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“Ugggghhhhhh, why’s it so hoooooooot?” Anon groaned as she trudged down the sidewalk. The sun above pelted her, and the asphalt and concrete under her feet reflected even more heat back up at her. Between her uniform shirt, the accompanying sweater vest, and her guitar case, her back may as well have been underwater with how soaked it was.
“Because… it’s summer?” Tomori said next to her. Anon glanced over at her friend. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat, and sweat dripped down the side of her face. Clearly Tomori was suffering just as much, even if she was a lot quieter about it.
“Yeah, but it’s almost the end of summer! We’re supposed to go back to our winter uniforms in like two weeks!” She loosened her brown tie (seriously, why did third years get the ugliest color?) and unbuttoned the collar of her shirt. It didn’t help nearly as much as she’d hoped.
“I’m sorry, Ano-chan….”
“Oh, it’s not your fault, Tomorin. I’m just complaining. It helps make the heat a little more bearable.”
Tomori furrowed her brow in that adorable way she always did when something didn’t quite make sense to her. “It does?”
Not really…. “Totally!”
“Then… I don’t like this…. It’s too hot….”
Oh. My. God. Anon barely stopped herself from squealing. What the heck?! How was Tomori always the cutest thing in the freaking world?
“Did that help?” Anon asked once she was sure she could keep her composure.
“I’m… not sure…,” Tomori said, brows furrowing even more.
“Well whatever, it doesn’t super matter, anyway, because we’re here!” She looked up at RiNG’s familiar facade and smiled. Stepping inside, a cool blast of A/C hit her square in the face. She closed her eyes and sighed, languishing in the wonders of modern technology.
They were a few minutes early for practice, so they found an open bench off to the side and sat down. Anon also relished the chance to take off her guitar case, allowing the cold air to reach where it was needed most. The two sat together in comfortable silence—a rarity with Anon, to be sure, but the heat had scrambled her brain a little; she needed time to recover.
The others arrived shortly after, all showing signs of suffering in the heat. Taki, particularly, looked worse for wear as she dragged Raana behind her by the arm. Anon could only guess at how much effort it took her to drag their stray cat of a guitarist around ever since Raana had hit her growth spurt. She was basically Anon’s height now!
With the band all here, the five of them approached the front counter to get the key to the practice room.
“Hey girls!” Ririko greeted them. “Here for your key?” Taki, who stood at the front of the group, nodded. A moment passed as Ririko checked her computer. She grimaced, then looked up at them with an apologetic expression. “Ah… well… the room you have booked for today has a bit of a maintenance issue at the moment: The A/C is broken.”
All of MyGO!!!!! groaned, even Raana. Then Taki spoke for them and asked, “Is there another room we could switch to?”
“We’re booked solid all day…. I can offer a refund if you’d like to cancel.”
Taki sighed. “We’ll take the room.”
“Rikki!”
“We need to get ready for our show this weekend,” Taki said, turning around and glaring at Anon. “Just buy some extra drinks and stay hydrated.”
Anon looked at the others, searching for an ally, only to find none. Even Soyo looked indifferent, and Anon assumed she hated the heat more than any of them! Recognizing defeat when she saw it, she simply grumbled to herself and let the matter drop. Taki grabbed the key, and the five of them made their way to their hellish home for the next hour.
A wave of warm, stale air hit them the instant they opened the studio door. It wasn’t nearly as hot as it was outside, but when the door closed behind them, the room filled with an oppressive stillness.
This could get bad.
“Uggghhhh, can’t we at least get some fans or something?” Anon said as she dragged herself over to her usual spot.
“It would get way too distracting with them on while we’re trying to play,” Taki said, taking a seat at the drum set.
Anon groaned again but didn’t bother trying to argue. She did, however, take off her sweater vest to decrease the number of layers she had on. The shirt underneath was drenched in sweat.
“Oh… good idea, Ano-chan,” Tomori said. A moment later, she also took off her vest.
Anon turned towards her to say something, but her words died in her throat. Tomori’s shirt was also soaked, and large patches of the thin, white fabric had become translucent. Anon clearly saw the simple black bra Tomori wore. She almost said something, but a strangled choking sound from Taki’s direction stopped her. Looking that way, she found their gay mess of a drummer staring at Tomori, eyes nearly popping out of her head.
