Stealthily, you crept closer to your window. The blinds were drawn, as they usually would be at this time in the morning, and on average it was far earlier than you liked to get up. 

But you had a reason for getting up this early in the morning!

You lived next to the goddess of boobs herself, and you knew if you timed yourself write you'd be able to peek in on her changing into her clothes for the day. Now, personality-wise, you didn't get along with Izumi Aoyama. She had a short temper and was always quick to insult you or worse, but in spite of how poorly most of your interactions with the blue-haired girl went, you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to her, like a moth to a brightly shining light.

There were two reasons why you could never take your eyes off of her. Two huge, round, soft reasons.

In short, Izumi had the single biggest chest you'd ever seen. It didn't matter that she was in the same year as you in high school. Even though she was a student, she was still bustier than any other woman you'd ever seen, including the adults! Now, you'd never actually seen Izumi's mom- her parents were of the sort like yours, in that they were out of the country on business more often than not. All in all, you had no idea if Izumi had got her titanic rack from her mother, or was simply a freak of nature (in a good way!) And given how Izumi really didn't like you, you doubted you could just walk up to her and ask for a picture of her mom.

Izumi would probably do a whole lot worse to you than just insult you if you asked something like that.

But enough of those thoughts! You had a schedule to keep! Izumi should be getting out of the shower right about now, the built-in clock on your phone told you. You kept the blinds on your window down, and your lights off. She'd verbally laid into you a few times after catching you peeking on her, but you had a plan this time! And admittedly, leaving your lights on or blinds up hadn't been too smart on your part. You'd learned the hard way that if you could see Izumi, she could usually see you too.

So this time, you were making sure that it looked like you were still asleep! Your lights were off, your blinds were down, no extra light was coming from any of the electronics in your room... All you had to do was just peak around the blinds, just a tiny bit, and you'd get to see Izumi illuminated by the lighting of her bedroom, her flawless, gorgeous body and humongous, pillowy boobs on display for you!

Okay, the moment of truth was upon you...

Breathlessly, you peeked around the blinds so that only your head from the eyes up was visible. It was dark enough in your room that your form shouldn't have been lit up by anything behind you...

And just on time, Izumi emerged from her bathroom door into her bedroom. She'd already dried off following her shower, and it looked like luck was already against you- she'd apparently changed into her underwear inside of her bathroom! You'd already missed that much, but there was nothing you could do about it. But at least you could still see her through her bedroom's window. You knew she hated it when you peeked on her changing, so why she left the blinds open you had no idea.

But you weren't going to turn down a free show! Deep down, you did know that what you were doing was morally wrong, but you just couldn't help it! You were a healthy, teenaged-boy, and as the saying went, the most forbidden fruits were the most delicious.

So here you were, silently watching in awe as the still drowsy Izumi gathered up the clothes that made up her school uniform and laid them out on her bed, all the while giving you an unobstructed view of her enormous, bra-clad breasts and perfectly shaped butt covered by her panties.

She'd settled for plain white today, both for the bra and the matching underwear. You couldn't help but think that someone with a fiery temper like hers might go for something flashier, but you knew Izumi more than that- she was the kind of girl who preferred (or in her case, needed) comfort and support over style. On that note, you wondered why a girl of her immense size never seemed to wear sports bras. Before you could help yourself, a quiet laugh slipped out of your lips- the mental picture of Izumi, red-faced and panting from the exertion of trying to work a much too-small sports bra over her titanic tits had popped into your mind.

Fortunately, it didn't seem like Izumi had heard you- after all, you were separated by a fairly good distance, with both her and your bedroom windows between you.

Of course, Izumi wasn't purposefully putting on a show, and dressed with the normal speed anyone with a schedule to keep to would. Meaning your time of viewing her in her underwear lasted no more than a minute at most. Still, it was fun watching her slide the skirt up her long, toned legs (you idly noted that while not what you'd consider 'big,' her butt was still very nice to look at.) Likewise, though she had her back turned to you, you could practically hear her grumbling and growling as she attempted to force the buttons on her blouse closed.

Heh, maybe one day you'd get lucky and watch Izumi literally blow her top in front of you... popping a button (or buttons) off her blouse right in front of your eyes!

Wishful thoughts for the future aside, Izumi did in fact finish dressing like normal, leaving her usual red bow for last. Just in time, you ducked your head back behind the blinds as Izumi spun around, as if some supernatural sense had tipped her off as to the presence of an unwanted watcher.

But you didn't hear her angrily call out your name, or grow flustered and stomp away. Through the blinds, you could see her silhouette turn back around and head back downstairs, as if nothing had caught her eye.

Safe! And what a show it had been... If only you could get closer to see her in person... but that was undoable- you were pretty sure Izumi hated your guts.

Still, you couldn't help but think how awesome it would be to have a girlfriend like her- one with huge, marshmallow-soft boobs that you could cuddle up to and use as your own personal pillows...

That would be the life...

You idly dragged yourself back into bed. The excitement for the early morning was wearing off, and there wasn't enough time to go back to bed. It was best for you to hop in the shower and get started on your own preparations for the day.


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What happens after you finish preparing for the day and leave your house?

1. Izumi is waiting outside your door, and she doesn't look happy...
2. You walk to school alone like normal. Izumi's no doubt already at school.