For Kaolla and her fellow Hinata dorm-mates, to say that heading back to school would be quite odd, given the circumstances over the last 2-3 days, would have been the understatement of the decade if not the century.

After all, how many girls ranging height-wise in the 5-foot-whatever area go home on Friday and come back on Monday being more than 8 feet tall (9 feet in Motoko’s case)?  To say that they had literally ALL eyes glued to them would be like saying that honey and syrup are kind of sticky.

What helped to accentuate just how damn BIG the entire lot of them had become was the simple fact that the school hallways were only 7-and-a-half feet in height, meaning that literally none of the lovely ladies could stand upright without trying to force her head through the ceiling.  The doorways were even more tedious, being “only” seven feet tall.  Obviously, in Motoko’s case, it just made the whole place seem that much smaller by comparison, given her exceptionally massive height and size all around.

Therefore, given those circumstances, the whole lot of young women (again, looking remarkably out of place since their bodies had aged to being in their late teens/early twenties in terms of appearance as well as being really big and extremely attractive) were outright magnets for attention by anybody who so much as caught a glimpse of them.  Every single one of them was downright modeling material in her very appearance, and the added inches in height merely helped to accentuate the natural beauty that each of them conveyed as they tried their best to nonchalantly go about their business as students.

Anything you’d expect of your typical middle school student - opening and going through her locker, walking the halls, drinking at the water fountain, navigating through the crowds - all of it was far beyond what it would have normally been otherwise, given the amazons who were gracing the school with their collective presence.

Whenever passing through a crowded area, people instinctively made way for any one of the bunch, given how large they were in comparison and their sheer size alone was intimidating enough in and of itself.  When it came to tending to their lockers, the girls had to bend down significantly in order to work the dials on their lockers (which felt remarkably small in their fingers and required extra finesse in order to handle).  

As for examining the bathrooms, the stalls were remarkably tiny now compared to a few days ago, with the toilet seats feeling far lower than they should have felt otherwise, given the altered center of gravity among all of the young ladies, especially with such lusciously longer legs supporting their magnificent frames, which resulted in their knees bent at a rather acute angle and their kneecaps resting high above the ground.  The stalls were also quite narrow by comparison to boot, with just a few inches of space between the stall walls and the girls’ hips and shoulders.  It was as if they were sitting in toilet stalls designed for very small children now, even though the stalls were spacious enough for them just days ago.

At least the toilet bowls were big enough to accommodate them…for now anyway.

Needless to say, the girls were feeling rather claustrophobic during their time at school, both with regards to the physical setup as well as among the students and faculty as they wandered the hallways and navigated their classrooms from one period to the next.

When it came to seating themselves in their classes, it was pretty much impossible for any single one of them to be able to adequately seat herself with the provided desks that the school offered, especially since the desk chairs were fused to the desk tabletop in most of the classrooms.  Everything was remarkably both too short and too confined compared to their larger sizes, especially with regards to their longer legs and wider hips.  It would have been like a fully grown human adult trying to force themselves into a preschooler's play chair to help present a visual of how ridiculously out-of-place the school furniture now was to the amazonian teenagers.

Therefore, in light of the seating being woefully inadequate to fit any of the newly enlarged Hinata ladies, they simply resigned themselves to sitting on the floor, usually at the back end of the classroom.  This was done in part to allow the other students to see the teacher and whatever was posted up on the chalkboard, whiteboard, or projector depending on the class and the day’s lesson plan, but the main reason was so that the larger ladies wouldn’t be too much of a distraction for the students, given their increased sizes and the sexual appeal which they exuded simply by being in the presence of others.

During each class the young women attended, there was a mix of both tension and awe among all others in each class (including the instructors) - tension over whether or not any of the amazons in the classroom would possibly hurt somebody else, using the sheer size of their larger bodies to their advantage and awe at simply basking in the presence of a person who was so big that it defied logic and conventional wisdom.

Fortunately, to the relief of all the other students and staff, the Hinata girls kept to the promise Kaolla made to the school principal at the start of homeroom period.  While the mere presence of the lovely larger ladies of Hinata certainly kept others alert, they were as dainty and reserved as newborn lambs in the presence of everyone else, especially Shinobu out of the whole lot of them.  

Indeed, the blue-haired, blue-eyed girl was even more meek and reserved than she would normally be on days prior, afraid to come too close to making physical contact with anybody other than her fellow amazons, as if everyone else was made of fine glass and the mere act of touching them would risk them shattering as a result.  In a way, it was mildly comical for somebody as big as Shinobu had become to act rather nervous and borderline jittery being surrounded by others who were so much smaller and shorter than her.  It was like an elephant being afraid of a small breed of dog, like a chihuahua, dachshund, or corgi.

One instance of Shinobu’s extra-nervous demeanor was during math class earlier in the day.

“So then,” said the teacher at the front of the class, writing on a dry-erase whiteboard with a black marker, “if you all follow the equation as I have written it out here, you should be able to solve for X.  Who here would like to come up here and solve it?”

Momentary silence was the answer, given that about half of the class was too nervous to take a shot at trying to solve it and risk getting it wrong in front of everybody, while around the other half was barely paying attention and had little interest in math to begin with.

“Oh, come on now,” the teacher sighed in mild annoyance, “surely SOMEBODY here can take a crack at this equation.  As they say, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”  Any takers?  Anyone?”

