It was a quiet day in the volleyball dorm. Most of the girls were either out on their own errands or at club meetings. Julia had disappeared on another one of her long bike rides. The only other person besides Sota in the dorm was the team’s captain, Sanae.

It’s wild to think she used to be the only member of the volleyball team that was my height, he thought, watching her head to the kitchen to get a snack. Due to her short stature Sanae had served as the team’s Libero, a back row defensive player relying heavily on technique over reach or power. Even now, in this strange world where women’s athletes were towering amazons, Sanae was shorter than the rest, a “mere” twelve feet tall or thereabouts.

“So what are we doing today?” Sanae asked, pulling a single-serve ice cream out. The wrapper crinkled as she unwrapped it, taking a bite with a smile as she walked over to him.

“Who says we’re doing anything?” Sota smirked.

Sanae scowled, “You take all the other girls out on special dates, I think as team captain I’m entitled to one, don’t you think?”

“I uh…” Sota tried to think of a response, but Sanae was already in front of him, blocking his view of the television as she wiggled her bottom in front of his face suggestively. He gulped, taking it in, “S-Sanae, we could always-“

“If you don’t want to take me out, I’ll just have a seat here with you and watch some television!” she teased.

She sat down onto his lap, causing him to grunt as the weight of a twelve foot volleyball player pressed him into the couch. He struggled underneath her, but she just giggled, wiggling her bottom against his groin in a suggestive manner.

“Y-You’re crushing me!” he wheezed.

“Hey! Are you calling me fat!?” she squeaked. “I-Is that why you don’t want to go on a date with me!?”

“Are you serious?” he hissed. “Just get up! We’ll go out right now!”

“Do you mean it?” Sanae sniffed.

“Yes!” he grunted.

“Oh that sounds like so much fun!” Sanae laughed, standing up and letting him catch his breath. She looked down, grinning as she saw the massive tent in his pants that had sprung up as she’d left the couch.

Sota looked down at it, then up at her sheepishly, “I told you I liked you!”

“Oh, another thing,” Sanae said quickly, “I wanted to stop by the hospital and see my dad, would that be okay?”

“Sure,” Sota nodded, “I really should update him on how the team’s been doing anyways.”

“Great, I’ll get my sweater!” Sanae beamed.

…

Mr. Yamada, Sanae’s father, had been the original girl’s volleyball coach. A recurring auto-immune issue had hospitalized him for the duration of the semester, and he’d entrusted his old job to Sota in the hopes that he would be able to take care of the team in his stead.

“Father!” Sanae said excitedly, ducking under the door as she entered.

“There’s my little girl!” Mr. Yamada smiled, grunting as Sanae leaned down to hug him. He grinned as he barely managed to see Sota over his massive daughter’s shoulder, “And there’s Sota! Come in!”

“Mr. Yamada,” he said respectfully, bowing slightly before he sat down in a chair across from the coach’s bed.

“So, how is my team?” Mr. Yamada asked with a smile.

“We’re doing good,” Sota said with a smile, “We’ve been winning more than we’re losing, and Suzuna, Nazuna, and Ruri are coming back from their study abroad next week, so we’ll be able to rotate the rest of our roster out during matches again. I think it’ll take some pressure off our front line players.”

“Good,” Mr. Yamada nodded, “Sanae, what about physical conditioning?”

“Everyone’s in good shape,” she said eagerly, “Sota cooks us healthy meals all week, and we’ve been avoiding excess desserts!”

“That’s for the best,” Mr. Yamada laughed, “we wouldn’t want another incident like last semester.”

Sanae blushed, recalling the weight she’d gained after several months of stress eating. Sota had still found her attractive even then, but losing the excess weight had been a struggle for the team’s captain, one she wasn’t eager to repeat.

“Then again, you did have a lot of power to your hits when you had a little more heft,” Mr. Yamada mused.

“I’m just as strong as ever!” Sanae pouted.

The three of them spent a few more minutes going over aspects of the team’s finances, season prospects, and a few quick personal updates on all of the girls. Finally Mr. Yamada coughed.

