“Michiru, can you come upstairs for a second?”
Usually this statement was followed by two bodies flowing into one another, pressing their sensitive parts against one another in what their “daughter” Hotaru would regard as “Momma and Poppa’s Happy Time.” However, as Michiru turned, her smile broad on her angular face, she did not see her usually proud, powerful Haruka standing over her, a lustful glint in her eyes, but rather anxiety, subtle, almost impossible to detect, but nevertheless prevalent in the strong woman’s eyes.
“Sure,” Michiru replied, rising to Haruka’s level as the duo moved to the upstairs floor. Once in the bed chambers, Michiru plopped herself on the bed, almost going to remove her shirt, but, noticing that Haruka refused to move, held herself back, choosing to see how things played out. “What’s bothering you, Haruka?” Michiru finally asked, noticing the antsy Haruka standing up, surprising for the usually strong warrior.
“It’s nothing major,” Haruka said, frowning, “I just had an experiment in mind, nothing huge, just a strange little thing. Stupid, really—”
“If it’s so stupid, then tell me,” Michiru replied, “I like stupid ideas sometimes. They’re cute.”
“You mean my stupid ideas are cute. Anyway, it’s just a little thing, and I know you’re probably gonna say no flat out, but, well, here it goes: would you like to gain weight?”
Indeed, Haruka had foreseen Michiru’s response a mile away: “Excuse me? I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Did you say ‘gain weight’?”
“Yes, that’s exactly right.”
“Uh, Haruka, why?”
“it’s just a kink is all, a weird little thing that might make things fun in bed,” Haruka replied, shrugging, “I’ve done it for you. Remember the time you told me to grow my hair out?” Michiru remembered that. After the two months of growing her hair, Haruka almost shaved her head bald. She had just recently returned to her ordinary hair style, and the experience, for the most part, was something they preferred not to discuss, despite how funny and cute Haruka looked like with blonde flowing hair down to her hips.
“You are aware there’s a huge difference between growing out your hair and growing out your waistline, right?”
“Yeah, but just try it for two months, like with my hair. Whaddya say? Think of it as payback for the hair, alright?” Haruka’s eyes were filled with anxiety. Michiru knew full well what that fear was: the fear of rejection, of Michiru thinking that Haruka was a complete strange fetish-obsessed freak, and maybe she did think that.
It just so happened that Michiru found that to be one of Haruka’s cutest qualities.
“Okay, I’ll do it, on one condition…”
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