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Naoki rounded the corner, thankful to finally be on another straightway. He always felt claustrophobic on the turns, paranoid that a huge crowd of the more athletically capable members of his class would run him off the track, though that didn’t stop him from feeling bad when they passed him on the stretches, either. From behind him he could hear strangely rhythmic sound of running shoes against the track, and he briefly redoubled his efforts at running, his long, gangly legs screaming out as he tried to look at least somewhat competent before he was inevitably passed.
Sure enough, a group of five boys came rushing past him. Once they were gone, Naoki slowed down, basking in the brief breeze they left. He wiped the sweat from his head for what seemed like the thousandth time, his arms swinging down heavily to his side, having grown as tired of running as his legs. His throat felt rough, his tongue feeling as rough as sandpaper in his mouth, and he he’d had a stitch in his side that had only gotten worse in the ten minutes he and the other boys in his class had been running.
When the gym teacher finally blew his whistle, he immediately stopped, almost falling over in the process, his body seeming to have forgotten what it was like to not be moving. Some of the other boys had already started to make their way back to the locker room, but Naoki stayed behind a minute to recover. He hunched over and grabbed onto his knees to steady himself, though his legs were shaking as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, once the stragglers on the other side of the track had made their way over near the exit, he rose and started walking, his legs already protesting the movement.
Naoki was sure he looked like a mess heading back, his hair hanging heavy with sweat while his shirt was soaked through. He was still breathing heavily, wheezing and panting as he dragged his feet, one after the other, in front of him. He suddenly became even more self conscious of this as a tall girl with messy hair and slumped shoulders stepped out in front of him from the adjacent field where the girls were playing soccer. He couldn’t help but stagger, taken aback by the sudden appearance of his crush.
It took him a good while to start moving again, his mind full of fantasies about talking to her, seizing the chance now that the two of them were alone together, but he couldn’t bring himself to act. As badly as he wanted to talk to her, to have this be the start of a miraculous turnaround in his high school life, he couldn’t do anything. Try as he might, he just couldn’t remember her name. Okako, the silly name that everyone had given her because she was so interested in the occult and supernatural, was all he could remember. He was sure he’d heard her real name, he must have at the start of the year, but he drew a blank when he tried to think of it, and couldn’t bring himself to go up to her and call her by a nickname that started as a joke.
He sulked the whole way back to the locker room, changing as quickly as he could in silence before heading back to class for the rest of the afternoon. Naoki couldn’t help but beat himself up for the missed opportunity, dwelling on the moment all day. His teachers’ lessons went in one ear and out the other as he instead focused on trying to remember what her real name actually was or if maybe things would have been okay if he’d just called her by her nickname. He’d heard her friends call her that a dozen times since getting back to class, so why did he think it would have been a problem if he’d done it? Before he knew it, the bell was ringing and the day was over. Feeling like he’d missed the best chance he’d ever have at happiness, he lifted his sore body out of his seat and headed home.
As soon as he got home, he tossed his book bag in his room and immediately pulled a glass from the cupboard, filling it with cool tap water. He tilted the glass to his lips and drank, downing the whole glass in seconds. Naoki filled it up once more, knowing that he’d lost a lot of fluids on the track, but decided to pace himself with this glass, wanting to avoid a stomach ache from drinking too much too fast. He took a small sip, his eyes finally being drawn to a small note left on the counter. Wiping his mouth, he picked it up.
Dear Naoki,
I got called in to work a night shift, so I won’t be home. There’s food in the refrigerator and something special for you as well. Hope you had a good day at school, and I’ll see you in the morning.
Love, Mom
Curious, Naoki made his way over to the refrigerator and peered inside. Sitting on the top shelf was a simple container of leftovers from the other night and, next to it, a large bottle filled with a pink liquid. He pulled it out, his face scrunching up as he looked it over. It seemed like a pretty standard sports drink, but it wasn’t any brand he recognized. The label wasn’t out of place, either, talking about electrolytes and promising “a whole new you!,” and all the other marketing nonsense that was usually plastered all over the drinks. He wondered if it was a new brand, or something that was on sale. Still, after all the running he’d done, he was more than happy for it.
