Meanwhile, as Naru and Mutsumi were working to convert Kitsune into joining the harem…

“Wh-what has gotten into you all?” asked Haruka.

In this case, she was asking the question to Kanako, Tsuruko, and Amalla, all of whom had surrounded the older woman and were doing their utmost to essentially press her into service regarding joining in the harem.

“Oh, come on Haruka,” sighed Kanako.  “It’s for the best if you simply make peace with the inevitable and accept what’s coming.  You should know by this point that we - and I do emphasize WE, meaning we three here and several others of us - are not taking no for an answer on this whole thing.  Why even try to put up any more resistance by this point?”

“Do you even HEAR yourself, Kanako?” replied Haruka.  “You sound  just as hell-bent as Amalla about this whole thing.  You’re HONESTLY okay with the idea of being in one big gang-bang with Keitaro and a bunch of other women?  It wasn’t so long ago that you were in the opposite camp on that whole idea.  And now you’re fine with it?  Really!?”

At this point, Kanako, Tsuruko, and Amalla had cornered Haruka in her own room, with Amalla and Tsuruko using their greater height to effectively keep Haruka from going anywhere.  While all four women were certainly towering beauties who stood taller than the vast majority of people on the globe by this point, Amalla and Tsuruko were utilizing their heights as the tallest among the Hinata women to maximum effect.

“Look Haruka,” said Kanako, with Amalla and Tsuruko flanking her on each side, “I get your logic, believe me I do.  You’re dead right.  A week back…hell, even less than a week ago, I would have been in complete agreement with what you just said.  I love Keitaro with all my heart and I would have been completely in line with what you just said.  But now things are different.  I’ve made peace with what Amalla has in the works.  I’m not as crazy about it as she is, but I’m willing to suffer a relatively minor inconvenience if that’s what it takes to be with the one I love.  And given that you’re older than me and relatively less impulsive than me in comparison, it shouldn’t be THAT hard for you to accept your place in the harem.”

“Kana-chan’s right, Haru-chan,” said Amalla.  “The sooner you take your rightful place as a part of our big, happy family, the better I say.  I’ve already got my sights on you and I’m not one to take no for an answer when it comes to people I care about, so you might as well let what’s to come reach its forgone conclusion.  Though if you need a little more coaxing in order to persuade you further, I’m MORE than happy to do what needs to be done.”  Amalla’s face had a big, pervy grin adorning it as she said that last part.

“Tsuruko, please talk some sense into the two of them,” said Haruka, hoping the older Aoyama sister would side with her on this topic.  “Are you REALLY okay with being in a big group marriage setup?  Doesn’t the idea of having to compete for one man bother you in the slightest?”

“I don’t see it as competition, my dear sweet Haru-chan,” replied Tsuruko with an endearing and calm grin on her face.  “The way I see it, I’m effectively being married to Keitaro as well as a dozen other lovely women whom I get to spend all my future days with.  There need not be any infighting among us, aside from some playful back-and-forth banter and mock contests for Keitaro’s love…with ALL of us winning in the very end once all is said and done.  While I admit the notion of it all seemed rather odd at first, I’m now just as adamant as Amalla-chan and several of the others by this point.  I’m committed to spending my time loving and getting to know Keitaro all the more, and I also get to be with a whole gaggle of very pretty girls and beautiful women to boot.  I simply cannot help but see such a thing as quite the boon I’ve fallen into.”  The grin on Tsuruko’s face indicated that she was being completely open about her two cents on the whole matter.

‘Great,’ thought Haruka, ‘I really DO stand alone in this whole thing now, don’t I?’

“So then, dear sweet Haru-chan,” said Amalla in a somewhat seductive tone of voice, “why don’t we stop beating around the bush on this whole thing and bring you into the fold now, huh?  Way I see it, the sooner we have you and Keitaro consummate your love, the sooner we can proceed to make it a regular, nightly matter.”

“Nightly!?” asked Haruka.

“That’s my intention,” replied Amalla with a grin.  “At the very least, every other night if not every night.  If by chance Kei-kun ends up exerting a little too much on his part and leaves yo paralyzed in after-sex bliss, we could wait a day or so before you have another go at things.  Hopefully, after a few weeks at the most, you’ll be able to join in the fun with everyone else on a nightly basis.  If need be, I’ll ask Kaolla to whip up some supplements to help boost your energy levels and your sex drive so that you’ll have not trouble keeping up with everyone’s ‘appetites,’ my dear sweet Haru-chan.”