“Everything okay over there, Rikki?” she asked, allowing just a smidge of smugness to creep into her tone.
If looks could kill, Anon would have died on the spot, but all Taki could do in this situation was glare, so Anon was safe.
“I’m fine,” Taki said. “L-Let’s just get going.”
And so they did. For a solid half hour, they ran though the setlist for their upcoming show. The older songs they breezed through, having played them so many times at this point that they were pure muscle memory. The newer ones took some more effort, and the longer they went without a break, the more the heat affected their playing.
The last notes of their latest run faded out, and in the newfound silence of the practice room, a single bead of sweat dripping down her back dominated Anon’s attention. Several more soon trailed down her forehead and cheek. She wiped at them with the back of her hand, but seeing as that was also coated in sweat, it only really accomplished spreading it around and making herself feel even more gross.
She kind of wanted to die.
A rustling of fabric to her left caught her attention, and she looked over just in time to see Taki throw the blouse of her summer uniform onto a nearby stool.
Anon’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Taki now sat at her drums, shirtless, with only a blue sports bra covering her chest. Sweat glistened across her exposed arms and stomach, and a small pool of it had formed in her absolutely fucking insane cleavage. She watched sweat slide down the side of Taki’s neck, curve between her collar bones, and join the pool. Taki grabbed a towel and wiped the side of her face while a confident, satisfied smile spread across her face despite the heat.
Something in her brain short circuited.
“R-Rikki! What the hell?! Put your boobs away!!” Anon yelled.
All eyes in the practice room focused on her. After a beat, Tomori, Soyo, and Raana all turned towards Taki to see what Anon was talking about. Taki, meanwhile, scowled at her.
“Why? It’s fucking hot in here, and I don’t feel like dying of heat stroke,” she said. “Unlike you, I actually have to move around a lot to play my instrument, so I’m sweating up a storm.”
“Hey, that’s rude! It’s plenty hot in here for me, too!”
Behind Taki, Raana said, “Oh, stripping? Cool.”
Everyone turned towards her just as her blouse fell to the floor and—
Anon blinked, not trusting her eyes.
“Stray Cat!” Taki yelled. “What the fuck are you doing!”
“Cooling off,” she said, fanning her completely naked torso with her hand.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra.
Anon should have looked away. She totally should have looked away. But she couldn’t. For the first time, it struck her that Raana’s growth spurt hadn’t just affected her height. Her boobs had filled out, too—nice and round, perky, and with just enough volume that they’d probably have a nice jiggle. They also glistened from the thin sheen of sweat covering her entire torso. And her nipples were adorable, too! Definitely on the smaller side, but they fit her really well.
Without thinking, she looked down at her own chest, flat as a board, and it dawned on her that she had the smallest boobs in the band.
“Put your fucking shirt back on!” Taki said, breaking Anon out of her boob-induced stun lock.
“Don’t wanna.”
“What if someone looks in and sees us?”
“Privacy glass,” Raana said, pointing towards the door. Anon had never really paid attention to it before, but Raana was right: The window on the door was made of a frosted glass that let light in without actually letting you see through it.
“Someone could still come in without warning,” Taki said.
Raana walked over to the door and locked it without saying a word. Returning to her normal spot, she met Taki’s glare with a defiant stare of her own.
Soyo sighed and said, “Well, if that’s the case.”
Anon turned towards her just in time to watch Soyo undo the last button of her blouse, take it off, and drape it over her bass case.
“Hey! Soyo!?” Taki said.
“What?” she shot back, venom in her voice. “We’re all suffering in here because someone decided we still needed the practice. Are you the only one allowed to take her shirt off, Taki-chan?”
Despite their volume, Anon barely heard them. Every single part of her brain had shut down except for her visual cortex, which was currently overloaded by the sight of Soyo’s barely-contained tits. They were huge! Like, obviously they were big, Anon had eyes, but her blouse somehow downplayed their true size. Now, with just a bra on, Anon saw just how well endowed Soyo really was. (Honestly, she probably needed a bigger bra with how much they were spilling out, but Anon was way too distracted to care about that right now.) And the cleavage! Holy hell, the cleavage!