Shinobu wasn’t sure whether or not she should be so bold as to be the ‘taker’ for this rather basic task being laid out before the class.  Even before, she normally wasn’t the type to take the initiative in volunteering to solve equations or answer questions when the teacher presented them, given her somewhat shy demeanor.  Sure, when she was called out, she would make an honest attempt to come to the correct answer, hoping that she got it right.  But more times than not, she waited like most other students normally would in these circumstances, hoping somebody would raise their hand to volunteer on behalf of everyone else.

However, Shinobu didn’t like the awkward pause of silence that was building, and since she wanted there to be a better ‘flow’ regarding the lesson, she decided to act a bit out of character and volunteer herself.  Raising her hand as high as possible - and over the heads of her fellow students (all seated at this point) - Shinobu meekly replied.

“Umm, I think I can solve the equation, sir.” said the blue-haired beauty as she eyed the teacher.

“Ohh,” replied the instructor in a rather surprised tone of voice.  His reason for his surprise was two-fold:  (1) Shinobu normally wasn’t the type of student to volunteer to answer questions or solve math problems most of the time, and (2) Shinobu’s mere size would most likely prove to be something of a distraction, given that the young lady couldn’t even stand upright in the classroom (or most rooms/hallways in the entire school for that matter).

“Are you sure, Shinobu?” asked the instructor.  “I mean, you’re free to try and…come on up here if you’d like.  No pressure or anything.”  The teacher was obviously factoring in the simple fact that given Shinobu’s size and the aisles between the students’ desks, navigating between them would be rather tricky for the formerly dainty middle-school girl who was now a towering amazon beauty.  There was also the simple fact that she was seated at the very back of the classroom so as to try and not be too much of a distraction to the other students (which was in the category of “next to impossible” at this point, given just how damn BIG she was).

“I don’t mind, sir,” replied Shinobu.  “I’m pretty sure I know what the solution to the equation is.”

“Alright then, Miss Maehara,” said the instructor.  “Feel free to come on up here and umm…show us how to solve it then.  Mind your head coming up here, and class,” the teacher turned his attention to the other students, “be considerate and scoot your desks to the side for Shinobu if she needs you to.”

The teacher’s request to the the rest of the class - while very considerate - made Shinobu inwardly groan and blush in embarrassment over just how large she was (and was becoming to boot, given that Kaolla had yet to come up with an antidote to halt the growth spurts, never mind even something to reverse them at this point).  Under normal circumstances, such a request to move the desks aside would never have been brought up prior to the events over the past weekend, but now things in school were so darn SMALL compared to Shinobu and the other Hinata girls that functioning among everyone else in the outside world was becoming quite the chore.

Slowly rising from her seated position in the back, Shinobu raised a hand up to brace against the ceiling, making contact with it soon enough with her elbow bent substantially.  A moment later, the top of her head brushed up against it and she saw everything and everyone below her, as if she were a fly on the ceiling looking down upon all of them…and she wasn’t even standing completely straight.

Shinobu figured that if she tried to stand completely upright (assuming the ceiling plaster wasn’t too strong or dense), that everything above her collarbone would disappear through the ceiling…maybe even her shoulders too for that matter.

“Umm…okay, here goes,” muttered Shinobu quietly as she looked down upon all of her classmates.  “If you’ll excuse me.”

After eyeing the aisles, Shinobu aimed for the one that appeared the most spacious out of them all and began to make her way towards the front of the class.  From the perspective of her fellow classmates, it was as if she was a mighty icebreaker and they were small icebergs looking up as she navigated through them, her legs gently bumping and/or brushing up against their desks as she passed by, with her quietly muttering “sorry” whenever that happened.

For her part, Shinobu was just grateful that she was wearing a long enough skirt, so there was pretty much no way that any pervy schoolboys could hope to sneak a peek underneath and try to confirm the design or color of panties she was wearing…unless they were bold enough (and dumb enough) to simply grab the hem of her skirt and flip it up real quick to find out.  As tempting as that might have been for the more delinquent-minded males in the classroom, they erred on caution and decided not to incur the wrath of someone so tall that she couldn’t even stand upright in class.

Once Shinobu made her way up to the whiteboard, the teacher handed her his black dry-erase marker.  Upon accepting it, Shinobu couldn’t help but marvel at just how small it looked in her hand at this point.  The item was only slightly longer than her middle finger and roughly the same width in comparison…perhaps just a tad bit wider, but only by a few millimeters if that.  Shinobu was transfixed at how the scale of such a mundane object relative to her reminded the young lady of just how damn BIG she had become (and was going to be in the future if Kaolla didn’t have a cure in the very near future).

“Shinobu?” asked the teacher, which got the young woman out of her daze.

“Oh…um…I’m sorry, sir,” said the young lady as she stared down at the instructor, blushing with embarrassment.  “I was…lost in thought for a moment there.”

“It’s alright, Miss Maehara,” replied the teacher, just thankful that Shinobu was still the kind-hearted young woman she was always known to be around both students and staff throughout the school.  A more opportunistic individual might use such a size difference to intimidate and bully pretty much anyone and everyone they came into contact with, but as luck would have it, Shinobu and her fellow residents from Hinata House were rather reserved and quite polite under the circumstances as they were.  Even Sarah McDougal - for all of the brash attitude that she could convey from time to time - held back with considerable restraint in both her words and actions throughout the day.

