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Growing Her Chest…

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Drizma

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Ashido Mina sighed. She shouldn't have been standing in front of the mirror yet again. It was naïve to do so, it wasn't as if what she saw was going to change. Most people would have thought she was vain, spending so much time trying to fuss with and adjust the way that she looked.

Of course, she was pretty, if not beautiful. She did take care with her appearance, surely, but her bubbly nature always shone through, alive with energy. She always seemed to be in motion, whether she was chatting with her friends or focusing on her college studies, the campus always lively with the attention of many other students. There were even those there older than her, though she preferred hanging out with others who were more of her own age.

They…understood her a bit more. For there was a lot of pressure on women to look a certain way, to meet expectations. Even with their powers, part of their studies there to do with their special powers, hers being the ability to form acid, the way that they looked should never have caused such big issues.

No one really says anything about her chest however, but she gets a lot of comments on her pink hair from strangers. People rarely believe Mina when she says that it isn't dyed of course, but she didn't mind that.

And she'd already decided that she was going to do something to fix things with her appearance. No amount of choosing clothes with ruffles on the chest or trying to hide her modest (well, nearly completely flat, to her) chest with her posture was going to do it for her. So, she had to do something about it. Luckily, this long after quirks first emerged, there seemed to be powers for just about anything you can think of.

His name was Michi, A quiet student at the college. He normally kept to himself, but she'd heard that he had the power to alter bodies. Mina managed to find him on the college social media network and get his dorm address. It looked like he had a room and a small suite all to himself. It most likely meant that he had money to splurge, which was not entirely a bad thing.

If they were able to afford the suite by helping others change their bodies…that would explain a lot. For Michi didn't look at all as if he was rich when he cautiously opened the door to Mina. He was looking away, as if he was concerned about letting her into his space. He only opened the door to his room enough for her to enter, not a centimetre more.

“Hey… Are you Ashido Mina?"

He blushed and turned away from the door, fidgeting with his hands. Mina smiled faintly. Maybe he was as embarrassed about the whole thing as she was?

He had short, thick, bronze-coloured hair with a thin black streak, with a little gel in it that gave it a style, though it was not as overt as the other guys she saw around the campus. It was as if he was trying to hide away parts of himself, though that was hardly something that Mina really cared about. It was not as if they were going to be friends in any way, but maybe they could do something for each other.

“Yeah, that's me," she said, chancing a smile, though she was nervous too, anxiety fluttering and bubbling in the pit of her stomach. “And… You can help me, right? Simone said you could change bodies and help me out. I brought money, if that's what you're worried about?"

It was easy for her to act confident and, honestly, it was even easier for Mina once she had started. Most of the time, she was confident and it was easy to find that part of herself again, to forge ahead even though dealt with a very sensitive part of her body and anatomy. Her nerves could not remain forever, after all.

“Yeah… Yeah, I can do that but…I've never done it with someone's…"

Michi blushed and looked away. Mina tried not to rush him, despite his hesitation, as she didn't want to put him off.

“I understand, it is a little sensitive," she said, though she still surreptitiously looked around his small living room, the TV on the wall and the little two-person sofa. “But…I want this. I don't want to go through the rest of my life looking like this and I really need you to help me to change."

Michi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed to be dithering, torn on what to do. So, she pushed the matter a little, taking the money out of her purse and offering it to him.

“Look," she said, nodding gently. There was no point in trying to force his hand, even if a little gentle persuasion was necessary here. “I have the money. You can do this… Make my breasts bigger. Please… Will you do this for me, Michi?"

She couldn't have known that Michi had other reasons for agreeing to change her as he nodded (and even managed to offer her a shy smile in return), but it didn't matter. They were both okay with it, and the money would indeed help Michi enjoy his quiet lifestyle, taking more space to himself in his private little dorm where he didn't have to share with anyone else.

“Okay," he said, taking the money from her and tucking it away without even bothering to count it, as if he trusted her regardless. “I'll need to put you to sleep to use my powers and your…chest won't grow instantly. I don't want to hurt you… Is that okay?"

She clapped her hands together, trying to contain her joy, even though her nerves were still there, trying to throttle her excitement.

“Yes! Yes, that is definitely okay. Should I sit down, lie down… What do you want me to do?"

Michi guided her to lie down on the sofa, though she had to tuck her legs up a little to fit. He helped her get comfortable, even putting a pillow behind her back for her, though Mina smiled. It was nice that he was so caring.

“Is that buzzing?" She asked, furrowing her brow. “That sounds…strange."

“Yes, don't worry," he said. “Relax… Everything will be easy."

She nodded and leaned back, allowing her eyes to close as the buzzing grew a little louder, like a fly insistently swatting a windowpane. Mina did not realise that he was guiding her into a trance, though Michi was skilled with his powers, despite his caution in using them.

It was easy, even then, for her to let him murmur, the words washing over her. It sounded like a chant, though it was unfamiliar to her. To use her powers, she didn't have to speak or anything like that, though he seemed to need to do that.

It was simple for her to do, once she had given over the money, though she was completely unaware of what was happening to her and her body while she was asleep. Michi, however, didn't want to hurt her, no, not at all. Her body was something to be revered and he didn't even touch her while she was asleep, merely holding his hands over her and letting the trembling vibrations of his power infuse her, concentrating on her chest.