“Sanae,” he said, “would you do me a favor? Go down to the cafeteria and get some sodas for all of us!” He reached for his wallet on the bedside table, handing it to her.

“Sure,” Sanae said with a smile, taking it and heading for the door. Mr. Yamada and Sota watched as she ducked under it, heading down the hallway.

“Isn’t it strange, seeing her so tall?” Mr. Yamada mused.

Sota’s eyes went wide, “Wait, you remember them being normal sized!?”

Mr. Yamada nodded, “Yes, the nurses had to sedate me the first time Sanae came to visit… It’s quite a shock to see your daughter go from five feet to twelve. I thought the medicine they’ve been giving me was causing hallucinations.”

“T-This is great, I’ve finally got proof I’m not crazy!” Sota exclaimed.

“Or you’ve just found another crazy person, darling,” Mr. Yamada chuckled.

“Oh come on,” Sota protested, “there’s no way we’d both have the exact same delusion.”

“People share delusions all the time,” Mr. Yamada said dismissively, “Cults, sports teams, political parties…I’m not saying we definitely are crazy, but we don’t have any more proof together than we did on our own.”

“Have you noticed anything else different?” Sota asked in a conspiratorial tone. “Obviously the girls are bigger, but there were a few other changes, Kyouka’s bust size is a little bigger now.”

“There is one thing,” Mr. Yamada admitted, “it’s-“

“Who’s ready for lunch?” a man’s voice called.

Sota turned to see two male nurses wheeling in a tray to Mr. Yamada, who smiled, “Ah, my two favorite boys!”

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, Sota thought, fighting a sigh.

The two male nurses looked like male models, with perfectly chiseled bodies and uniforms that hugged their bodies far tighter than what Sota would have thought was appropriate, and shorts that ended well above the knees. One rubbed Mr. Yamada’s shoulders as he sighed happily, and the other set his hospital tray in front of him.

“Dr. Rex Steel will be in to see you later,” one of the nurses said with a wink.

“Is that the American doctor?” Mr. Yamada asked with a smirk.

The two nurses chuckled to themselves as they left, leaving Sota to glare at Mr. Yamada.

“So, I’m guessing your nurses weren’t always like that?” Sota deadpanned.

“Oh my no,” Mr. Yamada chuckled, “but ever since this… change, I have had nothing but male orderlies and medical staff tending to me, and they’re all gorgeous!”

“Right,” Sota muttered, “can you think of anything you did differently? I’ve already tried everything I could think of, I even visited a medium.”

“No,” Mr. Yamada said with a shrug and a smile, “If one of us set this off it’s probably you. ”

“Me!?” Sota exclaimed.

“If you think about it, I’ve been in the hospital this whole time, I haven’t had a chance to do anything,” Mr. Yamada said, “besides, you’re the one getting all the big changes.”

“I guess,” Sota sighed, “I just wish I could figure this out. It’s mind-boggling to say the least…”

“In the meantime the girls are all the same people,” Mr. Yamada reminded him, “Sanae’s been feeling… self-conscious.”

“I don’t know why,” Sota muttered, “she’s as cute as she ever was.”

“Then tell her that,” Mr. Yamada said sternly, “I know you’re a man of many tastes, Sota, I certainly am myself…”

As if on cue a female nurse walked by his door, equally as sculpted and alluring as the men. She paused, shooting a wink at Mr. Yamada before continuing on her route.

“Many tastes,” Sota chuckled, “right.”

Mr. Yamada rolled his eyes, “A person can like sushi and ramen, Sota. My point is that Sanae sees you fawning over girls that are taller than her, bustier than her. She’s going to feel worried she’s not your type. Try to reassure her, okay?”

“Got it,” he nodded.

“I got some sodas!” Sanae said cheerfully, ducking under the door and walking back into the room.

“Now, tell me how school is going,” Mr. Yamada said, smiling and changing the subject as his daughter handed him one of the drinks.

…

The pair left the hospital a little later into the afternoon, when the sun was dipping below the buildings of the city slightly.

“My father seems like he’s recovering well,” Sanae said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, the nurse told me they expect him ready to go home sometime later this year,” Sota said.