‘What is with this woman?’ thought Haruka.  ‘She’s a nymphomaniac in a class all her own if ever I’ve seen one.  She has a thirst for sex like a fish thirsts for water, I swear.’

“Need I remind you that I don’t have feelings for JUST Keitaro,” Haruka replied with a retort.  “There are others, you know…”

“Yes, yes,” replied Amalla as she rolled her eyes.  “Seta and Julia, I remember.  And I believe I told you that all that needs to be done is for them to be your exclusive lovers in order to settle that little matter, remember?”

“You CAN’T be serious!” declared Haruka.  “You HONESTLY think that the two of them are going to be okay with me being in a relationship with Keitaro and a bunch of other women, one of them being Julia’s DAUGHTER no less?”

“I’m guessing that if Seta and Julia care for you like you care for them, then it shouldn’t be THAT big of a problem.  I mean…even before this whole harem plan of mine and Kaolla’s, you’ve effectively been in a harem with the two of them now, right?”  Amalla said that with perfect clarity, centering in on the heart of Haruka’s reluctance.

“We…we haven’t been…intimate…for some time now,” replied Haruka.  “Given Julia’s health, it would be too risky to engage in such a thing.  And besides, neither Julia nor Seta have seen me by this point.  How exactly do you think that they would respond to seeing me this freakin’ big now, huh?”  Haruka gestured with her arms in a sweeping motion to present her whole body before the other three women.

“You don’t think that either one of them would freak the hell out once they got a good look at me?” Haruka stated bluntly.  “You don’t think that either of them - Julia especially - would panic and run off in fear after seeing what a lumbering brute I’ve turned into?”

“Oh come now, Haru-chan,” said Tsuruko, “you’re not a brute or anything like that.  If anything, you’re a towering beauty whom I am honored to be partnered up and paired with as a member of our family.  Your inner beauty is just as rich and vibrant as your outward appearance.”

“I second that analysis,” said Amalla with a grin.  “You have what some might refer to as an ‘old soul.’  You have this sort of…how to put it…a ‘deep’ vibe about you, if that makes sense.  The sort of thing that is gained with experience and age, a kind of deep wisdom of sorts.  It makes a lovely addition to our big, happy family in my opinion.  And besides…”

“Besides what?” asked Haruka.

“Regarding Seta and Julia…well Julia anyway at a bare minimum.  I’m fairly certain that Kaolla can whip up some medicines that can bring Julia’s constitution back to full strength.  There’s also the idea of giving her some of this growth hormone which we’ve all been blessed with to boot.  I figure that once Kaolla gets the formula’s specifications down to a T, she can give Julia a controlled dosage of it…and then both you and her can tag-team on Seta and show him a REALLY good time and all that…”  Once again, Amalla’s face lit up with a big, perverted grin at what she was implying (and most likely thinking about).

“You’re joking, right?” asked Haruka.  “You HONESTLY think that Set and/or Julia will be okay with the idea of you experimenting on them?  You think that Julia will simply acquiesce and let you inject her with something, simply on the grounds of ‘Trust Me’ or some other such nonsense?”

“If they TRULY do care for you like you care for them, which I’m pretty sure is the case,” countered Amalla with a grin, “I’m fairly certain that they’ll be open-minded about this little arrangement.  I’m usually a good judge of one’s character, remember?  Besides, the more and more I think about it, the more deadset I am on making your side harem a reality.  Just imagine:  You and Julia, standing a good ten feet tall or more, with Seta nestled between you two in a bed or in the hot springs.  I’d imagine that he’d certainly be QUITE aroused at such wonderful female company alright.  And this way, you need not sacrifice your love for Keitaro either.  You can be with ALL of them, my dear sweet Haru-chan…perhaps not together as it were, but still…whenever you’ve had your moments of intimacy with Keitaro, you can simply turn your attention to Seta and Julia afterwards and rekindle your love with them afterwards.  Then once the three of you have had your fun, you can go back to Keitaro again.  Back and forth and all that.”

