forced a smile, “Yes, acting like Edward, haha, I sure hate being called short!” The crowd laughed amongst themselves, moving on as the convention photographer finished the picture.
“Is that what I have in common with Edward from Fullmetal Alchemist?” Sota asked sharply, crossing his arms and looking up at Sakura.
“Maybe,” Sakura admitted, the helmet hid her expression, but not the amusement in her voice.
They moved through the rest of the convention, taking in the sights and occasionally posing for photos. While Sakura was too tall by half to really fit the characters they’d chosen, the high quality of their outfits still attracted attention.
Everything was going well, until a man carrying a pair of large soft drinks from the snack bar began walking in their direction. Sota saw the danger early, grimacing as he noticed the pooled red soda on the plastic lids, and the way the man seemed off balance as he nudged his way through the crowd.
“Sakura, we need to be-“
“Look out!” the man cried, bowling over as he tripped on something.
Sota thought fast, moving between the waves of bright red strawberry soda and a stunned Sakura, along with several other cosplayers gathered around them in the tight crowd of the hallway. He grimaced as he held his arms out, taking the full wave of the ice cold soda, flinching as the ice clattered around him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the man stammered, forcing his way back to his feet.
“I-It’s fine,” Sota shivered, “A-Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” the man shouted, “I’ll make this up to you! C-Can you wait right here!?”
“Sure,” Sota muttered, crossing his arms for warmth as he looked down at his ruined outfit.
The man took off, leaving him stunned and soaked, along with several angry cosplayers behind him.
“What an inconsiderate jerk!” someone said, there were mutters of agreement, but it didn’t do Sota any good.
“Oh…” Sakura muttered, looking down at him. She reached up to take her helmet off, looking down at him with a frown, “That’s not good…”
“I’m sorry, I should have just moved out of the way,” Sota sighed, “I think the costume’s ruined…”
“Probably,” Sakura agreed, “but you saved everyone else’s costumes!”
“It’s true!” A girl in a witch hat said eagerly, “you’re a hero!”
He blushed, suddenly not feeling so foolish as the sugary red liquid dripped from his formerly yellow wig, “It’s nothing,” he said sheepishly. “I guess I’ll probably have to go home a little early though.”
Sakura pursed her lisp, then slowly smiled, “What if I just hid you somewhere so you could stay?”
“Hid me?” Sota asked with a frown, “What did you have in mind?”
She grabbed his arm, pulling him towards a bathroom, “Come on!” she said with a hushed giggle.
“Shouldn’t we wait for that guy to come back!?” he protested.
“He’s probably just going to try to give us some money or something,” Sakura said dismissively, “there’s a panel coming up that we won’t want to miss!”
…
Sota gulped as he looked up at the towering form of Sakura. They were in a private stall for bigger girls, the door locked behind them. Sota had been stripped down to his underwear, the only garments of his not soaked through with strawberry soda. Sakura had stripped her armor off to the waist, and was grinning down at him.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sota asked nervously.
“It’s a great idea,” she declared, “the central part of the armor is empty anyways, I’ll just tighten this belt under your arms so you stay close to me, and you should fit in easily, completely hidden!”
“You’re sure I won’t be seen?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sakura shrugged, “I’m pretty sure this happened on Fullmetal Alchemist at least once, why wouldn’t it work in real life?”
“A lot of reasons,” Sota muttered, “but sure, let’s try it and see how it feels.”
Her arms came up under his armpits, lifting him like a doll up to her chest, turning him to face away from her. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as she slowly eased the back of his head against her ample chest, making it a soft pillow as she lowered his legs down into a pair of tight Velcro loops that held the thigh parts of her costume in place.
Is that really going to support my weight? He wondered, but as Sakura cinched a belt around her waist, and his, he realized that he was light enough that she could carry him strapped to her like he was little more than a vest.
“Okay, help me get this armor back on, luckily this part’s easier than the rest!”