“Are you going to stay?” Sanae asked quietly, “When he’s back, I mean?”

Sota frowned, “What kind of question is that? Of course I’ll stay! Obviously your dad will take over the coaching again, but I’ll still manage the dorm, who knows? Maybe the university will give me an assistant coach title or something.”

Sanae sighed with relief, “I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a small smile, “I know you didn’t want this job originally, that your sister made you do it, then we kind of drafted you into being our coach, but I’ve really enjoyed all the time we’ve spent together! I can’t imagine playing on the team without you now!”

“Thanks Sanae,” Sota said, touched, “So, we still had a date to go on, didn’t we?”

…

Sanae gulped nervously as she looked at the sign on the buffet, “A-All you can eat?”

“Oh yeah,” Sota said with a grin, “I’ve been here before!”

Sanae ducked under the door frame, and Sota couldn’t help but smirk as the owner paled, seeing him come in.

“Oh no,” the man shuddered, “you’re that kid who keeps bringing the big girls!”

“That’s right,” Sota said triumphantly, “two plates please!”

The man sighed in defeat as he handed them their dishes, waving them towards the seafood buffet as the fresh courses began to come out for the dinner guests. Sanae piled her plate high, taking fried crab, sushi, rice, and other dishes. As when he’d come here before, the waiters prepared a table for him with a large cushion on one side for his oversized date.

“I really shouldn’t be eating like this,” Sanae said nervously, looking down at the plate of food.

“One day of heavy eating is probably fine,” Sota said dismissively.

“N-No, I really don’t want to balloon up again!” She said meekly, “I remember how you used to look at me…”

Sota raised an eyebrow, “Sanae, you were still cute even when you were a little heavier!”

“I was not!” she pouted.

“You were!” Sota insisted, “There were parts about that I liked even?”

Sanae giggled, “You’re just saying that!”

“No, it’s true!” Sota said with a smirk, “you really filled out in some nice places!”

“Like where?” Sanae asked.

“You definitely got bustier,” Sota said, “but… you had a really nice ass!”

“Sota!” Sanae said, covering her mouth in shock, stifling a giggle as she looked around to see if anyone had heard him.

“It’s true,” Sota grinned, enjoying her blush, “I’m usually a boob guy, but you really made me question it, the size, the shape…it was the best one on the team.”

“Better than Ayano’s?” Sanae asked slyly.

Sota nodded, “Definitely!”

“Better than Kaoru-“

“Yes,” Sota scowled, cutting her off before she could finish the question. These girls ask me the strangest stuff about my sister, he thought irritably.

“In that case, maybe it wouldn’t hurt me to gain a few pounds,” Sanae giggled, reaching for her chopsticks.

She really did have a nice bottom back when she was heavier, Sota remembered fondly. Feeling her plant it on my face was always so-

“Mmmm…” Sanae moaned, “it’s so nice to eat without counting all the calories for a change!”

Sota raised an eyebrow as he saw how quickly the girl emptied her plate, “Uh, be careful, you don’t want to get an upset…”

He trailed off as he realized Sanae was changing before his eyes. He watched, stunned, as her hips pushed outwards, her breasts jiggling as they pressed tighter against her shirt. Her stomach went from toned, to slightly soft. Sanae pushed the now empty plate away, getting up to return to the buffet line, giving Sota a view of the largest, roundest ass he’d ever seen as she walked away…a full-blown “badonkadonk,” so to speak.

She’s bigger again!? He thought wildly, looking down at the empty plate. She was coming back to the table, letting him see her breasts shake with each step as she plopped her now immense bottom down on the seating cushion with a soft *thump.*

“So, you were saying you liked my…” she looked around again, “ ass?”

“Yeah, it’s really something,” Sota said, stunned.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” a familiar female voice called.

“Oh no,” Sota muttered, putting his head in his hands.

Sota’s ex-girlfriend Shizuku attended the same university as all of them, and while she’d played volleyball in high school she’d decided not to pursue it in college. Still, she often found herself around Sota and the rest, and from the way she treated him, she was still a little bitter about the breakup.