“I seriously doubt that Seta and Julia would be okay with me having Keitaro as a lover on the side as well,” countered Haruka.  “That and the realization that you’re trying to rope me into a harem where I’d be some kind of co-wife with their daughter to boot!  You honestly believe that Seta and Julia aren’t going to have a problem with me effectively being married to their DAUGHTER in one harem while being married to the two of them in another harem?  With a setup like that, you’re just asking for a whole bunch of drama and trouble to come, and much sooner than later I’ll add.”

There was a momentary pause as the other three women pondered over Haruka’s statement.  Both Kanako and Tsuruko somewhat deferred to Amalla on how to respond, given that she was one of the main driving forces behind seeing the harem plan brought to full fruition.  After a few seconds passed, Amalla spoke up once again.

“Well, my dear Haru-chan,” said Amalla, “I admit that it IS an interesting counterargument that you bring up.  I’m sure that things might seem a bit…odd, given how you’ve conceptualized that scenario.  Though I do have some modest counterpoints to what you’ve stated.”

“Them being?” asked Haruka rather skeptically.

“Well, for one thing,” said Amalla, “on the issue of Sarah, she’s not exactly a little girl anymore, especially in light of these wonderful growth spurts we’ve been having as of late.”

“I wouldn’t refer to them as ‘wonderful,’ Amalla,” grumbled Haruka.

“Sorry, Haru-chan,” Amalla continued, “it’s just seeing the sight of any single one of the women here - and I DO emphasize the term ‘women’ at this point, given the developments we’ve all been going through in terms of size and ‘other’ areas - I can’t help but think of these growth spurts we’re going through as something of a blessing.  They certainly turn me on to say the least, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, your personal view on the matter aside, what’s that got to do with Sarah exactly?”

“Sarah isn’t exactly what I’d call a little girl anymore.  From a biological standpoint, I’d say she’s got the figure and physical maturity of somebody between the ages of 18 and 20.  So it’s not as though you’d be in a marriage to a small child now, would it?”

“Chronologically speaking Sarah is still in her mid-teen years,” countered Haruka.  “She’s still in middle school, for cryin’ out loud!”

“With the figure and maturity of a young lady in her highschool or college years,” countered Amalla with a grin.

“I’m not so sure on the whole ‘maturity’ notion regarding Sarah,” said Haruka.  “Leaving that aside, what’s the main point you’re trying to make exactly?”

“Just like I said before,” answered Amalla.  “Sarahs’ NOT a little girl anymore, especially after these transformations.  So I don’t really see that much of a problem with you and her being in the same harem.  If you’re thinking that she’ll be adamantly against the harem plan, rest assured that I’ll be able to convert her into my way of thinking, even if I have to disrobe her and make sweet love to her for twenty-four hours straight if that’s what it takes.”

“Ugh, this again?” sighed Haruka as she rolled her eyes.  “You REALLY think you can get anybody on board with your plans simply by making out with them or screwing their brains out?”

Amalla’s eyes focused with hawk-like or eagle-like intensity on Haruka in response as she playfully licked her lips.

“Is that a challenge I hear in your voice, Haru-chan?” asked a bemused Amalla.  “Do you question my ability to enrapture someone with the powers of both my embrace and the means to bewitch somebody with my endearing affection?  Perhaps a demonstration is in order, given that it seems you need a reminder?”

In response, Haruka immediately anime-style sweat-dropped at what Amalla was implying.  If Kanako and Tsuruko joined in and ganged up on her alongside Amalla, then there was no way in hell the older Urashima woman would be getting out of her bedroom for QUITE some time…at least not after being disrobed and subjected to a four-way lovefest for a good twenty or thirty minutes.

“Please don’t,” grumbled Haruka, “I REALLY don’t have the energy or the drive for such a thing right now.”

“The broader point I’m getting at, dear sweet Haru-chan,” continued Amalla once more, “is that I’m pretty confident in my abilities to get people to do what I want them to do.  Whether that’s getting Sarah to accept the harem plan - which she will, mark my words - or getting you to accept both the harem plan AND keeping Seta and Julia as your lovers, or getting them to accept the arrangement as well…in the end, I WILL end up getting what I want, rest assured.”

“That’s a rather bold statement to make, Amalla, if not a downright arrogant one if I may say so,” countered Haruka.

“Perhaps it is simply because I am royalty, so I cannot help but expect to get my way in general,” Amalla retorted, “at least when it comes to my own personal affairs anyway.”

“Interesting choice of words, using ‘affairs’ and whatnot,” replied Kanako.

