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Densuke Finally Does Something Right	By : TheRealEikenAuthor Category: +. to F > Eiken Views: 11365 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Eiken, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Densuke Finally Does Something Right
- 2-Finding Heaven
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Author's Note: Alright everyone, welcome to my first fic. I've had a bit of experience writing stuff like this just for fun, but never anything quite so unique as what is about to come. I have a more detailed description of how I am writing this fic, and how I'm majorly changing a few of the characters from Eiken, but I don't feel like putting all of that in an Author's Note, so if you want to know, check my profile. I was little surprised that out of all the "adjectives" used to describe a fic the two ones that will be making big appearances in this fic, which are breast expansion and lactation, were not on there, so if that's not your thing, turn back now. For those of you who decide to keep reading, enjoy! And give me a review if you like.

Chapter 1: The Start of A Wonderful Vacation

It'd always been a bit weird for Chiharu around the Eiken clubhouse, and today was no exception to the matter. Another one of Kirika's hairbrained schemes has Densuke out doing who knows what in who knows who's clothing... Chiharu didn't even want to think about it as she shook her head, tossing memories of locker rooms and crossdressing from her head, her long red hair tussling slightly into her eyes. Brushing the long locks from her eyes, she looked up into the sky, noting the dark clouds quickly approaching her, and being slightly relieved that it was almost the weekend. She needed the time off to get away from all the hecticity of school, and the Eiken club, and... oh, of course, Kirika. She may have to deal with her sister, but it was better than some of the craziness that happens during the week. And it was a holiday weekend, too! Three days away from crazy schemes, near-death experiences... and maybe some extra time to spend with Densuke.
Ugh... her sister, though. Yuriko got more and more lecherous and annoying almost every day, it seemed, and with her consistent growth, Chiharu got groped more and more by her excited sister more often than ever. She tried to keep the fact that she had to upgrade a size in bras a secret as long as possible. That lasted about three hours before her sister got into her closet, noticing the newer tag and size, ending in a rampage chase through the house and Chiharu tried to both retrieve her new undergarments whilst dodging any attempts at physical affirmation of the new size. She knew she wouldn't stop growing soon, still being so young, but it still made her jump slightly when she was told she was measuring at 109cm (43 inches). She was almost as big as Komoe! She did calm herself though as she was reminded she wasn't nearly as short or young, and shivered when she thought about just how large the young 6th grader would end up being when she turned Chiharu's age.
Though... she was still a bit shaken at just how large she's gotten, and it didn't seem to slow down. If anything, it was getting faster! She kind of wished some of the growth would go to her height... 5'3" was a bit short, and with the rest of her blossoming, on her short frame her breasts looked even larger! It was tempting to try and diet away some of it, but if she were anything like her mother, it would be in vain... that weight was there to stay. It wasn't as if she were changing her diet too much... she was going out to lunch a bit more with her sister and Densuke (not at the same time though, god forbid) than she regularly had. Strangely, her sister was more than willing to take her out to lunch... she wasn't sure if she was finally starting to mature, or if there was some other act that wasn't so altruistic, but for now she was fine getting the free meals... even if the conversation between them was less than stellar. Half the time she knew Yuriko was sneaking glances at her breasts, and while it bothered her slightly, she was starting to become a bit desensitized to it. She knew it would happen, but as long as she wasn't aggressively groped in public, it didn't bother her too much. Most people snuck glances at her... it wasn't too often you saw a 15-year-old girl with what seemed like flesh volleyballs in her shirt. It wasn't just that... her hips were a bit wide and fleshy too, so no matter which side people viewed from, she still got the glances. After a while, she though that maybe she'd get used to it, but the constant growth just made it that more awkward for her.
Walking along the boardwalk back to the Eiken club to pick up her things for the weekend, Chiharu continued to keep her eyes to the sky, tracing the outlines of the quickly moving clouds as the sky began to pale. Because of the aerial distraction, she failed to notice her sister sneaking ahead of her through the bushes, a large package in her hands, and a wide smirk on her face. Her short, skinny body allowed her to maneuver in between the bushes and trees with speed her sister would never be able to manage... and thanks to her new purchase, it would soon become even harder for her. It may have set her back a few thousand yen, but Yuriko didn't mind. Her little odd jobs and things that she did for Kirika gave her enough money to do what she wanted for the most part. And with the new realization of her sister's new bras and the discovery of her growth... it was time to have some real fun.
Thanks to Kirika's advice and some helpful links on the internet, she stumbled upon a brand new idea, and thanks to Chiharu's naivety, it would work perfectly. Stepping as carefully as she could as she ran towards the clubhouse, making sure none of her surprise would be ruined, she finally arrived, noting that her sister was so far behind she could barely see her. It was perfect. Quietly creaking the door open, she noted that Kirika had kept up her end of the bargain: there was nobody in sight. Most people would assume most of them had left for the long weekend, but Yuriko knew better. She tiptoed with a slight bounce, her whole body jumping, her short skirt flittering up above her waist every time she jumped, to the lone table in the center of the entryway, darting her eyes back and forth in futility, knowing full well nobody would be around to see her. Placing her package carefully on the table, a slight clank was heard as what seemed to be porcelain hitting wood. Pulling the sheet off her item, it revealed a large platter of plump pork dumplings, steam rising slightly from their relevant freshness. About twenty or so of the hacky-sack sized confections laid upon the plate, tossed feverishly upon the platter, proof as one rolled from the top and slid towards the edge of the table, caught just in the nick of time by Yuriko's quick reflexes (undoubtedly trained with all her attacks on her sister). She squeezed the confection slightly, juice squirting up into the air and onto her nose. Shocked, she quickly wiped the grease from her nose and placed the dumpling back on the platter, jumping back and making sure she hadn't ingested any. Sighing in relief, she tiptoed back towards the door before sprinting back to the table and pulling out a small sign. After placing it in front of the platter, she quietly exited, her smirk wider than ever.
"For Chiharu, From Densuke"