“T-Tomori?!”
Taki’s voice once again broke Anon free of her titty trance. She looked back at her friend to find her face redder than Anon had ever seen it. Hell, Taki looked half a second away from getting a nosebleed like some kind of ecchi anime protagonist. What could possibly have her—
Oh shit, Tomori had taken her shirt off, too.
Honestly, her sweaty shirt hadn’t left a lot to the imagination, but it still hit different when it was gone. Now sure, Anon had seen Tomori without a shirt before because of PE classes through the years, but the vibe this time was totally different! Honestly, she had never quite realized how… cute Tomori’s boobs were. She had a much more pear-shaped body type, but her boobs just kinda worked perfectly for her.
Wait.
Hold on.
Anon was the only one who still had a shirt on. Was that weird? Would it be weird if she kept hers on? But she hadn’t worn a cute bra today…. (Because let’s face it, who could have imagined a scenario like this happening?) Even worse, she hadn’t even worn a push up bra! If she took her shirt off, she’d get absolutely boobmogged! Damn that stray cat for growing bigger than her!
Arg, but it was so hot! She might die if she didn’t take her shirt off!
Fine, okay, she could do this. It didn’t matter if she had the smallest boobs in the band! Someone had to! That’s how numbers worked! Just because she was the smallest didn’t make her any less cute or sexy or beautiful or handsome—of which she was definitely all four. Yeah! She was hot as fuck, even with small boobs! Hell, because of her small boobs!!
She took her shirt off.
The relief was instant, even with how stale the air was. A tiny sigh escaped her lips. It still didn’t feel good in here, but it at least felt marginally better.
No one said anything about her boobs.
Instead, all Taki said was, “Alright, now that everyone’s done stripping, can we move on to the next song already?”
“Actually, umm….” Four sets of eyes turned towards Tomori, but hers were laser-focused on Raana, of all people. She stood there, fingers fidgeting, for several long seconds while the rest of them waited for her to keep talking. After a hard swallow and a deep breath, she stopped fidgeting. “Raana-chan, I was wondering… if I could… touch your chest.”
“HAAAH?!” Taki tried to bolt to her feet, but her knee banged against one of her drums, and she clattered onto the floor in a heap.
In all the commotion, Raana just shrugged and walked over. Once in front of Tomori, whom she now stood taller than, she waited.
“Th-Thank you,” Tomori muttered.
A moment later, she grabbed Raana’s boobs with both hands, palming them completely. Raana’s eyes fluttered at that initial contact, but after that, she barely reacted at all as Tomori, for lack of a better word, fondled her.
Anon rubbed her eyes, thinking this must be some sort of heat stroke induced hallucination. But when she opened them again, Tomori was still going at it, completely enraptured playing with Raana’s boobs. Anon looked towards Soyo, who also watched the scene with an unreadable expression. Their eyes met, and she tried to silently ask what the hell was happening. Soyo simply shrugged.
Then her eyes fell on Taki, who had regained her feet and stared at the scene in front of her with a combination of horror, shock, lust, and unbridled envy. It was honestly a little funny. Anon barely held back some sort of teasing quip. Taki had been so unbelievably down bad for Tomori since the moment Anon met them, so she couldn’t even imagine the thoughts running through that girl’s head as she watched her crush grope someone else. And not just any old rando! Raana! Their stray cat!
Okay, never mind, Anon couldn’t help herself.
“Feeling a little jealous there, Rikki?” she asked, grinning and putting her fang on full display.
Taki turned to her, eyes wide. “I—! Wh—! How—! HAAAAAH?”
“Oh… I’m sorry, Taki-chan,” Tomori said, having momentarily ceased her fondling (but without letting go). “Um… I could touch you, too, if you wanted….”
“Ah—” Taki’s voice caught in her throat, and her eyes widened so fast Anon worried they might fall out. She opened and closed her mouth several times before finally squeaking out an, “Okay.”