“Alright then,” began Shinobu as she eyed the equation on the board, trying to get a comfortable hold on the marker in her hands.  Slowly, she began to write out the procedure to show how to solve the math problem, being quite detailed in her work.  Shinobu always was a rather studious individual who liked to pride herself on her minor academic talents when she could.  

As she wrote out the answer, she couldn’t help but notice that her writing on the board was larger in print compared to the equation written out on the board.  But rather than erase what she wrote and start over in smaller print, Shinobu simply chalked it up to her larger size.  After all, normal-sized print for most people would come off as a bit on the small side for someone of Shinobu’s size at this point, so it was only natural for Shinobu to feel the need for larger print for both reading and writing on her part.

“Okay then.  I’m done, sir,” stated Shinobu as she put the dry-erase marker down on the ledge just below the whiteboard.

Shinobu stoodby and patiently waited as the teacher looked over her answer to the equation.   Within a few seconds, the instructor nodded in satisfaction as he turned around to face the towering blue-haired beauty.

“Well done, Miss Maehara,” he said with an upbeat tone.  “As you’ve demonstrated, in this instance, X does indeed equal 13.  And thank you for showing all your work as well…and such nice penmanship to boot too.  You may return to your seat now.”

“Thank you, sir.” stated Shinobu with a bow.  At this point, she was only too eager to return to the back of the class, partly to avoid having all eyes glued to her from her current position and also because she disliked having to stand in a place having to bend at either the neck, hips, or knees for long periods.  The sooner she could go back to her seated position, the better overall in her opinion.

As Shinobu made her way through the aisles once more, she couldn’t help but catch onto some of the whispers she heard among the other students.

“Geez, what does she eat to get that big?” muttered one boy.

“You mean her body or her boobs?” responded another boy with a snicker.

“Both, dude.”  replied the first.

“Maybe she’s got some kind of tumor in her pituitary gland or something.” whispered a girl to a friend of hers.

“Even if she does, she wouldn’t grow THAT fast over the weekend as a result,” replied her friend.  “That sort of thing develops over years, not days.”

“Think she’ll end up getting any bigger?” muttered a different boy.

“If she does, she’ll end up having to crawl from room to room,” chuckled a girl in response.  “Look out, Queen Kong coming through!”  The girl replied in a hushed form of shouting as a mean joke.

All of this teasing was starting to get under Shinobu’s skin, so she simply stopped and gazed around in the center of the aisle, halfway between the front of the class and the back of the class so that she was literally at the center of it all.  From her “bird’s eye view” of everything as she stared down upon everyone before her, she immediately got the entire class’s attention without so much as saying a word.  Her mere presence did enough, with all eyes now on her.  Shinobu proceeded to clear her throat before speaking before everyone in the room.

“Listen,” she began, “regarding what I’ve been going through with regards to my…body, and everything related to it, I’m just going to say this:  If there’s something you’d like to say about me or any of my friends who are also going through this, I’d appreciate it if you said it directly to my face and not whisper it behind my back so that I can just barely make out the words.  That’s all.”

Shinobu briefly scanned the room and watched those who made snide remarks about her as she walked by as they dipped their heads down in embarrassment, not wanting to push their luck with the 8-foot-plus beauty that was standing large and in charge within the classroom.  Feeling that she had made her point well enough, Shinobu proceeded back to the back of the classroom and gracefully took a seated position once more.

For his part, the teacher was just glad that Shinobu didn’t start a fight and physically lash out at whoever made those snippy remarks about her size.  Things could have gone from bad to worse very VERY quickly, and given Shinobu’s larger size, the teacher was highly doubtful that he could get between her and whoever she decided to pounce on without becoming a casualty himself in the process.

Fast forward a few class periods later…

By lunch period, Shinobu had regrouped with her other fellow Hinata women (minus Motoko, obviously) at the cafeteria.  It was certainly blissful to be able to stand upright for a little while, given that the cafeteria had higher ceilings compared to most other parts of the school (more than ten feet in height throughout most of the eating area).

The only obvious downside was that they all now had SO many eyes on them, with literally more than a hundred other students sitting among their own respective groups as they ate and talked amongst themselves.  Of course, the topic that pretty much all of them were going on about was the group of five amazons who all sat at their own respective table, using benches in place of individual seating.  Given their 8-foot-plus frames, there was the serious risk that the typical single seat might risk breaking underneath such a large body, though while the girls assembled were certainly heavy, they could in no conceivable way be considered ‘fat’ or even overweight in terms of proportions and their BMI relative to their overall size.

The group of five sat around their table (which felt remarkably short for them at this point, along with the benches they sat on) and made the usual smalltalk as they ate.  The chattiest of the bunch ended up being mainly Shinobu, Kaolla, and Mei, while Sarah made the occasional one-sentence comment and Nyamo kept almost completely silent (as was usually the case with her).

“So after I heard some snide comments made as I was making my way back,” said Shinobu recounting her experience in math class, “I just got so upset by it all that I just…I felt the need to say something about it.  At least there were no more smart aleck comments afterwards.”

“I’m proud of you Shinobu-chan,” replied Kaolla with a grin.

“For what?” asked Shinobu.