“Hi Shizuku,” Sanae said politely, “We were just having dinner!”

Sota forced himself to uncover his face, looking up at his ex-girlfriend with a smile, of course she’s double size too, why wouldn’t she be? He thought wryly. She loomed over their table, looking down at Sota with distaste, then back at Sanae.

“I see you’re starting to date a woman with a little meat on her,” Shizuku commented, “I’m surprised you could even get it up for a girl who doesn’t look like…” she smirked, “Well, you know.”

“No,” Sota said obliviously, “I don’t, what are you implying?”

“KA-“ Shizuku began, but Sanae cut her off.

“Shizuku, why don’t you go back to your table?” the volleyball captain said crossly.

“I think I will, but Sota’s coming with me!” Shizuku grinned.

“What!?” Sota exclaimed, “I’m on a date here, buzz off Shizuku!”

“I think he’s said who he wants to stay with,” Sanae said, frowning, “Seriously, do you want to cause a scene? We can get the manager.”

“If you’ve finally made peace with the kind of woman you really want, then obviously you should come back to me, your first love,” Shizuku said smugly.

“The kind of woman I really want?” Sota asked skeptically.

“You like big girls, that is pretty obvious,” Shizuku chuckled, “but looking at her, and at me, clearly you like thicker girls too!”

Sota sighed in annoyance, “A person can like sushi and ramen, okay!? I appreciate lots of different body types! And what’s all this about? You don’t get to act jealous when you broke up with me! Or did you forget that part!?”

“Whatever,” Shizuku chuckled, “Look, when you’re done trying the shrimp, come find me and I’ll let you taste the lobster.”

“Okay that’s it!” Sanae said angrily, standing up. “We’re going to settle this, right now!”

Shizuku raised an eyebrow, “Oh really, short stuff?”

She’s twelve feet tall and she’s ‘short stuff’ Sota thought, forcing down a mad laugh. It was true though, Shizuku - being roughly the same height as Kaoru and most of the other girls - towered a solid head over Sanae. Still, Sanae’s going to have a lot more upper body strength, being a back row player, and Shizuku hasn’t played volleyball in over a year now, if Sanae can get a few hits in… He scowled, chastising himself for imagining the Amazonian catfight that would ensue.

“You guys can’t fight in here!” Sota said angrily, “the owner’s looking for any reason to kick bigger girls out as it is!”

“I didn’t intend to fight,” Sanae said with a smirk, “I just think we should have a little challenge to see who Sota-kun likes more.”

Shizuku raised an eyebrow, “I’ll admit, I’m intrigued.”

“First let’s all finish our dinner, then we’ll take Sota somewhere more private,” Sanae said, shooting him a small smile that made him nervous.

“Do I get a say in this?” he asked weakly.

“No,” Shizuku and Sanae said at the same time.

Shizuku chuckled as she pulled the massive seating cushion over to their table, sitting across from Sota next to Sanae.

“So, Sanae, how is the girls’ volleyball team these days?” Shizuku asked idly.

…

Sanae unlocked the door to the campus gymnasium, bending down to step inside as Shizuku and Sota looked at her skeptically.

“What’s this challenge of yours?” Shizuku asked, annoyed, “if we’re just going to play volleyball then it’s a pass.”

“Oh no,” Sanae giggled, “We’re just going here because it’s nice and empty, and it has a few other things that we’ll need.” She stood up, walking into the darkness of the court, her footsteps echoing on the hardwood.

“Huh, I think I like this girl Sota,” Shizuku smirked, “Aren’t you going in?”

Sota sighed, following Sanae in as Shizuku bent low to clear the door frame. The lights clicked on, startling them both, and the pair turned to see Sanae locking the doors behind them again.

“We don’t want any interruptions,” she said with a wink. Shizuku and Sota watched as Sanae walked over to a pile of athletic mats in the corner, hefting a massive blue wrestling mat under one arm and hurling it, causing it to unfurl as it hit the wooden floor with a slapping sound.

“Wrestling?” Shizuku chuckled, “Okay sure, Sota, go find us some oil or something.”

