Yae and I were the first in class 2-D to arrive that morning. While I sat down at my seat, Yae was still uncomfortable from the size of the chair compared to her to take a seat, so she stood beside me.

I tried avoiding slumping down in my chair because if I got any lower, I would have a fixed view of what was beneath her blue uniform skirt. My efforts were in vain unfortunately as Yae ended up gaining enough height while we sat around that I could clearly see them. Yae found my embarrassment entertaining. I didn’t understand why I was so flustered by the sight of her underwear. I had seen it plenty during Reduction Week on a bigger difference in scales, but that felt unavoidable because of how helpless we were. This felt dirty because it could be avoided if I chose to step away from my childhood friend, but I still didn’t.

I passed the time listening to Yae about how rough to sleep and get ready that morning. Complaints about her legs sticking out of her bed and accidentally hitting the door frame while sleepy were among them.

When more students started arriving, I was able to hear and see plenty more issues brought about by the increased size.

Our class representative, Yoshikawa, had a mark on her forehead, and that was before she hit her head against the door frame trying to duck through the doorway.

“Uuuu… I don’t have a bump on my head, do I, Kirishima-kun?” she asked me as the health committee representative. I couldn’t actually see with her chest blocking my view of her face, so I had to stand on the chair to be able to get another 50 cm. Even with it, the 370 cm girl had 140 cm on me. If my kouhai, Okazaki, was around, I would have to have the 145 cm underclassman stand on my shoulders to compete with her height.

“Uh… Class Rep, can you squat down?” I had to ask so I could actually inspect her injury.

My need for help in order to help her caught the taller girl off guard. I saw her pause for a moment before she smiled and complied.

“Sure,” Yoshikawa giggled. “Sorry, Kirishima-kun. I didn’t expect you to not be able to reach.”

“Hey, it’s not like I’m short. You’re the tall one here,” I sighed.

I wasn’t the only one having to deal with the size difference either. The ever popular boy Eguchi had walked in with two of his admirers - Shima and Yamaguchi. Or rather, he would have walked if both girls weren’t lifting him off the ground while holding his hands.

“Airi, Kaede, I can walk, you know,” he complained.

“Nope~ You held hands with Shizuku-chan on the way home yesterday. It’s only fair we get to as well,” the bubbly Shima told him, referring to the oddball Yukimura.

“Nayu-chan gets to later too so all four of us are even,” the bespectacled Yamaguchi added, referring to the airheaded Satou. “You know how she gets.”

I was impressed all four girls were willing to share Eguchi. It was rare to see a harem set up where all of the girls were in agreement with one another. A part of me was jealous of Eguchi for being able to get the four’s affections without losing any of them. Just what sort of flags had he set to have such a successful romantic life?

“E~gu~chi~ku~n! Hold me~!”

“Uwoah! Shizuku?”

“Kyaa! H-Hey, Shizuku-chan! No getting ahead of us.”

“That’s right! You shouldn’t get to hug Eguchi-kun unless all of us get a turn.”

“Uh, girls, that’s a bit too clo-Mfff!”

I changed my mind after seeing Yukimura sneak up behind them and grab Eguchi by wrapping her arms around his torso. She lifted him up easily and held him close, embracing him. Immediately, Shima and Yamaguchi got jealous of the girl and started also trying to hug him. I lost sight of him as he was mobbed by the three Amazonian girls. It was probably a good thing Satou hadn’t come yet as she certainly would have suffocated him with her sizable breasts if she had joined in as well.

Eguchi wasn’t the only helpless boy. I spotted two from Watanabe’s gyaru group - Nomiya and Shiina through the open door. Shiina was giving her boyfriend in 2-B a flurry of kisses by picking him up just like Yukimura had. He seemed embarrassed but had no way of fighting Shiina’s grip because his legs danged helplessly in the air. Even though he was around my height, compared to the over three meter tall girl, he had the strength of a toddler to her. 

Nomiya found the sight humorous as she fiddled with her phone that had grown practically to the size of a tablet. The tan gyaru with a cardigan wrapped around her waist was taking photos of the affectionate couple, saying she’d send them to Shiina and her boyfriend, to which Shiina was excited about.

I was also able to see that not all of the girls were accustomed to the bloomers like Yae was. Then again, this was Tokiwa I was talking about. Anything us guys did seemed to offend her.

“H-Hey! Stop peeking!” she was red in the face when Fujimoto walked by behind her. He was listening to music on his headphones and just looking at his phone so he actually didn’t see, but because she called his attention, he turned around. Considering the height difference between them, she had forced him to look up her skirt.

“You know, Tokiwa, I wasn’t even looking until you called me,” the boy pulled his headphones off and pushed his glasses up. He was astonishingly calm, though then again, any of us would be tired of Tokiwa’s over-reactions.

“You still looked!” Tokiwa shouted at him. The loudness of her voice made the boy wince, but he stood his ground. I was thankful to see Tokiwa’s yell had also attracted other people’s attention. It was unfortunately for Tokiwa though because the person who came to intervene was the playful Tsujimoto… Who interrupted by grabbing the girl’s skirt and pulling it up so that her black bloomers were in plain sight for everyone. “Kyaaaaa!”