“Standing up for yourself, of course,” answered Kaolla.  “You didn’t call out anybody by name, and you didn’t attack anybody or make any kind of threat.  All you did was tell everyone there that you didn't appreciate that kind of talk and you weren’t going to stand for it, plain and simple.”

“With respect, Kaolla,” stated Mei, “under the circumstances as they are, I think if any of us did what Shinobu did, then most people might take our response as bordering on threatening.”

“For speaking up?” asked a surprised Kaolla.

“At our size, yes, sad to say,” answered Mei.  “Even the slightest statement implying some kind of warning from any of us could be interpreted as a threat of punishment to come, given how big we all are at this point.  After all, even middle school kids are smart enough to know that someone 8 feet in height or taller could do a LOT of damage physically to them.  And there are five of us here - six if we include Motoko.  Who exactly is going to measure up in a toe-to-toe  confrontation with any of us in terms of physical power?”

“Maybe if they attacked us as a large group,” muttered Sarah, “assuming there are enough of them willing to risk their own safety, knowing that at least some of them would get seriously messed up in the process.”

“Come on now,” stated Shinobu.  “I don’t want to hurt ANYBODY period, especially not the other students or teachers here.  So please stop talking like that.  Somebody might overhear and get the wrong idea.”

“I understand your concern, Shinobu,” replied Mei.  “But from their perspective, our very size has them on alert.  Even if we show them that we mean no harm in any way whatsoever, they’ll be hesitant to take us at our word.  The power dynamic between us and them has grown significantly in our favor…and will continue to do so as we end up getting bigger.”

At this point, Shinobu, Sarah, and Mei had all collectively focused their eyes on Kaolla as Mei finished that last part of her statement.  The Molmolian girl simply stared wide-eyed and slightly confused as she bit into her hunk of bread on her lunch tray.

“What?” asked Kaolla with a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on her face.

“Don’t you ‘what?’ us,” grumbled Sarah.  “You’re the supergenius here, so you already know why we’re looking at you.”

Another momentary pause of silence before Mei decided to be blunt and state the obvious.

“Kaolla, any progress on a potential antidote to at least STOP our growth?  Reversing it would be even better, but I’d be content with knowing that we won’t keep getting bigger and bigger as the days wear on.”  The younger Narusegawa sister was being direct, but courteous all the same.

“I’m in agreement with Mei on that,” stated Shinobu.  “I mean, at the very least, do you have some kind of experimental samples or something back in your lab that you’re running tests on while we’re here at school?  That’s part of the reason that I wished we stayed back at Hinata House, so that you can work on whipping up something to end all of this crazy growth we’re going through.”

“Ditto on that sentiment,” muttered Sarah in agreement.

“Well, if it makes you girls feel any better,” replied Kaolla, “I DO in fact have a couple of batches of potential antidotes that I have my robots and supercomputers tinkering with.  I just need to make sure that whatever it is we end up putting into our bodies doesn’t harm us in any conceivable way.  Therefore, it takes time to make sure that whichever batch we end up taking is safe for all of us to use.  It wouldn’t do for any single one of us to experience negative side effects for at least two major reasons.”

“Those being?” inquired Mei.

“The first reason is pretty straightforward,” answered Kaolla.  “All of you, and when I say that, I mean all of you here, Motoko, and all the others back at Hinata House are my family, whom I love and cherish very very much from the bottom of my heart.  Therefore, I don’t want to put the lives of any of my precious people in jeopardy with whatever test batch of antidote I end up picking from for us to use.  If one careless misstep on my part resulted in something terrible happening to even a single one of you…I…I think I’d go to pieces.”  While Kaolla was known for her playful and jovial nature, the tone in her voice was dead serious at this point.  The young woman clearly wasn’t joking about how much she cared for her fellow housemates.

“I…I understand, Kaolla,” replied Shinobu.  “Trust me, I wouldn’t want any harm to befall any of us at Hinata House either, and I’m pretty sure the others are in complete agreement with me on that.  So I get your first point, Kaolla, but what’s your other one?”  Sarah, Mei, and Nyamo all leaned in curiously to find out what Kaolla’s other reason for her hesitancy on testing potential antidotes was.

“Well,” replied Kaolla, “admittedly, the second reason is closely linked to the first one, and you’ll probably roll your eyes in response, thinking that I’m being childish or naive in my reasoning…even though I’m dead serious about it.”

“Come on Kaolla, what is it?” asked an insistent Mei.

“Just spit it out already,” grumbled Sarah.

Kaolla simply snorted in response before taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, and looking at the entire group before her at the table.

“Simply put,” stated Kaolla, “it just wouldn’t do for anybody here to end up being harmed, as that would prove detrimental to the successful completion of the harem plan, plain and simple.”

The other girls (minus Nyamo) all stared at Kaolla with looks of outright incredulity on their faces.  Was Kaolla HONESTLY going to bring up all of this harem talk AGAIN?

“Alright, Kaolla,” grumbled Sarah.  “Seriously now, you’ve had your fun with your little fantasy about everyone getting together with Keitaro and all, but I think it’s time that-”

“I’m dead serious about what I just said and I’m not giving one inch of ground on where I stand,” interrupted Kaolla sternly but surprisingly with no aggression in her voice.  “My sister and I are dead set on seeing the harem plan through to the very end, and under the circumstances, things are proceeding at about the pace I was expecting.  I’d like things to move a little faster overall, but the plan will come to fruition soon enough, I suppose.”

