"Ugh, wha-...where am I?" groaned Keitaro as he tried to get his bearings. In that moment, he felt himself go weightless at times as his whole body ascended and descended every few seconds. He also noticed that he was being securely held by something that was both soft and firm at the same time. He could only deduce that he was being held by a pair of arms underneath his legs and upper back while his torso was pressed against another human torso, one which he wagered was rippling with muscle yet very soft to the touch at the same time. Then of course, there was the sensation of having two large globe-like objects brushing up against his face and chest, which he assumed to be breasts.
So, in conclusion, Keitaro was currently being carried bridal-style by a woman, who was clearly strong enough to do so while making hops as she was running at a rather breakneck speed.
Before Keitaro could move around and ask any further questions, he was immediately silenced by a pair of very soft, very luscious lips which had encased his entire mouth. Apparently, the one who was carrying him had no problems with getting VERY intimate with him on the spot.
"Please...save your strength, darling," said the one carrying him. "We're getting you back home, so just rest and breathe deeply. You'll be home soon, my little prince."
‘That voice, I know that voice,' thought Keitaro.
"A-Amalla?" muttered Keitaro.
"Yes, dear," replied the tall dark-skinned Molmolian girl as she made her way across the rooftops. "Now please, Keitaro, rest and don't speak anymore for now. We'll get you back home and make you all better. You have my word on that."
The rest of the trip was one in silence, with Amalla taking the lead as she hopped from roof to roof, carrying her precious cargo firm against her breasts and torso. Flanking her on each side were the Aoyama sisters, who were matching Amalla's pace on the way to Hinata House just up the hill.
"At this rate, we should be making our way back to the dorms in the next minute or two," said Motoko. "What do we do then?"
"Once we're there, I'll bring him to Kaolla," replied Amalla. "She'll know what to do. With the technology she has in her lab, she should have Keitaro stabilized and healthy within a few hours. It'll take him a few days to fully heal from the gunshot, but otherwise he'll be okay."
"I certainly hope so," said Tsuruko, who was somewhat lost in her thoughts at that moment. She couldn't help but reflect on how Keitaro ended up getting shot and feeling largely responsible for it in the process.
‘If only I wasn't sloppy,' thought Tsuruko. ‘If I had just turned around in time to counter that scoundrel, then Keitaro wouldn't have needed to intervene. If he suffers any long-term or permanent damage from that wound, I swear I'll hunt down that gang and put them all in wheelchairs. I'd like to do so right now, but Keitaro's safety comes first.'
Motoko's thoughts were on a similar wavelength as her sister's.
‘He stepped in to help,' thought Motoko. ‘Him. A simple dorm manager and college entry failure. He stepped in to help, against a gang of thugs, some of them armed with blades and even guns. Even so, he jumped in to save Tsuruko. Why is he so damn kind and selfless at times? Why is he so thoughtful and considerate? Just thinking about it makes my chest swell. Now I owe him twice over, both for my sake and for my sister's sake, and it's not even out of a sense of duty or honor, but of lo-...' At this last part, Motoko choked up, struggling with the realization of her own feelings, before taking a deep breath and facing the truth of her emotional state.
‘No point in denying it any longer,' thought Motoko, ‘I really am madly in love with Keitaro Urashima. And I want to be with him, no matter what. And if that means having to be in this harem that Amalla is concocting, then so be it.'
Soon enough the trio of ladies and their wounded love interest had arrive at Hinata House and were greeted by the sight of the other nine women who had hurried their way inside the common room up from the teahouse in order to avoid giving the general public any more of a titillating wardrobe malfunction from the latest growth spurt. Under normal circumstances, Amalla would have stopped to really take in the few of all these lovely young ladies and how their bodies had developed in beauty and seduction as they grew, but given the current situation, her priorities lay elsewhere, and within seconds, that sentiment was shared among all twelve women present at Hinata House.
"Oh my god! Keitaro!" shouted Naru with wide eyes.
"What happened to him!?" asked Shinobu with tears in her eyes at his state.