“W-What!?” Sota stammered, “You’re joking!”

“What, do you want us to wrestle without being all oiled up?” Shizuku frowned.

“We’re not wrestling!” Sanae said impatiently, “We’re here to see who Sota prefers, remember?” She pointed to the mat, “Sota, lay down on there!”

“I don’t know about-“

“Just do it!” Shizuku said impatiently, pushing him forward.

“Okay, I’m going!” Sota muttered. He picked a spot in the middle of the mat, laying flat on his back and squinting under the ceiling lights.

“The contest is simple,” Sanae explained, “We’ll each let Sota feel our bottoms, and then have him pick one of us! Maybe sit on his face, really let him compare the two.”

“Sit on my- Hey, come on!”

“Hmm… I like it,” Shizuku said, grinning down at him, “but he’s obviously going to pick you even if he really wants me.”

“We’ll blindfold him,” Sanae said, “And there are some earplugs the basketball players use too, a completely blind test!”

“Sounds good to me,” Shizuku said, smiling from ear to ear as she took a strip of cloth from Sanae. “Hold still!”

Sota scowled as his ex-girlfriend leaned down, tying a handkerchief tightly over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything. Next Sanae brought a pair of earplugs from the equipment closet, placing them into his ears and silencing the world.

“There we go,” Sanae said, standing up. “Now, who should go first?”

“I don’t have a coin,” Shizuku said, “so…‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’ it is then!”

The pair quickly threw hands, and Sanae sighed in defeat as she saw Shizuku’s flat palm cover her balled fist.

“He’s all yours,” Sanae said, waving.

Shizuku strutted across the mat, rubbing her hands together mischievously as she thought of the best way to tease the blind and deaf boy below. With a giggle she leaned down, grabbing Sota’s hand and bringing it up to her rear.

“Something feels nice,” Sota grinned, feeling the way she traced his hand across her backside.

“Now to put him in a more familiar position,” Shizuku declared. She planted her knees on either side of Sota’s head as she squatted down, slowly lowering herself onto him.

Sota grunted as a massive and soft body lowered itself onto his face, causing him to struggle to breath as a pair of thighs pressed on either side of his head, squeezing him as the girl’s bottom ground into the lower half of his face.

“I always love how all you can see is the top of his head sticking up,” Shizuku sighed.

Okay think, Sota told himself, Shizuku used to always squeeze your head like this, this is probably her! He reached up and felt the thighs in question, they were thick, but there was a softness to them, a softness that had come from a year of idleness. He jolted as he felt a hand squeeze his erect cock through his shorts, but pinned as he was beneath the Amazonian girl all he could do was squirm feebly against the wall of supple flesh holding him down.

“Hey, you can’t jerk him off!” Sanae protested.

“Why not?” Shizuku asked with a grin.

“Well for one, I’m right here,” Sanae muttered, “and secondly, that’s clearly going to ruin my turn if he’s already finished!”

“Fine,” Shizuku chuckled, “sitting on Sota is always more about me feeling good anyways.” She lifted her leg, slowly rotating her body and planting her cheeks firmly across the blinded Sota’s face. With a happy sigh she began grinding herself against him.

Sota felt lightheaded as the watermelon sized cheeks ground into him, up and down in a motion that let the girl’s crotch force itself hard against his face. Even through the shorts she was wearing he could smell her arousal, and with a start he realized she was picking up speed.

Is she really going to just… on my face!? He groaned as the air beneath the girl - who he was certain it was Shizuku now - grew hot and humid.

Shizuku trembled, smiling and clenching her fists as a shiver of pleasure went up her spine, “Whew,” she muttered, “I’ve missed that… There is nothing quite like cumming on Sota’s adorable little face… I really need to do it later without the shorts, once I’ve won of course!”

Sanae rolled her eyes, “Whatever, your turn’s done, get up!”

Shizuku did, grinning as Sota gasped for breath, “O-Okay, that was the first girl, right?” he called, unable to hear them with the ear plugs.