“Ashido Mina," he said softly. “You are hypnotised. Nod if you can hear me."

It was not a true slumber, after all, not for the purpose of changing her. She nodded faintly, just tipping her head, though she would not remember anything of his hypnosis once she woke again.

There was a faint buzzing noise… A sense of something slipping into her, as if her skin was absorbing something. Mina relaxed more, her head slipping back. There was nothing for her to do, not as he tranced her, merely lifting a finger or nodding whenever he checked in with her. It felt like a dream and yet the memory of it would be stored in the back of her mind, filed away if it ever needed to be retrieved.

The memory would not need to be retrieved, however. His power eased into her, warmth centring around her breasts, flowing into her, pumping and throbbing as if they were growing even then. Ah, but that would take time, yes… It would take much more time than she had expected, though the results would be beyond Mina's wildest imaginings.

All in all, the process of him using his powers on her was a non-event. Even Mina was surprised when he woke her up, kindly fetching her a glass of water and even some cookies from a cupboard in the kitchen when he saw she was a little woozy.

“Oof…"

It felt a little as if she was sick and not so at the same time? But she was grateful for what he'd done, even though she looked down at her breasts immediately and tugged her T-shirt down, trying to see if they looked any larger. Of course, she wasn't going to just hitch her shirt up to check out her breasts right there and then… Not in front of Michi!

“It's okay, take your time."

He brushed her arm that time as he retreated, his smile a little more genuine, not as nervous as it had been before. Maybe he was getting more comfortable with her?

Mina surveyed him quietly, drinking her water. Did he have a crush on her? Hm… Michi was a nice guy, though she didn't know him well yet. And he did have some pretty cool powers… Perhaps she was amiss for dismissing him before? It was not as if they had ever really talked before either, so she didn't have any frame of reference to go on.

That could change. Mina would have to see, bit by bit, what would happen there. She was disappointed that her breasts did not change immediately but he assured her that that would happen in time and that she could always come back if she wanted her breasts to be bigger still.

“I've never done anything quite like this before," he confessed as she left, smiling sheepishly. “I don't know if I did enough to make it all…as you want it. I hope…"

He shook his head, clearly not quite having the confidence to finish his sentence, but that was okay. He didn't have to be bold for her, because, at that point, they really just were acquaintances.

Nothing more than that.

Yet she headed back to her dorm room and checked herself out in the mirror, taking her T-shirt off finally and turning back and forth, from one side to the other, trying to take in her profile. Did they look a little bit bigger?

“Hm…"

She was alone there, so she could take her time, which was really all that Mina wanted to do at the moment, even if the whole thing still felt pretty awkward to her.

How long will it take? Days? Weeks?

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Truthfully, not even Michi had known. But that was okay.

Because Mina got results quicker than she could have anticipated…

The next day, she woke up with a new weight on her chest. It was only marginal, but after she had spent so much time fixating on it, it only made sense that she would instantly notice that something had changed. She shot upright in bed, scrambling out of her sheets, and darted to the bathroom. Thankfully, she only had to share that bathroom with her dorm mate, even if it was ridiculously small. College life sure was a revelation, but she could be glad that she wasn't in a larger dorm with more people. There were some small blessings to be had.

“Oh!"

She stopped in front of the bathroom mirror, and turned back and forth, a smile tugging at her lips. Yes! It was only a little but her breasts were definitely bigger! She even felt as if she had to set her body and her back a little differently, to take the weight of them, though that might have just been her adjusting to it. The change in her breasts was not something, after all, that her body had had the chance to adjust to slowly and gracefully, considering how she had practically thrust it upon herself.

She wondered if others would notice and pressed her fingers to her lips, eyes dancing. She traced the fingers of her free hand over her nipples, shivering at the touch. Were they more sensitive too? Oh, that one was probably just in her head…

But they were growing and she had Michi to thank for that! It'll feel a bit awkward thanking him, but she'd want to let him know just how much he'd changed her life. In giving her what she had wanted since she had stopped developing breasts naturally, she could finally feel a little more at home in herself. It was as if the image she had of “Mina" in her head finally matched the one in the mirror, seeing how she wanted to look.

And that was a beautiful thing, even if it was something that would only ever affect Mina.

She took a moment to rub her breasts, pressing her fingers into them, testing out just how soft the flesh was there, how much more they allowed her fingers to indent into the warm, supple skin. Of course, there wasn't much more to be toyed with, not yet, but that would come in time.

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Mina tried to carry on as normal, though she kept fidgeting and trying to adjust her clothes while she was supposed to be listening to lectures. She couldn't even focus when she was getting special training on her acid. But by now, she could control her power enough that she didn't need to worry about it much.

It did not matter… She would see just where the world and her studies took her, with her breasts growing to their proper size, a little more with every day that passed.

The changes came slowly but noticeably to her. She practically trembled with pleasure when she was changing her clothes to head to the gym and realised that her T-shirt was sitting a little differently. The rest of her body stayed the same, because she had only asked him to change her breasts. Mina was not to know that the influence of his power stretched further than what either of them had intended. She did not know that he had made it so she would not feel hurt either from the growth of her breasts, even if she would have to adjust her posture and feel some strain.

Her shirt rode up a fraction higher the next day and, the day after that, then exposed a sliver of her belly. She wore shorter T-shirts more often than not, preferring to not have a lot of extra fabric hanging down around her hips and thighs, but she would certainly have to change her fashion sense a bit now that her breasts were growing.

