If not for Madoka covering her mouth with her hands at the last second, you didn't doubt that Haruko (and maybe Aki) would've rushed over at the breathy moan that slipped from Madoka's lips. The bespectacled girl collapsed, slumping forwards against you like a puppet that had just had it's strings cut.
You could only bite your lip, one eye twitching, as you tried to remain calm in spite of the very ample, barely-covered breasts squashing against your torso. Madoka... was conscious, but seemed to have completely lost her focus, being slumped against you and panting softly. Had... had your power really had that effect on her?
No, that didn't seem right. This wasn't the first time you'd used your powers on a girl, and nobody in the past had, uh, indicated that they felt anything when you targeted them. Especially not something as pleasurable as what Madoka seemed to be feeling.
'Maybe... Maybe she's just feeling relieved that her bra isn't squishing her breasts against her lungs now?'
(((Sure, Shujin, let's go with that.)))
'Oh, shut up, Narrator. I know you're getting a kick out of this.' There would be time to theorize later. Right now...
Hot, busty girl pressed up to you. Hot busty girl with her busty chest pressed up to you. Hot busty girl with her big breasts squishing against you, whose huge, soft tits you were still squeezing with your hands.
It was a pipedream that you would not pitch a tent here in the middle of the infirmary, but... come on! It was a mechanical reaction! And with Madoka clearly having, um, enjoyed herself immensely when you'd expanded her bra, this was one hell of an erotic situation!
If you hadn't been so focused on the situation in front of you (and in your hands) you would've paid attention to Aki and Haruko's startled voices from the other side of the infirmary, as well as the sound of the door suddenly slamming open.
But you didn't, your brain having elected to wholeheartedly focus on the two big, soft pillows you were currently engrossed in fondling. Which is why it came as such a shock when the curtain surrounding the bed you and Madoka were sitting on was whipped back, and you came face to chest with an angry amazon!
"HOW DARE YOU, you perverted little wretch?!"
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Five minutes earlier
Meiko Shiraki was on the warpath. Though she liked to think that she'd mellowed out quite a bit since her middle school days, largely in part thanks to her idol (and best friend) Mio Jinguuji's efforts, she was still frankly a woman who was very easy to piss off.
As the vice president to the student council, she liked to think of herself as the long arm of the law that enforced Mio's will upon the school. Of course, the president she served would've denied such a strong statement, but it didn't change the fact that Meiko often went out of her way to support her president.
If nothing else, she had sworn to uphold the rules of the school that Mio had so much of a stake in.
Which is why when she started hearing rumors so early in the day about that transfer student getting handsy with not one, but two girls, and then getting them sent to the infirmary- she was livid. It was bad enough that some punk boy thought he could get away with feeling up a couple of girls first thing in the school day. It was another matter entirely when one of those girls was a new transfer student for whom this would be her first impression of the school! And the other girl involved was Haruko Amaya who... Meiko couldn't lie; she and Haruko got along about as well as oil and water mixed together, but female solidarity came first; regardless of her personal feelings she wouldn't stand for allowing someone to grope her fellow student council member!
"I'm tellin' ya, he dived face first into her tits!"
"No way man, I heard that he had Haruko hug him right into her chest!"
"Ah man, what I wouldn't give to get a hug from Haruko! Speaking of, whaddya think she's on? Some kinda special supplements? I'm tellin' ya, her chest inflated like a pair of frikkin' balloons!"
Meiko ground her teeth as she stomped through the halls, the towering young woman's imposing presence cowing everyone- even the boys spreading the perverted rumors- into silence. Not even the sight of the jiggly, bouncy amazon strutting past them was something they were willing to comment on!
Meiko might not have been the bustiest girl at Pandora (though she was damn near close to it;) but she was plainly put the biggest girl at the school. There were a fair number of tall girls at Pandora, with the upper echelons like the revered soccer star Ai Sakaguchi being one of the rare few to be over 6 feet tall... but none of them compared to Meiko.
If not for the goliath mounds on her chest- basketball-sized mountains of bra-straining, shirt-stretching flesh- the silver-haired young woman's six and a half feet of height would've easily been the first thing everyone around her noticed.
It was only thanks to her obvious foul mood that the many boys she passed in the halls didn't shamelessly ogle her. Meiko wasn't blind or unaware; she knew that even with the modified uniform she had crammed herself into she was vulgarly put 'a feast for the eyes.' Her brown uniform jacket was worn open, owing to the fact that she couldn't close it around her chest. And the white uniform blouse?
Well, there had been a point in time when she would've worn it open, exposing her mighty bosom for all to see... at least, until her rival had threatened to have her suspended for what the swordswoman had called a 'mountain of uniform violations!'
Hmph! Honestly, that Haruko was such a prude... If only Mio hadn't sided with her!
Because of her, she was forced to try and actually close her shirt, and while it was closed, technically... ugh, all it would take was one breath too deep and Meiko knew it would be raining shirt buttons...
Then there was the tan skirt with a red stripe; standard issue for the girls of Pandora; was almost scandalously short on her; even the largest possible size clearly hadn't been made for a girl who was two meters tall... not even counting the fact that Meiko's ass was so huge that even a normal-length skirt would've turned into a miniskirt on her.
Meiko's thunderous scowl worsened as she remembered that damnable song those bullies from her childhood had created.
'The M in Meiko is for meter! Meiko's butt is a meter around!'
It was a good thing Mio had helped her find pride in who she was. Her ass hadn't been merely a meter around in a long time!
That was the mood Meiko reached the infirmary in; and Lord Almighty the giant schoolgirl was ready to lay down the long arm of the law upon that hapless no-good boy who had dared to brazenly assault his female classmates... Meiko slammed open the door, ignoring the squawks of the two people who had been standing close to it- Meiko noted that one was Haruko herself, looking thankfully unhurt, and that the other was one of Pandora's ever-reliable nurse duo. She'd apologize to Aki Nijou for the commotion (and bloodshed) after she was done beating the miscreant into a pulp!
She could see a bed at the end of the infirmary with the curtains drawn around it, and distinct silhouette of two people inside; one boy and one girl. And they looked like they were-
Meiko's blood ran cold. There was no mistaking that shadow- she could tell even with the curtain closed that the rotten pervert was putting his hands on the girl's chest!
Stomping forwards, Meiko yanked the curtain back and yelled down at the boy she was about to punish!
"HOW DARE YOU, you perverted little wretch?!"
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Meep.
Were you about to die?
You didn't want to die! It had only been like, two weeks, since you'd come to this world! You were only just now getting to second base! There was so much to do, so much to learn, so many hot girls to use your esper on! It wasn't the time for you to get snuffed out!
In any other circumstance, you would've just used your esper to shrink yourself down and try to run or hide from the silver-haired goliath of a woman- you couldn't call her a girl, despite wearing the standard school uniform she looked more like 20 or 21 than an 18-year old like you.
But as her fist sailed over your head so fast you heard the air whoosh, Madoka, who had evidently regained enough of her senses to figure out what was going on, lunged forwards, tackling you so that the two of you fell flat on top of the bed, leaving the massive girl's fist to harmlessly miss you by a country mile.
You weren't sure if it was the nerves, the fear, or the fact that a gorgeous girl with a huge rack was lying chest-to-chest on top of you, but right now... you'd never felt more alive!