“Come now, Kaolla,” replied Mei.  “You honestly believe that everyone here is okay with-”

“Does anybody here hate Keitaro Urashima?” interrupted Kaolla once more.  “Do any single one of you here despise being near Keitaro or spending time with him?  Would the idea of you being romantically involved with him disgust you or feel like torture?  And please be honest, because I’ll know if you’re lying.”  Kaolla’s eyes scanned the table, mainly focused on both Sarah and Mei, before speaking up once more.

“We all basically know that Shinobu’s crazy in love with Keitaro.  That practically goes without saying, even if she’s reluctant to act on her feelings for him.  Both Nyamo and I are on board with the harem plan.  As for Motoko, I know that she’s got a strong crush on Keitaro which has most likely blossomed into genuine love at this point. That really just leaves the two of you [referring to Sarah and Mei].  So then, do EITHER of you absolutely detest the idea of being Keitaro’s wives?  Does the idea of joining the Molmolian royal family and becoming sister-wives with the rest of Hinata House honestly disgust you?  Does it?”

Sarah and Mei were both taken back by Kaolla’s directness.  Whereas normally the Molmolian supergenius had such a happy-go-lucky carefree attitude, this time she was being quite blunt and to-the-point in her analysis of the situation.

“Well?” asked Kaolla.  “I’m waiting for an answer from each of you, and I intend to hear it.  We’ve danced around this topic enough times now and I intend to do my part and see that things reach their intended conclusion among the younger women of Hinata House.  Neither of you are leaving this table until I have an answer about how you honestly feel about Keitaro, understand?”

‘Where the hell did this kind of Kaolla come from?’ thought Sarah with wide eyes.  ‘She’s never been this assertive before…nothing even close to this level of assertive.’

‘Who is this person sitting before us?’ thought Mei with a likewise look on her face.  ‘It’s nothing like the Kaolla I’ve known for all these months.  She’s being so…direct in the way she speaks and carries herself.’

Given the somewhat stony look in Kaolla’s eyes, it was clear enough that she was being dead serious in getting an answer out of both Sarah and Mei at this point.  As far as she was concerned, there was no more putting things off regarding where these young ladies stood with regards to their feelings for Keitaro.  Kaolla WOULD get to the very root of things over how Sarah and Mei felt about the loveable goofball manager of Hinata House.

“W-well,” began Mei, figuring that she might as well start, given how reticent Sarah was most likely going to be, “I…I’ll admit that I do have a…a favorable opinion of Keitaro overall.  He’s reliable…if a little bit dorky at times.  But, he does his best as dorm manager and works hard to try to get into Tokyo U.  So…I mean to say…I don’t dislike him, if that’s what you’re getting at, Kaolla…”  Mei was doing her best to be truthful while at the same time not answering Kaolla’s question outright, but the younger Su sister was having none of it.

“Do you have ANY romantic feelings for Keitaro?” asked Su bluntly.  “Again, bear in mind that I’ll know if you’re either lying or not being completely upfront with me.”  Once again, Kaolla was cutting right to the chase at this point in the conversation, and it was leaving both Sarah and Mei rather surprised, at a loss for words, and a little intimidated as well.

“I…” began Mei, but broke eye contact with Su.

“Yes?” continued an insistent Kaolla, not letting up one bit.

“I…honestly don’t know if I…if I…if I lo-...”  By this point, it was as if there was a lump in the center of Mei’s throat.

“Go on,” replied Kaolla with a smirk.  “Say it.”

“I don’t know if what I feel for Keitaro is love or not, okay!?” stated a blushing Mei, keeping her voice low in order to lessen the chance of someone else outside the table hearing them.

“Okay then, we’re finally making progress,” stated Kaolla with a toothy grin.  “Now why is it that you’re unsure about what you feel for Keitaro?”

“Look,” countered Mei, “I know that he helped reconcile things between me and Naru when I thought Naru hated me back then, and for that I’m eternally grateful to him, really I am.  He’s kind-hearted and earnest, and he has a bad habit of placing the blame on himself when something goes wrong, even when it’s clearly not his fault.  He’s goofy at times, but he is willing to practically bend over backwards to help out someone in a pinch or a bind.  Overall, he’s…he’s…”

“He’s?” inquired Kaolla as she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow.

“Keitaro…he’s…,” continued Mei, “he’s…somebody I wouldn’t necessarily MIND dating, but even if that was possible, I just couldn’t go through with it.”

“And why is that?” countered Kaolla.

“Because Keitaro is Naru’s boyfriend.  I could never do something so hurtful as to try and hookup with my sister’s boyfriend behind her back.  Don’t you get it?  Even if I…did have feelings for the guy, it just couldn’t work out with things as they are.”

“Oh Mei,” sighed Kaolla as she gently shook her head from side to side.  “Mei Mei Mei Mei Mei, don’t YOU get it?  Two things you should understand, given that they’re both interconnected.”

“And what would those be?” asked a curious Sarah in response.