"There was a scuffle in town," answered Amalla. "I don't have time to explain it all right now. We need to focus on making sure Keitaro's health is stable, understand?"
The sentiment was shared among the women at the Hinata House at that moment, with several of them nodding in agreement. While some like Naru, Shinobu, Mei, and Mutsumi were looking VERY distraught at seeing Keitaro's injury, even they knew that right now was the time to keep a cool, level head. Crying and demanding answers would do no good for Keitaro's sake.
"What do you need us to do?" asked Haruka as her focus stayed on Keitaro the entire time.
"Kaolla," said Amalla, "do you have space in your lab?"
"Already on it, sister," said the younger Molmolian girl as she rushed her way towards the staircase and dashed for her room. Amalla was in tow behind her, cradling Keitaro in the process. The Su sisters cleared a space on one of Kaolla's workbenches and laid Keitaro down on it with the utmost delicacy, as if his body was made of fine glass.
As Keitaro started to come to, he realized that he was now stationary and no longer outside. He blinked his eyes open and was greeted at the sight of the Su sisters staring down at him from on high. While his head was somewhat spinning from the gunshot and the ride in Amalla's arms, he could have sworn that the two of them looked even bigger than what he remembered just a few hours ago.
‘Did they grow again?' thought Keitaro. ‘And if they did, does that mean everyone else grew too? Does it happen at the same time or something? And just how big are they now? Gotta be seven feet by now, or really close to it.'
Before Keitaro could ponder on these thoughts anymore, he was alarmed by the sudden softness of female lips meeting his lips in a very passionate kiss. While he initially thought it would be Amalla once more, he was surprised to find out that this time around it was Kaolla.
"Don't you worry, Keitaro," said Kaolla with upturned eyebrows and tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "You're home now, and you're safe. I'm gonna make it all better, so you just relax and get some rest." She proceeded to take his sweater off in order to examine the gunshot wound.
As Keitaro looked up at the normally high-energy, free-spirited Molmolian girl, he couldn't help but notice a difference in her from the Su he knew in earlier days. When they first met, Kaolla was a spunky, energetic little tinkerer who had a habit of hanging off of Keitaro's back like a koala bear or a sloth. Her build was lean and athletic, with a bust that was virtually nonexistent (a B-cup at best he would have wagered). Yet now before him was a Kaolla Su who was even more refined and ladylike than her "grown-up" form whenever the red moon would appear and she would transform into a more adult-like body. The Kaolla he saw now examining him was well over six feet tall and had a figure much like that of Amalla Su from before this whole growth spurt escapade began from that night in the hot springs. Though there was clear worry and concern showing in her face, Kaolla had an air of refinement and ladylike composure as well, with a tone of maturity of someone who was in either her late teens or early twenties as opposed to her middle teen years.
‘Does the growth hormone accelerate aging?' thought Keitaro. ‘Su looks like she's either 18 or 19 years old now instead of 16. Is that a feature in all of the others? Haven't gotten a good look, so I won't know until later, I guess.'
"Keitaro, please drink this," said Kaolla as she held a bottle towards his lips. He obliged her, slowly partaking of the mystery liquid emanating from it, hoping he wouldn't be sick in the process. Surprisingly, it tasted rather sweet, sort of fruity in a way. After taking a few good sips, Keitaro rested his head back down and resumed slow, deep breathing.
"What did that do?" asked Amalla.
"It's an all-natural pain reliever I've concocted, mixed from various plants from back home. Now Keitaro shouldn't be burdened with the pain from his injury," responded Kaolla. "And now, onto the wound itself."
Kaolla proceeded with examining the bullet wound located on Keitaro's lower torso. Fortunately, by the look of things, it was a small caliber bullet that hit him, most likely a .22 or .38 from what Kaolla could discern, and the bullet had gone clean through at that. After using a portable, non-radioactive x-ray scanner to further examine the wound, Kaolla breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is it?" asked Amalla.
"No damage to anything vital from what I've seen. The bullet hit no major organs. Some damage to his muscle fibers and skin of course, but otherwise nothing too serious. Give me an hour or so and I'll have him patched up and resting."