A few minutes later, Chiharu finally entered the clubhouse, her eyes finally having a reason to tear from the distracting movements of the looming rain, hoping she'd be able to leave before the downpour began. Her thoughts of where her sister might be, and if she would be able to get home alright were strewn from her mind when she entered, two things being strangely off-kilter: The clubhouse was oddly quiet, especially for a Friday afternoon, and that a delicious scent was wafting towards her from a plate of confections in the middle of the room. Slowly walking over, she lifted the sign to her eyes as she tried to adjust to the light change in the bright room, reading the slight note. From Densuke? That was awkward... she thought Kirika had him on some weird mission. Was this it? To try and impress her? As she inhaled deeply, it sure would be a success if these dumplings were as tasty as they were enticing.
Putting the small paper sign to the side, she leaned forward on the edge of the table with one hand as the other reached forward and grabbed a slightly misshapen confection from the top, bringing it to her nose to take another deep inhale of the beautiful scent, steam rising into her eyes lightly as she tilted her head back just the tiniest amount. Her full lips parted with a slight click of saliva unconsciously forming from the scent and she placed the dumpling between her teeth and bit in carefully, whatever juice left from Yuriko's experimentation squirting into her mouth and dousing her tongue with untold flavor, her teeth slicing the plump delicacy into her maw. In a completely uncharacteristic act, she moaned in the quietest manner as the flavor coursed through her veins. She could help but stick the other half of the morsel in her mouth and begin to chew vigorously, trying to extract every bit of flavor from the treat before looking down and realizing there was still a plateful of the treats, just for her. How well Densuke had done, indeed! She hadn't been this happy for the longest time, and a slight smile crept upon her face as she lent further forward, her large breasts pressing into her arm as she nabbed two more of the dumplings between her fingers and brought them to her mouth, pausing only slightly to wiff the delicious scent before shoving them into her mouth, sucking her fingers slightly as not to waste any of the flavor.
She chewed with the same reckless abandon as she had with the first dumpling, continuing on to her third and fourth, sixth, twelfth, until she was finally holding the final dumpling, not a bit of grease or juice landing anywhere except for inside her mouth, her tongue coated with thick grease and flavor, it working rapidly to lick whatever wasn't on it from her teeth and lips, her smile continuing as she pressed her chest harder into her arm, the flesh starting to encompass her slim elbow, her plush rear dancing slightly as she took a large, final sniff of the confection before daintily plopping it into her mouth and chewing slowly before swallowing a final time. As the greasy dumpling slid down her throat she bowed herself into the table slightly from the tasteful pleasure, something she had never imagined experiencing, especially from food! It wasn't until she finally stood, her large breasts coming back to rest heavily on her chest that she realized just how much she ate. Taking a glance in the clubhouse mirror, she noticed a slight bulge of her stomach from her binging, having only the slightest of remorse as she remembered just how much she enjoyed the last... forty minutes?! Her eyes widened as she saw the clock, and moved as quickly as she could with her uncomfortably pleasurably full stomach, collecting all her things in her pack before returning to the main room.
"Might as well clean up..." Her light voice echoed in the empty clubhouse before she picked up the platter and dropped it in the sink before taking the card in her hands. She looked at it for a few moments, thinking about how thoughtful Densuke was to give her such a delicious treat before the weekend...
"I need to call him." Stomach gurgling, she held it in slight pain as its foreign fullness responded to her binging. "At least after I can get home and take a nap." She reached up and adjusted the slightly uncomfortable, thick bra strap on her shoulder through her blouse, gathered her things, and as she left the clubhouse, tucked the card into the front of her bag, closing the door behind her, no trace of her enticing attack of those dumplings to anyone other than those who had enjoyed them. Rubbing her stomach lightly, she walked out and began her light walk home, her eyes looking back up to the skies again only to realize that the light gloom had turned to a dark, brooding cover of storm clouds.
She realized it's be best to run home, but with her stomach as uncomfortably full as it was, that'd be impossible without her getting sick, and the last thing she wanted to do was waste the confections Densuke had been thoughtful enough to put so much work into making for her... and the taste was still lingering! She didn't want to lose that, that's for certain. Her happiness didn't drain however, and a slight bounce in her step caused the rest of her to bounce as she walked home, her large breasts jiggling within the confines of her bra, feeling lucky that rain had yet to fall as she entered the small woods between her school and home. Yet, along with the discomfort of her full stomach and its awkward gurglings, her bra was feeling a little uncomfortable, the straps pulling just a littler harder on her shoulders and back than they had earlier. She chalked it up to worry, but couldn't help but wonder if she was growing again.
Fifteen minutes into her walk, she finally began to feel drops. Worried, since her slow pace had put her only halfway home, she decided to try and find some thick trees to try and keep herself relatively dry. Her meal starting to lessen the strain on her stomach, she fiddled with her bra almost every minute as it became increasingly uncomfortable as she continued to walk underneath a roof of trees, the light pitter-patter of rain her only sound companion. Every now and then a drop would land on her, but a light wetness wouldn't hurt her. The only issue would be the opening between the woods and her house, but she felt she could deal with that when it got—
"Ouch!"
Chiharu winced slightly as her bra clasp pinched her. She rubbed her back lightly, regretting she had worn the one that had the clasp in the rear today. Yet she found it was getting harder and harder to adjust the undergarment, her hands fiddling with the clasp, having a difficult time pulling the pinching aggressor off of her skin without pain coursing through her front getting squished far too tight. However, she had to ignore at she reached the edge of the woods, right before the small clearing before her house. Her stomach was feeling a lot less uncomfortable, but her bra felt like a boa constrictor had wrapped about her chest. Not only that, but now that she finally began to notice other little uncomfortable bits, her underwear felt just the slightest bit wedged between her. She chalked it off to being because of the humidity and her awkward walking from her full stomach, and began to walk as quickly as she could towards her house, the rain being enough to soak her to the bone halfway to her house. Yet she kept her eyes locked on the porch overhang, noting its safety from the bitter cold and wet, wincing slightly with every heavy step, her constricting bra squeezing her tighter and tighter with every step.
Finally she was able to step up onto the porch, panting slightly from the quick walk, breath hard to get with so much pressure against her chest. At that moment, she looked down in fatigue, only to have her eyes widen in absolute shock. The rain had soaked her light blouse through, allowing her to see her immense breasts in all their glory. The 43-inch measurement she had gotten the bra accurately fit for, that held her in properly a few days ago, was now overflowing with far, far more than a 43-inch bustline would ever have, jiggling flesh shoved out from both the top and bottom of the bra, along with even more trying to escape from the sides. Shaking from both cold and surprise (though she was unsure as to which it really was), she slowly reached to one breast and poked the protruding flesh, shivering lightly in both pain and... was that pleasure? Her eyes stayed wide as she worried frantically, trying to figure out how so much growth had happened so quickly. But first... she needed to get inside, get warm, and get out of this hell of a bra.

