Looking For Help

Back in the dorms, as the evening begins to descend upon the area, a loud slam echoes throughout the halls, before panicked footsteps patter along the floor.

"Hey, what's the matter? Too much of a prude to stay and watch me jill off?~" Katsumi's voice rings out behind Jiro as she rushes out of the room. She doesn't answer the teasing question, instead making as much distance between them as possible as she moves downstairs.

Rushing into the common area, she tries to shake off the fuzzy feeling in her head. Since Katsumi kissed her, there's been a distinct buzzing in the back of her mind, one that she hasn't been able to draw her focus away from... "What's happening...?"

"Hm? Oh hey Kyoka, just ordering a new dress online... figured I could finally spend a little after being so frugal lately..." Yaoyorozu, still lounging on the couch, swipes at her phone, having taken Jiro's question as a greeting meant for her. "Come check it out, it's pretty cute~"

"Huh? Momo?" The adrenaline rushing through Jiro's body continues to keep her on edge, but she cautiously heads over anyway. Just able to see the back of Yaoyorozu's head, she makes her way to the back of the couch, looking over the girl's shoulder at her phone. A small image of a fancy looking red dress catching her attention. "That's... that's nice I guess, but Momo... Something happened upstairs..."

"Oh yeah? Something with Katsumi or something?" The rich girl responds, typing in her father's credit card number.

"Yeah... she's- I think there's something wrong with her."

Yaoyorozu giggles. "It took you that long to figure it out? That's what I've been trying to tell you all year."

"No, not just the usual stuff, like, something really wrong... She... kinda... kissed me?"

A sudden tinge of warmth ignites in Yaoyorozu's stomach, her ears perking up at the utterance of such an enticing act. Finally the rich girl turns her head to look at Jiro, her fluffy ponytail no longer obstructing the punk girl's view of her... letting her see the direct window of cleavage now showing on Yaoyorozu's chest. "She did? Hah, I guess it makes sense... she always did have that kinda vibe..."

Jiro stares for longer than she probably should, her mind suddenly distracted.

"And what about you? Did you like it?"

"H-huh? What...?" Jiro blinks, her face turning red as she takes a step back, folding her arms in embarrassment. "No! Why would I?"

Yaoyorozu shrugs. "Well why else would you be coming and telling me?"

"Because- because I didn't like it, she just came on so fast... and then..."

"Mmm~ And then you felt that warmth in your tummy?" Yaoyorozu grins, setting her phone down and feeling her insides grow hotter.

"Yeah? How did you-"

"Something like that happened to me too... I felt so hot, like I was getting sick... then..." She reaches up, unbuttoning her uniform further to reveal her lacy bra. "Sorry, you don't mind right? It's... getting a little hot in here again~"

Jiro looks on in awe. For some reason, Yaoyorozu's chest looks bigger... Was it always like that? "I... guess I don't mind..."

"Good~" Yaoyorozu stretches, arching her back and raising her arms to the sky. "Did I ever tell you how cute you were Kyoka?" She smirks, leaning her head back to look up at the punk girl.

"Momo, are you... feeling alright?"

The rich girl lays back lazily, her arms falling back down into her lap, one reaching up to cup her ample breast, and another snaking down between her thighs. "Never better babe... Just relaxing a bit after a long day of class~"

"But... right here in the open?" Jiro begins to grow worried for her friend, her actions seeming familiar.

"Why not? We're both friends, right Kyoka?" She squeezes her breast, at the same time as she finds her damp slit under that tight skirt. The heat inside her begins to spread, seizing the moment to seize Yaoyorozu. "We're good friends~" She giggles, her eyelids fluttering as she closes her eyes, moans beginning to escape her lips.

Jiro watches on in horror, as Yaoyorozu disregards her usual standards to masturbate right in front of her. "It's... shit is it happening to you too Yao-Momo?" She asks, her voice becoming panicked.

Yaoyorozu groans, feeling her hair growing tight as it lengthens on her head. "Mmmaybe~" She teases. Under clothes, her breasts begin to balloon out, her already ample tits barely able to stay within her own bra. "I've been such a bad girl today Kyoka~ Spent sooo much on daddies credit card~"

Jiro looks down, noticing the cart on her phone screen displaying 10 items... "No... you can't... fuck you can't help me Momo..."

"Why not? You need some money baby? Or a lesson on how to be a proper woman?~ That's totally in my wheelhouse~" Her outfit stretches, the school uniform barely unable to contain Yaoyorozu's expanding form. "Or maybe you want to go back up to Katsumi's? Is that why you told me about your little makeout sesh? You wanna make it a threesome?"

Finally having enough, Yaoyorozu's hair explodes from its confines, the wild ponytail falling around her shoulders, those raven colored locks suddenly adorned with blonde streaks. "Whatever you need babe... I'm your girl~" She says, her body tensing as she screams. "Fffuck... so goooood~~"

Jiro shakes her head, pulling herself away from the obviously lost girl. "I'm sorry Momo, I- I gotta go!" She turns and runs, leaving the commons for someone else to help her.

Yaoyorozu finally relaxes, her hand moving from her dripping cunt. A distinct fog has rolled in on her mind, twisting her thoughts. She stares up at the ceiling, thinking of the sexy future that awaits her. "We're gonna have so much fun~"