"Is there anything you need from me then?" asked Amalla. "I wouldn't want to stand around and be useless if it'll just end up with me being in your way."
"I'll be able to manage it from here. Thank you for bringing him here as fast as you did. Please head outside and go assure the others, as I'm certain that they are dreading with worry on how our Keitaro is doing."
"Will do," replied Amalla as she took her leave.
Kaolla returned her attention to the man lying on her table. She proceeded to prepare an IV drip, sticking the needle into Keitaro's arm. Fortunately for the Hinata House dorm manager, Kaolla kept a record on his blood type, along with the blood type of everyone else who lived in the dorms. Ever the scientist at heart, she felt the need to have the personal information of all her fellow dorm mates, if ever something serious arose like in this case.
As she fastened the blood pack and began funneling the blood into Keitaro's artery, she soothingly rubbed her hand across Keitaro's head in a slow, repetitive motion.
"Oh Keitaro," sighed Kaolla as she looked upon her comparatively smaller dorm manager, "whatever are we going to do with you? How am I supposed to give you a harem if you end up getting yourself hurt and making us all worry about you? You should know that it's simply bad form for a husband to make his wives worry so much. I suppose if there's a silver lining to all of this, it's that you'll be staying here at the dorms for quite some time while you heal...a few days at the very least." If Keitaro was listening to Kaolla's gentle admonishment, he showed no signs of reaction, as his chest slowly rose and fell while he nodded off into deep sleep.
Kaolla proceeded with washing his wounds with antiseptics and healing ointment before dressing his wounds with clean bandages, wrapping them around his torso as she sat him upright to fasten them around his lower torso. Once the bandages were secure, Kaolla stitched him tight to hold them in place. By the time she was finishing up with the bandages, the blood pack had nearly emptied.
‘Good,' thought Kaolla, ‘he should have regained whatever blood he lost and his wound will start to heal over. There will no doubt be some scarring from the bullet, but I can address that later with some more healing ointments to repair the skin. For now, he's safe, and that's all that matters.'
Kaolla then lifted up Keitaro the same way as Amalla did (bridal style) and carried him over to her bed. Now that the worst was behind them all, Kaolla decided to have him rest comfortably in her bed. Laying him gently onto her plush mattress with his head upon her biggest, comfiest pillow, Kaolla proceeded to bring the covers over and all the way up to the base of Keitaro's neck.
"Get some rest now, Keitaro," said Kaolla before leaning over and planting another long, gentle kiss upon his lips, which lasted for several seconds before she came up for air.
"I love you to pieces," she whispered before making for the door and leaving her room.
"What exactly happened?" asked Haruka with a voice that was stern yet measured.
"We were making our way through the shopping district, picking out various groceries from the stalls. Things were going okay until a bunch of ruffians started harassing one of the vendors. From what I could tell, they were some petty street gang trying to intimidate him into accepting their ‘protection,' for a hefty fee of course," answered Amalla.
"That's just downright despicable," grumbled Sarah, "I hate thugs and bullies who do that sort of thing. It makes me sick!"
"So then what happened after that?" said Naru, wanting more details. "How did that end with Keitaro getting hurt like that?"
"After some unpleasant words were exchanged between Amalla and the thugs, they decided to resort to violence and tried to attack us," answered Motoko.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you're all okay," replied Mutsumi. "It's bad enough that Kei-kun got injured in the middle of all that."
"Anyways, after a few minutes of brawling and putting the bastards in their place, one of them decided to play dirty and pulled a gun out in the middle of the fight," continued Amalla.
"And Keitaro ended up getting shot as a result, didn't he?" asked Naru. There was a lingering silence before Tsuruko spoke up.
"It's my fault," said Tsuruko with tears in her eyes. "From what I understand, the thug tried to shoot me, but Keitaro jumped in the way and tried to wrestle the gun from him. They briefly scuffle and that was when the gun went off and Keitaro...he..." Tsuruko couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence as she buried her head into her hands and started sobbing.