“First off,” started Kaolla.  “With the harem plan underway, there doesn’t need to be any infighting or unpleasantness between ANY of us.  Keitaro wouldn’t have to choose who to be with romantically and leave everyone else out with nobody to love; he could simply be married to ALL of us and then we could all live together as one big happy family and spend our time loving one another - both between ourselves and Keitaro as well as between one another.  This way, we ALL get what we want!”  Kaolla spoke with her usually chippy upbeat demeanor in the tone of her voice.

The other girls (minus Nyamo) simply sat there with wide opened eyes and weren’t sure how to respond to Kaolla’s declaration.  Even though they had heard it quite a few times now, it still sounded like a straight-up fantasy which the Molmolian girl was trying to conjure up, but they knew well enough that despite Kaolla’s overall playful demeanor, this was one thing which she was dead set on, just like her sister.

“Okay then, Kaolla,” stated Shinobu, “leaving that part aside, what’s the other ‘thing’ that you were mentioning earlier?”

“Simply put, dear Shinobu-chan,” responded Kaolla, “I’m 99.99% certain that Naru’s basically on-board with the harem plan already, if last night was any indicator.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sarah.

“Oh come on now, girls,” replied Kaolla with a big grin.  “We were all there in the hot springs.  We all saw Naru carry Keitaro inside so that she could…well, you know…show Keitaro just how much she loves him.  And if I recall right, both Kanako and Mutsumi followed right alongside her into the dorms, right into Keitaro’s bedroom if I were to guess.  Do I really need to go into more detail by this point?  We’re all big girls here.”  Kaolla finished with a chuckle, given her choice of words in that part of the conversation.

“W-well, even so,” said a blushing Shinobu (with both Sarah and Mei also blushing distinctly by this point, “j-just because Naru might have been willing to…share, to keep things simple, it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’d be okay with sharing Keitaro with even more women.  I think that you’re jumping to conclusions on this one Kao-”

“Naru has gone from being completely territorial with regards to Keitaro to now being willing to share him with two other women in the span of a single night,” stated Kaolla in a rather ‘matter-of-factly’ tone of voice.  “I seriously doubt that Naru’s honestly going to put up any REAL resistance with regards to both her and Keitaro becoming part of an outright royal harem.  Oh, she might grumble and get jealous here and there, just like any wife would when another member of the harem is capitalizing on the husband.  That’s perfectly understandable.  I’d expect it from pretty much any and all of us to one extent or another.  But aside from some playful teasing and a little friendly competition, I’m pretty darn sure that Naru will let the harem plan take its natural and intended course.  Besides, she would at least be part of a harem with people she already knows well and cares about deeply already, as opposed to total strangers whom she would be unfamiliar with.  We - all thirteen of us ladies - are already sisters to each other as far as I’m concerned.  This just helps cement that relationship outright…well, I suppose we would be ‘upgraded’ to something more akin to ‘sister-wives,’ in a way of looking at things.”

Upon hearing this, the girls simply stared at Kaolla with looks on their faces that were something of a mix between shocked and awed.  Normally such a quirky and bubbly sort of girl, Kaolla was speaking in a rather apt and direct way at the moment.  She had clearly given this plan of hers some serious thought and perceived the developments as occurring like something akin to chess moves being played out on the board, or like a Rube Goldberg machine with a ball moving through all the twists and turns of the device as it made its way along to the final destination of its journey.

“Well now,” resumed Kaolla once more, turning her gaze from Mei to Sarah, “I’ve more-or-less gotten an answer out of Mei-chan, so now that leaves you, darling Sarah-chan.  And like I said earlier, please be honest and upfront with me, because I’ll know if and when you’re lying.”  Kaolla finished with her own somewhat leering grin as she focused her sights on the blonde-haired blue-eyed beauty sitting before her.

Sarah blinked in rapid succession, feeling a little embarrassed and intimidated being put on the spot like this.  It felt as if she was in a court of law and now sitting on the witness stand after being sworn to testify in front of everybody.

“Uhh…well I…umm…” replied the flustered blonde-haired beauty.

“Yes?” responded Kaolla, elongating the “e” as she spoke.

“I mean…the dork is…okay and all,” resumed Sarah, trying to not come off as a bumbling idiot as she spoke.  “While I initially thought that he was trying to get between me and my dad, I found out later, that really wasn’t the case.  I admit that I was acting like a selfish brat back in those days and went out of my way to make his life…difficult and all.”

“That’s putting it kind of lightly, Sarah,” commented Mei.  “Back then, you had a penchant for pulling pranks on Keitaro and even Naru to some extent.”

“Come on now, Mei, don’t go putting the girl down now,” Kaolla politely warned.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Mei responded with a mild blush indicating her embarrassment.

“Look, I know I was acting real childish back then, and I DO regret being such a spoiled brat from back in those days,” continued Sarah.  “After getting to know the dor-...I mean, getting to know Keitaro and what kind of guy he is…I mean…”  Sarah started to blush again and look downwards at her tray, breaking off eye contact with Kaolla and the others.

“Yes?  Go on…” cooed Kaolla, eager to get Sarah to spill whatever she was willing to at this point.

“Well,” continued Sarah, “he’s a nice enough guy and all, if a little mushy and a bit of a pushover…but I just…”

“You just?” asked Kaolla.

“I just…don’t know if I could see myself…well, you know…dating him, and all that.  I’m not sure we would…how to put it…connect?” said Sarah.