Sanae stood over him for a moment, planning her attack. With a smirk she turned around, lowering herself down onto Sota’s lower body. He tensed as she ground her soft behind over the tent in his pants, enjoying the way he breathed in excitedly as she rubbed herself up and down over him.

“Hey, if I can’t jerk him off you can’t dry hump him off!” Shizuku protested.

“Fair enough,” Sanae chuckled, standing up again.

“Oh come on!” Sota called, “I don’t know who that is, but this is a lot of teasing!”

“So selfish,” Shizuku sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. “That’s why I always made sure I was on top of him.”

“Sota’s a very giving lover,” Sanae retorted, walking up the length of his body. She turned to face Shizuku, planting her feet on either side of Sota’s head just as the other Amazonian girl had. “I think that maybe you just never gave him the chance!” she plopped herself down on Sota, causing him to grunt in pain from the weight as she settled herself in on his face.

Okay, that’s definitely Sanae, Sota thought. The massive pair of cheeks grinding into him this time were soft, but there was a firmness, a roundness that kept its shape even while she rode his face. Like before he could smell the barest hint of her womanhood, already growing wet from the stimulation of grinding back and forth over his face.

“Girl number two!” he cried out, “I pick the second girl!”

“You’re kidding!” Shizuku said angrily, “her!?”

Sanae got up, and Sota immediately ripped the blindfold off, grinning up at her, “Well?”

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Sanae said with a teasing wink.

“Sota…” Shizuku muttered, “I guess I never was your type, it had nothing to do with your sis- with anyone else…”

“You are my type,” Sota, scowled, “that’s not why we broke up! And again you did the dumping, not me!”

“Yeah well, maybe I made a mistake,” Shizuku muttered.

Sanae smiled, hugging Sota close to her and pressing the side of his face into her hip, “Take care Shizuku!”

With that she walked out with Sota, hugging him close to her the entire time.

…

Back in Sanae’s room the pair were giggling together over the night’s events, “Where did you come up with the idea for that challenge?” Sota asked.

“I just wanted to see if you were serious,” she said softly, “about liking me.”

“I was,” Sota laughed, “I always have been!”

Sanae bit her lip, “Then get on the bed!”

He obeyed, climbing up onto her raised mattress eagerly. He started pulling his clothes off, glancing at Sanae as she did the same. Her shirt flew off first, exposing her soft breasts, barely contained by a bra that was now too small for her, and which almost snapped clean off her when she undid the hook, freeing the glorious orbs. Her shorts were next, sliding down over her ample hips, down to her ankles, and then leaving her naked.

“Lay down,” Sanae grinned, “I’m going to finish what we were doing in the gym…”

Sota licked his lips nervously as the enormous team captain climbed her way up his body, her legs like giant pale pillars that creaked the springs of the mattress on either side of him as she positioned her slit just above his face.

“Take a deep breath,” she warned with a grin.

Sota barely had a second to inhale deeply before she sat herself down on him for the second time that night. The sweet musky taste of her arousal hit his tongue, and he instinctively began licking eagerly at her while she moaned in pleasure. With a shiver she squeezed her thighs on either side of his head, a vice-like motion that stopped just short of being painful, but made it harder for him to continue.

“K-Keep going!” she squealed, rolling her hips forward and grinding the wet mound over his mouth again.

Sota felt like he might drown, but pressed on, licking at her eagerly, feeling like a man being buried beneath an avalanche as the twelve foot girl continued shifting back and forth over him, meeting the motions of his tongue in a steady rhythm that squeaked the mattress springs.

“S-SOTA!” she cried, gasping as she threw her head back. The powerful thighs that held him hostage quivered, squeezing him so hard that for a brief moment he had a mental image of a watermelon bursting, but then the pressure subsided. Sanae slowly flopped to the side, panting as she let Sota come up for air himself.

They lay there, catching their breaths for a moment, Sanae from the aftershock of her orgasm, and Sota from exhaustion. Finally Sanae sighed, getting up on all fours and crawling to the edge of the bed.

She squinted her eyes shut and lifted her bottom up, “Sota, I’m ready!”

“Uh, okay,” he said curiously, “but… you seem a little tense?”

