As Izumi walked back to the classroom, she wondered just what she'd gotten herself involved in. There was still some small part of her that wanted to run to the nearest (competent) teacher, or some other figure of authority, and hand Shujin over.
But what would that actually solve? All she was doing was making Shujin's situation someone else's problem. Plus it was pretty highly unlikely that a teacher would have any clue what to do with the tiny, maybe-eight-centimeter-high (3 inches) boy.
And then there was the little fact that Izumi had already gone ahead and promised to help him out. And despite being someone generally regarded as on the unfriendly side, Izumi wasn't one who often went back on her word.
'Okay, I can... I can do this! It won't be hard... I just have to keep him a secret! And he's already in my pocket... okay, girl! You got this! You just have to make sure the little guy doesn't get out of your pocket, wait for classes to finish, and go find that weird inventor girl at lunch! Easy!'
Strange, Izumi couldn't shake the feeling that despite the steps of her plan to help Shujin sounding very simple (in fact, she didn't have to do much more other than just make sure he didn't somehow leave her skirt pocket) it felt like something would go wrong...
Oh well, she was best putting thoughts of that Shujin guy out of her head for now. Calling attention to herself was the last thing Izumi wanted right now. She had no idea how the rest of the class would react if she slipped up and someone found the shrunken guy in her skirt pocket, but she had no doubt that the jerks and pervs in her classroom would think she was trying to abscond with Shujin for some creepy, perverted reason. And that was if they even saw him as human in the first place. The last thing the busty blue-haired girl wanted was for someone to think Shujin was a doll or something and then toss him out the window, thinking it'd be a 'funny' way to taunt the buxom beauty.
Izumi wasn't friends with Shujin, but anyone who could maintain a steady, lifelong friendship with a girl without letting his lower half dictate his actions had to be better than most of the guys at this school. And she'd be damned if she let something happen to one of the few good guys at this school on her watch!
*Creak*
Izumi had hoped that the door to the classroom wouldn't make too much noise, and that she'd be able to reenter the classroom unnoticed. Unfortunately, the hinges were quite old and thus squeaked loudly as she opened it. Izumi winced as everyone's attention was once again drawn to her.
Fortunately, no one noticed the small bulge in her skirt pocket.
It was one of the few times Izumi was thankful for having such ridiculously huge breasts.
Whenever she entered a room, it was guaranteed that people's eyes would be locked onto her chest, and not anywhere else.
"Ah, Aoyama-san, you're back. Good, please take your seat."
At least the old teacher in charge of this class was professional... or at least, didn't openly ogle her like the boys in class were.
"Whaddya think took her so long?"
"Heh, maybe her bra snapped?"
"Goddamn that'd be a sight to see! How much do you think those mega melons weigh?"
"Gotta be something like 5- no, 6 kilos altogether! Heh heh... I'd love to weight them 'hands on' if you know what I mean..."
'Just... just ignore them, Izumi. Just ignore them...' The busty beauty thought to herself, doing her best not to lose her temper and snap at the trio of horndogs. It was like this almost every day... Sure, she loved her body and was proud of it, but she couldn't stand comments like that!
Shujin didn't seem to be in any hurry to escape (though it wouldn't make sense if he did, given that he'd asked Izumi to effectively safeguard him until she could get him back to Hotaru.
Fortunately for Izumi, the next few class periods were interesting enough that she could put the annoying perverted comments out of her mind. She was sure that there were still people whispering and staring behind her back, but nobody was brazen enough to comment anything out loud.
*Grumble*
'Phew... time for lunch, finally!' Izumi thought to herself. She'd been exercising extra hard lately, having found some new suggestions for working out online recently. Maybe these new workout styles would be better at burning excess fat than any other exercises she'd done in the past? There was always room to hope.
It added a bit of time to her already fairly busy schedule, and her meal portions had increased in size a bit as her calorie intake increased, but it'd all be worth it if she could drop a little bit of unwanted weight.
It was too early to tell if her breasts (or any other part of her) was getting smaller, but time would tell whether or not her new exercise plan (and the accompanying change in her diet) paid off.
*Tug* *Tug*
"Hmm?"