As Chiharu reached for the door handle, the thought occurred to her that her sister was probably home, and knowing her lecherous tendencies, would attack her the second she saw her sister overflowing what was a new bra no more than three days ago. Knowing that, she inched the door open as silently as she could, before walking as quietly and inconspicuously up to her room, her bra squeezing the breath out of her as her panties seemed to try and wedge themselves further between her slightly fleshy rear. Her hand shot to adjust the southern perpetrator, her mind wondering slightly if she had reached her destination just slightly before planned as she unceremoniously picked the cloth out as best she could as she continued to ascend the steps, her squishy body jiggling with each light footfall before she finally reached the sanction of her room, making certain to lock the three bolts she had put in (just to deter her deviant sister from her antics), and walking over tentatively to shut the blinds to her window.
She noticed that she had disrespectfully not kicked her shoes off from her feet before entering and did so now as she finally was able to find slight relief in no longer worrying about being spotted, but she felt that was the least of her digressions right now. The main issue confronting her was, well, in her front. More namely, the enormous breasts absolutely overflowing the once specialty bra. Slowly walking to the edge of her bed, she plopped her rear down on the mattress, noting only slightly it seemed there was either an extra blanket or something shoved under her sheets, or... the thought left her mind as she looked back down upon her breasts, her wet, matted hair resting partly on the large mounds. Tentatively, she reached to the bottom of her straining blouse, which had untucked itself from her short skirt, and began to try and pull it over her chest, rustling and whining in pain as she fought a battle of epic proportions before a slight strain and rip of secondary stitching could be heard, the hem of the garment stretching unnaturally to reach over the scope of her breasts. Finally, she was able to remove the now ruined blouse from her torso, only succeeding in causing a gasp that left her speechless and breathless for a good half minute, as the scope of how much she had grown finally dawned on her.
What were once oversize 43-inch volleyballs were no longer. She had passed that realm, but couldn't accurately tell how big she was with the now minuscule bra painfully trapping her breasts inside. Flesh oozed over ever part of the cups of the bra by inches, the cups themselves almost covered in flesh, the straps from her shoulder to the support absorbed by her burgeoning chest, red pressure marks painfully visible (and painful all around) wherever the straps or cups were pressing into her skin. She slowly reached over to her cupboard and searched blindly in a drawer for her pair of heavy-duty scissors. Only before used for clipping cardboard and paper, she now navigated with the help of her body-length mirror to the front of the inadiquate bra, yearning to relieve herself from the pain. The thought of wasting a few thousand yen of a bra in a clip left as she tried to breathe, the pain returning as she took a few pressured clips to the strained under wire until physics prevailed and the pounds of strain allowed the bra to rip from her front, falling uselessly on her shoulders, her weighty mounds falling to their natural place in an unnaturally enormity.
Her eyes locked on the gigantic fleshy breasts connected to her, feeling the bottoms of them easily covering her navel and lightly pressing on her thick thighs (did they seem slightly larger?). "Oh.." Chiharu breathed out lightly, "oh my..." One hand began to rest on her breast as the other reached back into the drawer, fishing around before pulling out an extremely long measuring tape, the shock of her growth still too much for her to do more than set it next to her, both hands returning to her chest, poking and prodding to confirm the reality of her situation, every now and then brushing the wet hair from her eyes as it fell heavily into her field of vision. Not that there was much more for her to look at than the large breasts in front of her... and she could almost swear, as she felt and prodded them, that they were pulsing slightly harder than her heartbeat would... almost as if they were...

