"Hamy-chan, you're early today?" Ikumi asked.
"Hehe… well, I set an alarm today," Harmonia replied, covering her mouth again.
Ikumi smiled as she looked up at her. Harmonia was bending down slightly, and from that angle, Ikumi could clearly see those crimson eyes staring straight at her. She also noticed the way Harmonia's face had turned pink—almost red—just like the first time they met.
"Really cute…" she muttered to herself...
"Come in, Hamy-chan, I'm about to finish cooking," Ikumi said as she opened the sliding door.
"Thank you, Sister," Harmonia replied, carefully stepping inside through the doorway.
Ikumi's eyes naturally drifted over her figure, catching the subtle bounce of her massive proportions with each small movement she made. A faint smile curved her lips as she quietly muttered to herself,
"Really big… for such a big body."
They both walked into the living room on the first floor, and Harmonia's gaze immediately fell on a small figure sitting on the sofa, quietly watching the news on the TV.
"Little Kaoru… good morning," Harmonia said, removing the hand that had been covering her mouth.
The boy, Kaoru, heard that familiar, sweet voice. He instantly recognized it—it was the voice of the tall big sister who always came to dine.
Kaoru was Ikumi's son, around ten years old. He had mid-length dark hair, with bangs falling between his eyes and resting near his ears. He wore a simple white T-shirt and blue shorts. His skin was light and fair, much like his mother's, though his eyes were a deep black, quietly observing everything around him.
Kaoru stood up from his seat and walked toward the tall woman.
"Good morning, big sister," he said.
Harmonia watched him approach, then slowly bent down, carefully lowering herself. As she moved, she felt the intense stretch between her thighs—tight, deep, and almost overwhelming. A faint shiver ran through her body as pleasure crept in, raw and insistent. Unlike before, she was beginning to grow used to it, but it still made her breath hitch.
She bit down, holding back a moan, her teeth clenched as she endured the sensation, her body trembling slightly under the strain.
Ikumi and Kaoru watched her move at the same slow pace. Her massive bust and ass compressed visibly as she bent down, the soft weight shifting with her motion as she lowered herself to Kaoru's level.
Harmonia reached out and gently patted Kaoru's head.
Kaoru could feel her slender fingers and the warmth of her large palm resting on his hair. Then he heard her soft, sweet voice as she spoke.
"L–little Kaoru… do you want some candy?"?.
Candy?" Kaoru repeated, looking up to meet her pretty face.
"Yes," Harmonia said softly. She slowly pulled back the hand that had been patting his head, lowering it in front of him so he could see her open palm. Her other hand still covered her mouth as she did so.
Then Kaoru saw something unbelievable. From the center of Harmonia's palm, a pink sphere began to form—starting as small as a coin, slowly swelling in size. It grew steadily, expanding into something the size of an orange, then larger… until it became as big as a basketball. The surface was smooth and glossy, like a giant piece of candy.
Kaoru's eyes widened in amazement. His face lit up with excitement as he looked back at her.
"Big sis… is this really candy?"
"Cool, right?" Harmonia said as she added a long handle to the pink sphere. The handle formed seamlessly, also made of candy, growing until it was nearly half of Kaoru's height.
Using just two fingers, Harmonia gently held the end of the giant lollipop and offered it to him.
"Here, little Kaoru," she said softly.
Kaoru stared at the massive pink candy in front of him. Then, with both of his small hands, he reached out and grabbed the middle of the handle, holding onto it tightly.
After grabbing it, he leaned in and tasted it. His tongue brushed against the surface as he licked the lollipop, then his face lit up.
"Wow… this really tastes like cherry and strawberry candy!" he exclaimed.
Harmonia watched his reaction and smiled faintly. "Sweet, right?" she asked.
Kaoru nodded his head, already going in for another lick as he kept enjoying the candy.
Ikumi watched all of this in stunned disbelief. She couldn't comprehend how Harmonia could produce candy from her palm—not just money, but this too. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible scene unfolding before her.
By the time she settled her thoughts, the food had already been served on the dining table. Harmonia ate with a quiet, almost serene joy, perched across two chairs that strained under the sheer weight and expanse of her massive ass. Kaoru sat on the other side, eating his own meal, though his glances inevitably drifted toward Harmonia.
The candy Harmonia had given Kaoru sat on the refrigerator for the moment, untouched. Ikumi balanced her own eating with attending to her son, but both mother and child couldn't help sneaking looks at Harmonia. As she ate, she had removed the hood that had concealed her earlier, revealing her breathtaking form in full. Her silver hair cascaded flawlessly down her back, framing a sculpted, almost ethereal face, and her crimson eyes glimmered like something lifted straight from a storybook—an impossibly beautiful figure that demanded attention without trying.
Kaoru-chan, you should eat like Hamy-chan if you want to grow big like her, Ikumi said, her eyes flicking toward Harmonia as she devoured her food. Harmonia's cheeks puffed pink as she stuffed her mouth with bites, not slowly, not hurriedly, but with a steady, insistent rhythm. Her fingers carried each morsel to her lips, no utensils in sight, and every now and then she'd lift a finger to her mouth and lick it clean, a small, innocent gesture that only made her seem more endearing.