“It IS somewhat of a pun in its own way,” added Tsuruko with a chuckle.

“In any case,” resumed Amalla, “given that I am part of Molmolian royalty, as a former princess now turned queen, it’s only natural that I basically get what I want and have my way in most matters, at least if it’s something that I can realistically obtain.  And given that what I’m after is to forge a harem with our darling Keitaro as our group husband as well as rope in all of the Hinata women as wives to both him and to one another, I figure that it shouldn’t be too difficult of a task to see to completion.  This whole thing with Julia and Seta is simply a minor add-on task that needs to be remedied, plain and simple.  And if I simply rope them in so that Haru-chan need not feel conflicted about loving both of them AND our darling Kei-kun, then so shall it be.  If they’re the wonderful people that I’m led to believe that they are, then I will be so haughty and arrogant as to say that they’ll accept this arrangement and embrace it wholeheartedly.  That way, nobody need be made sad or feel left out of our big, BIG happy family.”

On that last part, Amalla borderline creamed herself on the verge of having an orgasm.  Anytime size was brought up, the older Su sister couldn’t help but automatically feel turned on at the prospect of the Hinata women becoming even bigger and sexier as time passed.  Whereas several of the other Hinata ladies were made frustrated, nervous, or alarmed over these growth spurts and the prospect of becoming larger and larger, Amalla couldn’t help but feel excited (especially SEXUAL excitement) at the notion of transitioning from a tall woman to an amazon to a miniature giantess over time.  The only real downside to such a thing would be finding adequate shelter to house more than a dozen super big and super sexy women.

“Amalla,” began Haruka once more, “while I can appreciate the drive you possess and the…how to put it…the sincerity in your ambitions, if that makes any kind of sense, I can’t help but think that you’re stuck in a forever fantasy with this whole harem idea you’ve got going on.  Even allowing for my…my…feelings for Keitaro, I can’t help but think that you’re being overly assumptive about Seta and Julia being okay with being roped into the midst of this whole thing.  Surely, you must see how asinine this pervy fantasy of yours is sounding when you think of it in terms of probabilities, right?”

“Why let a thing like mathematics and statistics stand in the way of genuine love, Haru-chan?” countered Amalla with a smile.  “When it comes to being with those I care about, I’m not one to let mere probability stand in my way.  And why are you so against what I’m offering anyway?  Why use this whole ‘unlikelihood’ talk to try and dissuade me from seeing the harem through while at the same time discouraging yourself from getting to be with the people you love?  Do you truly NOT love Julia and Seta?”

“Of course I do!” Haruka clapped back, the frustration clear in her voice.

“And Keitaro?” continued Amalla, with both Kanako and Tsuruko focused on Haruka with bated breath.  “You honestly feel NOTHING for him romantically?  Bear in mind, I’ll know if you’re lying, my dear sweet Haru-chan.”

Haruka simply bit hard onto her lower lip in clear angst and frustration as she lowered her head, using her front bangs to hide her eyes as she started blushing furiously.  The silence from her was deafening and easy enough to read into from the other three women.

“Your heart betrays your intentions, Haru-chan,” said Tsuruko solemnly.

“Exactly,” added Kanako.  “No point in lying to yourself anymore over this.  Best to simply see what’s coming down the line and embrace it by this point.  The sooner you do, the better off we’ll all be for it, I say.”

“And what kind of woman can honestly love three people simultaneously!?” Haruka shot back, raising her head with tears in her eyes.  “Don’t you all get it!?  I’m a terrible person!  How can I be a good woman and have my heart belong to three people?  I figured that I had pushed things too far as it is by loving both Seta and Julia already.  I thought that I should be more than happy with that.  But no…I’m in love with Keitaro as well…and that makes me a horrible woman.  The fact that I can’t commit my heart to one individual and one alone…that makes me despicable, don’t you all see?  I don’t deserve to be with ANY of them, given how greedy I am.  It’s for the best that I’m with NONE of them…that I simply grow old as a spinster and spend my days in quiet solitude, understand?”

Before Haruka could get another word in, she suddenly found herself being enraptured in the loving embrace of Amalla, with Tsuruko and Kanako flanking her on each side as the three women ensnared the older Urashima woman in a group hug.  The feeling of so much warmth and such soft and stupendously large bosoms pressing against her first caught Haruka off guard, then started pulling her into a state of calm, as if she were an infant being held in the warm embrace of a mother who was lulling her into sleep.

