Makoto Niijima and Futaba Sakura are from the game persona 5

Chapter written by Dudeman

Your eyes scan the aisles, looking for any sign of someone that matches the description. Then, you spot a scene that makes you pause. There's a girl with a chair-dominating ass dressed in a school uniform, sitting at a table with a book open in front of her. Her chair seems to be groaning under the weight of her perfectly rounded cheeks, which seem to be bouncing gently as she giggles "You feel good down there, Futaba!"

The sight is so mesmerizing that you almost don't notice the smaller, bright orange hair with large glasses under the table, her face flushed as she tries to push herself away from the chair. You realize with a start that this must be the other busty beauty Kaede had told you about. The poor girl under the chair, Futaba, looks flustered and embarrassed as Makoto's massive thighs trap her in place. Goddamn, you'd never seen thighs that thick in your life. Like perfect pale pillars of flesh, squashing everything beneath them!

Makoto's red-brown eyes sparkle with mischief as she notices your approach, and she winks at you before leaning in closer to Futaba. She whispers something in her ear, making the orange-haired girl's cheeks turn a darker shade of red. You can see the panic in Futaba's eyes as she tries to squirm out from under Makoto, but the grip of the monolithic ass is too tight.

"H-hey, do you know Kaede by any chance?" You ask awkwardly, trying to ignore the squirming Futaba underneath this girl's chair.

Makoto raises an eyebrow, her head tilts to the side slightly, "Ah, Kaede she my girlfriend why do you ask?" she says with a knowing smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement as you realize that you've stumbled into the middle of something private.

"You have a great butt, just like Kaede said," you murmur, trying to keep your voice steady and seductive. Futaba's eyes widen with shock, and she lets out a muffled 'that was awful, man.' Makoto laughs out loud, slapping one meaty thigh.

"Oh, so you're the one she sent, huh?" Makoto says, her grip on the chair's armrests tightening slightly. "Well, I'll be damned. She finally found someone who can appreciate the finer things in life." She winks at you again, her headband bobbing with the movement.

Futaba's voice is muffled by Makoto's butt, but you can still make out the words, "Makoto, stop it!" She's clearly embarrassed, but the squishing noise her face makes as she's sandwiched between the chair and Makoto's body only serves to add to the awkwardness.

"If you wanted me stop, then you shouldn't slap my ass so loudly is public, Futaba!" Makoto said with an angry frown, not moving an inch from her position. The pressure on Futaba's face increases and she let out a small squeak of protest as the massive, underwear-covered cheeks squished down on her even more.

Makoto's gaze locked with yours, and you could see the challenge in her eyes. She was testing you, seeing how far you'll go to prove yourself. You decide to play along, leaning in closer and speaking in a low, seductive tone, "Your ass is absolutely massive, Makoto. It's like two pillows fighting for dominance."

Her smile turns into a smug grin, "Is that right?" she asks, leaning back slightly to give you a better view of her handiwork. Futaba's face is now a deep shade of red, and her eyes are watering. She's trying to push Makoto off, but the other girl isn't budging.

"It's like... it's like two soft, plump pillows fighting for supremacy," you say, getting more into the role. "And it's winning. It's definitely winning."

Makoto laughs, a sound that's surprisingly deep and throaty coming from such a prim and proper-looking girl. She shifts her weight, and Futaba's face disappears even further under the mountain of booty bearing down on it. You can see the wheels turning in Makoto's head as she takes in your words, her expression going from playful to something more... calculated.

"You know," she says, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, "I used to be the student council president at my old school. And let me tell you, it was no walk in the park." She leaned back, finally allowing Futaba to breathe, though the poor girl remained trapped. "There was this one teacher, Suguru Kamoshida..."

Her eyes darken at the mention of the name. You can see the shadows of the past playing across her features, and for a moment, she looks less like a busty schoolgirl and more like a warrior recounting a battle. "He was a monster," she continues, her voice filled with quiet anger. "But no one believed me. They all just called me a prude and a control freak."

Makoto's grip on the chair tightens, her knuckles turning white. "But Kaede," she says, her voice filled with affection, "she was the one who saw through it all. She was the one who helped me take him down. And that's how we started dating."