Tomori finally relinquished Raana’s chest and walked over to where Taki stood frozen behind her drum set. Her eyes darted up and down, and her hands twitched in front of her.
“Should you, um…. Do you want to… leave your bra on?”
“Oh! No! Um, let me just….” It took her a little effort, but Taki soon got her sports bra off.
And holy shit, that thing had been putting in some work! Free from their compressive confine, Taki’s boobs revealed their true glory, and Anon gaped at the sight. They were almost as big as Soyo’s! Maybe just as big! And they looked so firm, too! Like, she could probably not wear a bra, and some people wouldn’t even realize! And then before Anon’s very eyes, her nipples stiffened to an impressive size.
“Someone’s excited,” Anon said, smirking.
“Shut up!”
“Is… everything okay, Taki-chan?” Tomori asked.
“Yes! Yes, everything’s fine! You can… start whenever you want.”
Just like with Raana, Tomori muttered a quick, “Thank you,” before palming Taki’s chest.
Taki moaned.
Tomori didn’t notice—completely enraptured by the way her fingers sank into Taki’s boobs—but Anon, Soyo, and Raana all expressed amusement through various levels of contained snickers. As much as Taki clearly wanted to make some sort of retort, she didn’t dare disturb Tomori from her fondling. And so Taki closed her eyes in an attempt to ignore the peanut gallery watching Tomori grope her.
Jeez, wait, hold on, was it weird that they were just kind of watching this? Did that make them voyeurs? Anon wasn’t really getting any sort of sex thing out of watching it. Though… as she watched Tomori squeeze and fondle and grope—and heard how much Taki clearly enjoyed it—Anon… kind of wanted Tomori to play with her boobs, too.
After well over a minute of Taki’s quiet moans filling the practice studio, Raana shuffled up to Tomori. She seamlessly replaced Tomori’s hands with her own, taking over the task of squeezing Taki’s boobs with Taki none the wiser. She kept moaning away. Anon barely bit back another laugh. Tomori backed away from the scene, ending up next to Anon.
“Hey, Tomorin,” Anon whispered before she could overthink the situation. Tomori turned to her and tilted her head. “If you wanted to… you can touch my chest, too.”
Tomori’s eyes widened, and her mouth formed an adorable little circle. “Really? That’d be okay?”
“Totally. Even though I don’t really understand what started all this, I thought maybe you’d like to try out touching all kinds of boobs.”
“Thank you, Ano-chan,” Tomori said, smiling. “I’d love to.”
Hell yeah! Tomori wanted to touch her boobs! Though… wait. Wouldn’t Anon’s be, like, super underwhelming compared to Taki’s? Anon barely filled out an A-cup while Taki had to be a G-cup at least!
No! She couldn’t think like that! Size wasn’t everything when it came to boobs! Her itty bitty titties were just as awesome as Taki’s massive badonkers!
Anon removed her bra before she could chicken out. Hot, stale air blew across her bare chest, but it was still somehow way better than being confined like that. A small sigh escaped her lips.
“I can’t believe your chest is somehow even smaller than I thought it was,” Soyo said in that annoyingly hot, dry tone of hers.
Anon whipped her head towards her to find Soyo unabashedly looking. She barely fought the urge to cover her chest in embarrassment.
“W-Wow, Soyorin, do you really think about my boobs that much?” she asked, trying to deflect.
“Clearly not as much as you think about mine, judging by how often I catch you staring at them.”
Anon quickly raised her eyes, which had, in fact, been staring at Soyo’s bottomless cleavage like she wanted to dive in there and drown. The ghost of a smirk met her as she looked at Soyo’s face. Heat rushed to her face.
“Your chest blushes, too,” Tomori muttered. “It’s cute….”
Anon looked down in horror to confirm that the top of her chest, just below her collar bones, had also turned red. The urge to put her shirt back on and run out of the room almost swallowed her whole, but she fought it back down. It was fine. It was totally fine. At least she hadn’t moaned like Taki did!
She barely bit one back as Tomori grabbed her chest.
Holy shit. Tomori was groping her. Tomori was groping her.