“Now now, Haru-chan,” said Amalla calmly but with authority at the same time, “it simply will not do for you to feel guilty about whom you love.  After all, I’m in love with ALL of you here at HInata and as far as I’m concerned, all of you are already engaged to me.  I love EVERY SINGLE ONE of you fine ladies and of course our darling husband-to-be Keitaro.  And I ALSO love my wonderful husband Lamba and all of my sister-wives back home in Molmol.  I simply cannot imagine a world without all of them and all of you in my life from this point on.  People may say that I am simply some kind of giant whore or wanton slut for genuinely loving so many people like that, and to them I simply say, ‘fuck off,’ plain and simple.  I don’t need their approval for loving whom I love, and you don’t need approval or justification for loving the people you love as well.  I have an inkling that Julia and Seta love you just as much as you love them, and since the three of you all technically love at least two people already, I seriously doubt that they’re going to take issue with you also loving Keitaro as well, if they TRULY love you with the same intense passion witch which you care for them.  So no more tears now, my dear darling Haru-chan, okay?”

Kanako and Tsuruko simply tightened their hold on Haruka alongside Amalla, with all three women sandwiching the older Urashima women in their collective embrace.  After a minute or so, Haruka started to calm down somewhat, though a part of her was REALLY itching for a smoke to help calm her nerves somewhat, given how emotionally rattled she still was at her core.

“This…is all so confusing right now, you know?” Haruka muttered.  “It’s like I’m in some fairy tale right now.  First all of these freak growth spurts we’re going through, then this harem plan which you all seem hell bent on seeing through to the end, and now you wanna add on two more people just for my sake?  This can’t be real life, it just can’t be.  I’m either dreaming or having some kind of major psychotic break and I’m stuck in some kind of fantasy or hallucinatory state right now.  It’s gotta be something along those lines.”

“Sorry to say, dear Haru-chan, you’re wide awake with the rest of us, I’m afraid,” replied Amalla with a grin.  “Though I’d have to say that this turn of events is more pleasurable than any dream I could think of right now, if I’m being honest.  I’m also looking forward to a whole lot more of moments like these between us girls.”

“What moments?” asked Haruka.

“Just moments like this one we’re having right now,” Amalla explained.  “With you in our arms like this.  While I’d prefer to do it lounging on a bed, just holding you while standing upright is certainly fine now and then.”

“No complaints on my end about it,” added Tsruko with a grin.

“I suppose it CAN be enjoyable from time to time,” grumbled Kanako with a minor blush on her cheeks, the younger woman struggling to maintain eye contact with the other three women in the room.

For another minute or so, the group of four simply stood in blissful quiet as Haruka’s worries momentarily melted away in the embrace of the other three women, feeling the heat of their bodies, the smoothness of their skin, and the swell of their bosoms pressed against her body.  Even if it was brief, the moment WAS genuinely blissful, and Haruka didn’t fret over her love dilemma regarding Keitaro, Seta, and Julia.  While she figured the momentary calm would be fleeting, for the time being, she would simply try to clear her mind and enjoy the moment for as long as she could.

“Well then,” said Tsuruko, “what say we grab a quick bite and then maybe consider a dip in the hot springs afterwards?”

“We’ll have to wait until evening regarding the hot springs,” replied Amalla.  “Kaolla’s turtle drones are busy carving out the floor and expanding the surface area of the springs right now to make more room for us all.  They should be finished with buffing the floor a bit before dusk, then they’ll refill the tub with fresh water and we can all REALLY enjoy ourselves come nightfall then - all thirteen of us and Keitaro I mean, of course.”

“Ah phooey,” grumbled Tsuruko before recollecting herself.  “Oh well, can’t be helped I suppose.  Like the old saying goes, ‘All good things come to those who wait.’”

“In any case, let’s get a bite already,” replied Kanako.  “I’m getting hungry, and I’m fairly certain that Kuro can use a snack as well.”

“And Shiro too for that matter,” added Amalla.

“And the birds to boot,” added Tsuruko.

“And probably Tama as well,” added Haruka.

A second later, all four women collectively chuckled at the amusing line of listing off the pets in quick succession one by one, given how spontaneously organic the conversation switched topics.  They all then proceeded to make their way out the bedroom, ducking substantially underneath doorframes while Amalla and Tsuruko had to walk in a semi-hunched position, lest their heads punch a hole through the 9ft-tall ceilings.