By the time that a week had passed, they had gone from barely an A-cup, (if she was being generous) to a nice, large B-cup. They felt like the biggest breasts of all to her, as if she was carrying so much more weight on her chest than before, even though it was a fairly moderate chest size, to be fair. It was just a big change for her, enough of a change that she could barely stop herself from touching her breasts when she was alone.

It was just so different. Just to have something on her chest that she could feel the weight of and even move around slightly. If she pressed her fingers above her breasts and the heel of her hand below her nipples, she could move them back and forth, the skin having stretched faintly to accommodate the new breasts. Or had it grown?

There was a light sense of strain there, as if her body was being forced to accommodate something that it did not quite understand. Probably as it was an outside influence that had poured power into her, so it would take some time for her body to catch up with that.

She donned her crop top for the gym one day, pleased at just how she filled it out, though the pink fabric came down lower than a sports bra would have. She still wanted to dress a little more modestly. Yet she was not prepared for the fact that the bra she was wearing underneath was no longer effective at containing her breasts, letting them bounce lightly as she ran on the treadmill.

“Oof…"

She tried not to make a face as her crop top pulled over her chest, her breasts bouncing up and down lightly. She had not realised that there would be a pull and a strain on her back as she ran with them! But there was not much she could do about that, not if she wanted to continue with her workout, even though she had thought about doing some weightlifting and quieter stretching that day too. It could be a better option, considering that she was struggling, but a part of Mina revelled in the feel of it, of knowing that she was getting closer and closer to where she wanted to be.

And who cared if others saw it as vain?

She was bold enough to go for drinks with the other college students, though she had not enjoyed the drinking culture there so far, preferring to drink non-alcoholic drinks. Mina didn't like the idea of not being in control and liquor would do that to her, one way or another. She would rather talk to people but she wanted to be a little more social with a wider group of people, not only with her usual crowd.

For going out that weekend, she wore a top with a V-neck to show off her growing cleavage, which was already too large for the interim bras she had brought, not knowing just how big her chest was going to get. Mina had never really needed to wear a bra before and now the feel of the cloth tugging and pulling over her bare breasts was almost uncomfortable and, otherwise, euphoric.

“Mina! Have you done something different with your hair? You look so much brighter, you're glowing!"

In the little bar, which was frequented by students, another woman with rosy cheeks smiled, genuinely complimenting her. Mina could not help but smile – though she wouldn't say that the reason she looked different was because of her chest!

“Thank you!" She grinned. “I have been using some new skin cream… You're Uraraka from my Wednesday class, aren't you? I should have said hi sooner!"

They noticed her and she was even more comfortable and confident, all because of her new, larger breasts.

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As her confidence grew, she settled into herself more and more. However, even after that weekend, her breasts continued to grow. Her breasts grew all the way up into full C-cups that challenged her when she was just lying in bed, as the weight of them tried to follow gravity regardless of how she was lying, tugging with the shift of her body.

“Urgh…"

Mina could not be too annoyed by the small problems that her breasts were causing, even when they squashed lightly together as she rolled onto her right side. It was interesting to her to press them down with her arm, even though she was wearing an oversized night shirt to sleep in. She squashed her breasts together by pressing her biceps in on either side of her chest, feeling how her cleavage showed, the line between her breasts when they touched something entirely unknown to her before.

Happy with the C-cup breasts, for she didn't think they were going to grow much more after three weeks had passed, she headed back to Michi to thank him. She didn't bother texting him beforehand, wanting to surprise him, and dressed in a modest dress that came down to her knees. It was a new dress, for Mina was confident that her breasts were not going to grow too much more and had splashed out. That dress was yellow, with a flowery pattern all over it, a ribbon tied at the waist to give it a cinched, shaped look, light-hearted and joyful, just the sort of thing that she wanted to wear. The big difference in it, however, even as it flowed and danced around her thighs, was that it had a nice, scooped neck to show off her new chest.

She even thought that she looked more womanly too, as if the size of her breasts made everything else about her settle into place more easily, giving her a slight hourglass figure. Her hips, after all, had always been wider than her chest previously.

“Knock-knock, Michi!"

He answered the door to a changed young woman, beaming from ear to ear as she did a little spin for him, the dress flipping lightly around her legs.

“Look!" She said proudly, even though it had not been Mina who had, in fact, done anything that time. “Look how well it worked – thank you! Thank you so much!"

Michi blushed more obviously that time, the red clear in his cheeks, though there was no embarrassment at all in her as she practically showed off her grown chest to him. It was his work after all, even if it was a vulnerable and intimate part of her body, and he deserved to see it. She even kind of liked him glancing at her chest, as if he was struggling to keep his eyes on the “right" place, constantly looking between her breasts and her face.

“Oh, wow… Mina, that's… That's really no problem at all," he said, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his neck, giving her a shy smile. “That's so good that it worked well for you, this is new to me… I didn't think…"

He trailed off, however, as Mina put her hands behind her back and leaned forward, trying to accentuate her chest a little more. It was not as if she needed to, for everything was as she wanted, the new bra cupping and supporting her breasts perfectly, everything set in just the right place. She caught his eye mischievously and swayed back and forth, just to make the long skirt of the dress wave around her legs.