Motoko instinctively made her way over to her sister and embraced her tightly, at which point Tsuruko started crying loudly, her voice muffled into Motoko's shoulder.
"Please, sister," said Motoko in as soothing a voice as she could muster, "it's not your fault for what happened. The only one at fault was that scoundrel with the gun. Keitaro was simply trying to help you, that's all. It's just the kind of guy that he is."
"Yeah, you can say that again," added Kitsune. "Keitaro's too selfless for his own good sometimes. I guess it's just part of who he is deep down. He'd run into a burning buildin' to save somebody if there was nobody else around."
"Keitaro-senpai is the type to put others before himself, even if it puts his own safety in danger," said Shinobu, backing up Kitsune's statement.
"So what happened to the guy with the gun?" asked Mei.
"Kanako clobbered him good with one punch," replied Amalla. "I'm pretty sure she cracked his jaw and knocked a tooth or two of his loose when she did so. That girl has spunk, I'll give her that."
"Speaking of which, where is Kanako now?" asked Haruka.
"She's coming back with the groceries aboard Kaolla's giant turtle robot," replied Motoko. "I'm guessing she'll be here any minute, given how worried she must be about Keitaro."
"She willingly stayed behind with Keitaro seriously wounded?" asked Naru incredulously. "That doesn't seem like the Kanako I know."
"At first, she was adamant about coming along with the rest of us," explained Amalla. "But I told her that she wouldn't have been able to keep up with us in terms of speed, as I could carry Keitaro back here in relatively good time. So I told her to wait for the mecha-Tama to land so she could load the groceries we purchased, then hitch a ride aboard it on the way back. Didn't want the food we purchased to end up getting stolen or going bad in the middle of all that. And besides..."
"Besides what?" asked Naru, Mei, and Shinobu at the same time.
"I figured I'd let her have a little moment of payback with those brutes before the police showed up. Knowing Kanako, she'll probably be kicking the living crap out of those thugs for what they tried to pull, especially with what happened to Keitaro," said Amalla. "Honestly, I wish I could have stuck around to join in on the ass-whooping that I imagine she's administering to them. After all, nobody - and I mean NOBODY hurts our Keitaro and gets away with it."
"I agree with you there," replied Naru before reflecting on the exact words she just heard. "Wait, our Keitaro?"
Amalla simply glanced at Naru with a sad smile, letting the Narusegawa girl know that she wasn't backing down from her statement. The tall Molmolian girl was one to hold her ground when it came to declarations of love, after all. Naru was somewhat torn at hearing this statement. After all, while Amalla declared her intentions to her (and several of the other girls as well) that she intended to pursue Keitaro Urashima, she also made her intentions clear that she was pursuing EVERYONE ELSE as well. While Amalla may act with ulterior, underhanded motives at times, she appeared to be dead serious on this topic.
‘Is she REALLY trying to build a harem?' Thought Naru to herself. ‘I thought that was just some prank or weird joke she was pitching. But now...I'm pretty sure she's being completely genuine about what she said. She wants to be in some big, massive relationship with ALL of us? I just don't get this woman sometimes, I swear.'
Before the conversation could continue further, the door to Kaolla's bedroom opened and the younger Su sister walked on out through the entrance, her head just a few inches below the door frame. It was quite a sight for all the women to witness - another reminder as to just how large they had become over the last day or so. Pretty soon, if they kept up the rate of growth they were having, then ALL of them would need to bend down in order to pass through doorways. And if they kept up their growth, soon enough they would have to kneel down to fit indoors, lest they try standing up and punching their heads through the ceiling.
"Keitaro's condition has stabilized," declared Kaolla. "Now he just needs to rest for a while, a few hours at least."
"Will he heal properly? Any potential long-term or permanent damage?" asked Naru with dread and worry in her voice over the fate of her boyfriend.
"I don't believe so," replied Kaolla. "The bullet went clean through and didn't hit anything vital. So I'd say that Keitaro will make a full recovery after a few weeks recovery. Knowing him, it could even be a few days, what with all the hits he's taken in the past here."
