Chiaki's gamer shirt gacha: "YOU PLAY SUPPORT"

It was hard to miss what had changed about Chiaki's outfit. With her drab green hoodie on, there was no way for either of them to read "I'LL PLAY TANK" printed on the back of the shirt she was wearing, the signature forest green of some mobile online battle arena game Kazuichi wouldn't recognize. It didn't matter: the clear, eye-catching point of the shirt was the front, which declared "YOU PLAY SUPPORT" across the front of it in white letters, surrounded by white plus signs.

The word "SUPPORT" was stretched, barely readable. Chiaki noticed him staring at it and frowned at him, flushing. "It's... a double entendre," she said, unnecessarily. "Do you know what a 'support' is in a MOBA, Kazuichi? Actually... do you know what a MOBA is? I think I can explain it, if you want to get the joke... Probably."

Kazuichi didn't give a damn about whatever the nerdy joke on Chiaki's shirt was supposed to be. He barely cared about video games. What he did care about was the fact that Chiaki seemed to have gotten a couple of bonuses along with her new shirt. Namely... to quit beating around the bush...

Chiaki's breasts were massive. She'd always had a nice rack, Kazuichi didn't think anyone could disagree... Frankly overqualified for a geeky, pale girl-next-door who barely seemed to feel love, nevermind having any ambitions for the bedroom. Now, however, they were shirt-stretching monsters. If her blouse hadn't changed, it'd definitely have lost buttons.

Kazuichi realized he'd been staring. And almost drooling. And he'd be surprised if he wasn't flexing his fingers like a cartoon character, ready to start helping Chiaki with the "SUPPORT" her shirt seemed to be requesting.

The overly-endowed gamer pouted. She crossed her hands over the shirt as if that could do anything. The sight of her dainty hands against her mammary monsters only served to provide scale. "Kazuichi... I take it you're not interested in the joke. You want to get to the, um... 'sexy service until you cum.' I bet."

"Yes, Mommy," Kazuichi nodded. "I'm sorry, uh, Chiaki."

Chiaki looked even more irritated, although that only registered as a sulky pout on her pretty face. She didn't look happy about it, but she was going to do what the trigger had told her. She sighed, then shrugged off her hoodie, then lifted the shirt...

It took some effort. It wasn't clear how such a shirt could be comfortably dressed-into by a woman of her size. She huffed, and she puffed... finally, she got the garment off. The caged monsters got free. She had been wearing a pixel-patterned bra to match the panties Kazuichi had seen during her earlier handstand, but to her obvious shock, the hook snapped from the gravity and momentum of the shirt pulling free. Before she could cover them for modesty, her huge breasts were bouncing freely, with pink nipples bigger than Kazuichi had ever seen or imagined nearly whacking him in the face.

She frowned broadly. "Kazuichi... I think I'll be able to make you cum without a lot of effort. Because of that, I think I can say without, um... without impeding that... I'm the Ultimate Gamer, Kazuichi. And I'm your friend. It feels a little weird to have you acting like that just because they're big. That's not-"

"Big? These things are insane!" Kazuichi shouted in a practical wolf-howl. Before he could stop himself, he'd grabbed full handfuls of each, groping her dreamlike assets without mercy or hesitation.

Chiaki's face showed that she didn't approve on a moral level, but she didn't object on a physical level. It seemed the size came with an increased level of sensitivity. Even if she thought the way Kazuichi was acting was gross, she looked undeniably turned on by the attention. Eventually, however, she did grab his wrists. "You don't... intend to keep this up much longer, do you? It's kinda embarrassing... And I don't know how long... I can handle it..."

"Oh shit!" Kazuichi shouted. "Right, I've probably only got like a minute left, maybe less! Chiaki, I gotta have a titfuck now. I'm gonna go nuts if I have to leave here without it!"

Chiaki sighed again, although she looked relieved to finally get a break from the mauling. "Well... That'll end it quick, I think." She cast her sulky, unamused expression up at him as she took a place on her knees in front of his seated position on the couch. Before she could blink, he'd gotten his zipper down and his ready junk out. And before either of them could think, she had her incredible rack smothering that junk. His length could barely peek out of the valley of her cleavage. Sometimes, when she pressed them together, it actually did disappear. Disappearing, reappearing, disappearing and reappearing again... It was like watching a man drown, and it felt just as intense.

She looked at it, then looked at his panting, pathetic face. She acknowledged her own increasing level of sweat, the pale bangs sticking to her forehead. A worked-up part of her considered asking him to give her some more of the earlier pleasure, which seemed only fair, but she decided she needed to finish what she'd decided to do.

With an expression of determination, she spat onto the head peeking out of her breasts, rubbed them, got them lubed up. Then, she put her breasts back to work, squeezing the life out of Kazuichi's dick.

"Ooooh man!" he shouted, clinging onto the couch for dear life. "Tits are great! Tits are the best! I... I dunno if real life is ever gonna compare! But I wanna try more... Load, dammit!"