That was Shujin tugging at the inside of her skirt... he must've heard the bell ring, and known that it was time to eat.
He grumbling stomach could wait a little bit longer, she'd sate her hunger just as soon as she'd handed off the shrunken boy to his friend. But still...
'An actual shrink ray! That sounds like the kind of thing Egg Corp would've made in Dragon Eggs Y! I wonder what other sci-fi stuff Hotaru's made?' It was pretty amazing thinking about that now that she had some time to herself away from the prying eyes of her classmates. Seriously, the fact that Hotaru, a girl her age (or within a year of it) had made a working shrink ray was incredible! And for whatever parts of her would've been skeptical of such an accomplishment... well, the tiny boy in her pocket was proof of the validity of the invention!
Izumi waited for the other students to filter out of the classroom (the teacher as well), putting her best glare on for the idiots who walked by her desk slowly enough to ogle her giant breasts... and once she was well and truly alone in the classroom, Izumi gently slipped Shujin out of her desk and put him on the wooden surface so that she could look down at him.
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"How... how are you doing?"
"Uh... well enough, I guess. It's pretty boring waiting for class to get through, but it's not like there's anything I can do at this size," You replied, doing your absolute best to meet Izumi's gaze eye for eye, and not stare at the humongous, mountainous boobs that were resting on the desk, billowing out in front of you like a barely-restrained avalanche.
'Those are some damn strong buttons on her shirt...'
Even without staring at your shepherdess's chest, you thought you could hear the faint sound of fabric and threads creaking under an ominous amount of pressure.
Fortunately, your thoughts on the lewd vastness of Izumi's chest were derailed as she reminded you just why she'd kept you hidden in the first place.
"So, all I have to do is find Hotaru in the cafeteria, and give you back to her?"
"Uh, yeah. She used to be in the habit of skipping a lot of meals, but I made sure to break that. Now it's ingrained in her head to get lunch everyday, so she should be in the cafeteria. We usually sit in one of the corners."
"Okay, I'll find her as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Izumi. Really, I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't agreed to help me."
"Don't mention it. I'm just helping out someone in need. That's all there is to it."
What a nice girl. Hotaru had never talked to you about Izumi, but like you she was aware of the huge-breasted girl's existence at school. It was hard not to be aware of her. You were pretty sure that your best friend's opinion of Izumi would skyrocket once she returned you to Hotaru.
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Izumi couldn't remember the last time she'd had an actual conversation with a boy, much less a time when one hadn't spent every waking moment in her presence shamelessly ogling her breasts. And she really had to give Shujin credit- Izumi knew that from the angle he'd been at, her breasts had almost entirely filled his field of vision. She sure hadn't made it easy on him.
'Huh... He really does seem like a good guy... Maybe... maybe that inventor girl wouldn't mind if I sat with them from time to time?'
She didn't have a particularly big list of friends, and adding any number to that small list would really make her day.
'Well... no point sitting around in the classroom. I'd better go find that girl. What was it he said? The back corner of the cafeteria?'
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"Wait, if she's not here, then where is she?!"
"I'm sorry, miss, but it's like I said! Tomino-san went home sick today! She left the school over an hour ago!"
"I... very well. Thank you for your time."
So much for getting this resolved nice and orderly... Izumi sighed and left the cafeteria, heading back to the still-empty classroom.
"Any idea where she might've gone?"
"Some, but nothing concrete," Came the reply from the tiny boy currently standing in the palm of her hand. Izumi's arm was a little stiff from maintaining this position- it really wasn't at a really stable angle, if she was being honest with herself, but at least it put Shujin at her eye level, without putting her massive breasts right in front of him. She'd rather have a sore arm and a tiny boy at her eye level above her huge chest, than be staring down at a tiny boy who she could barely see past her breasts.
Shujin had even... pulled out a tiny smart phone, but it was either broken, or Hotaru just hadn't picked up because after a minute or so of fiddling with it he gave up trying to call her.
"What are we going to do?"
That was the ten-million yen question. Izumi thought about it for a moment, and then replied.
"I guess your stuck with me. You should look happier, do you know how many other guys would kill to be in your position?"
