February 14

As consciousness stirred once more in the young man’s mind, the vestiges of his last memories, not being him lying down to sleep, caused him to sit up with a start and look around.

However, before he could register where he was and what was happening, a booming voice addressed him.  “Finally awake, I see, Azusagawa.”  Despite the volume of the voice, the speaker wasn’t yelling.  “Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

Futaba?  Why does she sound so lo–!?  Mild vertigo lingered in his head, throwing off all his senses as he turned towards the bespectacled genius.  But when he looked in her direction and his vision focused, Sakuta froze as he had to crane his neck back to look up at the imposing figure looming over him.

Though her impressive bust size partially hid her trademark neutral expression, he could still see Rio’s amber eyes observing him with not even a sliver of surprise.  From his perspective, she had grown dozens of times larger than when he saw her last.  However, his mind was forced to re-contextualize his initial thought after he registered the Science clubroom's chalkboard, which was also dozens of times larger, in the ‘distance’ behind her.

He couldn’t clearly remember what time he had gotten there, but with the light filtering into the room beginning to take on a more orange-red hue, he must have been unconscious for quite a while.

“...Another case of Puberty Syndrome?  What’s eating at you this time, Futaba?”  Sighing, Sakuta stood up and brushed himself off.  At his smaller size, the scent of coffee lingered in the air on the desk from the grinds next to him, which she had spilled and hadn’t cleaned up properly.

“Why would you assume this has anything to do with me?”  She asked back, though her tone didn’t indicate a denial of the accusation.  As she addressed him, she crossed an arm under her breasts to relieve the burden on her neck and shoulders.  Looking down as she spoke was already going to strain her neck, so there was no reason to make it worse, even if the action accentuated the size of her bosom.  “Maybe your desire to sneak into the girls’ changing room has manifested in shrinking you so you can also enjoy getting stepped on when they discover you.”

Used to her unique brand of humor, Sakuta looked her over, or rather as much of her as he could see, once more.  As much as he tried not to, it was difficult not to stare at her chest.  Though with how much of her face it blocked, she would likely forgive a few unnecessary glances.  “Hmm…  While I’ll admit seeing you from this angle has its appeal, getting stepped on would–Wait.”  Pausing as he tried to imagine being at ground level with Rio standing over him, foot raised, and a disgusted expression on her face, there was potential in that scenario.  “Hey, Futaba?  What’s your favorite color?”

“Not the one you’re imagining, you pig.”  Narrowing her eyes at his comment with a touch of blush on her cheeks, she sighed and shrugged.  “But fine, congratulations.  You figured it out about as quickly as I would expect.  Just don’t panic, alright?”  She admitted, reaching out to pick him up.

Sakuta didn’t flinch or back away as she pinched him between her thumb and index finger.  “Why would I panic?  It’s not like I’ve done anything to upset you.”  He said as she lifted him off the desk and brought him closer to her face.  With a clearer view, though, he noticed that the ashen blonde’s eyes were slightly red, and there were subtle streaks of white running down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.  “That’s right!  Kunimi told me to come see you.  Does whatever this is have anything to do with you crying?”

Her eyes widening slightly, Rio rubbed her eyes to try and wipe away the evidence, but then shook her head and smiled faintly at him.  “No, this and that are separate, though tangentially connected, I suppose.”  Assuring him that an explanation would come, she couldn’t help the small smile that turned up the corners of her mouth at his unconditional concern for and trust in her.  She didn’t have to worry about crushing him accidentally, but the shrunken young man didn’t know that.  “Also, how can you be so sure this isn’t because you’ve done something to make me mad?  I’ll explain the rest at my house, but for now, understand that you are partially to blame, Azusagawa.”

“Huh?  What do you m–eeeeeeaaaaaaan?!”  Before Sakuta could get an answer from her, Rio’s finger parted, and he plummeted down far enough for his heart to jump up into his throat, but not so far as to give him time to consider how to land.

Instead, two incredibly soft and warm masses squishing in on him from either side immediately cushioned his fall.  Looking around wildly at his surroundings, the two large, round masses on either side of him were unmistakably part of Futaba’s body.  The color and flawlessness of the flesh were identical to her cheeks, though even softer.  It was also warm, profoundly, satisfyingly so.  Like he had been enduring a chill he hadn’t been aware of.

“Fu-Futaba!?”  Genuine confusion and alertness cracked his voice as he looked up and saw two canvases of white come together above him.  From the slightly floral, slightly sweaty, slightly arousing aroma filling his lungs and the muted, consistent thumping from slightly below him, Sakuta could only conclude one thing.  She dropped me down her shirt!?  This can’t be the real Futaba.  Did she dissociate again?  The real Futaba is going to kill me if she finds out about this!

Buttoning up her shirt and fixing her tie, Rio smirked in satisfaction.  Gently pressing her breasts together with her arms, Sakuta squirming in her cleavage, trying to escape, only made the corners of her lips curl up more.  His erratic movements weren’t quite a tickle, but they were enjoyable on a very unscientific, emotional level, and the warmth coming off of him was more pronounced.

With her extensive knowledge in multiple scientific fields, she had expected the increased heat radiating out from his shrunken body.  She hadn’t seen him shivering while he was unconscious, so the thermal emission was so high that he would freeze if left alone.  Had she observed contrary to that, she would have been forced to let him awaken in her cleavage, and missed his reaction.

But the warmth she felt from him was a good thing.  It was proof that he was still alive.  Proof that he still existed.

Not so fast, Azusagawa.  I didn’t go through all of this just to let you get away now.

Pressing her hand into her chest, she pushed the shrunken young man deep enough that the weight of her breasts pressing against one another was enough to immobilize him.  The minute movements of her detained friend trying to free himself were somewhere between an itch and a tickle; not unpleasant, enough to register without the need to address it.  Had her heartbeat not already been heightened from her anxiety of what she was doing, it definitely would have spiked thinking about keeping a boy, and one of her best friends at that, somewhere so intimate.

Sadly, with her blouse buttoned and tie lying over the slope of her breasts, she couldn’t see what kind of face he was making.  You’ve been so cavalier about your thoughts on my body, and I’ve practiced and experimented enough that there won’t be any more accidents.  You’ll be safe with me.  I promise.  Smiling, she gave Sakuta a few more squeezes, both to reassure him and convey the futility of his resistance.  I’m sure you’re trying to say something, too.  I’ll try to adjust my perspective a bit, or this could get inconvenient.

Grabbing her bag and the keys to lock up, she stopped at the door and looked back at the Science club room one more time.  Specifically, her eyes lingered on the window for a few seconds, and her heart tightened as she looked away.

There’s no going back now, Futaba Rio.  You’ve committed to this; now see it through to the end.  Locking the door, she gently slapped her cheeks to reaffirm her resolve.  If you don’t, next time Azusagawa might…