"That would be impossible, Mother! Big sis is like… a big bear," Kaoru said, chewing thoughtfully.
Ikumi chuckled, shaking her head. "Then she would be the bear queen if that ever happened," she replied, amused.
Harmonia wasn't paying attention to their banter. Her focus was entirely on the feast before her. Her fingers snatched another drumstick of fried chicken, and she nibbled on it like a tiny hamster gnawing with fervor, every bite painting the joy of indulgence across her delicate features. Her expression radiated a pure, almost childlike delight, but beneath that, her body hummed with the secret, hidden pleasures she'd grown more accustomed to—the teasing, persistent stimulation of her lower body mingling with the sheer satisfaction of eating, creating a dizzying mix of need and delight she couldn't hide.
The three of them took their time savoring breakfast, letting each bite linger on their tongues, enjoying every flavor. Once they were done, Ikumi busied herself cleaning the dining table while Kaoru lounged on the sofa with his lollipop. Harmonia moved to the kitchen sink, washing her hands carefully.
Ikumi's gaze lingered on her. Unlike before, Harmonia's legs were far steadier now—still quivering ever so slightly, but no longer the uncontrollable shaking that had marked her first encounters. She furrowed her brow slightly, wondering if it was fatigue or something else entirely.
Stepping closer, she asked softly, "Hamy-chan… your legs aren't shaking as much as before, are they?"
Harmonia heard her and turned her head, looking down at the smirking face of Ikumi, clearly amused at the direction this conversation was about to take.
"Sister Ikumi… I'm already getting used to it," Harmonia said, her crimson eyes flicking up to meet hers. "What about you, sister? How long did it take for you to get familiar with it?" She wanted to hear Ikumi's experience, to know how long it might take her own body to grow accustomed to the relentless, intoxicating stimulation.
Ikumi raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in her expression. She didn't quite know what Harmonia was talking about—but the question lingered, teasing and charged with unspoken meaning.
"What do you mean, 'getting used to'?" Ikumi asked, setting the plates carefully down in the sink.
Harmonia let the towel she had been using to dry her hands fall to the counter. Her right hand drifted down to her lower abdomen, lightly brushing over the sensitive skin there. "Sister… of course I mean my third short leg," she said, her crimson eyes meeting Ikumi's.
Ikumi froze for a moment, trying to process the words, the concept, the impossibility of it. She didn't know what to make of it—or exactly what this "third leg" could be.
Hesitating, she asked, "Hamy-chan… what third leg?"
Harmonia's gaze softened as she looked at Ikumi's confused expression. Tilting her head slightly, she regarded her with a quiet, almost teasing curiosity, letting the silence hang just long enough for the words—and the meaning behind them—to settle in.
Then Harmonia heard Hermay's soft, coaxing voice echo in her mind.
[Dear~ She doesn't have it?]
"What? Sister doesn't have it? But… how? How is that possible?!" Harmonia exclaimed, her crimson eyes widening in shock, her voice trembling at the revelation.
Ikumi, meanwhile, simply watched, the soft hum of her own melodic tone filling the kitchen, as if trying to soothe the flustered, frantic energy radiating from Harmonia.
Harmonia's voice wavered as she asked again, almost pleading, "Sister… y-you don't have a th-third leg? How… how is that possible?"
Ikumi, curiosity piqued and eyes narrowing, asked softly, "Hamy-chan… just what third leg are you talking about?"
Harmonia didn't answer with words. Instead, she decided to show her. Slowly, deliberately, she bent down. As she did, her massive breasts spilled forward, heavy and pendulous, almost impossibly full, drawing Ikumi's gaze like magnets. The swell of her chest hovered for a moment in the air before settling, barely restrained by her outfit, an overwhelming sight that made the air feel charged.
Harmonia's hands slid to the hem of her white dress. Fingers gripping the fabric tightly, she began lifting it, inch by inch, revealing the creamy expanse of her thighs, thick and unyielding, glistening with the subtle flush of arousal.
"What… what are you doing?" Ikumi asked, voice low but tense, her own eyes locked on the sight before her. The intensity of Harmonia's stare, paired with the slow unveiling of her white legs, made every nerve in the room thrum with charged anticipation..
The sight before Ikumi left her breathless, a mix of shock and something she couldn't quite name tightening in her chest. As Harmonia's dress climbed higher, reaching her upper thighs, Ikumi noticed the second layer—a short white skirt underneath—clinging tightly, hinting at what lay beneath.
Her eyes traced the thick, impossible outlines that pressed against the fabric, each curve impossibly full and alive. Harmonia's voice, soft and incredulous, asked, "Sister… you really don't have something like this?"
Slowly, deliberately, Harmonia's slender fingers found the hem of her short skirt and lifted it. Inch by inch, the skirt rose, exposing more of her impossibly creamy thighs, taut and thick, flushed with warmth.
Ikumi's eyes widened with disbelief, unable to look away. Her mouth instinctively rose to cover itself as she tried to process the impossible sight before her. Every line, every curve of Harmonia's body pressed against the delicate fabric was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly unreal.
(っ－＿－)っAM N. NOT.