He closed the refrigerator and dumped the glass of water he had poured, happily carrying the sports drink off to his room with him. Once he closed his door behind him, he took off his school uniform, tossed on a simple undershirt to go with his boxers, and jumped onto his bed. He set the drink on his nightstand, trading it for the television remote and turning the TV on. Naoki didn’t care what it was on, just as long as there was something for him to distract himself with.
As he mindlessly watched TV, he grabbed the sports drink and unscrewed the cap. Still suspicious of the drink, he gave it a brief smell, not really sure what he was expecting, but glad to be greeted by the pleasant smell of strawberries. Satisfied enough with the scent, he started drinking, enjoying how cold it was from its time in the fridge. The flavor wasn’t anything special, just the standard artificial strawberry that tons of drinks just like it used, but it was pleasant enough. Between the icy coldness and the pleasant sweetness, he’d downed the whole bottle before he could even begin to think about pacing himself.
Naoki set the empty bottle on his nightstand and went back to watching TV. He shifted to lie on his side, one of his hands idly resting on his stomach, already feeling uncomfortable from having had so much to drink. As he lay there trying to not focus on the bloated feeling, it suddenly vanished, instead replaced by a warming sensation, like he’d just a had a big gulp of hot chocolate on an especially cold day. Soon that feeling spread outwards to the rest of his body, leaving Naoki feeling comfortable, almost drowsy, though he couldn’t even begin to guess why he felt that way.
More than a little concerned, Naoki sat up, reeling a little from lightheadedness. He put his hands on his thighs, trying to steady himself, and gasped as he felt them expanding outwards, almost pushing his hands away as they swelled up.
“W-what’s going on?” Naoki wondered, cautiously poking at his thigh. It was soft at first, but as he pressed down more, he could feel firm, toned muscle. His eyes lighting up, he put his hands back on them and squeezed, in awe of how large and thick they were becoming, He started to worry, though, as his boxers, once loose and airy around his legs, started to pinch into his thighs, so much so that it had become uncomfortable. Soon they started to strain across his butt, the growth of his thighs meaning that too had gotten rounder, wider, and, though he couldn’t see it, deliciously plumper.
The discomfort soon became pain as the he heard the fabric start to tear, until a rush of a relief flooded over him, accompanied by the sound of his boxers splitting down the sides. He breathed a sigh of relief as his thighs continued to grow, the tattered underwear hanging over their sides futilely. Eventually, they stopped, and Naoki looked at them, amazed at how massive they had become, almost like small tree trunks.
He looked further down and saw that the rest of his legs had changed to match. He reached down to feel his thick calves, impressed that skin so soft and smooth was sitting right on top of muscle so firm. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that his feet had shrunk, but he was certain they just looked smaller in comparison to how large his legs had gotten.
Suddenly, he felt a pinch at his sides. Running his hands along his hips, it felt like they were wider than they were before, maybe even a little plumper, and his boxers were biting into them. He tried to slip a finger down the waistband to pull them off, but he couldn’t, the tightness proving too much for his fingers. Desperate, he tried to just roll them off, but they wouldn’t budge, his hips and thighs having grown too large for them to move an inch. The tightness grew, making him feel like screaming out until, just like with his thighs, the loud sound of fabric ripping filled the room.
Naoki quickly tossed aside the ripped underwear and leaned back, glad to be rid of the pressure from the tight clothes. He wasn’t sure what was happening, or if it was something he should be concerned about, but he couldn’t help but be curious about all of it, stretching out his legs to get a better look at them. It was a weird sight, seeing his scrawny chest give way to wide hips and massive legs, with thighs so large that he had to take care not to squeeze too tight, lest he hurt himself. The view got even stranger, though, as he watched the hair on his legs suddenly start to disappear, starting by his feet and working up, as though it was simply being erased, leaving in its place smooth, creamy skin. Soon his calves were completely smooth, and then his thighs, and he even watch with some horror as the pubic hair he had disappeared as well, giving him the slightest view of his penis sandwiched in between his plump, creamy thighs.
