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Kokoro no Kouyuu

There was an irony in the fact that it was a physics class that went unnoticed as the students stared out the window. Were they paying any attention at all to Professor Ishikawa's lecture, they would have known that they were staring at a textbook perfect example of fluid dynamics in action.

Of course, the textbook didn't actually use the example of the new transfer student's gigantic breasts, but if it did, grades probably would have gone way up.

Kokoro, for her part, was only dimly aware of the effect she was having on the ongoing classes. Or, at the very least, those classes that had a window overlooking the girl's gym class. She tried to put it out of her mind, as there was very little she could do about it anyway.

She sighed. It had been a rather challenging day. One of her sports bras had shrunk in the wash, and three just weren't up to the job. She spared a slight glance down. By lucky coincidence, South High used the same gym uniform as her previous school. So, there was that little silver lining, at least. A wall of breast surged towards her chin and then receded, her shirt creaking at the lowest part of their arc as her bust crashed against her body. Still jiggling, they began to rise in front of her face as her other foot left the ground.

Kokoro ignored the quaking of her chest and kept jogging. She really couldn't stop moving; her bust was carrying half the momentum of her body, if she tried to stop running her chest would keep going for another ten yards, and bring her flying along with it. That, and thanks to her being...aerodynamically challenged, she was already two laps behind the rest of the class.

"Hey! Hey, transfer girl!"

Kokoro rolled her eyes. She might have been new, but her name wasn't really that hard to remember. On the other hand, as far as nicknames went, Transfer Girl was definitely preferable to Boob-chan.

The novelty of Kokoro's breast size had yet to wear off for anyone but Kokoro herself. Granted, the first free minute of her first day had been the most busy, with the veritable tsunami of questions as to if her back hurt, or how she got so big in the first place, but the questions never quite stopped. And then, of course, came the declarations of love. Within an hour her locker had been filled with all sorts of heart shaped slips of paper with words that ranged from the poetic to the decidedly crass.

But, the questions weren't as frequent now, and she was down to only two marriage proposals a day, so things were finally quieting down. None of this meant that she wanted to have yet another discussion about it while she still had to make up for lost time on the track.

She turned a bit and faced the voice, forcing a polite smile. And then her eyes bulged. She dug her heels in and came to a stop. Her breasts realized the rest of her had stopped about five seconds later, causing her to stagger forward.

The voice hadn't sounded like it belonged to a giant, but apparently it did. The girl that paced beside her was easily close to two meters tall, with a long cape of auburn hair that flapped behind her. And, amazingly, she was looking Kokoro in the eye. True, she had to look down to do so, but it she was definitely making unbroken eye contact.

"A hundred and seventy six," the amazon said.

"Eh?!" Kokoro said, jaw dropping for a moment. How did she know?

"A hundred and seventy six centimetres," she said grinning, "It's my height. You were trying to figure it out, weren't you?"
Kokoro felt a warm blush spread across her face and steadily turn her features more and more towards tomato red. "Oh... that's what you meant... Well, err... yes, I was. Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

The huge girl laughed. "Don't worry. I figure you know all about staring."

"R-right," Kokoro nodded, "Well, is there anything I can do for you...?"

"Kobayashi Taki," the giant said, "And no, I just thought you could use some company."

"Ah," Kokoro said. "Y-Yes. I'd like that."

They ran for a moment, the only sounds the pounding of their feet, and the straining of Kokoro's bra.

"...A hundred and seventy six centimetres. So... you were talking about your height??" she asked.

Taki nodded, "Yup. Why, what did you think I was talking about?"

"N-nothing," Kokoro said, turning her glance back beyond the track. If she were lucky she could make it to the end and only demolish one of the three bras.

"Wait," Taki said, finally looking just a little bit surprised, "That's not the size of your breasts, is it?!"

"N...no..." Kokoro said. The blush had returned, and was even deeper and more tomatoey than ever before.

"Oh," Taki said. "...Then what is it?"

Kokoro looked away from the tall girl, eyes downcast onto the stretching white horizon of her bosom.

"... It's...one of them."

Written by: Saburo X