“Hey, Tokiwa-chan, just accept it already. Our panties are in full view like this,” she advised. “At least we’ve got the bloomers. Maybe you should’ve just worn pantyhose if you’re so conscious about it.”

“Tsu...ji...mo..to...san…!” I could see Tokiwa clench her fist as she grumbled. She was utterly red in the face but was unwilling to do anything against her. Honestly, we had all learned by now that Tokiwa was all bark and no bite.

And speaking of no bite, the one person I expected to be able to talk back to me and jokingly make fun of me was dead silent that morning. Takahashi didn’t even make it to her seat. She was sprawled along the floor in the back of the room where everyone was making a conscious effort to avoid her. Even Yae and I were hesitant to approach her.

“Zzzz…. Grk… Urgh...” the sleepy girl was even sleepier than usual.

“Had a rough night, Takahashi?” I questioned, poking the girl’s cheek to wake her. I initially did so to wake her, but the soft, springy sensation was addicting so I continued.

“Darn it, Kirishima… Just let me pass out in peace,” grumbled the girl. I pulled my hand back in time before she grabbed it, but also had to take a few steps back as she sat up. I couldn’t escape in time when her hand grabbed my head, holding me in place as she used me to pick herself up off the floor.

“Are you okay, Aoi-chan?” Yae asked, concerned. She pointed beneath her own eyes. “The bags under your eyes are really dark today.”

Yank!

“Whoa-! Takahashi, what are you- Mgggh!” 

Pomf!

The sleepy and tired girl gripped my head tightly and pulled me towards her. I was pulled towards the seated girl’s torso as she hugged me close like a body pillow.

“A-Aoi-chan?!”

Too tired and dazed to care about Yae’s cry, Takahashi explained her troubles. “I’m a light sleeper, Kirishima-kun. Being unable to fit in my bed doesn’t exactly help with my beauty sleep.”

Hear this calmed Yae down a little because she could relate. “Uuuu… I completely understand that. When your head hits the wall and your feet grow past the bed… It was terrible last night for me too.”

Yawn!

“That was last night’s big trouble, but this morning was a pain too,” Takahashi continued with a heavy yawn. She leaned forward slightly, pushing her body weight onto me. I was a person-sized stuffed animal in her grasp. “You know how I live on the fifth floor of an apartment building?”

“Yes?” Yae nodded.

“I was able to use the elevator yesterday, but that old thing said I hit the weight limit when I stepped on it this morning,” groaned the sleepy-eyed girl. “I had to take the stairs down. My legs are so sore...”

Considering how unathletic she was, I could understand walking down five flights of stairs would be a workout for the girl. The idea of her being flustered over being heavier than the elevator would allow and being forced to exercise was hilarious. If I was in any position to do anything other than be hugged by the sleepy Takahashi, I would’ve laughed.

“Taka...hashi… can you let… go of me now?” I struggled to ask.

The girl refused. “Just let me do this for a little longer… You’re warm enough to make me want to sleep again, Kirishima-kun...”

What was I, a hot water bottle? “Yae…?” I had to ask for her help.

Unfortunately for me, Yae was distracted by her thoughts. She was looking at me and Takahashi longingly. “That looks nice...”

“This is fine, right, Asano?” Takahashi asked for permission after the fact.

“Yeah,” my childhood friend nodded. I was surprised at first, but she then added. “I don’t like it, but you look like you really need some sleep, Aoi-chan… B-But I’m next later, okay, Touya?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Maybe I was in the same predicament as Eguchi despite Takahashi and I being utterly platonic. I could only hope for class to begin, so I could be freed. Until then, though, we would have to deal with the girls who were starting to adjust to their doubled sizes.

Doubled wasn’t at all right, though. The girls continued growing every minute of the day after all. Because of that, even though they were starting to get used to being taller and bigger, they still couldn’t completely adjust to the normal sized classroom.

This was especially true when the bell finally rang to call the start of class and the girls finally had to sit down. None of the girls had actually used their chairs earlier despite arriving before class because they were all dreading how uncomfortable it was going to be.

Their worries weren’t unfounded.

Snap! 

“Hyaaaah!”

Craaaaaash!

“There goes the first...,” I mumbled the moment I saw Honda plop her butt right down on the seat with her full weight. She was the first and the least careful out of all of the other girls who were uncomfortably squatting on chairs too small. The fact of the matter was that her weight was most likely over 500 or 600 kg. The chair stood no chance. It didn’t just tip over. The chair’s legs bent until they snapped. Honda broke it into pieces underneath her growing rear.

“Honda-san, are you okay?” Nakano was concerned about his seatmate, especially when wood splinters were sent flying everywhere when the seat broke apart.

“Y-yeah… I think so, Nakano-kun. That… didn’t hurt for some reason...,” the girl appreciated the boy’s concern as she picked herself up.

“Uwah...” Nakano was knocked back when he was smacked by Honda’s butt. To be hit by the immense weight that had broken a chair would have broken his nose if he hadn’t stepped back in time. Still, he fell back onto his own desk, hitting his back against the corner of it. I saw him wince in pain.