While Kaolla was trying to lighten the mood, her statement made both Naru and Motoko feel utter shame at what she was mentioning. Though they knew that she meant no insult in the reference, both them couldn't help but think back to all the times that either of them physically attacked Keitaro at the dorms, wincing at the very memory of assaulting him over a misunderstanding or an honest mistake on his part. Kaolla in turn saw this and felt the same degree of inner shame on her part, for all the times her inventions would do any bodily harm to Keitaro in months past, even if she had no ill intent in testing them out on him. It was a sense of guilt that all three women felt on their part, and which in turn strengthened their resolve to aid Keitaro with life around the Hinata House and in more...intimate ways, both as a way of atonement as well as pursuing one's desires as a maiden in love.
"Well now," said Amalla, who tried to lift up everyone's spirits, "what say we all head to the hot springs and wash away our concerns? I'm sure that everyone would like to sit and relax in the waters to get our minds off of what had just occurred, am I right?"
"I'm inclined to agree with you on that," replied Haruka, who was feeling the urge to light up another cigarette after witnessing Keitaro's injury upon his arrival back at Hinata.
"I second that suggestion," declared Kitsune. "I'll bring the sake in case anybody needs some to help take the edge off." If there was a god above, he certainly knew how much Kitsune needed a strong drink to lessen the shock of witnessing Keitaro in a severely wounded state at the end of the day.
After similar responses of agreement among all the ladies at Hinata, it was agreed upon that they would all enter the hot springs upon Kanako's arrival, as they still had to unload the groceries that Keitaro and the others had picked up earlier that day.
Ironically enough, Kanako had just arrived with said groceries not a minute after the conversation had ended, if the sound outside the dorms was any indication. As the other women assembled out front, with those seven feet tall or more (Kitsune, Haruka, Motoko, Amalla, and Tsuruko...currently) ducking through the doorway in the process, Kanako had rushed straight ahead towards the group, with questions about Keitaro pouring out of her.
"Where is he? How is he? How bad is it? Is he awake? Has he..." before she could continue her line of questioning, Amalla simply walked up to the girl and hugged her firmly yet gently.
"He's okay, Kanako," said Amalla in a soothing voice. "Keitaro is alright. Kaolla saw to his injuries and he's in a stable condition. Right now, he's resting in Kaolla's room, so we should let him recover for now. Does that answer your questions?"
Kanako's response was to simply break down in tears of joy upon hearing this. Her legs gave out from hearing the good news, and she collapsed onto her knees, with Amalla leaning down to continue her embrace of the shorter girl.
"Thank goodness," said Kanako through choked words and tears running down her face. "If I lost him...I...I don't know what I'd do. I...I..."
"Shhh...it's okay, Kanako. I promise you, it's okay. Keitaro is fine. Everything is fine, okay?" Amalla proceeded to rub her hand soothingly up and down Kanako's back to help ease her troubled mind. She could tell that the younger Urashima woman was still emotionally shaken by the fight that occurred just an hour or so earlier, and right now she needed reassurances that the one man she loved above all others was physically okay.
"Is...is it alright if I see him?" asked Kanako. "I just want to see his face briefly. I promise that I won't wake him. I know he'll need his rest. I just need to see that he's okay."
"Sure thing," replied Amalla. "Let's go see him, and I promise you, Keitaro should make a full recovery. Kaolla told us just before you arrived, and I trust my sister's word on that sort of thing wholeheartedly." Kaolla simply smiled in response at Amalla's praise of her skills in the medical field.
With that, all thirteen women proceeded up to Kaolla's room to briefly check up on their precious dorm manager. The groceries were secured within the mecha-Tama unit out front, which had built-in refrigeration technology, so there was no need to worry about the food spoiling for quite some time. It also had an auto lock feature so that nobody without an access pass (in this case via a thumb print registered to all thirteen women plus Keitaro) could open up the compartments to try and steal any groceries from out of the mecha-Tama. Leave it to Kaolla to virtually think of damn near EVERYTHING.
A moment later, all thirteen women were gathered in Kaolla's bedroom looking down upon Keitaro's sleeping form in her bed, his eyes closed, his glasses removed and placed at the nearby nightstand, and his chest gently rising and falling as he slumbered.