Sota’s world darkened as she pulled the massive armored plate over herself, hiding him from view and pressing his head firmly between her soft breasts. He heard the straps clicking together, and soon he was hidden from the world, trapped inside Sakura’s costume. She gathered his things, sliding them into a plastic bag for safekeeping, then lumbered back towards the bathroom door with a mischievous giggle.
“Comfy?” she whispered down to him.
“A little cramped,” he muttered, “but yeah, I’m okay!”
As his head rested against her warm bosom, he couldn’t help but smile, this isn’t so bad at all! The warmth from her body heat was a pleasant sensation after being doused by the ice cold soda, and her soft slow breathing gave the inside of the armor a slightly humid air, a sensuous feeling that mixed well with the thrill of being naked, or nearly so, and hidden in the midst of all the other convention attendees.
He managed to see out through the gaps in the armor, peering down at the passing crowds who seemed oblivious to his presence. Sakura’s lumbering form was clumsy already, and his added weight wasn’t restricting her movements any more than her costume already had, a thought that embarrassed him slightly. Even before the girls had been gigantic they’d manhandled him easily, now…
She’s carrying me around under a costume like I’m an accessory or something, he thought, and it isn’t even tiring her out!
While she was able to heft him up easily enough, she was starting to sweat. At first it was just a slight dampness seeping through the bodysuit, but soon he was feeling droplets roll down from her breasts, streaming across his face and making the air inside the costume oppressively swampy. Sota found himself getting lightheaded, and while fresh air flowed in from the gaps in the armor, it wasn’t enough.
“H-Hey, Sakura,” he panted, “Can you duck away somewhere hidden so that I can get a breather?”
“Sure!” she said, looking for an empty hall. She slowly lumbered down to a part of the convention center that appeared abandoned, readying herself to duck into one of the rooms.
“Sakura!” Julia’s excited voice called.
Sakura spun around to see the towering blond, dressed in tight blue spandex with an “S” across a pair of breasts just barely contained by the scandalous costume. Kyouka was with her, a red look on her face as she followed behind, dressed in her normal clothing.
“Look, it is a job for doing by Supergirl!” Julia declared, taking the iconic pose with her hands on her hips.
“We uh, thought we’d come check out the convention too,” Kyouka muttered.
“I dressed up as comic book character, as said!” Julia beamed.
“I tried to explain to her that it was only Japanese comic book characters,” Kyouka said with a sigh, “Something clearly got lost in translation… Where’s Sota?”
“I will find him with X-Rays eyes,” Julia said, peering around. She giggled and pointed at Sakura, “Is within her!”
Sakura started, “H-How’d you know?”
“His foot’s hanging out,” Kyouka said, grimacing as she pointed to Sota’s leg, which had come loose from the Velcro and was now dangling out of the armor’s chest section.
“Sota!” Sakura cried, quickly stumbling into the empty convention center room. She stripped off the armor, catching Sota in her arms as he fell forward.
“Ugh…” he moaned, blinking.
“Let him get some air!” Kyouka said, rushing to Sakura’s side as she slowly laid him on the floor.
“He must have passed out from the humidity inside the costume,” Sakura muttered, “Sota? Can you hear me?” Sota was about to reply yes, when a pair of lips came down on his, muffling his response. He started struggling under Sakura, but the massive girl held him in place as she attempted to give him mouth to mouth. “Did it work!?” she asked, wide eyed as he sat up, panting.
“I think you’re supposed to give him chest compressions or something,” Kyouka said with a smirk.
“I’m fine!” he almost shouted, scuttling back as the three towering girls surrounded him, smiling down.
“Great, well let’s get him something to wear and then…” Kyouka stopped, looking into the room with a frown, “What is this?”
The room was adorned with a tiny model city in the center, along with a large Godzilla suit against the far wall, a godzilla suit that wouldn't fit any normal person.
The door opened, and the group turned to see a man carrying a pair of sodas inside, struggling to balance them, “Hey, that’s the guy that ruined Sota’s costume!” Sakura called.