Before he could voice any objections, an odd wave of pleasure spread over Naoki, starting at his crotch and spreading deep throughout his mind and body, causing him to breathe heavier and bringing a flush to his face.
He spread his large thighs, desperate to see what was happening, and watched as his penis, now fully erect from the soft pressure of his thighs, seemed to shrink down. It didn’t feel like it was getting flaccid, though. If anything, it was even more aroused than it had been. Instead it was as though it was retreating into his body, a guess reinforced by the slight pressure he felt against his testicles as they moved farther up into him, reforming into ovaries while the rest of his genitals changed into a vagina. He watched as the head of penis shrunk down further, nestling under a hood and becoming his clit, though all Naoki could see anymore was a smooth, soft looking mound with just a hint of wet, pink lips.
Naoki cautiously hovered a hand over his crotch, wondering what it would feel like if he were to touch it. As he went to lower his hand, he suddenly felt his undershirt pressing tight against him. He quickly pulled his hand away and looked to his torso, shocked to see how much it had filled out. His stomach had gotten much larger and softer, though he wouldn’t have classified it as being a gut. He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching as it jiggled slightly, but pressed further, feeling a tight core resting underneath. The size of his stomach made the way his sides pinched in more obvious, and he was certain that his shoulders had gotten wider at some point as well.
Just as he was noticing that his chest still seemed small and scrawny in comparison to the rest of his body, he started to feel the heat in his chest intensify. As he looked down, he saw his nipples lighten under the white undershirt, his areola swelling up around his nipples, the hard tips getting lost as they were swallowed up by the soft, puffy pink. He then felt a weight start to settle in his chest, a tingling spreading between his legs, as his flabby pecs unmistakably became breasts, filling up and straining the undershirt even more as they grew, pressing hard against fabric.
His breath started coming out harsher and sharper, each inhalation pushing his chest out tighter against the shirt, each exhalation bringing him slight, momentary relief. Pressed in from the front, his breasts seemed to grow out more from the side, becoming rounder as they started to spill out of the side of the tank top. Just as he felt like he’d pass out from his short, stunted breathes, his undershirt tore, splitting right down the front, the remnants of it sliding down his shoulders as his breasts burst forth, Naoki finally feeling their true weight now that nothing was confining them.
He couldn’t resist now, wasting no time in cupping his massive chest with his hands, not even caring that his hands had grown smaller, but wider and that his fingers were now longer and plumper than they’d been. A soft moan escaped his mouth as he squeezed into them, finding no muscle underneath the yielding flesh, just wave of pleasures that spread throughout his body. He tested their weight in his hands, amazed at how anyone could manage with such a heavy chest while his breasts enveloped his hands. Desperate for seeing more of how full they’d become, he squeezed his thicker, firmer arms against them, staring down into a luscious valley of cleavage. He was so engrossed with his new chest, marveling at how they spilled over the sides of his arms, that he didn’t even notice long strands of green hair falling down into his view.
Naoki’s hands moved all over his huge, round breasts, unable to hold back the longing he was feeling deep within his stomach for release. He brought his fingers to his areola, carefully tracing around the puffy pink mounds, oblivious to the sweet, feminine moans slipping through his lips. He squeezed them, gently, and watched as a hard, swollen nipple started to poke out. With a shaky finger, he poked it, his world seeming to spin. He poked it again, this time gently grazing it with his fingernail, crying out in ecstasy.
At his limit, he brought his other hand between his massive, soft thighs and started rubbing at his squishy, wet slit while his other hand continued to tease his breasts, coaxing out his other nipple as everything around him seemed to grow fuzzier. It didn’t take long before the it all became too much for him to bear, feeling his muscles tighten all over with a colossal pressure as he climaxed, throwing back his head before collapsing on the bed.
After a few minutes catching his breath, Naoki wiped the sweat from his brow, pushing away long strands of hair that stuck to it. He sat up, his head still feeling a little light, and looked around the room. At least, he tried to, but he found that everything around him seemed blurry, unfocused, and...pinker? Glancing over at the nightstand, he found no trace of the sports drink bottle he’d left there, but could see what looked like a pair of glasses. Confused, he picked them up, noting the pink frames along the top, before he brought them up to his face.