Mei, Sarah, Shinobu, Kaolla, Nyamo (being the shorter ones among the group of amazons) kneeled in front as they hovered over Keitaro's bedside, while Naru, Kitsune, Mutsumi, Haruka, Motoko, Amalla, Tsuruko, and Kanako stood behind them looking down upon Keitaro's sleeping form. As the group watched their sleeping prince recover in Kaolla's bed, one of them couldn't help but make a quiet observation as they took a good, long look at him.
"He seems so much...smaller," said Naru as she looked at his form. This statement was agreed upon by all the other women, who realized at this point that nearly ALL of them had a foot difference in height or more over Keitaro by this point. The only one not yet in that category was Mei, who was just one inch away from being part of the club. If Kaolla's growth hormone worked its magic, that would be remedied soon enough in the coming hours.
"Remember, Naru," replied Kitsune at a near whisper, "it's not Keitaro that's gotten smaller. It's us who have gotten bigger." Hearing these words brought a tingle down all the womens' spines. The very notion of continuing to grow and grow and grow was as exhilarating as it was worrisome. Their minds were mixed between the sexually-charged elation of growing bigger, taller, and sexier while worrying over how to go about their day-to-day lives within the dorms - even life outside the dorms would be rather difficult if all of them continued with this growth escapade. The sight of women who were over six-and-a-half feet or more in height would be eye-catching enough as things were. If suddenly all of them were seven, eight, or nine feet tall (or taller), that would DEFINITELY catch people's attention to the point of being harassed by the press for questions or being taken away by government agents either in the name of public safety or to be examined like lab rats.
Back to the situation regarding Keitaro, all thirteen women were feeling something else as they stood or knelt by his bedside. While none of them would dare bring it up in front of the others, the feeling they all felt was exactly the same: the need to caress or embrace him. It was somewhat tricky to define - perhaps maternal instincts fit it best, that subconscious desire to nurture, coddle, and soothe something or someone perceived as weak, frail, and small (especially in this particular case). At the moment, the desire was easy enough to bury, lest a scene ended up getting caused and Keitaro was startled awake in the process, but all thirteen towerting beauties felt that sort of itch to simply reach out and bury Keitaro's face against their bosoms, to press his delicate body against their larger bodies and hold him firm against their torsos as they breathed in his scent and he breathe in theirs. The thought of it all started bringing blushes to their cheeks as they got lost in the collective euphoric fantasy of it all.
What was causing this subconscious desire in all of these women? Why, none other than Kaolla's growth hormone of course. None of them were aware of it at that time, not even Kaolla herself yet, but the experimental compound was having one more effect on them on top of all the more obvious ones. As their bodies grew and developed into walking wet dreams, the Hinata women were becoming more ‘matronly' in a way of speaking, thanks to what the growth hormone was doing to them with regards to brain chemistry. There was a strengthened yearning to cuddle, embrace, and dote on anything that they found appealing, cute, or attractive, and given that most (if not all) of the women gathered were currently looking at Keitaro Urashima - a man who everyone present viewed in a very positive light - that instinctive desire to reach out and embrace him was growing within them just as their bodies continued to grow upward and outward. It was taking a lot of effort within most of the women to not break character and lift Keitaro out of bed to hold him soothingly against their bodies, pressing his flesh against their flesh and engaging in more R-rated content out of a lustful desire to smother him with affection.
"Well then," said Naru trying to break the ice and motivate everyone from leaving before she gave into the urge to disrobe and hop into bed with Keitaro, "shall we get going then? Keitaro needs his rest, after all, and we should let him have some time to sleep undisturbed."
"Y-yeah," agreed Kitsune, "we should mosey on outta here and let the poor fella get his strength back. Let's make like a tree and all that, yeah?"
Mutsumi, fighting the urge to pick Keitaro up out of bed and lock lips with him at that moment simply resolved herself to gently stroking his hair as she bent down to touch him, her gigantic bosom hovering just inches over his body. Were Keitaro awake at that moment, his face would probably go deep red with embarrassment at being in such proximity with Mutsumi's massive mammaries.