Tomori notoriously had the smallest hands in the whole band, but they were more than big enough to grab all of Anon’s tiny chest. Every time her fingers brushed against Anon’s nipples, Anon’s breath caught. A look of rapture spread across Tomori’s face as she squeezed and squished what little there was to squeeze and squish. She made it look so fun to fondle someone.
Anon bit her lip as an idea formed. Would it be weird? Too forward? Then again, she doubted this whole situation could get any weirder than it was, so it probably couldn’t hurt to ask.
“Hey, Tomorin?”
The spell broke, and Tomori stopped fondling (without letting go) to look up. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“No, yeah, totally!” Anon said. “I was just kinda wondering if… maybe I could play with your boobs, too?”
“Oh.” She looked down at her own chest, still covered by her bra, before turning a confused expression towards Anon. “Really?”
“I mean, only if you’re cool with it, of course.”
Tomori stared into her eyes, and Anon tried to give her most reassuring smile. After a moment, she nodded and let go of Anon’s chest. Her bra quickly joined the growing pile on the floor of the practice studio.
OMG, Tomori’s boobs were unfairly cute. Definitely on the smaller side, but they had enough volume to sag a little without the bra to give them support. And her nipples were so adorably puffy! Anon could just eat them right up!
Wait, hold on, that was weird, right? That was a weird thought to have about her friend’s nipples? Then again, this whole afternoon had turned into something so beyond weird that this specific thought was just a drop in the puddle of weirdness.
“Thank you,” Anon muttered, following Tomori’s example, before taking her first handful of another woman’s boobs.
And immediately, she understood the look of pure wonder that had been on Tomori’s face each time she had gotten a hand on one of them. What the hell? This ruled! That little bit of sag Tomori had made them super easy to fondle, and the size was still small enough to comfortably fit in Anon’s hands. Seconds later, Tomori’s hands returned to Anon’s chest, and the two of them slipped into a titty trance together.
Some unknown time later, a cleared throat broke through the haze. Anon and Tomori both stopped and looked towards Soyo, who stood there with her arms crossed. Notably, she only directed her glare at Anon, not Tomori.
“What’s up, Soyorin? You want a turn, too?”
Soyo’s eyes widened, and she pointedly turned her chin up and looked away from them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh c’mon, don’t be shy! It wouldn’t be fair if you were the only one Tomorin didn’t play with, right?” Anon said. She turned to Tomori. “You totally wanna touch Soyorin, too, don’t you, Tomorin?”
“Of course. But… o-only if Soyo-chan is okay with it…,” Tomori muttered, wringing her hands.
The offer hung there for a moment before Soyo sighed, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor, and all of the blood in Anon’s nose almost followed it. Soyo definitely needed a bigger bra because holy shit. How the hell was that fair?! They had to be bigger than Taki’s. And she had such big, beautiful nipples! Anon’s only minor consolation was the fact that they were on the saggy side, but that barely even counted!
“Go ahead, I suppose,” Soyo said, putting her hands behind her back.
Permission granted, Tomori grabbed Soyo’s boobs. Her adorable, tiny hands almost got lost in them. Similar to Raana, Soyo’s eyes fluttered, but she gave no other reaction. Tomori massaged and kneaded Soyo’s chest, looking as happy as Anon had ever seen her. Anon watched, almost as enraptured as Tomori, for almost a full minute before she forced herself to look away.
That was how she discovered Taki somehow still hadn’t realized Tomori wasn’t the one groping her anymore; her eyes were still closed, and a breathy moan still escaped every so often. Raana was still going at it, playing with Taki’s boobs for all it was worth, and she also looked as happy as Anon had ever seen her.
Anon didn’t know what to do with herself, truth be told; she was the only one not playing with boobs or having her boobs played with. And it wasn’t like she was gonna play with her own boobs. That’d be weird and totally against the spirit of whatever the hell was happening right now. But it’d also be weird to call attention to the fact that she felt kind of left out.
For no apparent reason, Taki opened her eyes. She blinked a few times. Raana kept fondling.
“STRAY CAT?!”