He practically dropped the glasses once he saw the room around starting to come into focus. Shaken, but wanting to be certain of what he saw, he properly put on the glasses, confirming that he was now in a completely different room. He was sitting on soft, pink sheets and his whole room was painted a soft pink color, adorned with various feminine decorations.
As he looked around, taking note of everything that was different, he felt something lift his chest and then squeeze around it, causing him to let out a small shriek. He quickly put his hand over his mouth, realizing only now that his voice had changed. Looking down, he saw the cause of the sensation. His breasts were now gently cupped by a pink bra, topped with white lace and adorned with red ribbons by the straps. He also felt a tightness around his waist and butt and looked down to see a matching pair of panties. With some effort and peeking, he saw that they too were topped with lace and decorated with a red ribbon.
“W-what the hell’s going on?!” Naoki yelled out, shuddering a little at the sudden sound of his girly voice. He got up out of bed and started to walk out of the room, noticing how heavy each step he took fell against the floor and trying to come to terms with the weight of his chest, even if it was supported by the bra. He walked into the kitchen, noticing that it too seemed a little different, but he could see a familiar note sitting on top of the garbage can.
Taking a deep breath, terrified of what he might find, Naoki reached into the trash and pulled out the note, flattening it out on the counter before reading it.
Dear Natusmi,
I’m so sorry to not be here when you got home, but work called and wanted me to pick up a night shift. I left dinner for you in the refrigerator. I know it’s not as good when it’s reheated, but it should still be delicious enough for my growing girl. Hope you had a wonderful day at school and I’ll see to you in the morning!
Love, Mom
“N-Natsumi…” was all she could manage to say after reading the letter. She stared at it on the counter for several minutes, trying to process everything that had happened. Some part of the name seemed familiar to her, almost right in some way, but she couldn’t place why that was. She opened the refrigerator out of curiosity, seeing a large plate filled with what looked to be a lovingly prepared meal. Deep inside, she felt happy at the sight. Natsumi started to pull the plate out to get a better look at what was on it right as her stomach let out a loud growl.
“W-well, when life gives you lemons, I suppose, ahaha…” she chuckled, feeling embarrassed about her stomach even though no one else was around to hear it. Still confused and wary, she put the plate in the microwave to reheat it. As it heated, rich, savory smells filled the kitchen, making Natsumi start to drool, finally noticing how hungry she really was. She pushed aside all of her worries as soon as the timer went off, pulling the food out and greedily digging in.
As soon as she finished, she sat back in her chair and put her hand on her stomach, satisfied with the good meal she’d just had. She couldn’t help but yawn a little, suddenly feeling very tired now that she’d eaten. Natsumi knew that she should have been more concerned about what was happening, that even stopping to just have dinner like she had was strange, but she felt so blissful and satisfied. She gave in to what she was feeling, placing her empty plate in the sink before heading back to her room and settling in under warm, pink covers until she fell asleep.
Natsumi slept peacefully, waking up just before her phone’s alarm went off. She stretched a little before getting out of bed, wondering if she’d ever slept as well as she did last night. She still wasn’t sure what had happened yesterday, how a simple sports drink seemed to change so much, but she was finding it harder to argue with the results.
What surprised her the most was that her body seemed to have it’s own muscle memory. She went through a morning routine as though she hadn’t had her body and life radically changed, showering without issue and knowing exactly where to find the clothes she needed to wear for the day. She knew that since the boys were on the track yesterday, she would be today, and knew to put on a sports bra for added support. She also knew that, because of her size, she needed to wear spats under her skirt to stay covered up.
When she was finished getting dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror, impressed with how cute she looked despite her stocky build, but something seemed off to her. That’s when she saw two hair ties, adorned with hearts, and a green bracelet on her dresser. Her hands once again acted on their own, neatly tying her hair up into loose twintails and slipping the bracelet on her right hand. Looking back in the mirror, she smiled, something about the image in front of her seeming so right and normal, despite this being the first time she’d seen it. She just knew that she was ready for school.