Her gaze softens as she looks down at Futaba, who's trying to recover her dignity. "And as for you," Makoto says, her voice a mix of amusement and something more.

The air in the library feels charged as the three of you stand there, a strange kind of understanding passing between you. It's clear that Makoto and Kaede have been through something together, something that has bound them in a way that's both intense and intimate. And now, it seems, you're a part of it.

"So," Makoto says, her voice business-like, "now that we've got that out of the way, what's your name, and what's your story?"

You introduce yourself and briefly explain your situation. As you talk, you can't help but feel like you're being sized up, like a piece of meat at a butcher shop. But there's something comforting about it, too. It's like she's deciding whether or not you're worth her time, and for some reason, you want nothing more than to pass her test.

"Well, Shujin," she says finally, her eyes appraising, "you seem... interesting. And if Kaede thinks you're worth it, then I'm willing to give you a chance."

Futaba, now free from the tyranny of Makoto's ass, breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I need to go check out some books, so see you guys later," she said, hurrying off before she was at risk of getting squashed by Makoto's mighty rear again.

"Fine, but don't go thinking that I'm going to join your little harem without proving yourself."

The challenge is clear, but you're ready for it. You've got a whole new world to explore, and if that means navigating the treacherous waters of a harem filled with busty beauties and their secrets, then so be it. You're going to make the most of this opportunity, no matter what it takes.

"I'll do whatever it takes," you say, meeting Makoto's gaze.

Her eyes light up, and she claps her hands together. "Perfect," she says, her smile turning into a full-blown grin. "Then here is my number I'll call when me or Kaede needs help?"

You quickly input the number into your phone, your heart racing as you realize that you've just earned a spot in the good graces of not one, but two of the most beautiful girls in the school. As Makoto stands up, you get a full view of her titanic K-cup breasts, the sweater vest struggling to contain them. Her body is a masterpiece, with a humongous set of mammaries up top... and the biggest, fattest ass and thickest thighs you'd ever seen down below!

She was so jaw-droppingly gorgeous (and mind-blowingly curvy) that just looking at her made you feel a little dizzy.

As if on cue, Kaede walks over, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She takes in the scene with a knowing smile and says, "Looks like you've made a good impression, Shujin."

Makoto nods in agreement, her chest bouncing slightly with the movement. She stands up straight, giving you a full view of her curvy body. " "You do have a way with words. I can see why Kaede picked you."

Kaede saunters over, her hips swaying in a way that makes your mouth water. She looks at you with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Well? Did you find her?"

You nod, your voice thick with excitement. "Yeah, she's... quite the character." You can't help but let your gaze wander over to Makoto's massive chest again. Kaede's smile widens. "She says that she's not going date me, but what about you?" You ask, hopeful.

Kaede laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Well, she might not be ready for a date just yet, but who knows? Maybe if you keep playing your cards right, you might get to see her in a different light." She nudges you gently with her elbow. "But for now, let's focus on getting to know each other better." but before that... "Hey babe, can I sit on your face? My butt already misses having a cushion!

"Of course, my queen!"

"Well, maybe later, Shujin!" Makoto rolls her eyes at Kaede's playfulness, but there's a hint of amusement in her gaze. She takes a step back, giving you a clear view of the chair she's been dominating.

Goddamn, she'd left a couple of planetary craters in the seat cushion, a reminder that she was packing not just a cake, but pretty much the entire bakery!

You watched as Kaede eagerly approached the chair, her eyes never leaving Makoto's ass. There's something almost predatory in the way she moves, like a cat stalking its prey. You can see the anticipation in her face as she climbs up, her thighs rubbing together as she straddles the chair. She winks at you before sitting down, her plush backside spreading out like a throne just waiting to be sat on. An ass so massive it made for an additional seat. What a novel idea!

Makoto, seemingly unfazed by the situation, saunters over and plops down on Kaede's face without any ceremony. The sound of Kaede's muffled moan fills the library, and you can't help but feel your heart race. The sight of Makoto's massive K-cup breasts jiggling slightly with the movement as she gropes Kaede's own huge boobs is incredibly arousing...

But you couldn't let yourself get sucked into the excitement, not now. Walking off to find the other girl; Futaba, you do... but she's with someone else.

Who is it?