Ironically enough, Haruka’s group bumped into Naru, Mutsumi, and Kitsune who were going through the fridge to pick out a selection of snack items to indulge in.  Figuring that they might as well have a nice friendly group luncheon, the seven women decided to eat together and engage in some light-hearted chit-chat for a few minutes while they ate.  Once they gathered enough food items to pick from, they proceeded to make their way into the living room area, being one of the few places where they could sit comfortably as a group without feeling too claustrophobic…

…as well as not having to worry about bumping their heads into the ceiling, at least not for the time being anyway.

“Say, what time is it anyway?” asked Amalla.  “I figure that Kaolla and the others should be getting back from school pretty soon, right?”

“I’m guessin’ that they’re wrappin’ up their last class for the day,” answered Kitsune.  “So they should be makin’ their way back home within the next hour or so.”

“I still think it was a risky move for them to go outside in the first place,” said Naru, with Haruka nodding in solidarity with her.  “The sight of a whole bunch of young women standing several feet above everybody else is CERTAINLY going to draw some attention by day’s end.  We’ll probably end up on national news once word gets out.”

“More like global news,” added Kanako.  “I can see the headlines now:  ‘GIANT SCHOOLGIRLS MAKE BIG DEBUT' or something like that.  It won’t be long before we end up being hounded by news media or others.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much on that end,” said Amalla.  “Being the whiz kid that she is, Kaolla can always whip up something that disables people’s recording equipment in case somebody decides to snap a photo or get footage of any of us.  And as for the authorities, I’ve always got political clout in my back pocket in case the police or the government come snooping around to harass any of us.  So long as we’re minding our business and not doing anything illegal, then the authorities don’t have standing to detain us.  And if the DO try to pull a fast one on us in the name of national security or public safety, they’ll have Molmol’s Cyber Assault Unit back home to deal with.”

“You’re serious about that sort of thing?” asked Naru.

“One of the perks of being royalty,” said Amalla, “is that your words tend to have a degree of weight to them, my dear Naru-chan.  And given the reach of Molmol’s tech division, we have GREAT reach when it comes to touching our enemies from afar.  I seriously doubt that the Japanese are willing to put up with nationwide power outages or their stock market being under siege by some of the finest hackers and computer programmers in the world.  If we show them that Molmolians have teeth, I’d wager that they’d back down and leave our family alone soon afterwards.”

“You’re rather intimidatin’ ya know that?” said a slightly nervous Kitsune.

“Please my dear Kitsune-chan,” said Amalla in a more light-hearted tone, “none of you need fear ANYTHING from lil’ old me.  All of you here at Hinata are my family whom I love and cherish with all of my heart.  I’m simply stating that nobody - and I do mean NOBODY - hurts my precious family without paying dearly for it, that’s all.”  Clearly, when it came to her future spouses, Amalla Su had a protective streak towards them that was a mile wide and a thousand miles long.

“Well anyways,” said Mutsumi, changing the subject, “I just hope that the other girls don’t end up having another growth spurt at the worst of times.  It would certainly be embarrassing for them to have such a thing happen in front of the other students and teachers, that’s for sure.”

“I suppose we’ll know if they’ve grown or not once they get back home,” said Tsuruko.  “And we’ll also know just how effective Kaolla’s latest countermeasure pills work as well.”

“I hope your sister knows her stuff, Amalla,” added Kanako as she gently stroked her pet cat in in lap, partly marveling at just how small Kuro now was in comparison to Kanako from just a few days ago.

“I have faith in Kaolla,” replied Amalla calmly.  “If anybody knows a way to curb and eventually stop these growth spurts, it would be her.”

A moment later, an old familiar feeling made itself known among ALL the women gathered.

“Hey, you all feel that, right?” asked a nervous Kitsune.

“Oh no…” groaned Naru, Haruka, and Kanako in unison, dreading what was about to happen.

A minute or so later, the Hinata women began to feel the growth process take hold once more as their bodies slowly stretched and expanded in all directions, growing taller and larger while maintaining their super-buxom supermodel figures all the while.  By this point, whatever breast growth that occurred during each growth spurt had become so miniscule that the women no longer went up in cup sizes anymore (though it was safe to say that among literally all 13 women, they all had boobs that ranged from ‘huge’ to ‘very huge/gigantic’).