She made her way out to the kitchen, her bag slung over her shoulder, and sat down at the table where her mom had already started plating up breakfast for the both of them. Once again, she happily ate her mother’s cooking, the two briefly talking, Natsumi’s innate memories carrying her through the conversation, before her mom went off to sleep and she went off to school.
The closer she got to school, the more Natsumi started to worry about everything that had happened. Even though everything at her new home seemed to be alright, she couldn’t shake the fear that she’d show up to school and no one would have any idea who she was.
As soon as she walked into class, though, people were smiling and saying hello to her, though it seemed that she had the same kind of silly nickname that Okako did, everyone calling her “Nikuko” instead of Natsumi. Looking down to her massive chest and legs, she couldn’t disagree with the assessment, and no one seemed to mean it as a put-down, just the same as Okako and the other people in class they gave nicknames to.
Nikuko took her seat, the same one she’d had as Naoki, and got ready for classes to begin, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She turned to her right and noticed Okako across the room, staring right at her, a puzzled look on her face. Before she could think much of it, the teacher entered the room, ready to begin his morning lessons.
Morning classes breezed by until it was time for gym, Nikuko making her way into the women’s locker room with the rest of the girls to change. She kept her head down, focusing on getting changed herself so that she wouldn’t stare at the other girls, terrified that she’d somehow give away that she was a man just yesterday. Thankfully, she was able to change without incident, and made her way out to the track with the rest of the girls, most of them complaining the whole way about having to run. Nikuko couldn’t help but feel unsympathetic and jaded, angry that she’d have another day of running around the track, certain that having to do so in her large, stocky body would be even worse than the gangly, scrawny one she ran in yesterday.
To her surprise, though, running around the track was nothing to her. She took off as soon as the teacher blew her whistle, her large legs moving with ease as her feet hammered the ground with her heavy footsteps. Her arms pumped in rhythm, cutting through the air satisfyingly, even if she had no idea how a body like hers could be made aerodynamic at all, and she’d finished her first lap before she’d even realized it.
It took her awhile to get used to the swaying of her twintails as she ran, and, even with the sports bra, her breasts bounced a little too much to be comfortable. Still, she felt good running, her breathing staying constant and steady while she occasionally wiped at the sweat on her brow. She even noticed that she was lapping other girls in her class, and that, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen anyone in front of her the whole time she’d been running. She wasn’t just fast, she seemed to be the fastest girl in her class by quite a margin.
When her teacher blew the whistle again, she slowed to a jog, making her way to the exit before settling into a comfortable walk, in awe of how steady her breathing and heartbeat were. She was certain that running would be a death sentence for someone with her body, but it proved to be nothing at all. Nikuko realized it was silly, but it made her feel like she was almost invincible, able to take on anything. She couldn’t help but smile the whole way back to the locker room, changing into her school uniform with fewer reservations than when she’d changed earlier.
Afternoon classes went by in a flash, Nikuko still riding her runner’s high. She packed her things up to leave when the bell rang, saying goodbye to the girls in her class that had spoken to her throughout the day before starting to make her way out of the building.
As she made her way down the stairs, though, she heard whistle as soon as she hit a landing. When she looked over at the stairwell it came from, she saw Okako waving her over. Curious, and more than a little flustered from her crush calling her aside, she cautiously approached her until they were both in the shadows.
“H-hey there, Okako! What’s going on?” she asked, feeling nervous as Okako looked her over, her scrutiny pain from the look on her face.
“Nikuko…I know the name, and something tells me I’ve always known it. And that your real name is Natsumi and that you’ve been in school with us all year. But... you weren’t here yesterday, were you?” she asked, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Ahaha...I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Okako! Is this some kind of joke?”
Okako continued to stare at her, though Nikuko felt more like she was staring through her and her lies.
“As much as everyone seems to think otherwise, something’s different. I can see it, clear as day. Someone else used to sit in your seat, tall and skinny, a boy that never really spoke with anyone else. Naoki, I think.”
Nikuko simply stared at her, unable to believe what she was hearing. While everyone else around her accepted as someone that had always been, Okako still remembered who she used to be. The shock must have been plain on her face, because she suddenly smiled and reached out her slender hands, taking Nikuko’s larger ones in hers.