Raana let go and jumped back, but she didn’t look even slightly guilty about getting caught. Tomori also stopped playing with Soyo and turned towards the noise. Taki stood rooted in place, glaring at Raana while also blushing her stupid gay head off.
“P-Please don’t be mad at her, Taki-chan,” Tomori said, walking over to them.
“I’m not… mad,” Taki said. “Just… confused.” Her expression fell. “I thought it was still you….” Then she glanced down, and her eyes widened.
Tomori didn’t seem to notice. “I’m sorry, Taki-chan. You could… touch me, too, if that would make you feel better?”
Only some sort of miracle kept Taki’s eyes from popping out of her head.
“N-No! I… I couldn’t….”
“Oh….” Tomori’s expression fell.
“Oh c’mon, Rikki!” Anon said, finally speaking up. “Don’t let Tomorin down like that!”
Taki looked ready to retort, but then she actually noticed Tomori’s disappointment. Her brow furrowed.
“Would… would it really be alright, Tomori?” Taki asked. Tomori nodded. “Oh…. Well… okay then. Um. Th-Thank you?”
Taki reached out to touch Tomori’s chest, and with that potential crisis averted, Anon casually slid over to Soyo.
“Hey Soyorin, think I could have a turn?” she asked. Against her better judgment, she held her hands in font of her and squeezed the air to accentuate her request.
Soyo glared at her and said, “You’re shameless.”
“C’mon, how is it fair that Tomorin is the only one who gets to touch everyone?!”
“Then you’d let me touch yours?” Soyo asked, giving her a pointed look. Her eyes then slowly trailed downward.
Anon again barely fought back the instinct to cover herself as she felt heat rush to her face. Soyo? Wanted to touch her? Seriously?! She wanted to touch Anon’s tiny titties when she had such massive bazongers of her own?
No, no, wait, that was the wrong way to think. Don’t immediately jump to the negative. Think of the positive! Soyo literally just asked if she could touch Anon’s boobs! That was huge!! Beautiful, hot, sexy Soyo wanted to touch Anon’s boobs! It was one thing for Tomori to want that; Tomori was Tomori. But this was Soyo asking for it! That had to be like, the biggest compliment ever!
“O-Of course!” Anon said before she could overthink things.
“Then don’t mind if I do.”
Before Anon could even process the words, her brain short circuited as Soyo grabbed both her boobs and squeezed.
“Ahn!” Anon gasped; though, to her horror, it sounded half way to a moan. “S-Soyorin, you’re—hgn—being a little rough, aren’t you?”
“And yet you don’t seem to mind that much if these are any indication,” Soyo said, flicking Anon’s freshly-stiffened nipples between her fingers. Anon bit her knuckle to stop a real moan from escaping. “I can stop if you really want me to.”
“N-No, it’s fine.”
Despite Anon’s assurance, Soyo did loosen her grip a noticeable amount before continuing. Her actions had much more… purpose than Tomori’s. Tomori had wandered her hands about aimlessly, uncoordinated, seemingly lost in her own sense of wonder. Soyo, meanwhile, seemed hyper-focused on eliciting reactions from Anon. For one thing, her callused fingers felt so different from Tomori’s baby-smooth skin, and that on its own created new sensations. Sometimes she delicately dragged a nail across Anon’s skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. And as her initial grab had foreshadowed, she very much enjoyed teasing Anon’s nipples.
Anon tried. She tried really hard. But after a light pinch and tug, she couldn’t hold back the moan that had been building in her throat the entire time.
Then Soyo let go. “It’s so cute you thought you could keep quiet,” she said. Anon’s brain, scrambled from Soyo’s magical fingers, couldn’t even formulate a response. Soyo put her hands behind her back. “Well a deal is a deal.”
She stood there and waited. All of Anon’s mental recovery almost blew out the window at the realization that she now had permission to touch Soyo’s boobs. Soyo’s boobs! Maybe the most perfect boobs she had ever seen! And she could touch them! And judging by how Soyo had touched her, Anon had a pretty long leash in terms of what she could get away with.
Slowly, almost reverently, Anon grabbed Soyo’s boobs. Her fingers almost disappeared. Her eyes widened. What the hell? That was crazy! There was so much to grab! Anon didn’t think her hands were that small, but Soyo’s tits made them seem downright tiny!