While the sensation was certainly pleasurable, with each and every woman experiencing very pleasurable orgasms in the process, the process didn’t feel as intense compared to previous episodes.  The growth rate WAS smaller and shorter compared to other growth sessions.  After two or three minutes from when it started, the growth spurt had come to its end.  Given that all of the women were still wearing their sports bra/yoga shorts (even if the clothing was made of super stretchy material), it was a minor comfort that they didn’t literally burst out of their clothes from the latest growth spurt.

“Oh great,” sighed Kanako in clear sarcasm, “just what I wanted…a few inches closer to the ceiling.”

“I hear ya on that one,” said Naru in total agreement.

“That’s something we can certainly agree on,” added Haruka in solidarity (also craving for a smoke right about now).

“Well then,” said Tsuruko, “might as well see for ourselves what the verdict is.  Someone should go fetch some measuring tape I suppose.”

“No need,” replied Amalla.  Pulling out a scanner device, she showed it to the group.  “Kaolla whipped up another of these devices, figuring it would be safe to have more than one if we’re not all nearby and together.  I just gotta hit a button and scan each of us real quick and we’ll have our updated numbers in seconds.”

“I’m not sure I wanna know right now,” muttered Kitsune.

“We’re gonna find out sooner or later,” said Mutsumi, trying to calm her fellow super-busty amazon friend/roommate.  “Might as well get it out of the way.”  Kitsune simply sighed in acquiescence.

A moment later, Amalla scanned each and every one of the seven women, got a pen and some paper, and wrote down the latest height for each of the women:

Naru: 8’6’’ to 8’9’’

Kitsune: 8’9’’ to 9’0’’

Mutsumi: 8’8’’ to 9’0’’

Kanako: 8’4’’ to 8’8’’

Haruka: 8’10’’ to 9’2’’

Amalla: 9’3’’ to 9’6’’

Tsuruko: 9’6’’ to 9’9’’

“Great,” grumbled Haruka, now that she was too tall to stand upright in most rooms at Hinata House, “I get to feel like I’m REALLY in a dollhouse now…or at the very least a playhouse designed for small children.”

“If it’s any consolation, Haruka, Mutsumi and I ain’t that far behind ya on that one,” added Kitsune, given that she and Mutsumi were now tall enough that their scalps would effectively brush up against the ceilings in most rooms, making standing straight tedious enough.

“Well, it’s a step in the right direction at least,” said Naru.  “We’ve only grown 3 or 4 inches this time around as opposed to a foot or so.  It’s progress in a way of looking at things.”

“All it really means is that we won’t be too big for Hinata House for a few extra days longer, that’s all,” said Kanako.  “Assuming the growth spurts keep at this rate, we’ll basically no longer be able to fit inside of this building within a week or so, two at the most I’d wager.  By that point, we’d be forced to crawl on our bellies through pretty much every single room, including the living room and kitchen.  And by then, there wouldn’t even be a point in staying indoors, given that we’d end up literally demolishing so much of the building in the process just by moving around.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” added Haruka.  “I really hope your sister has a more permanent fix in mind, Amalla, before we all end up turning into literal fifty-foot-tall women before long.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” said Amalla with a playful smirk as she stuck out her tongue.  “It’ll work out in the end, trust me.  Kaolla and I have some workaround solutions in the meanwhile, so no need to fret too much over this whole thing.”

In all honesty, Amalla HARDLY saw the growth spurts as a problem.  Just the idea of becoming bigger and bigger and BIGGER turned her on like a faucet on full blast.  The thought of having a massive fourteen-way orgy involving herself, the Hinata women, and Keitaro in the midst of it all had her secretly drooling with delight on the inside.  Thinking of passing their group husband between the lot of them, having him explore every nook and cranny on ALL of his future wives while the others kissed, sucked, fondled, fingered, and expressed love for one another all the while…it made Amalla pretty much yearn for the big harem that was forming to become even BIGGER.

‘Something to consider in the future,’ thought Amalla.  ‘For now, forming the harem and making sure every wife gets a turn with Keitaro is the priority.  Once everyone is cemented in their love for Keitaro and Keitaro is fully recovered and at peace with being a harem king, then we can explore those other options.  In the meantime, best to check up on the side project regarding the old annex building nearby, what with all these growth spurts and whatnot.’