Despite the circumstances, Shujin snorted in amusement.
"Probably all of them, I'd assume."
But what would that actually solve? All she was doing was making Shujin's situation someone else's problem. Plus it was pretty highly unlikely that a teacher would have any clue what to do with the tiny, maybe-eight-centimeter-high (3 inches) boy.
And then there was the little fact that Izumi had already gone ahead and promised to help him out. And despite being someone generally regarded as on the unfriendly side, Izumi wasn't one who often went back on her word.
'Okay, I can... I can do this! It won't be hard... I just have to keep him a secret! And he's already in my pocket... okay, girl! You got this! You just have to make sure the little guy doesn't get out of your pocket, wait for classes to finish, and go find that weird inventor girl at lunch! Easy!'
Strange, Izumi couldn't shake the feeling that despite the steps of her plan to help Shujin sounding very simple (in fact, she didn't have to do much more other than just make sure he didn't somehow leave her skirt pocket) it felt like something would go wrong...
Oh well, she was best putting thoughts of that Shujin guy out of her head for now. Calling attention to herself was the last thing Izumi wanted right now. She had no idea how the rest of the class would react if she slipped up and someone found the shrunken guy in her skirt pocket, but she had no doubt that the jerks and pervs in her classroom would think she was trying to abscond with Shujin for some creepy, perverted reason. And that was if they even saw him as human in the first place. The last thing the busty blue-haired girl wanted was for someone to think Shujin was a doll or something and then toss him out the window, thinking it'd be a 'funny' way to taunt the buxom beauty.
Izumi wasn't friends with Shujin, but anyone who could maintain a steady, lifelong friendship with a girl without letting his lower half dictate his actions had to be better than most of the guys at this school. And she'd be damned if she let something happen to one of the few good guys at this school on her watch!
*Creak*
Izumi had hoped that the door to the classroom wouldn't make too much noise, and that she'd be able to reenter the classroom unnoticed. Unfortunately, the hinges were quite old and thus squeaked loudly as she opened it. Izumi winced as everyone's attention was once again drawn to her.
Fortunately, no one noticed the small bulge in her skirt pocket.
It was one of the few times Izumi was thankful for having such ridiculously huge breasts.
Whenever she entered a room, it was guaranteed that people's eyes would be locked onto her chest, and not anywhere else.
"Ah, Aoyama-san, you're back. Good, please take your seat."
At least the old teacher in charge of this class was professional... or at least, didn't openly ogle her like the boys in class were.
"Whaddya think took her so long?"
"Heh, maybe her bra snapped?"
"Goddamn that'd be a sight to see! How much do you think those mega melons weigh?"
"Gotta be something like 5- no, 6 kilos altogether! Heh heh... I'd love to weight them 'hands on' if you know what I mean..."
'Just... just ignore them, Izumi. Just ignore them...' The busty beauty thought to herself, doing her best not to lose her temper and snap at the trio of horndogs. It was like this almost every day... Sure, she loved her body and was proud of it, but she couldn't stand comments like that!
Shujin didn't seem to be in any hurry to escape (though it wouldn't make sense if he did, given that he'd asked Izumi to effectively safeguard him until she could get him back to Hotaru.
Fortunately for Izumi, the next few class periods were interesting enough that she could put the annoying perverted comments out of her mind. She was sure that there were still people whispering and staring behind her back, but nobody was brazen enough to comment anything out loud.
*Grumble*
'Phew... time for lunch, finally!' Izumi thought to herself. She'd been exercising extra hard lately, having found some new suggestions for working out online recently. Maybe these new workout styles would be better at burning excess fat than any other exercises she'd done in the past? There was always room to hope.
It added a bit of time to her already fairly busy schedule, and her meal portions had increased in size a bit as her calorie intake increased, but it'd all be worth it if she could drop a little bit of unwanted weight.
It was too early to tell if her breasts (or any other part of her) was getting smaller, but time would tell whether or not her new exercise plan (and the accompanying change in her diet) paid off.
*Tug* *Tug*
"Hmm?"
That was Shujin tugging at the inside of her skirt... he must've heard the bell ring, and known that it was time to eat.