“I knew it! Something amazing and supernatural’s happened here,” she exclaimed, a slight glimmer of excitement in her eyes, though her usual aloof expression remained largely unaffected. “So, what was it? Abducted by aliens? Deal with the devil?” she questioned, her hands suddenly moving up her arms, squeezing them as though she was trying to confirm that Nikuko was a real person in front of her and not an illusion, or, more likely considering Okako, a ghost.
“I-I don’t really know. I think it was...a sports drink,” Nikuko said, looking down and whispering the last part, suddenly realizing how improbably and, frankly, lame it sounded in comparison to the scenarios Okako had mentioned.
“A sports drink? How...unconventional…” she said, completely unshaken by the news as she moved her hands down to her legs, pressing and poking at Nikuko’s calves. “And everyone just thinks you’ve always been Nikuko, huh? Even at home?”
“Y-yes,” Nikuko answered, trying not to get too worked up over Okako’s examination. “Even my mom calls me Natsumi now. And my whole room changed, too.”
“Oh?” Okako said, suddenly pulling her hands away from Nikuko’s body. “Interesting...show me?” she asked, the sparkle of curiosity in her eye proving to be infectious as Nikuko to invited her back to her house, though she didn’t need much convincing as far as her crush was concerned.
When they reached Nikuko’s house, she found another note on the counter from her mom, which she read while Okako poked around the living room. Her mom was going to be working late again, and Nikuko couldn’t help but feel relieved, knowing the two would be alone, before suddenly feeling even more nervous knowing that the two would be alone.
“You have any photo albums?” Okako asked, and Nikuko went over to show her where they were on the bookshelf. The two flipped through them, both engrossed by the sight of the younger Nikuko in the photos.
Okako would occasionally stop and ask about some of the pictures, and Nikuko was able to tell her about them, as though they’d just happened to her yesterday, though she wasn’t sure how. Even when she dug deeper, asking very specific questions, she was still able to answer. Seeming satisfied, Okako closed the album and put it back on the shelf.
“Let’s see your room next.” she said, and Nikuko led her there, getting caught up in her investigation of her strange new life.
Nikuko sat on her bed as Okako looked around her room, asking simple questions about it, if the walls were always pink, if any of the furniture had changed, and things of that nature. She couldn’t help but blush as she started going through her dresser, taking great interest in her underwear drawer.
“Hmm...did you always used to wear stuff like this?”
“N-no, of course not!” she answered as Okako closed the drawer, moving to join her on the bed. She looked over and saw the empty sports drink bottle from yesterday, and picked it up to look it over. “So this is what started it all?” she asked, unscrewing the cap and taking a smell.
“Y-yeah. I started drinking it and, before I knew it, had finished the whole thing. I felt a little bloated, since I’d just had a full glass of water, but then that went away and I started changing. And when it was all done, my room was completely different and the note my mom left me called me Natsumi.” she answered, giving Okako a quick rundown of what had happened.
“When you say that you changed...do you mean...all of you?” Okako asked, putting down the bottle and turning to Nikuko.
“W-what do you mean all of me?” she asked, feeling flustered as Okako leaned in closer.
“I mean…” Okako said putting her hand on Nikuko’s thigh, moving it up under her skirt, “...all of you.”
“W-w-” Nikuko started to say something, but before she could, Okako’s lips wrapped around hers while her hand rubbed her thigh, giving her goosebumps even though she was just being touched through her spats. She felt her tongue poke at her lips, parting them as she wrapped it around hers, Nikuko’s stocky body squirming as she was kissed.
Okako finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva snapping between them. She looked at Nikuko once more, and she could tell that the question was on her mind again.
“Y-yes, all of me…” she panted.
“Can I see?” Okako asked, suddenly looking slightly nervous.
“...yes.” Nikuko whispered in response.
Okako put a hand on Nikuko’s chest, her heart skipping a beat, before her slender fingers grasped at a button, starting to unwork the coat of her uniform.
“I don’t think we could just slip this off with how...endowed…you are…” Okako mumbled, working her way down the coat.