“Oh come now, Sarah,” replied Kaolla with a leery grin, “I know that you’ve started blushing more often when you and Keitaro are in the same room these days.  I don’t think you’re necessarily lying to us in your explanation…you’re just not completely sure as to how you yourself feel about your own emotions towards Keitaro.  But I’m sure with a little cultivation, they can grow and grow into something far more powerful, intense, and meaningful than what they are right now.  After all…”

“After all…what?” asked a somewhat confused Sarah.

“You weren’t exactly kicking or thrashing in resistance when we were all…getting to know one another not so long ago…”  The insinuation in Kaolla’s tone of voice was clear enough among the rest of the group.  The younger Su sister was referring to the episodes of group makeout sessions in which all the young women had been party to at this point.  Aside from full-blown cunnilingus or other types of “penetration” in certain areas, all of the women assembled had engaged in some particularly ‘hot and heavy’ kinds of intimacy back at the Hinata House dorms…and as Kaolla said, while the actions were certainly disarming and surprising to say the least, not a single one of the younger women straight-up screamed out in resistance or made any serious attempt to flee any of the group ‘love fests’ that they ended up being entangled (quite literally) into.

Much as Sarah wanted to come up with some kind of witty retort to what Kaolla just said, the young woman simply sat still in somewhat stunned silence, blushing furiously and picking at her food in response.  It was that type of response that Kaolla decided to seize upon and push whatever advantage she had in making her case for the harem plan.

“So, having said all that,” resumed the younger Su sister, “would it REALLY be so inconceivable to include Keitaro into such a relationship, given how fond you are about the guy and since you’ve ALREADY gotten fresh with a bunch of us girls up to this point?  Because frankly, I’m failing to see a reason as to why you SHOULDN’T get in on all the fun times and tender, loving moments that we’re sure to have once everyone becomes folded into our family.”  The grin on Kaolla’s face was practically shining, and the rosiness in her cheeks became all the more pronounced.

“Kaolla, why are you so damn persistent about making this harem of yours come to life?” asked Mei in response to Kaolla’s line of thinking.

“Because I’m head-over-heels in love with Keitaro,” replied the Molmolian beauty in a particularly bubbly tone of voice.  “And I’m also in love with EVERYONE at Hinata House.  I might just love Keitaro a teensy weensy bit more than everyone else by comparison…well, except for Shinobu here,” Kaolla wrapped an arm around Shinobu and gave her a sideways hug and a kiss on the cheek to show her affection after saying this.  “I’d say that I love both Keitaro and Shinobu in equal measure with everybody else at an EXTREMELY close second place.  But who knows?  With a little bit of time, I could very well have EVERYONE at Hinata House tied for first place in terms of how much I love them.  I want us all to be a family, and live happily ever after together for the rest of our lives, and love each other - and MAKE LOVE to each other - on a daily basis.  I’d prefer hourly if I’m being honest, but I’ll settle for daily, so long as there’s one group orgy at the end of each day, of course.”

“G-group o-or-orgy?” asked a madly blushing Shinobu.  “I don’t even see how that’s possible, Kaolla.”

“Love, patience, and a WHOLE lot of stamina, my darling Shinobu-chan,” replied Kaolla with a rather sexy smirk.  “Things that we’ll all attain with time, experience, and a little extra ‘oomph’ here and there.”

“What do you mean by ‘oomph’ exactly?” asked Mei.

“Whether it’s via medical supplements which I can provide,” replied Kaolla, “or by the wonders of our growth spurts, I can make sure that literally EVERYONE has enough energy to go on for hours in the bedroom.  Most likely it’ll be a combination of both of those things, but either way, as long as there’s both the endurance and will to continue, then I don’t care so much over the HOW on the topic of group lovemaking, just so long as we all have the energy for it…especially with Big Sis Amalla factored into things.  Knowing her, she’ll refuse to go to sleep until she’s had a turn with literally everybody in the bedroom…maybe even two turns with everyone.”

“Sh-she’s really THAT much of a horndog?” asked Sarah.

“Her hunger for love delves into the realm of god-like,” stated Kaolla matter-of-factly.  “Big Brother Lamba has told a few stories of just how damn HUNGRY she can get when it comes to matters of sex.  I imagine with her increased size, that hunger will probably grow just like she has.”

“Great,” grumbled Sarah.  “An amazonian nymphomaniac with a nearly insatiable desire for sexual release…what could POSSIBLY go wrong there?”

“Indeed,” sighed Mei in agreement.

“Oh don’t worry now,” stated Kaolla in reassurance.  “Amalla might be the hungry sort, but she’s VERY patient and understanding as well.  I’m pretty sure that in the beginning, she’ll be understanding enough to know that few people will be able to match up to her level in the bedroom in terms of stamina or endurance.  After a few go-arounds, we should be able to satisfy her enough that she finds the nights satisfactory.”

“Do you hear yourself, Kaolla?” asked Shinobu.  “You’re talking about…b-big group outings involving…w-well, you know…”  The blue-haired, blue-eyed beauty was simply too flabbergasted to actually say the words she was alluding to at that point.

“Group sex, yes, my dear sweet Shinobu-chan,” replied Kaolla with a grin before leaning in and giving the girl a heartfelt smooch on the lips (no tongue included).  The action caught Shinobu off-guard and made her go wide-eyed as well as increase the intensity of her blush (if that was even possible by this point).