A big, doofy smile spread across her face as she squeezed and jiggled Soyo’s boobs to her heart’s content. Any ulterior motive of giving Soyo a taste of her own medicine went down the drain in a bountiful booby bliss.
But as she went on, a new thought bubbled up from the depths of her horny brain:
Who really was bigger: Soyo or Taki?
She turned towards the other group (without stopping her idle fondling) and found Taki still playing with Tomori. That wasn’t too shocking. Though Anon hadn’t expected Raana to have resumed groping Taki, this time from behind. Taki either didn’t notice or didn’t mind, both of which carrier their own sets of implications that Anon didn’t feel like dwelling on. Instead, she called out to them.
“Rikki!”
Taki flinched, then glared at her. “What?”
“Come over here, I need to test something.”
“What are you planning?” Soyo hissed in her ear.
“Don’t worry about it,” Anon whispered back.
Taki either didn’t hear them or chose to ignore it. “And what if I don’t want to?”
“C’mooooooon,” Anon groaned. “It’ll only take a second, I promise! Then you can go back to groping Tomorin.”
“I— You—” She pulled her hands back and couldn’t decide whether to look guilty or angry. With a last little huff, she freed herself from Raana’s grasp and practically stomped over to stand next to Soyo. “What do you want.”
“I need to test something.”
Without any further comment, Anon grabbed one of Soyo’s boobs in one hand and one of Taki’s in the other. Taki froze while Soyo let out an annoyed sigh.
God, despite their similar sizes, the fondling experience between the two was completely different. As Anon had already established, Soyo’s boobs were so soft and squishy because of the sag they had. Taki’s, meanwhile, were so… perky. Her fingers didn’t sink in nearly as much, but there was still a satisfying squish.
As one final test, she cupped each boob from underneath and rocked her hands up and down (heh, six seven), trying to judge the heft and weight.
“W-What the fuck are you doing?!” Taki asked, finally finding her voice.
“Obviously I’m trying to figure out which one of you has the bigger boobs,” Anon said, still mentally weighing them.
“Anyone with eyes could tell you it’s Soyo!”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Rikki! Sure, Soyorin might be bigger, but yours are waaaaay firmer, and that’s super impressive for boobs your size! Maybe it’s the drumming….”
Taki slapped Anon’s hand away. “We’re done here.” She glanced at the wall behind Anon, and her eyes widened. “Wait, seriously, we’re actually done here. Our practice time slot ends in five minutes!”
Three other heads whipped around to look at the clock on the wall. (Raana didn’t seem to care much.)
“Shoot! We gotta get dressed!” Anon said, turning her eyes towards the floor and frantically searching for her bra and shirt.
The five of them got dressed in a hurry. To be honest, Anon did not enjoy putting her bra and shirt—each soaked with sweat—back on. For a brief moment, she considered going braless (especially after watching Raana do the same), but she couldn’t risk her shirt becoming see-through the way Tomori’s had. She even put her vest back on for that exact same reason; it’d be embarrassing to have her bra visible on the commute home.
In what little time they had left afterwards, they did their best to tidy up the practice room.
“Umm…,” Tomori said, catching everyone’s attention. Turning towards her, they found her staring at the ground, playing with her fingers. They waited. “I… wanted to thank you all for… indulging me today. I know it was… strange… to ask for something like that.”
That was putting it mildly, but Anon also couldn’t really complain when she had enjoyed the results of said strange request so much. She rubbed the back of her neck and let out an awkward laugh.
“It’s fine, Tomorin. Though… I am kinda curious what brought it on in the first place.”
“Boobs are just so… squishy and nice to touch,” she muttered, still staring at the floor. “Sometimes when I’m alone in my room, I’ll squeeze my own while I think of lyrics, and when I saw Raana’s, I wanted to know if it would feel different to squeeze someone else’s.”
Taki made a choked noise when Tomori mentioned she played with her own boobs, probably fantasizing over the mental image while simultaneously feeling guilty about it. Anon ignored it for now, but she filed the information away for future teasing.