The man froze, then turned around with a grin, “Oh, I’ve been looking all over for you two!” He frowned as he saw Sota, in his underwear, with the three girls standing around him. “I uh… presume you’re just changing into a new outfit,” he coughed nervously.
“Sure, that’s it,” Sota said, standing up with a scowl.
“Here, have a free T-Shirt,” the man said, setting the drinks down and moving to a large table arrayed with merchandise. He threw Sota a shirt, and as Sota caught it he read the words on the front.
“Godzilla vs. Gamera?” he read incredulously.
“That’s right,” the man beamed, “I’m promoting the new movie at the con. I was going to have some girls dress up in those suits over there and smash up the city, but I think it’s falling through…” He paused for a moment, “Actually… if you wanted, maybe one of you girls would like to step in?”
“No way,” Kyouka scowled, “Kaiju movies are for little kids, you’ll never catch me dressing up and-“
“I call Godzilla!” Sakura shouted, running for the large rubbery suit.
…
Julia, Sota, and the promoter sat on the sidelines with the tripod camera, watching as Sakura excitedly bounced back and forth on her heels, raising her fists as the Godzilla costume’s tail waved back and forth.
“Come on Gamera, let’s go!” she called.
“I’m not doing this,” Kyouka scowled, her head poking out of the top of Gamera’s classic turtle shell as she crossed her arms.
Sakura lumbered forward, crushing the cardboard buildings and toy cars beneath her feet as she roughly pushed Kyouka with a giggle.
“H-Hey!” Kyouka shouted, stumbling backwards into a plywood office building. Under her bulk it collapsed into matchsticks. “Quit it Sakura!”
Sakura responded with a poor imitation of Godzilla's roar, playfully baring her teeth, “Gamera’s flat chest is no match for mighty Godzilla’s Double D’s of Death!” She playfully slapped her chest, protruding slightly even through the costume.
“Gamera’s what!? ” Kyouka growled, forcing herself to her feet, “Oh that is it!”
The trio of spectators watched as the two girls wrestled, tearing the model town to pieces as they slapped at each other, rolling through the toy sized streets. Julia clapped and giggled, and Sota smirked, watching Kyouka pick up the remains of a cardboard skyscraper, throwing it over her head at Sakura’s back. Sakura squealed playfully, trying to run, but Kyouka leapt forward, grabbing the costume’s tail.
“Say Gamera’s got big tits!” Kyouka howled, “Say it!”
“G-Gamera’s got big tits!” Sakura giggled, turning to throw more of the fake debris into Kyouka’s face.
“Isn’t Gamera boy?” Julia asked with a frown.
“I think so,” Sota laughed, watching the two girls continue their brawl through the fake city.
“Whatever Gamera is, this is some great footage,” the promoter laughed, “everyone is going to be talking about this movie now!” He grinned, “Hey, you kids want some merchandise bags!?”
…
Sakura and Sota laughed together as they stumbled into the dorm, carrying their bags of souvenirs. Sakura was back in her costume, but Sota had changed into a simple pair of shorts, along with the souvenir t-shirt from the promoter. Kyouka and Julia had stopped to grab dinner on the way back, but neither Sota or Sakura were hungry yet, so they’d continued on their own.
“That was the best convention ever,” Sakura sighed, “Thanks for coming.”
“Any time,” Sota said with a grin.
“I really should thank you for such a wonderful time,” Sakura muttered down to him, “If you come help me take this costume off… maybe I could reward you?”
Sota’s eyes lit up, “Yeah!” he practically raced ahead of her, hearing her giggles as they entered her dorm room together.
Sakura pushed the door closed, and before the loud *click* of the lock had filled the air Sota was already on her, prying off the fake armor with a gusto. Sakura joined him, tearing off the top half with a flourish, letting it clatter to the ground behind her as she lifted the helmet off her head, shaking her head and letting a few droplets of sweat fly out as she grinned, adjusting her fogged up glasses.
“So Sota-kun,” she teased, “Did I make a good Godzilla?”
“The best,” he breathed excitedly.