He grumbling stomach could wait a little bit longer, she'd sate her hunger just as soon as she'd handed off the shrunken boy to his friend. But still...
'An actual shrink ray! That sounds like the kind of thing Egg Corp would've made in Dragon Eggs Y! I wonder what other sci-fi stuff Hotaru's made?' It was pretty amazing thinking about that now that she had some time to herself away from the prying eyes of her classmates. Seriously, the fact that Hotaru, a girl her age (or within a year of it) had made a working shrink ray was incredible! And for whatever parts of her would've been skeptical of such an accomplishment... well, the tiny boy in her pocket was proof of the validity of the invention!
Izumi waited for the other students to filter out of the classroom (the teacher as well), putting her best glare on for the idiots who walked by her desk slowly enough to ogle her giant breasts... and once she was well and truly alone in the classroom, Izumi gently slipped Shujin out of her desk and put him on the wooden surface so that she could look down at him.
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"How... how are you doing?"
"Uh... well enough, I guess. It's pretty boring waiting for class to get through, but it's not like there's anything I can do at this size," You replied, doing your absolute best to meet Izumi's gaze eye for eye, and not stare at the humongous, mountainous boobs that were resting on the desk, billowing out in front of you like a barely-restrained avalanche.
'Those are some damn strong buttons on her shirt...'
Even without staring at your shepherdess's chest, you thought you could hear the faint sound of fabric and threads creaking under an ominous amount of pressure.
Fortunately, your thoughts on the lewd vastness of Izumi's chest were derailed as she reminded you just why she'd kept you hidden in the first place.
"So, all I have to do is find Hotaru in the cafeteria, and give you back to her?"
"Uh, yeah. She used to be in the habit of skipping a lot of meals, but I made sure to break that. Now it's ingrained in her head to get lunch everyday, so she should be in the cafeteria. We usually sit in one of the corners."
"Okay, I'll find her as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Izumi. Really, I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't agreed to help me."
"Don't mention it. I'm just helping out someone in need. That's all there is to it."
What a nice girl. Hotaru had never talked to you about Izumi, but like you she was aware of the huge-breasted girl's existence at school. It was hard not to be aware of her. You were pretty sure that your best friend's opinion of Izumi would skyrocket once she returned you to Hotaru.
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Izumi couldn't remember the last time she'd had an actual conversation with a boy, much less a time when one hadn't spent every waking moment in her presence shamelessly ogling her breasts. And she really had to give Shujin credit- Izumi knew that from the angle he'd been at, her breasts had almost entirely filled his field of vision. She sure hadn't made it easy on him.
'Huh... He really does seem like a good guy... Maybe... maybe that inventor girl wouldn't mind if I sat with them from time to time?'
She didn't have a particularly big list of friends, and adding any number to that small list would really make her day.
'Well... no point sitting around in the classroom. I'd better go find that girl. What was it he said? The back corner of the cafeteria?'
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"Wait, if she's not here, then where is she?!"
"I'm sorry, miss, but it's like I said! Tomino-san went home sick today! She left the school over an hour ago!"
"I... very well. Thank you for your time."
So much for getting this resolved nice and orderly... Izumi sighed and left the cafeteria, heading back to the still-empty classroom.
"Any idea where she might've gone?"
"Some, but nothing concrete," Came the reply from the tiny boy currently standing in the palm of her hand. Izumi's arm was a little stiff from maintaining this position- it really wasn't at a really stable angle, if she was being honest with herself, but at least it put Shujin at her eye level, without putting her massive breasts right in front of him. She'd rather have a sore arm and a tiny boy at her eye level above her huge chest, than be staring down at a tiny boy who she could barely see past her breasts.
Shujin had even... pulled out a tiny smart phone, but it was either broken, or Hotaru just hadn't picked up because after a minute or so of fiddling with it he gave up trying to call her.
"What are we going to do?"
That was the ten-million yen question. Izumi thought about it for a moment, and then replied.
"I guess your stuck with me. You should look happier, do you know how many other guys would kill to be in your position?"
Despite the circumstances, Shujin snorted in amusement.
"Probably all of them, I'd assume."
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