“I didn't know you could really do something like this," she said, briefly licking her lower lip, so quickly that Michi might have thought that he imagined it. “And it's beyond anything I expected, really, this is so impressive, Michi!"

She flirted slightly, testing the waters and finding them warm for her. It was comfortable to praise him, to see the heat, once again, rise to his cheeks, getting redder when she thought that he could not possibly turn a darker shade.

But there was no time to dig into things further, even though Mina had his number. For later, of course…

And perhaps she would see just where her appreciation for Michi went. There was no harm in any of it, after all, as long as everyone was happy.

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Her body, however, still changed. Her thighs were larger, definitely so, and she frowned a little at her body in the mirror. That was strange. She had definitely had to build a little more muscle on her back after a month had passed, her breasts swelling again, seeming much larger throughout a single night. They seemed to be roughly D-cups but she didn't have anything at home to measure them with, only the span of her chest, which was thirty-four inches around with a tape measure. It might even grow a little larger, though she hoped very much that she did not end up between back sizes, the number that came before the cup size, because that would make it awkward to find underwear.

Maybe I'm eating a bit too much, and drinking, she thought, reflecting on her life recently. I have been going out more… It's just so much fun to wear new clothes and do things… Not that I couldn't do things before…but I just want to do more things now!

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That was fair, though, in that case, she'd need to head to the gym more and go on a light diet to make sure she was more careful with what she was putting in her body. Running too much on the treadmill might bulk up the muscle in her legs a bit more, but that wasn't too much of a concern for her. It would be reducing her food intake, which would be a shame, that would do to help her slim down again if she had put on some weight. Mina wasn't much one for checking her weight on scales, never liking to put numbers to her body.

Mina trimmed down what she was eating a little more so that she had healthier food in her diet, though nothing changed. Her breasts didn't seem to be contained by any sports bra, even though she bought a bigger size and one that was supposed to offer better support. She couldn't keep on buying new clothes all the time! Just when were her breasts going to get smaller?

Her breasts were much softer than before, as they grew and changed, very jiggly, as if her flesh reacted to the rolling rhythm of her walking by bouncing more with every day that passed. When she did not wear a bra (because she did not have one in the correct size or had to wash the ones that fit her chest), her nipples slid enticingly against her shirt, making her breath hitch. It was so hard to focus when lust demanded her attention, the sensitivity of her nipples making them far more of an erogenous zone than they had been before.

She huffed and puffed on the elliptical at the gym, trying to get a more even pace on it than she had on the treadmill. She'd hoped that using that machine would stop her breasts from bouncing too much, but even the shift of the sports bra that she had managed to wrestle her chest into, which was all she wore on her upper body at the gym, was uncomfortable for her. Her breasts just seemed to have a mind of their own, heavy and bouncing, jolting in directions that seemed random – though that was just the motion of her body on the elliptical.

She didn't have the experience to predict where her breasts were going to go but there was a rolling heave to them with every step she took. Mina puffed and shook her head, conscious that some were looking at her in the college gym, though they did not let their stares linger for long. That was a good thing; everyone was pretty considerate there.

Mina decided to focus a little more on her diet and walking to take care of the slight bit of extra pudge on her body, considering how difficult running had become. However, her breasts were up to D-cups (by that time, she had found a way to measure them) and her nipples had even gotten puffier around the edges.

“What the…"

Later, in the shower, with a hot stream of water running over her and her hair plastered warmly flat to her scalp, she rubbed her breasts, tentatively pressing into her nipples with her fingertips. They had never been like that before, though they seemed flatter, the nipple part of them less defined where there would have been a small, pert bud before.

“Why's this part of it?" She said to herself, taking the privacy of the tiny shower in hand. “I don't… I don't understand."

Perhaps I should head back to talk to Michi again. He might know if his powers have gone a little weird.

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She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, grunting when the sore muscles in her back strained and pulled lightly. It was uncomfortable to have a larger chest and she just wasn't changing in the rest of her body quickly enough to catch up with it. When she had never had a chest of that size before, it was rather tricky for her to adjust when it was all something happening at a tiny, minuscule level in her body – however noticeable it was for her.

That didn't mean that it didn't feel good either, her body holding the strain of her new breasts, however they bounced, even though she was concerned by the growth. In the shower, she shifted her weight, pressing her fingers into the seductively soft flesh of her chest, leaving soft impressions in her flesh before it immediately sprang back into a natural, smooth form, her body well hydrated.

“Mmm…"

She blushed faintly as she played with the weight of her breasts, though there was no one there, Mina in private, to see it. Jiggling them in her hands, she tried to let her mind wander further.

But she couldn't get her mind off Michi and Mina huffed, leaning back against the cool of the shower wall, though the cubicle was tiny. It was something that they had put in at the request of the college students, though she couldn't honestly see how it made much difference when it was so small in there that it would have been a challenge for her to even shave her legs.

Michi…

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She moaned softly, his name on her lips. Her mind just wanted to come back to him, again and again, and she rocked her hips lightly from the left to the right, her hand running down her body from her breasts. Of course, her other hand immediately went to her chest instead, circling her nipples with the tip of a finger, marvelling weirdly at how different everything in her body was.