“If there’s one thing in this world which both my sister and I will NEVER tire of, it’s showing just how much we love and care for the people near and dear to us.” stated Kaolla with a hint of strong authority in her words.  “And in this case, those people include EVERYONE at Hinata House - including sweet little Keitaro Urashima of course, who as far as I’m concerned is everybody’s husband at this point.  All that needs doing is to cement that relationship he has or will soon have with everyone in our family and then we can proceed to love one another for hours on end until we are simply too tired to do otherwise.”

“B-but Kaolla,” replied Shinobu, “with regards to your sister, isn’t she already a married woman?  Wouldn’t the idea of marrying Keitaro and everyone else complicate things for her as it is?”

“Sweet of you to both notice and be concerned, Shinobu-chan,” stated Kaolla.  “But as far as Big Sister Amalla goes, she has a LEGENDARY appetite for loving, so as far as she is concerned, this would simply be a case of expanding the royal harem to include more members into it.  And given the amount of clout Amalla has within the royal family, everyone else - including Big Brother Lamba - would pretty much ‘bend the knee’ to what Amalla desires, which in this case would simply be a matter of bringing in more wives and another husband into the Molmolian royal harem, plain and simple.  I doubt there would be much backtalk to such an adjustment, if there would be any at all.”

“You’re saying that your own brother - the very king of Molmol - would be perfectly okay with the idea of more lovers getting added into the Molmolian royal family?” asked Mei incredulously.

“For two simple reasons, yes.” stated Kaolla.  “First off, like I mentioned earlier, Big Sister Amalla has a LOT of sway regarding matters of politics within the Kingdom of Molmol.  She’s basically what some would call the ‘power behind the throne’ as far as matters of palace gossip and intrigue goes.  Lamba may SIT the throne, but Amalla has the pleasure of de facto occupying it as the king’s head wife, given how much she loves Lamba and how much he in turn loves her.”

“Okay…weird.” stated Sarah.  “What about the second reason then?”

“As for the second reason,” continued Kaolla, “it’s actually fairly close to the first reason I mentioned in some ways.”

“How so?” asked Mei.

“Given the amount of love formed between Lamba and Amalla, there’s a level of intrinsic trust between the two of them that most people simply cannot comprehend.  Amalla trusts Lamba to always be open and forthright with her at all times, and Lamba expects sound judgment from Amalla in turn.  Whether that is in matters of politics, international affairs, or romance, the two of them share a bond that is deeper than what most can really fathom, almost as if they can communicate telepathically.  So when it comes to matters of growing the royal harem, Lamba trusts Amalla absolutely, given that she is effectively adding members to the Molmolian royal family as it is.”

“W-wait,” asked a flummoxed Shinobu, “you’re saying that those of us who get roped into this whole harem you’re cooking up…we would be expected to…bed your brother as well?”

“Oh, heavens no!” replied Kaolla.  “Not against your will anyway.  We among the Molmolian royal family abhor forcing anybody into the act of bedroom arts with us if they do not consent to it.  Rest assured, darling Shinobu-chan…let me reiterate, to ALL of you gathered here, none of you would be forced into bedding either Big Brother Lamba or his current wives in the midst of all of this when you are eventually brought into the royal family.”

“But you said that we’d be brought into the Molmolian royal family,” pondered Mei aloud.  “If that’s really the case, wouldn’t we end up…you know…getting ‘intimate’ with your brother and the other members of his harem?”

“Perhaps in due time, if any of you would be interested in such a thing,” replied Kaolla.  “For now, I think it’s enough for us to focus on forming OUR harem before we entertain the notion of combining it with Big Brother Lamba’s harem…even if that’s most likely what Amalla yearns for with mouthwatering anticipation, if I know my sister well enough.”

“Oh god,” grumbled Sarah.  “You can’t honestly believe that she’s crazy enough to try and pull off something like what you just said?”

“Oh, don’t underestimate Amalla’s hunger for all things regarding love, passion, and intimacy,” countered Kaolla.  “As far as my big sister is concerned, she's a firm believer in the concept of ‘the more the merrier’ when it comes to romance and bedroom activities.”

“It’s a good thing we’re sitting down already,” muttered Shinobu.  “I’m not sure I can handle what I’m hearing at the moment.”

“Don’t you fret or worry over such a thing, Darling Shinobu-chan,” replied Kaolla with her usual bubbly disposition.  “For now, let’s just focus on OUR harem with all of us and our dear sweet Keitaro-kun.  Once we cement that relationship, we can consider where to proceed from that point on.”

A moment later, the school bell went off, indicating that the period was ending and the students were to attend their next classes.  The Hinata girls in turn took their lunch trays to be disposed of, maneuvering their way through the crowd of other students.  Though, given their size, the towering beauties were given quite a bit of leeway by literally everyone else whom they neared (both students and faculty).  Nobody wanted to risk being on the bad side of somebody who was eight feet tall in height or greater.

As it turned out, the next period for all the Hinata girls was one in which all five of them shared, ironically enough.  And it was also a class where they wouldn’t have to feel too cramped compared to their previous classes (given their enlarged sizes, of course).  No need to worry about bending over to avoid bumping into ceilings or maneuvering through comparatively tight quarters…at least not for the entire class.

After all, the next period class for the amazonian beauties was physical education, or what folks would more commonly refer to as gym class.