Nikuko couldn’t help but blush at the remark, suddenly very conscious of how much bigger her chest was compared to Okako’s. After finished the coat, she came back up, a determined look on her face, and untied the ribbon around her neck before starting to unbutton her shirt.
When she was finished, Nikuko threw her shoulders back, slipping her clothes off before tossing them to the floor. Turning back to Okako, she noticed her gaze was directly on her chest, staring into her cleavage before her gaze suddenly snapped back up.
“R-right...” she said, pulling herself out of the moment she was stuck in. She wrapped her arms around Nikuko to undo her bra, though it took some fidgeting for her to properly get her arms around her chest. Eventually, though, she had a good grasp on it, and undid the clasps, Nikuko’s chest spilling out as the bra fell to the floor.
Okako couldn’t help herself, just like when Nikuko had first changed, and reached out to grab her chest. Her long, slender fingers felt so different compared to Nikuko’s own, their grip gentler, but, somehow, more arousing. She cupped the huge breasts, letting out little gasps of amazement as she felt how heavy they were and saw how they swallowed up her fingers with their weight.
Eventually, her fingers moved upwards, tracing her areola.
“They’re so big...I suppose most girls your size are probably like this, though…” she commented to herself. “They’re so puffy...and pink, too…” She carefully put two fingers on her nipples and gently pressed into them, spreading them open. Nikuko let out a moan and felt goosebumps rise up as the cool air hit her nipples.
“So big that your nipples are hiding away...how cute…” she mused with a smile, before lowering her head, kissing her nipple, and then wrapping her warm mouth around it, sucking on Nikuko’s chest. Nikuko raised a finger to her mouth, gently biting on it to stifle her moans as Okako sucked, her tongue poking and prodding at her nipple until, with a long, blissful suck, her nipple popped out. Okako pulled away and looked at it, putting her fingers around it as though she was measuring how big it was, a look of satisfaction on her face.
“And now the other one…” she said, before latching onto her other breast and doing the same, Nikuko squeezing her thighs together and fidgeting as the heat between her legs grew.
When she was finished, Okako put her hands on Nikuko’s thighs again. “They’ve gotten soaked…” she commented, and Nikuko once again looked away in embarrassment. She felt Okako’s slender fingers on her cheek, slowly turning her head back to meet her gaze.
“C-can I…” Okako started, the rest of her question seeming to get stuck in her throat, though Nikuko knew what she wanted to ask.
“Yes.” she said, smiling warmly.
Okako nodded to her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder and lightly pushing Nikuko down onto her back. Nikuko was struck by how tall Okako truly was for a moment as she kneeled over her on the bed, before slouching down and unzipping her skirt, tossing it to the floor before starting to roll off Nikuko’s spats. She did her best to help, raising her hips up, but felt a flush in her face as she realized she was just bringing her crotch closer to Okako’s face. She pushed the thought out her mind best she could as Okako went back up to slide off her panties as well.
Nikuko shuddered a little as Okako put her hand on her crotch, rubbing the smooth skin gently with her fingers.
“Did you shave here?” she asked, moving her head down to kiss her.
“N-No! Of course not!” Nikuko answered, her hands covering the blush on her face as Okako kissed around, seeming to purposely avoid her vagina.
Suddenly, Okako put her thumbs right by Nikuko’s lips, pushing down and out, spreading her open.
“It’s so pink…” she said, a slight hint of wonder entering her voice as Nikuko hazarded a look at her face, enraptured by the sight of Okako staring at her longingly. She shuddered as Okako leaned in closer, her breath tickling and teasing her lips. After a long pause, Okako went in closer, her warm, wet tongue licking the full length of Nikuko’s lips, Nikuko shivering as she reached the top.
Satisfied with the reaction, Okako continued licking there, starting gentle at first before pressing her tongue harder. Lost in the pleasure from Okako’s tongue, Nikuko couldn’t help but wrap her legs around Okako, wanting to feel more of her, her muscled thighs closing in around her head. Okako seemed to understand, starting to suck on her lips, revealing her anxious, swollen clit.