“I’ve never done it back there before,” she said, “I’m nervous, okay?”

Back there!? Sota’s eyes went wide, “Oh uh… We don’t have to, if you’d prefer we could just-“

“No, you love my ass, you should be the first one to love it in that way,” Sanae said, “Just maybe be gentle, okay?”

“Sure,” Sota said, licking his lips, this is new territory for me too… now, what did all of those porno magazines say to do for this? “Lube!” he said, “Do you have any-“

“There!” Sanae said, pointing to her nightstand drawer.

Sota frowned, opening the massive drawer and chuckling at what he saw. There was a small vibrator, and also a large bottle of “PRIMO-SUPERFUCK-LUBE” and a small label on the bottom that read “Property of Ayano-San.”

“I kind of borrowed it from her,” Sanae said weakly, “I thought we might do this at some point and I wanted to be ready…”

“Okay,” Sota breathed, unscrewing the cap, “Let’s do this!”

He slowly poured the gooey liquid over his length, rubbing it up and down as he stared down the bed at the waiting amazon.

She says be gentle, he thought, but she’s so big… I don’t know if I can get anywhere without a little force.

He walked to her, realizing that due to their size difference he’d need to do this standing up, “Okay,” he breathed, lining himself up and positioning himself just outside of her puckered hole, “Ready?”

She squeaked and nodded, and Sota slid in with an animalistic grunt.

“Whoa,” Sanae muttered, shivering as she felt her hole contract reflexively around him. “T-This is different!”

Sota didn’t respond, instead focusing on thrusting in and out. It was a tighter fit than her pussy, to be sure, and he felt himself struggling to keep focused as he spread his arms wide, placing his open palms on the sides of the massive girl’s ass, slapping them down in a way that caused Sanae to gasp in surprise as his grip tightened.

“This is wonderful!” Sanae moaned, “Keep going!”

Sota grunted as he tried to keep up with her demands, in the standing position he was in their lovemaking was tiring his legs faster than he’d expected, and he was struggling not to cum early as he thrust in and out of her tight asshole like a piston.

“I-I’m going to-“ he started.

“Inside!” she screamed excitedly, “Do it in me!”

He cried out as he came, pressing up against her one last time as he buried himself deep within her. Sanae shuddered too, joining him in orgasm with a small squealing moan.

“Wow,” Sanae panted, “I uh… I might need to do that again!”

“S-Sure,” Sota said, collapsing on his jellylike legs, “I’ll just need a few minutes…”

“Sure,” Sanae giggled, “I’ll just need to find a place to sit and wait.” She beamed in faux surprise as she looked up at him, “Oh look, my favorite seat cushion!”

“No, wait, Sanae!” he protested as the giggling amazon started up the bed towards him again.

…

Sota stretched as he woke up, feeling Sanae’s arms curled around him. He glanced back at her, only having the mildest amount of surprise to see that the extra weight she’d had the night before had seemingly melted away, leaving her in her normal form…well, still twelve feet tall, but normal otherwise.

Now what’s that about? He wondered, Kyouka’s new boobs stayed, but Sanae’s big butt just goes? He smirked and shrugged, reaching down to squeeze it, causing the giant girl to squirm in her sleep with a happy hum. Eh, it’s still the best one on the team, he thought with a chuckle.

…

Later, after a shower and breakfast, the entire team was around the breakfast table, chatting idly. Sota looked out at them from his spot behind the stove, seeing how they all towered over Sanae. She was chatting with them happily, but he realized how she could feel like the odd girl out among the other women he’d spent time with.

I wonder what Sanae would look like as one of the bigger girls? He thought idly, turning back to the stove. He flipped the pancakes he was cooking, then glanced back at the girls. Wait, What!?

“Something wrong Sota?” Sanae asked, smiling over at him.

She was now by far the tallest of the girls, her head almost touching the already impossibly high dorm ceiling. Where the other girls sat in their normal chairs, Sanae sat on the floor, still towering over the rest.

She’s got to be like eighteen feet tall!? He grinned weakly, “Nothing’s wrong,” he lied, “I just almost burned the pancakes!”