“Growing?" She wasn't sure, but she had to know. Slowly pushing herself up, using a bit more strain than she was used to with the added weight, she stabilized herself by spreading her stocking-clad feet out a little wider on the carpet and grabbed the measuring tape, one that she had bought a while ago when she began needing specialty bras. As she stood, the nagging wedgie of her panties returned to her, and to relieve the uncomfortable pinch there as well, she draped the long 8-foot tape about her shoulders as she slowly unbuttoned her skirt, guided only by feel before dropping it to her feet. To kick it away, she supported her unbalanced weight with one hand as the other reached to her tush to pull the panties out, yet again getting the nagging feeling that it was in a lot deeper than ever possible. However, she forgot about her lower regions as she remembered her initial act, looking down at the gigantic fleshy breasts, resting in a perfect teardrop form on her chest, the ends of them resting just above the lining of her panties, their fullness spreading far, far wider than her lithe 21" waist. She finally rested her eyes on the furthest part of her breasts, reaching at least 14 inches from her torso... at least that's what she gauged... she couldn't believe that much flesh was stuffed into that tiny... wow, that was considered tiny compared to these monsters. Her nipples, barely visible, were out of place in size compared to how large she was, yet the cold had hardened them to almost an inch an a half long.
Reaching for the tape on her shoulders, she leaned her thick hip against the bedpost as she did her best to weave the tape underneath the heavy breasts, hoping to at least get an accurate cup size... if there even was one for her immense size anymore. After about a minute of agonizing struggle she finally got her under breast measurement... 72 centimeters (28 inches). She sighed in relief, knowing at least that was the same. She was small... always was, and this weight of her chest was constantly pulling at her, noticing it was best if she did these measurements quickly now. Her mind fluttered slightly as she continued to stare in slight-shock as her breasts jiggled when she pulled the tape from underneath her boobs, remembering how she was worried about being as big as Komoe. She couldn't fit one of her massive udders within one of Komoe's entire bras now... at least she didn't think so. She knew the little 6th grader had a 112cm bust (44 inches), and she knew she was far beyond that. Part of her hoped that she wasn't double that, but another, very minuscule part, was wondering just how large she'd have to be to be double the young girl... or even more... what it would mean and look like to be even larger. Shaking her head to get the butterflies out of her head, her wet, matted hair whipping around lightly and resting partially on her breasts, she began to measure the moment of truth. She knew she wouldn't be able to get a very accurate measurement, there was no way that she could lean forward and measure herself without falling flat on her face. Or her breasts, considering how large they were, they could probably cushion her fall quite nicely.
As she began to try and toss the front of the tape about the front of her breasts, her stomach made another gurgle similar to earlier in the woods, and she felt slight discomfort as it continued to gurgle on and off, pausing to let it pass before she began to measure. She tried to look in the direction of her stomach, her focus keeping her from realizing the slight, almost visible growth of her breasts, getting fuller and heavier, bit by bit as her stomach continued to churn loudly for almost a minute. Yet the wedging of her panties in between her cheeks failed to go unnoticed, as one hand left her grip on the tape and went to unwedge them again... definitely now noticing something wrong down below. Yet there were more important matters at hand...