Nikuko moaned loudly as Okako licked her clit, licking slowly around it and gently poking it. She wasn’t even sure when she’d started fondling her chest, her larger, clumsier hands feeling good, but proving to be a poor substitute for Okako’s. As she edged closer to bliss, she suddenly felt Okako tapping on her thigh, the tapping growing more frantic as time went on. Looking down, Nikuko saw Okako’s messy hair squeezed between her massive thighs, her face practically shoved into her vagina. Suddenly understanding, she spread her legs, giving Okako a chance to pull back and breathe, licking her lips as a smile spread across her face.
Once she’d recovered, Okako straddled Nikuko, one hand reaching down to rub her vagina while her other started kneading her breast. Nikuko could feel the tip of Okako’s finger pressing against her her opening, Okako hesitating to slid it in, either out of fear or desire to tease the larger girl. She leaned down to kiss Nikuko, just as deeply as before, and Nikuko let out a gasp into her mouth as Okako’s finger finally pushed its way past her lips and inside of her.
Nikuko desperately kissed at Okako, her head swimming as her fingers dug into her squishy chest, her finger sliding in and out of her vagina, slowly at first, and then getting faster and rougher. Just as she felt she was getting used to it, Okako slipped a second finger in, Nikuko’s pussy tightening around it, her insides quivering as it pushed its way inside of her. She was lost now to what was happening, her head tossing around, free of Okako’s kisses as she her moans filled the room.
She could hardly see Okako above her now, her eyes having trouble focusing even with her glasses. She felt her hand leave her breast, settling down right below her stomach, then shuddered as she started pressing down on the soft, smooth mound just above her vagina. Okako seemed taken aback by the reaction at first, startled by Nikuko’s moans growing louder, but then redoubled her efforts, pressing down harder while she curled her fingers up inside of Nikuko and started moving faster.
It didn’t take long after that for Nikuko to climax, her whole body rocked by the orgasm, her muscles tensing and back arching. Her thighs closed in tight around Okako’s hand as she felt her juices spray out, splashing on her thighs. Okako fought her fingers out, looking at Nikuko with concern, until her orgasm finally started to subside, her chest heaving with her heavy breaths, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Okako rolled over onto the bed next to her, staring down at Nikuko as she recovered. She reached a hand out, gently running her fingers through her hair, petting her as she caught her breath.
“You okay?” she finally asked, once it seemed like Nikuko was able to talk again.
“Y-yeah...I’m fine. That...that was amazing…” she panted, looking up at Okako with a sort of admiration.
“I guess you were right. About all of you having changed.” Okako said, a wry smile spreading across her face as she looked over Nikuko’s naked body. Nikuko simply nodded in response.
Suddenly, she looked back at her eyes, a serious look on her face.
“What if you changed back?”
“I…” Nikuko started to answer, not entirely sure what to say. She didn’t exactly hate life as Naoki, but life as Nikuko, as Natsumi, was strangely appealing. She seemed to have a better relationship with her mom, had all kinds of happy memories from her childhood, was popular enough at school to always have people to talk to, felt amazingly fit despite her size, and, though it felt odd to admit, enjoyed coming as Natsumi more than she’d ever enjoyed it as Naoki. Okako finally noticing her was definite plus, as well.
“I don’t think I’d like that,” she finally said, Okako nodding back once she saw the sincerity in her face.
“Then, if you do, we’ll find a way to change you back, Natsumi,” Okako answered, a weight to her words as though she’d just decided something important.
“We?” Nikuko asked, confused by the sudden declaration.
“You’re…” Okako paused, seeming to have a hard time finding the words she wanted. “You’re cute. And I like you. Not just because of the supernatural stuff, but, that helps...both of us...I think…” she said, starting to mumble at the end.
Nikuko just laughed, watching Okako fidget at saying she liked her after having had her way with her.
“I like you too, Okako. I have for ages, to be honest. Naoki ages, not Natsumi ages, though I’m not sure there’s much of a difference,” she said, finally breaking the silence.
Okako let out a sigh of relief and slid down to lie next to Nikuko, wrapping an arm around her bare chest.
“It’s Saya,” she said, a smile spreading across her face.
Natsumi smiled back, wrapping an arm around Saya.