“Don’t worry about it, I like them a little well done!” Sanae said with a smile.

Sota turned back to the pancakes, taking a deep breath, Sanae is better as the smallest of the girls, he told himself, I would really like her back to twelve feet… Slowly he turned back around, and as he’d expected Sanae was back to her “normal” height.

Sota licked his lips, digesting this information, So whatever’s happening responds to my thoughts and at least some of what I want… He grinned, I should be taller, I should be six, no seven feet tall! And rich, not like billionaire rich, but rich enough to have a fast car! He closed his eyes for a minute, eagerly awaiting his new stature.

“Sota you’re burning those!”

He smelled the burnt pancake dough, then scowled, opening his eyes to see that he wasn’t tall, wasn’t rich, and had burned his pancakes.

“Sorry everyone, I’ll start a new batch!”

He ignored the impatient groans back at the table, pouring new pancake batter as he tried to make sense of things. He tried imagining a few other things, Kyouka with pink hair, Ayano with even bigger breasts, Julia with a mohawk, but none of the changes emerged, whatever cosmic force had temporarily allowed him to change reality was gone.

Damn, I almost had something there, he thought with a chuckle.

There was a knock on the door, and Kaoru got up to go answer it, “What do you-“ she started, but she was cut off as their visitor pushed her way in, “Hey!” Kaoru protested.

“Where’s Sota?” Shizuku demanded, hefting a large duffel bag under her arm.

“I’m right here!” he said, annoyed, “Shizuku I’m sorry, but I’ve really got to focus on cooking, so-“

“Well make me something too,” she ordered, “it was one of the things you were best at after all!”

“Hey,” Kaoru said angrily, “Sota’s food is only for the volleyball team, you can’t just barge in here and demand a free meal because you guys used to date a million years ago in high school!”

“Well I’m returning to volleyball,” Shizuku declared, “so I’ll be moving in immediately!”

“You can’t just join in the middle of the year,” Sota exclaimed angrily.

“Actually, we could really use the extra players,” Sanae said sheepishly, “Even with Ruri, Suzuna, and Nazuna getting back next week we’re still pretty shorthanded.”

“W-Well there would have to be a team vote,” Sota said desperately.

“Eye vote yees!” Julia said excitedly, “She seams nice!”

“And she’s hot,” Ayano said, “I’m a yes!”

“Sure, whatever,” Kyouka said, waving dismissively, “so long as I don’t have to share a room.”

“I think this is great, it could help further our understanding of Sota to have someone who knows him as well as you do!” Sakura cut in.

“You were pretty good back in school,” Kaoru admitted grudgingly, “Okay, sure, why not?”

“Don’t I get a veto or something!?” Sota asked.

“No,” All the girls said at once.

“Well that settles it,” Shizuku said with a smirk, “Make me breakfast, Sota. Do you remember what I like?”

“Oh sure,” Sota chuckled, reaching for a box of bran cereal. He poured her a bowl, walking it over to the table of enormous women and placing it at an empty space.

“What’s this?” Shizuku asked, appalled, “I want some pancakes and-“

“As your coach, I think you need to get back in volleyball shape,” Sota said with a wicked grin, “and after you’re done with that, we’ll meet in the gym to start your conditioning!”

“C-Conditioning?” Shizuku gulped.

“Oh yeah,” Sakura laughed, “Since we’re such a small team, Sota’s prioritized our cardio workouts, that way we can stay on the field for the whole game!”

“You know, maybe I’ll rethink joining,” Shizuku muttered, standing up nervously.

“Oh no, you should sit back down!” Sanae said sweetly, putting hands on Shizuku’s shoulders and forcing her back into the chair.

Sota chuckled as the girls welcomed their new “teammate,” turning back to his burned breakfast. After a few minutes of thought, he decided to prepare an extra portion of pancakes. There would be plenty of time to torment Shizuku during practice, after all, and while Sota could be a little crass at times while coaching, he was a bit of a softy at his core. Even if Shizuka broke things off with him, he just couldn’t bring himself to resent her for it.