Hajime wakes up feeling great, but...

Hajime woke the morning after a startling series of events with his next door neighbor, Chiaki, his former friend who he had been **** to simultaneously recognize as his love interest and as a "Tome Mistress" in the process of transforming into an imp. Between the urgency of what he needed to do, the arousal she'd managed to work up in him, and the average stress of his day-to-day life, Hajime had figured he'd have a hell of a time getting to sleep. As it turned out, he'd passed out right after posting a request for help to the Hope's Peak Academy forum.

For a hard-working man, leaving the snare of a warm bed for a workday was a difficult task. This morning, however, it felt nearly impossible. Perhaps the previous night had exhausted him more than he'd thought, or perhaps the weight of his responsibilities was too heavy...

No, it wasn't anything psychological. Really, he felt like he'd gotten the best sleep of his life. There was, in fact, some additional physical weight on his chest this morning. It was not too heavy, not too light, and it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was downright cozy, like an extra blanket. Still, Hajime fought against the sleepy energy of his dark room, with its curtains still drawn, and managed to fling the cover off of himself.

When he did so, he looked down at his own body. It took a moment to understand exactly what was on top of him, his eyes adjusting to the dim light coming through his still-shut blinds. The shape he was interpreting and the soft texture didn't make any sense to his groggy mind... Whatever it was, he realized it was breathing softly. He realized it was just stirring out of its rest.

When it made a familiar yawn and began to stretch, finally cracking open one of its big, round eyes in a sleepy wink, he realized what he was looking at...

There was a woman on top of him, one he now understood to be Chiaki Nanami, but not as he knew her. The heavy-lidded eyes she was struggling to open were practically glowing pink, and her yawn revealed small, pronounced fangs. Really, those were the least of the changes: from her forehead, two large, rigid, but rounded-edged horns protruded from her forehead, vaguely reminiscent of bunny ears when viewed from the front. Small, feathered wings flitted on her back, and a thin tail with a fluffy pom-pom on the end twitched lazily, as if just waking up, itself.

These were the most bizarre changes, but not the most significant. The most striking changes, as the woman now sat (naked, as far as he could tell in the dark) upon his lap, were in her proportions. In a way, there was both much less Chiaki than he was used to and much more. Even in the dark, he could tell the reason he hadn't recognized the woman he'd woken up under as his friend, initially, was that she was far shorter than she had been the night before, and as long as he'd known her. As it stood now, Hajime thought she might only come up to his chest, if that. If you counted her horns, maybe she was as almost tall as she was before... As for the "more," he realized that her chest, her hips, and especially the pillowy thighs pinning him down had all expanded. Each breast was nearly as large as her head, and her wide ass was surely even larger than that.

Anyway, while he couldn't make out all the details, he could definitely tell she was naked, and she wasn't making any effort to cover herself up. Hastily, Hajime roused himself, tossed the blanket over her, and hopped out of bed to turn on the lights, ignoring his own half-nakedness.

Having the room well lit confirmed a number of things for him. First, she was, indeed, clearly naked, and the blanket hanging over the otherwise bare shelf of her impossibly big and perky chest told him he hadn't misinterpreted what he'd seen in the dimness. Second, besides the other features, he was now able to tell her skin had turned a soft shade of bubblegum pink, giving her an overall monotone color pallet that only varied in gradation. Truly, she had transformed into a real-life version of the imp he'd seen in the game. And, third...

"Oh crap, what time is it?!" Hajime finally realized the alarm clock next to his bed was not just off, it was unplugged. When he took a look at his phone, he realized it was... "The early afternoon! Chiaki, did you unplug my alarm clock?!"

The imp nodded, wearing Chiaki's soft smile on her thick pink lips. For Hajime's sake, she was holding the cover below her chin with both hands for modesty. "Mm... I go by Chichi now, but that's okay. That can wait until you're an imp too... Anyway, I unplugged it and used a little magic to give you a nice, comfy rest. I even snuggled up with you all night to make sure you slept well. I bet it was the coziest you've ever slept."

"Yeah, I'll say!" Hajime exclaimed, already struggling to pull on his clothes. "So cozy, I'm almost four hours late for work! Thanks a lot."

Chiaki frowned, reclining in his bed. "Sorry... But your job isn't important any more, I'd say... Didn't I already say that? Besides, there's nothing more important than a good night's sleep and waking up feeling well-rested, I think."

Hajime sighed, working at his tie in the mirror. "Maybe not to you, as you are now... Gah, I can't believe I can't even spare time to talk about what's going on with you now, I'm so late! Did you mess with anything else?"

"No, I can actually hardly reach anything from here... So, I didn't do much other than go through your wall, unplug your clock, tuck you in, and keep you warm. To be honest, I found that I, um... can't really move much farther than this radius away from my TV set right now... Probably. But that's a problem I'll figure out how to fix soon! It's no big deal compared to all the cool stuff I can do as an imp now. I spent a while learning all kinds of special abilities I have now, and since I embraced the Tome, I got strong really quick. The problem is how to make the Tome itself stronger. I think it requires more imps-"

Hajime had been only half-listening, and interrupted for what he thought was the most important point. "Chiaki, we're gonna have to have a talk about you just helping yourself through my wall." As he continued to stress out about work, Hajime checked his phone. The new problems with Chiaki's imp form reminded him that he needed to check on the status of his post from last night. Had he been lucky enough that someone had replied with an answer to his problem?

Unfortunately, Hajime wasn't any kind of Ultimate Lucky Student, and his luck hadn't come through. Far from having an answer to his problem, he found that not only had his post been deleted, he'd been IP banned from the site.

Added to everything else, Hajime could hear a knocking from outside his door. It didn't seem to be on his door, so he ignored it, but it was one more thing vying for his attention. For now, he needed to set some ground rules for Chiaki. "Sorry about yelling at you, but a lot's hitting me at once right now. Chiaki-"

As he turned back to see her, she was gone. Had she left to investigate that knocking? In any case, there was no time to worry about it now. If he didn't show up at work and come up with a convincing explanation soon, he'd be considering new work besides Chiaki's new lease on life.

Finally, he'd gotten dressed. It was humiliating not to have showered from the previous night's sweat, but he'd have an easier time explaining that than why he was showing up for work in the afternoon. Just as he was about to step out the door, however, another knock came. This time, it was on his apartment door... It could be his imagination, but he thought it was harder than the knock he'd heard a moment earlier.

Hajime tossed it open, already preparing his lines to tell off the door-to-door solicitor he was sure he was going to encounter...