"Alright then," pouted Mutsumi with apparent sadness in her voice as she finished stroking Keitaro's brown hair. It was apparent enough that she probably wanted to spend the whole night by his bedside. The question was, would it be in bed with him or not.
To be fair to Mutsumi, the same sentiment of yearning and desiring to be by Keitaro's side was nearly universal among all the women gathered. The only ones who weren't feeling the same sentiment (of feeling it as strongly as the other women, to be more accurate) were Sarah and Mei. While they weren't having particularly strong feelings of attraction towards the man, the two of them certainly looked upon Keitaro favorably over the time they got to know him. At the moment, how much they liked him was somewhere between "reliable big brother" and "potential boyfriend material." Of course, given enough time (and with some gentle nudging from Amalla), all that would change in due course.
As for the eleven other women, the urge to disrobe and embrace Keitaro's sleeping form was becoming difficult to fight against, making all of them increasingly warm with the temptation of initiating such an act, as well as moist in the crotch area at the lustful implications of what doing such a thing would almost inevitably lead to.
"A-hem," coughed Motoko gently, trying to get everyone out of their collective wet dream in the making, "shall we be off then? I believe we were heading for the hot springs, correct?"
"S-sure," said Kanako, "but what if Keitaro awakens while we're in the baths? Who will check up on him? I don't want him stumbling about all confused whenever he stirs awake, especially when his wound is still relatively fresh. He'll need someone nearby to make sure he's okay."
Before most of the women were about to volunteer and say "I'll stay with him," Kaolla presented one of her inventions to solve this little dilemma.
"Here," she said. "This is a scanner that will monitor Keitaro's biometric data, including when he's asleep and when he's awake. I'll lay this device facing towards Keitaro, so that when he does wake up, it'll activate and let me know."
"Will it go off like an alarm clock then?" asked Haruka. Kaolla responded by holding up what appeared to be a small, square-shaped item, roughly the size of a rubix cube, before explaining what it was.
"This here is a transmitter that is attuned to the scanner. It will go off and make a noise whenever the scanner registers Keitaro as awake. I'll bring the transmitter into the hot springs with us, so that if Keitaro wakes up while we're in the baths, I'll know exactly when. And don't worry, the transmitter is waterproof."
"You really DO think of everything, don't you, Kaolla?" responded Shinobu with surprise. The Molmolian girl seemed to be a genuine deus ex machina of sorts when it came to having science-based solutions for even the slightest or oddest of problems.
"Well then, let's be off," continued Kaolla. "But before we go, let's dump our clothing - or what's left of it - into the clothing printer. I figured we should also print out some larger towels for us, as the regular ones might be a little bit snug on us."
"Good point," said Mei in agreement.
The ladies then deposited their tattered remnants of clothing into the printer, shedding off everything, including their underwear. If Keitaro had woken up at that moment, the sight of thirteen women with supermodel bodies in nothing but their birthday suits would have probably given him a nosebleed so powerful that he would have conked out and fallen back into bed, having passed out from such a stimulating sight before him.
After disrobing and printing out both bigger sets of clothing that would fit their newly enlarged frames as well as bigger towels to cover them upon entering and leaving the hot springs, the Hinata ladies proceeded to leave Kaolla's room. Several of them gave a longing glance towards Keitaro before departing, with a combination of genuine romantic passion mixed with lustful desire written on their faces as they glanced at the man resting in Kaolla's bed. Amalla noticed all of this and was somewhat thankful deep down at what it entailed and could lead to.
‘The harem plan seems to be moving well at this pace,' thought the older Su sister. ‘It won't be long now before everyone here wants to get with Keitaro and be his woman. I just need to resolve whatever resistance Keitaro himself might put up, as well as Naru's reluctance to the plan. I guess I should lay things out at this point, once we're all in the baths.'
And so it was that the ladies finally departed Kaolla's bedroom as they made their way towards the hot springs, leaving Keitaro to peacefully rest and heal his wound.