“Touya, are you going to go help him?” Yae asked, hesitant to sit in her seat as well.

As the health committee representative, it was my job to help take care of anyone who was injured, but I shook my head this time. I simply kept silent while watching the other girls as they tried to figure out how to sit down.

The next to try was Takahashi in the seat in front of mine. She was too tired to remain standing any longer. For someone who was unathletic, she had impressive control of her weight. She spread her body weight to both the table and the chair so that they supported her together. Of course, that meant a good amount of weight was on the table as well, which was her intention because she simply wanted to rest her head to sleep. 

Crack!

Sadly, our tables weren’t exactly of the best quality.

“Cra-... Kyaah!,” she immediately knew to withdraw, but was too slow to do so. The front left leg of her desk broke, causing it to fall apart. She barely caught herself before she stumbled forward and fell onto the splinters. The adrenaline started flowing in time for her.

“That’s two…,” I mumbled, earning a glare from the annoyed but now wide awake Takahashi.

“Cheeky little guy, aren’t you, Kirishima-kun?” the girl retaliated by ignoring the scene she had caused and standing up.

Wham!

“Wah… Easy their Takahashi,” I was a little unnerved by how strongly her hand slammed down on the table. She was pushing her weight down on it, and I could hear the table straining under it.

“What’s wrong? I’m not even putting much force here.”

I was saved from my Takahashi actually breaking my table when a third girl tried, but the reason why that stopped Takahashi was because she saw who it was when she approached behind me.

“Phew… right on time...”

The last person to arrive in the classroom that day was Hozuki. Who seemed to have run all the way to the classroom because she had been running late.

“Hozuki,” I turned around to find the girl unzipping her sports jacket to reveal her sweat-damp summer uniform underneath.

“Haah… What’s up, Kirishima-kun?” the over 400 cm tall girl asked, apparently having not noticed the accidents going around the classroom. This was clear to me by the fact that she was putting a fair bit of her weight on her table as she looked down and asked me. “Did you make Takahashi-chan mad? That’s probably not a good idea when you’re a squirt now.”

It was her and the others that were tall and not the other way around… unless Yae used the Size-Link bands. I didn’t get a chance to say anything back though as Hozuki naturally started to relax and talk to me.

She did so by plopping her butt right onto her table to sit on it.

“Huh? Wait. Hozu-” Takahashi and Yae couldn’t finish their warning in time.

Craaaash!

In an instant, just like with Honda and her chair, Hozuki had completely shattered her table. She was on the floor, dumbfounded after plummeting straight to the ground. The table held no resistance against her weight and was flattened by her.

“Huh?” Hozuki took a moment to figure out what had happened.

“And that’s three,” I added another number to my tally.

“Touya, why are you counting?” Yae had to ask. “Shouldn’t you be doing something?”

“It’s not my job for this part,” I answered. With three loud crashes properly counted and definitely heard by everyone, I pointed over my shoulder to the doorway.

Almost on cue, Sasakura-sensei and a few other health committee members entered carrying folded futons and wide school tables. I recognized all four of them - the first year Hirose and the second year Yagi were the two guys who were accompanied by two first year girls - Saeki and Okazaki. It was easy to see the difference in strength as Okazaki and Saeki were carrying almost all of the futons and tables while the two guys had one of each in their arms.

“Hey, kiddos. Looks like you’ve realized the problem, haven’t you?” the infirmary nurse chuckled.

Considering she had been waiting for three of the 2-D students to actually break school property, Sasakura-sensei was a tad bit playful at heart despite her professionalism. This was actually why I didn’t help earlier. I was well aware my fellow committee members would be entering.

The solution was prepared for the girls - instead of sitting at the chairs, they would be sitting on the floor using the futons as cushions and using the desks like low tables. Why our school had enough futons lying around, none of us in the health committee knew. It was a question only the guys in the judo club like Ryou and his buddy Miyama could answer because that was where they came from.

We were told to spread out the tables so that the girls would have room to sit down, so our class became somewhat more spread out as the health committee members brought in the futons and the tables to replace Takahashi’s and Hozuki’s. The classroom looked so haphazardly arranged now that the girl’s sat on the floor while us boys remained on our tables.

“Kind of weird, isn’t it, Kirishima,” chuckled Yagi as he walked by my desk.

“You’re telling me, Yagi-san. It’s a surreal sight,” I nodded. “Don’t forget, 2-A’s next.”

“Don’t remind me… Oh, and you should probably tell Okazaki-chan to relax. Hirose’s not going to be able to handle her and Saeki-chan at the same time.”

I could see that. While Okazaki typically gravitated towards me, she was getting a kick out of being taller than every one of the guys. Saeki’s efforts to calm her down actually troubled the poor first year further when she dropped the futons almost on him when she went to scold Okazaki. I frowned when Okazaki turned her head, noticing me looking at her.

“Senpai! Look at me! I’m big!”

That was obvious. My naive kouhai bounced excitedly. While that would normally be cute, it was enough to shake the floor, causing Hirose to stumble.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

I sighed. Our homeroom teacher hadn’t even arrived yet, and I was already being put to work to deal with the health committee.