“Mmmm…"

She would not say anything, but she would enjoy it. There was nothing else for her to do as she tried to keep herself as quiet as possible, huffing and panting, a hand sliding between her legs. Mina knew how to get herself off quickly, but it was harder than ever to keep herself quiet that day, her whole body was trembling as if something big had changed.

And nothing would ever be the same again. Her fingers worked away but it was only Michi on her mind as she masturbated, pleasuring herself like she had never done before. Her breasts were so sensitive that even the water trickling over them from the shower, while she tried to briefly press herself out of the heated stream, stimulated them like tiny currents of electricity tingling all over her breasts.

They were larger still by then, bigger than D-cups, though Mina had given up trying to measure and keep up with their swelling growth. She was just going to have to live with it until she could see Michi and check if…

Mmm… Ohhhh…

Mina's mind, however, was far from set as she allowed pleasure, glorious delight, to overwhelm her. Every sway of her body sent her breasts jiggling along with the shift of her weight, ripples rolling tenderly through her new flesh while her fingers gripped into her left breast. She was barely even aware of what she was doing, seeing only Michi's shy smile in her mind's eye, orgasm overwhelming her. It was what anyone would have expected from masturbation, the soft art of self-pleasure, yet it still caught her off-guard, as if she had already fallen head over heels for someone whose part in her life she still did not quite understand.

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She pleasured herself more after that day but didn't have the nerve to go and see him when she did a rough measurement of her breasts to find out that they had grown past E-cups to F-cups. They were just so big, so heavy, forcing her to adjust her posture as she walked. She was struggling to find underwear in her size in the nearby stores, so instead of using bras she started wearing a tight vest top with built-in support underneath her usual clothes. It had been stretched out over her breasts, however, and would never again return to its normal shape.

Others had figured out that she'd had “something" done to her breasts by that point – but that really was the least of Mina's worries. They were so big… They were almost out of control! How did anyone with breasts that large deal with them?

It wasn't as if there were no sweeter delights to be had with her breasts though, as Mina kept posing and checking out her breasts, hardly able to believe that they were a part of her body. No matter how she controlled her diet, however, or how often she walked and went to the gym, the thicker plushness around her thighs did not melt away as she had expected it to either. If anything, her legs seemed to grow even softer and more feminine, a little more weight in her backside and her calves too. That could have been Mina's imagination, because she kept running her hands over different parts of her body, convinced that she was gaining a little softness there too.

She looked good… But she knew when her breasts reached a G-cup that it had gone too far. As nervous as she was (for different reasons than she had been originally), she couldn't put off seeing Michi again.

Although, she kind of wanted to see him again. Was that weird? Mina shook her head and bit her lip a little as she, once again, tried to get a nice shirt to sit right on her chest. She loved the look of it – but she didn't love all the other effects that came right along with having larger breasts, if she was entirely honest with herself. Her thighs… Well, they were kind of nice, even if she had not expected them to be like that, plump and so soft that she could sink her fingers into them, though no one at all looking at her would have ever considered them fat. She merely had a different shape to her body.

“I hope I don't have to let you go…"

She sighed, staring wistfully into the mirror, adjusting her shirt where it was hitching up high over her lower belly, showing off her belly button and the waistband of the grey shorts she was wearing on the bottom. Her breasts made the shirt expose more than she wanted to show off that day, though Mina supposed that the weather was more than warm enough to get away with it. However, the shirt hung down further in the back than the front, due to her breasts, because the swell of them assumed more space. The back of the neck on the shirt, however, seemed to press more against the rear side of her neck than her shirts had before, all as her breasts stretched out her T-shirt with the funky sunshine print and would, likely, render it unusable once she had slightly smaller breasts again.

She wasn't all that sure about going backwards, and getting smaller breasts, when it came to her chest, but it would be easier. Just to a D-cup, perhaps, while she let her body adjust. If Michi could make her breasts larger then he could certainly make them smaller again, if only by a small amount.

Her worry sent her back to Michi, though the worry twisted into anger, heat in her cheeks and neck, clawing at her as if she was not in control of herself. She didn't even let Michi open the door fully before she was barging in past him, and did not see him push a button, a faint, barely even noticeable buzzing sound rising around her.

“Michi!"

She spun on her heel, her bright air gone, her lips pressed into a hard line. Mina needed that clenching of her jaw merely to steady herself, though the finger that she pointed at Michi shook more than she would have liked it to.

“I want answers!" She said, her voice taking on a subtle hint of a plaintive note, betraying her concern under the surface-level anger. “Why are they getting…so big? Did you do this!?"

She didn't know what else to ask, as angry as she was flustered; she shook her head and folded her arms. Well, she tried to cross them across her chest, but her breasts got in the way. …She still thought the rubbing of her arms over them felt really good... But she tried not to let that show. It was hard to appear cool, calm, collected and completely in control when her breasts were so large that she couldn't afford to get new clothes without knowing if they were going to last for long enough! There was even a split in her shirt between her breasts, where the strained, stretched fabric was giving up. Most of the time, her shirts ripped over the shoulder seams and under the arms where the fabric was put under the most pressure.

“Uh, well… I…"

But she couldn't focus on what Michi was saying, even though she was aware that there was still a stream of angry words bubbling from her lips like water from the creek. It was just…hazy, yes, all kind of hazy. Everything was drifting, wobbly on her feet – and suddenly Michi's hand was on her arm, taking her weight, steadying her.

