Alfred Hitchcock once famously made a point about tension. If you watch a dinner conversation, and suddenly a bomb goes off you have a moment of excitement. However, if you show the audience that there is a bomb under the table, and then show the dinner conversation with everyone unaware of the bomb, suddenly there is suspension.
Well, the same can be said to apply here. There were ten glasses of milk on the table. Those glasses had been struck by a breast enlargement raygun. The girls sitting around this table in this living room were all oblivious to that fact. And so... Tension. Dramatic irony. We are aware of something that they are not, and it informs our emotions about the scene about to play out.
In the middle of the room Eito lies unconscious, unable to take the strain of the sudden panty shot. Meanwhile all around him, sitting around the room on various seats within arm's reach of the glasses of milk, there were no less than six cute and confused girls.
"I recognise you," Yoko said, the first to speak up. "You're two of number 3's swim team. Whatever are you doing here? Trying to spy on us again?"
"No!" Sae protested, then sneezed and no less than three different cameras fell from her person. Which was impressive considering she had borrowed one of Eito's shirts while her own clothes were drying. "I mean... Maybe?"
"Inter-school swim team politics is all very interesting, but can we please focus on the real issue at hand?" That was Chise. Sitting back in the biggest chair in the room, resting her futuristic laser gun in between her boobs and stroking it like a supervillain stroked a cat.
"That's right!" Michiko said, pounding the table and risking the milk spilling. "Point of order 1, them titties!" Chise aimed the laser directly at her. "Moving on to point 2, how we set up a harem for this - " the laser made an ominous start up noise. "Uh... Point 3 anyone?"
Oof, but Michiko was feeling parched all of a sudden. She reached out for a glass of milk, a little annoyed that the other girls in the room were ignoring her. Gosh, look at them all. Super cute girls, one and all, each with their own unique flavour. We've got the childhood friends, the super shy quiet one that's probably a bit of a freak when she's let loose, and you've even got -
"You know, it's possible this was all his idea!" Yoko said, giving Eito a nudge with her foot. "Maybe he was trying to sabotage the competition. Huh? We all know how close you are to Koemi..."
All of a sudden Koken slammed a glass of milk she'd been about to sip from down onto the table, her hands trembling a little. It even shocked Michiko a bit, enough that she didn't drink from her own glass.
"He's... not like that..." Koken quietly mumbled, looking down at the floor.
Ooookay, she's got it bad. She probably had made some promise to marry him at the age of, like, five which he totally forgot but she was still dreaming of every night. Or something cliche like that. If any of the girls were the weak link in Michiko's brand spanking new 'harem' plan, it was her. She'd crack first, she'd crack hard, and the two of them would be able to work over the others at all! It was the perfect scheme, and she'd call it the 'Swim Teams Harem!' Foolproof, nothing could go wrong!
Then she brought the milk to her lips to hide her grin. Mmm... Delicious.
"Hypothesis are all well and good," Chise said. "However, we need a methodology to properly test them. Otherwise they are useless."
"We could always try asking him!" Koemi said, roundly being ignored.
"Well, I take it little miss big titted mad scientist has a plan to test those hypotheses?" Yoko said, leaning forward and hopping up on her feet, incidentally making her big boobs bounce around rather obviously. "Or did all of your brainpower go directly into resolving certain... inadequacies?"
Chise made a gesture somewhat like cocking her gun. "Funny thing, I doubt you'll be as good a swimmer with a chest like that," she taunted. Oooh, good point! With bazongas like those, she wouldn't be able to move through the water nearly as efficiently! "The water drag will almost certainly slow you down."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Please girls!" Koemi intervened, getting in between the two of them and pushing them apart "You're making boobs of yourselves!"
Nobody laughed. Instead, the girls grabbed a glass and sipped from their glass. Looking around the room, Michiko's mind tried to calculate the best possible way to move the conversation in the desired direction. The only read she was getting off those other girls right now was something more like 'damn this milk tastes niiiice' which was definitely true. Michiko lifted her glass to her lips and - Huh? Empty, already? Weird, she didn't even notice she'd finished it off that fast.
Come to think of it, the other girls were sure guzzling down their glasses too. Sae, Koken, Chise and Yoko were guzzling down their glasses like girls possessed. The only one that hadn't had a sip was Koemi, who seemed a bit more concerned with Eito's unconscious body.
"I think he's been hypnotised," Chise said, wiping her chin and - Boing, boing. H-huh? Was it her imagination or had the girl's already huge chest gained another few inches? "Some bright spark has got it in their head that mister oblivious can infiltrate the swim teams for their own dastardly ends! Letting them act while he or she or maybe even <i>they</i> can remain unsuspected, with their hands clean."
Koken tightly gripped her hands into fists. The girl was trembling a bit and - boing boing - went up a cup size out of nowhere. Michiko shook her head and rubbed at her eyes. What?!
"You really believe in hypnotism?" Yoko jeered. And she too went up another cup size, before Michiko's disbelieving eyes. It would be a wonder if she even fit in her swimsuit anymore, frankly. "Really? That sort of thing can't possibly work in reality!"
"Need I remind you yet again where we got these monsters from?" Chise yelled.
"Plastic surgeon?" Sae asked, and even she wasn't free from the boobs monster. Nor from Chise aiming a gun directly at her. "Alright, gosh! Ugh, you know... I should probably ask you to look over my tech sometime..."
"I charge an hourly rate, you'll find them perfectly reasonable," Chise sniffed. While wobbling all over the place. By which Machiko meant her chest.
What was happening here? The girls all reached out and grabbed a second glass of milk from the table, and Michiko suddenly realised that she was drinking some of it as well. Oh, boy that tasted amazing!
But wait a minute. Hold on here. On finishing their second glass, each of the girls had a glazed over look in their eyes. They were breathing heavily, and... and so was Michiko. No way. It couldn't be. Could it be? She looked down. At herself. Found her own top straining to contain what was lying within. She quickly undid the top button because otherwise there was a risk of that flying across the room.
That milk. That had to be the answer. The milk had made their boobs bigger!
"Are you all done arguing?" Koemi asked. She stood up, all indignant and put her hands on her hips. "Honestly now, listen to the lot of you! Going on about poor Eito when he's not even awake to defend himself. I'm sure if we just talk to him, we'll figure it all out in no time at all and then -"
Suddenly Eito sat up. This was unfortunate for him, because Koemi's position relative to his body meant that his head wound up underneath her skirt. Cue the two of them toppling over, and - aww. They were super cute together! Koken scooted over and picked up his head then let it lie on her lap. Awww! And her without her camera.
Wait Sae was in the room. She had plenty of cameras to - got it! Oh, the three of them were so cute together that it almost made Michiko forget for a moment that she was almost certainly going to need to go clothes shopping because - Crap!
"Well, I think that's decided," Yoko said. "He's a pervert. So what do we do about him?"
The answer to one girl in this room was perfectly obvious. Set that boy up with a harem, pronto!
- Eito wakes up. The girls have agreed to an interrogation. Unfortunately the milk has altered their perspectives a little bit.
- Eito wakes up the next day having had a really nice dream, but now he just has to bear it until the day of the swim meet.
- Meanwhile, another chain of events is kicking off due to Eito's instructions that he doesn't know anything about yet. (fatesplit)
- Skip to the day of the swim meet. The bell rings...
- Something else
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