The sleek black bodysuit she’d worn beneath her costume had a fine dampness of sweat to it, and her skin glistened slightly as she reached behind her back, pulling the zipper down and beginning to pull it down over her body. She stood back up, naked and smiling.
“Rawr,” she said, baring her teeth again as she tried to impersonate the king of the monsters for the second time that day.
Sota burst out laughing, and so did she. A moment later he’d been swept up, his feet leaving the ground as she lifted him bodily onto her mattress, slamming him onto it with a *thump.*
Sakura went to her knees, bringing her breasts to head level with Sota as she gently toyed with them, “It must have been torture for you,” she teased, “to be up against these all day, unable to play with them.”
Without waiting for his response she cupped her hand behind his head, guiding his mouth to her nipple, crying out happily as he eagerly sucked at it. She held him there for a few minutes, panting excitedly as his hands came up, fondling the titanic pair of tits as he did his best to toy with the tips in a way that he knew would drive her wild.
Sakura grunted, biting her lower lip as she felt herself quake and shiver all over. She pressed his head firmer into her chest, and Sota felt the pillowy breast pressing around his head, smothering him in the soft flesh while the enormous girl’s moans of pleasure echoed overhead.
He started as he felt her hand between his legs, and as his sucking paused he could hear the slow sound of his zipper coming down. Now it was his turn to gasp as her finger snaked into his shorts, pulling his manhood and guiding it out and to full attention. She released her grip on the back of his head, letting him fall back slightly as she bent over lower, grinning as she took in the towering erection before her.
“I want it,” she growled in a rather naughty tone. Before Sota could respond her hand came up, almost the size of his torso, and pushed hard, bouncing him against the mattress. He wasn’t prepared for her lips to descend on him, curling slowly over his head, then sliding down his shaft as her tongue began to toy with him.
“S-Sakura,” he moaned, writhing as her head bobbed up and down. Every time he tried to sit up her hand shot forward, easily overpowering him and pushing him back down. His eyes crossed, and he tried to contain himself as Sakura tasted literally every inch of him.
It’s too much, he thought, his vision going blurry as he tried to stay focused, how is she so good at this!? He opened his mouth to take a breath, then cried out as his hips bucked feebly into her throat.
Sakura never let up for a second, slurping away each spurt of his seed with a gusto, drinking his cum down faster than it was coming out. Sota wanted to roll away, to writhe across the bed, to do something, but as she finished the most forceful act of fellatio he’d ever experienced, her hands were at his sides, forcefully holding him in place as she completed her work.
“Oh god,” Sota moaned, “I think my ears just popped…”
Sakura giggled, never letting the seal of her lips around his manhood break as she slowly lifted herself back off of him. He shivered and gasped one final time as her puffy pink lips traced up his still sensitive shaft, eliciting one final spasm as they rolled off his head. Sakura looked him in the eye, then swallowed loudly.
“How was that?” she asked obliviously, the sensuous air suddenly disappearing, replaced by a nervousness that he couldn’t have imagined from the girl a minute ago.
“It was great…phenomenal,” he said, stunned. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Doujins,” Sakura giggled.
“Doujins?” Sota replied flatly.
“Some of them are really well done,” Sakura insisted.
“I can’t argue with results,” he panted, laying his head back.
“Just relax,” Sakura said, creaking the springs of the mattress as she hauled her naked body up next to him, “I’ll show you some other things I’ve learned from comics later…”
“I can’t wait,” Sota said, smiling as he tried to decide whether he was excited or terrified.
“Sota!” Kaoru called, “I heard you got back from the anime convention!” there was a thud as she tried to push the locked door open. “Hey!” she called suddenly, “What are you two doing in there?!”
“Thanks for remembering to lock the door,” Sota chuckled, hugging Sakura’s giant form close to him as the pair giggled at Kaoru’s flustered questions outside, with Sakura hugging Sota against her massive form in turn, making sure to bury his head in between her D-cup bosom as the two of them began to nod off and let sleep overtake them.