She didn't understand what was happening.

“Hey now… Are you okay?"

She paused, running out of steam. Blinking several times, Mina tried to concentrate, though nothing came into focus as she wanted it to.

Again, that buzzing noise sounded, agitating her ears.

“Oof…"

She tilted to the side, leaning on the wall, not wanting to put all of her weight on Michi. But he was so warm and so close to her… That was kind of nice too.

“Here."

Michi suddenly took charge, though in a kind, firm way. Taking her by the elbow, he led her to the sofa – or, at least, he tried to. She couldn't move, her legs weak, and she was vaguely aware of Michi sweeping her up into his arms.

Oh, he's strong…

_ _

She tried to stay angry, but her anger faded. It was nice that he was strong and able to look after her.

Still, she mumbled a protest, trying to lift her hand, to tell him that she was certainly capable of taking care of herself. Even if she was not at that time, it was embarrassing to be handled like a child, as if she was much smaller and weaker than she actually was. With one of his arms under her knees and the other behind her back, he carried her like a gentleman to his sofa to sit down. Unfortunately, Mina slumped mostly to the side, against one of the big cushions there.

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“Listen to me, Mina, everything is okay… Just slip down again, yes… Listen to the sound of my voice, just like we did when I was taking care of your chest for you… The first time. I'll help."

His voice shook a little bit and her heart skipped a beat for him. He had to be scared for her too… Oh, that was sweet of him. But she didn't know what Michi was really doing, not as she drifted there, her jaw relaxing to allow a softer smile onto her lips.

Everything was fine there, his voice rolling over her, making her want to lean into it when it dropped an octave.

“Your breasts…" He said, as she listened intently. “You love them. You adore your new breasts. You asked me for these breasts… I made them bigger for you. Big and bouncy, so sensitive… Even more sensitive than before. Every time you think of your breasts, you will become a little more attracted to me."

He took a deep, shuddering breath that she would have asked him about if she had been in her right mind. Yet, Mina was not.

“Naturally, of course…"

She didn't know what that meant, but she nodded lightly, her eyelids drooping, half-closed. Yes, yes… Everything was okay, everything was alright. He was trancing her and he was taking care of her and wasn't that so very sweet of him?

“Your back will not feel sore even in the slightest anymore, Mina, I'm sorry… There will be no more strain at all on your back, your back will now be fully strengthened and your posture will be corrected, as it was before. Everything physically will come more easily to you again and you'll feel comfortable. Does your body accept this?"

“Yes…"

She breathed the word. Yes. Yes, that made sense. Comfort… Safety… All with Michi.

“Nothing more with your breasts will trouble you. You are now free to love them, not forced. Enjoy them. Enjoy your body. Do you accept this?"

Her eyelids fluttered.

“Mmm… Yes."

It felt right to agree. She understood. She agreed. All was well with the world. And Michi was looking after her, taking care of her… If Mina had not been tranced, she would have wondered just how things had changed so much between them. Frankly, however, it was not something that was ever meant to be her concern.

Yet what Mina did not know or understand was that things changed at that moment, Michi interfering with her memory, tampering with powers that not even he had let on about to anyone else. For his powers went far beyond merely changing the body of a person and she was about to experience it all first-hand…

But she would not mind, no.

“You have had a crush on me," he said, letting her swim through the trance, more and more, deeper and deeper. “For a while… It started slowly and built and built, just like the crush I have on you. We've talked and we've grown closer… And now we want to see where things go, with each other."

Michi took a deep breath and Mina remained there, nodding faintly.

“And then you will fall in love with me. You will remember nothing of this trance, you will remember nothing of this conversation… Do you understand, Mina?"

“Yes."

The word came easily from her lips, her subconscious mind answering for her, even though she did not fully understand, not with her conscious, waking mind. But his words sank in, changing her psyche, adding memories where there had not been any before.

“And…now…in one minute…awaken."

He stepped back from her to make it appear that he had not been doing anything to her as she blinked, the blurry scene of the living area of his dorm room coming into focus. There was a picture on the wall opposite her, above the small TV he had, something that looked like it was him with his family. She was too bleary and woozy to move, however, or even ask questions, well rested, however.

Michi, however, was there and she smiled at him, yawning and stretching her arms out above her head as if she was coming back to the waking world after nothing more than a long, deep sleep. She must have been there…yes…seeing Michi… And then fallen asleep? She remembered, dimly, him asking her to come over to see a movie, then falling asleep, as she'd thought. He must have been getting the food ready.

Oh, she was silly!

As she arched out her back a bit more, pushing her chest forward. She smiled down at her chest, rubbing her breasts, through her shirt, with her hands, the nipples big enough that she could pinch them through her shirt. The weight of them was nice as she lifted both of her breasts, one breast in each hand, and let them fall again, just watching them jiggle.

She caught a darker blush creeping down Michi's neck and swallowed a giggle. Oh, it was so easy to make him blush – and she liked it too! He smiled at her and headed off into the kitchen, saying something about getting them some snacks so that they could carry on watching the movie together.

It was strange how things had come to be between them, she thought softly, playing a little with her chest – that was all okay, considering that they were together, right? In all honesty, more than a little of what Mina was doing was purely to get his attention, shifting her weight back and forth, rolling her chest out with a sexy arch of her back, though everything felt better than before.