Chiharu bit her lip, moaning slightly at her problem. Her breasts were obviously bigger, and she measured them constantly, so she was curious as to just how big they'd become now. But her underwear was getting increasingly tight and she couldn't stand it anymore.
Hugging her arm under her breasts she walked to the full length mirror, turning sideways and looked around her massive tits, barely stiffling a gasp. Her ass had swelled out, causing her panties to convert into a tight thong, wedged between her plump rear.
Standing still, the shock of her growth leaving her mouth hanging open she reached back with her free hand, gripping her ass and moaning again as the erotic feeling swept through her. Panting slightly, she started fondling her nipple while continuing to grope and smack her ass, feeling it jiggle and bounce. Her stomach had stopped gurgling as she played with herself with wanton abandon, eyes slightly closed as she bit her lip to hold back her soft moans.

She continues fondling her breasts the churning and swelling feeling in her stomach come back but its more uncomfortable and she grows increasingly faster and fondling with her breasts even longer until it finally stops with the ending result... "Chiharu is that you in there?" *THUD* *THUD* "open up!!" Chiharu realizes she needs to act fast grabbing the tape measure and measuring quickly...

Chiharu becomes very nervous at the sound of the knocking at the door. She couldn't make out the voice but she didn't want anyone to see her so Chiharu decided to escape from the window behind her. Chiharu tried to exit but her butt made that difficult. Chiharu began to squeeze her way out butt first as she knew she would be able to get that out easier. She heard the person on the other side of the door and it sounded like they were picking the lock. Chiharu began to panic. She managed to get her butt out but she was now stuck trying to get her breasts out. Chiharu tugged and tugged but she was only getting herself more stuck then before. Chiharu's breasts were so big that it was only her breasts that were stuck. Chiharu had managed to get her head out but her breasts were too big for the small window frame.

Chiharu hears the door open after an uneventful escape through the window "where is she?" "I'm not sure but i hope she gets back soon" "Chiharuu!!" Chiharu hears someone run out through the door but listens in on if somebody is still in there being blocked by the vision of humongous fleshy mounds still having an unknown size.
as Densuke sits down on Chiharu's bed he notices something in the far corner and decides to check it out... as he walks over he sees it jiggle a little and pokes it a couple times hearing a slight moan behind the covered window and figures out that its Chiharu.
Chiharu is dangling outside of her window only hanging on by her tits thinking of how much she would hurt the person that just poked her giant udders but also wanted that person to grope her and grab her as well.
Densuke went over and shuts the door and locks it also putting a padlock on it so no one can pick it from the outside and starts groping and licking and sucking at the love of his life.

Author's Note: I hope you liked it! The next will be coming ASAP
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