“Well? Did it?” Anon asked in response to Tomori’s answer.
Tomori nodded very fast. “Yours are so small, Ano-chan—” Anon grimaced “—but I loved the way I could fit them all in my hands. It was very cute. And Raana-chan’s are big without being big. They’re so firm, so different from mine. And Soyo-chan… it’s amazing how big they are. It felt like my hands kept getting lost in them. But… I think Taki-chan’s are my favorite. They were so satisfying to squeeze, like big, warm stress balls. It’s understandable why Raana-chan played with them for so long. I kind of wish I could have spent more time with them.”
“You—” Taki started to say before Soyo slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Maybe save certain declarations for after the heat of the moment has passed, Taki-chan,” Soyo said in that overly-saccharine voice she used sometimes. “In any case, thank you for such kind words, Tomori-chan.”
Maybe it was the heat or Anon’s imagination, but it definitely looked like Soyo was blushing a little. Not that Anon could blame her. Tomori’s matter-of-fact praise had definitely made Anon blush. Obviously Taki was blushing, too, but even Raana had a bit of red on her cheeks! Tomorin was way too powerful….
Their rehearsal time ended soon after, and returning to the world of functioning A/C almost brought Anon to tears. It didn’t last nearly long enough, though, as they immediately proceeded to leave RiNG and head home. Some of the oppressive heat had dissipated now that the sun had dipped below the surrounding buildings, but it still wasn’t anywhere near what Anon would describe as pleasant.
They all went their separate ways. (Except for Taki, who followed Tomori to walk her home like normal. Anon wondered if she’d actually work up the courage to shoot her shot this time.)
As her feet took her on her normal route and the familiar scenery passed her by, Anon could finally expend some mental effort on internalizing what had just happened.
Doing so made her stop dead in her tracks.
She squatted next to a random building a buried her face in her hands, trying to force down the most intense bout of embarrassment she had ever felt in her entire life.
They had all just spent like half an hour groping each other!
She wanted to scream. If she had been in her room when this realization struck her, she would have screamed into her pillow—possibly loud enough to make her mom ask if she was okay. Only the public nature of her current location tempered her external reaction. Internally, though, a cacophony of noise filled her head.
Holy shit, they had touched each other’s boobs. Tomori had touched her boobs—she had offered to let Tomori to touch her boobs. Soyo had touched her boobs! ASKED to touch her boobs! And actually, touching boobs didn’t do it justice: Soyo had played with her! Purposefully tried to make her moan! What the hell?! That wasn’t normal, right? That had to mean something, right?!
But if that meant something, then what did it mean that Anon had touched Tomori’s boobs? And Soyo’s? And Taki’s? Hell, the only one she hadn’t touched was Raana, and honestly, thinking back, that was only because of a lack of opportunity. With horror, Anon realized she would have absolutely touched Raana’s boobs if given even half a chance.
What the fuuuuuuuuuck….
Normal bands didn’t do this, right? Like, Ave Mujica definitely didn’t spend half of their practices getting to second base with each other, right?? So what the hell did this mean?! Were they all, like, dating now? Did jumping straight to fondling someone mean you were dating? But could you date multiple people at once? Okay, wait, that part she had at least heard about before: polyamory wasn’t exactly common, but it did happen. So did that mean MyGO!!!!! was one big polycule or something?
Hold on, no, wait, she was getting way ahead of herself. Girls compared boobs all the time. That was totally normal (even if it hadn’t happened to her before). It didn’t mean anything. Total bestie behavior.
It definitely didn’t mean anything for her to think that Raana had gotten, like, unfairly sexy after her growth spurt, what with her nice boobs and newfound height. Or that Taki had the whole cool beauty thing going for her, and she was a shortstack, which was kinda goated. Literally anyone with working eyes could see that Soyo was drop dead gorgeous and sexy as hell. And c’mon, who didn’t look at Tomori and think she was absolutely adorable?
A certain tingle between her legs made itself known, and she remembered her current location squatting on the sidewalk. Biting her lip, she stood up and hurried off as memories replayed over and over in her mind.
She needed to get home ASAP.