She'd liked Michi for so long too… So long that she could not honestly remember a time when she had not liked him. She'd seen his picture in the group chat for new students to their college and, well…that had been it for her. Apparently.

It had been easy to fall for him, for there was an awful lot to like about Michi as he had helped her with her studies and shown her the best places around the campus to get coffee too. That had been appreciated, even though she didn't drink too much coffee and preferred green tea, though it had surely not taken him long at all to learn her preferences.

Michi set the food that he had been preparing down on the small table for them.

She smiled, shaking her head and tucking a stray strand of pink hair back behind her ear. But he wasn't paying attention to her, not in the way that she wanted him to, as he slipped back onto the sofa with her.

“Here, I made us some popcorn," he said, smiling as he offered it to her. “And some bao buns, if you'd like them. They're warm out of the steamer."

He smiled and she would have swooned…if she wasn't interested in something else.

“Mhm… Always when it's your cooking!"

She giggled faintly. He always made the best food, though she hadn't had too much food made by Michi yet. It was well-known around their peer group that he often cooked and brought in his own lunches to eat during the day of studying and attending classes. And it always smelled so good! Whether it was curry or noodles or a rice-based dish…

She'd have to ask him to teach her how to cook sometime. Then they could spend even more time together…

“I'm always hungry," she said softly, though her voice did not quite drop into a seductive tone, not then, playing it safe as her heart beat a little more quickly. “But…"

She eased over his lap, swinging her legs over his so that she was sitting across his legs, though she caught how Michi startled a little bit, as if he was not quite expecting her to do that. Mina could not help but laugh again as she squirmed in his lap, trying to tell him what she wanted without actually using words. It felt too overt to be that forward and she wanted Michi to be the one to make the first move, to be the one to take her, even though she had a vague sense that something had changed between them.

She only hoped that it was a good thing…

But it had to be, if it involved Michi. It was just too cute to see him blush and try to avoid looking directly at her – especially at her chest. The rise of her breasts exposed her lower stomach but, of course, she didn't bother trying to cover up, not when she was trying to get his attention. He took a tiny step as his hand rested on her thigh – closer to her knee than she would have liked it, though it was still a step in the right direction.

She turned his face towards her, taking his chin lightly between her fingers. It was a bit forward for her, but, well…she just wanted him to look at her. And to look at her properly, taking her in. They hadn't really done anything…not yet. But she wanted it and Mina didn't yet know how to make sense of the fluttering of her heartbeat, how it leapt and jittered, as if something deeper was trying to draw up inside her.

Maybe that was love… But Mina didn't know quite yet. She just wanted to find out, bit by bit, all with Michi.

“Michi," she said, putting her arms around his neck too so that she nestled in close to him. “What are you thinking about?"

“Er…"

He still seemed to stumble over his words with her, though that was cute. It was cute that he was shy with her too, but Michi couldn't be shy forever, no. She just wanted him to be forward and open with her, all so that they could be closer than ever. And that meant emotionally, not just physically! She wanted him to take control and take the lead, even if she enjoyed teasing him too.

She squirmed in closer while he fumbled with his words, obviously pressing her breasts against his arm and around to his chest too. It was impossible for her not to be that close to him when her breasts were as large as they were, so very easily filling the space before her.

“Michi…" She breathed. “I… I've really liked you for a long time, you know."

He smiled, the blush still on his cheeks, though she chanced that he was a little bit more confident than he had been before. That was good… A very good thing, in fact!

“I know, Mina," he said, stroking her face with his hand, though he seemed to be very consciously avoiding her chest, as difficult as that was to do.

Why did she have to persuade him so much as to what she wanted? It was as if he was holding back, gauging her every reaction. Mina clicked her tongue impatiently against the roof of her mouth. Well, maybe it would have to be here that pressed on, showing him exactly what she wanted from him…

“Oh!"

Yet Michi came through just in time as she sat upright on top of him, sliding her thick thighs so that they framed his nicely, easing down into the sofa on either side of his legs. As she knelt there, she'd been able to go in for a kiss when his lips crushed into hers and his hands finally landed in the small of her back.

It was not that touch that made her gasp aloud, however, but when his hands slid down lower, groping her backside. His fingers dug into the plumper, firmer flesh there, muscle from the gym helping to round out her ass nicely, and she moaned, pushing back into his chest. A part of Mina wished that he was touching her breasts, which she had been trying to entice him with all along, but maybe he was more of a butt guy. That would make sense…

Though she was not to be disappointed as he kissed her deeply, not waiting for permission; that permission, however, had already well enough been given. She leaned into the kiss hungrily, taking in as much of him as she possibly could, her heart beating more and more wildly. It was as if she couldn't control it, though perhaps it was not to be controlled, letting everything flow and move naturally. From the rocking grind of her hips up against him to the catch of their breath as their lips parted briefly and they tilted their heads the opposite ways, it was never something that Mina was at all supposed to overthink.

So, she just allowed it to be, bit by bit, sinking increasingly deeply into his hold as her breasts rubbed against his chest. Grunting into his mouth, she tried to pass off the heat in her body as just arousal, though there was a little tantalising shyness there, perhaps even embarrassment. She'd never had her big breasts grinding up against someone before, though she wanted it even more than before, putting an arch into her lower back so that she could slide her breasts up and down, if only a little.

Her range of motion, after all, was limited there as she panted against his mouth, head spinning pleasantly. Why had they waited so long to enjoy each other? Oh, maybe he had just been trying to be a gentleman and be respectful to her, though it was hard for her to say, one way or the other.

And it didn't matter either as she gripped his shoulders to anchor herself there, feeling as if she needed something, even his body, to stabilise herself there. Everything was so faint, as if she wasn't rooted there in the moment, but it was a good thing, in that case, that she had Michi there to hold her, to steady her, even though it was his hands that didn't seem to know whether they wanted to rest on her arse or her tits at any given time.

She didn't mind that. It was nice, exceedingly so, to have his fingers and palms gripping and groping her G-cup breasts, how they squashed out from the narrow span that remained between their bodies. Mina panted softly, trying to get enough air into her lungs, and rolled against him once again, feeling his need rise.

Oh, how she needed it… Yes, she did, she had wanted him for so long, though he did more than enough playing with her breasts for her amusement.

“Mmm… Oh, Michi…"

“Ah… Mina… I… Are you…"

He didn't seem to know quite how to get the words out, though he tried all the same, his smile settling on something a little more confident as he pushed her back from him – only a little. Michi just seemed to want to get at her breasts a little more, rubbing his thumbs over them, feeling her puffy nipples through the fabric. Of course, she hadn't worn a bra that day simply because she had, admittedly, wanted to show off to him – though that was hardly a bad thing. Her heart surged. Everything had come off the way she wanted it to anyway, the closeness she had with Michi expanding into something so much more…

He pushed her shirt up, enjoying her body, and her head spun with raw delight. She'd never known that things could feel so stark and delightful, as if every nerve ending in her body was prickling with heat. She was so hot but that heat concentrated on her breasts and between her legs, furtively squeezing her thighs in around his, for that was one of few parts of his body that she could clench around.

So far, at least…

Yet the moment was their own to take as Mina finally took Michi in her arms and let him take her to the bedroom. All to finally bring their relationship to the next level, leaving the food that he had prepared on the little table before the sofa, though it would be much enjoyed later.

They had other things, in the meantime, to enjoy beforehand.

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Michi woke the next morning, blinking hazily, stretching out his still-naked body under the sheets. Everything had come through as he had wanted, even if he had had to tamper with her memory a bit. Michi had thought that she might be a little attracted to him but he was still testing what he could do with his powers. That required him to experiment to test the limits of his powers, bit by bit. It was just that the chance to do so with someone that he already cared about didn't so often present itself to him, one way or the other.

And Mina… Wow. She was beautiful just the way she was, but he had been too excited to fulfil her request and give her the big, heaving breasts that she had wanted. Of course, she hadn't wanted to go quite as far as what he had ended up giving her, but she had liked it all in the end, right? Her larger breasts had changed things and Michi was so sure that the reason that she hadn't been all that keen on her larger chest had been due to how swift the changes had been. Even though they had taken place over several weeks, it was still a lot for a body to deal with in the meantime, which couldn't be helped.

Like gaining weight…but just in one specific part of her body. It had thrown her off and Michi was glad, at least, that he had, in some small way, been able to help her with that.

And she was right there for him, though his thoughts did not need to stay on her forever, no. Not when Mina and her physical body were both there before him, right there, so close that he could reach out and touch her. With a smile tugging sleepily at his lips, he reached for her, the tousled mess of her pink hair so endearing in the early morning light. It was too early for them to get up, however, and he merely drew her in against him, pulling her closer.

“Mmmm…"

Mina mumbled in her sleep, rolling to face him, and Michi relished in the feeling of her breasts squishing lightly against his chest. She was so warm, even in sleep, and she nestled in close to him as if that was all she wanted to do, in sleep and the waking world. That was just what he wanted to feel, taking in all the little parts of her that he had not been able to pay attention to before, even though he had been watching her from a distance for quite some time.

He just hadn't dared to start anything between them, which was, perhaps, his failing in some way. Only a small way, as everything had worked out, though the unconventional tale appealed to Michi more.

He held her tightly, curious as to how hard he could hold her without Mina waking up again. He wanted to let her sleep for as long as possible, even the tickle of her nipples against his chest was an oddly intoxicating feeling, something that he wanted to lean into and perhaps even nudge his knee between her legs to part them gently. There were so many things that Michi could do that he had not had the chance to before, yet he was determined to take in every last little thing.

So, it was with his new girlfriend Ashido Mina, in his arms that he drifted straight back to sleep, comfortable in the early morning with nothing in particular to do, or anywhere to be that day. Which was the best kind of day, quite frankly, even for a student at college.

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When he woke once more, she was no longer in bed with him and his heart panged with longing for her. Of course, Mina was not far, the bedroom door cracked open so that a sliver of brighter light slipped in from the hallway beyond, the sounds of breakfast cooking in the small kitchen, which was a part of his living space, emanating through. It sounded like she had something sizzling on the stove and maybe some bread toasting too, for he was sure that he had heard it make that distinctive popping noise.

Either way, he was exactly where he wanted to be, licking his lips curiously, wondering what she was going to wear for him that day.

And for herself, of course. For it was high time that Ashido Mina stepped into who she was, taking herself in hand and enjoying expressing herself with the body that she had always wanted.

Now, there was nothing to hold her back from growing even more.