“Hey, senpai! Let’s go to the beach!”

Hana Uzaki, Shinichi Sakurai’s self-described adorable girlfriend, said enthusiastically one day, while she was over to play video games, suddenly suggesting it just after he’d returned from the kitchen with snacks. She was sitting down, having turned herself around to face him. Normally he’d say that he was looking down on her, but her immense height meant that just sitting down on her beanbag-sized ass was enough to prop her up to nearly head height with him.

Uzaki was afflicted (“afflicted”, she would smugly say with sarcasm dripping from her voice) with a rare genetic condition, one that would cause her to gain height as she gained weight. She’d started as a pint-sized shortstack, and as she’d let her waistline slip she’d gotten taller and taller until she was average-height when she was plump, almost as tall as him when she’d gotten fat, and by the time she was obese, towering over him. By the time she’d reached eight feet tall and hundreds of pounds overweight he’d thought that she’d decide that enough was enough and that any further weight or height would be inconvenient, but he’d been dead wrong.

Uzaki loved being huge, and loathed the idea of going on a diet, deciding that it was well worth being fat if it meant she could literally get one over her boyfriend. As a result she’d only taken to gluttony with more enthusiasm in the year since he’d thought she’d tap out, and by the time summer rolled around she’d put on another five hundred pounds. Luckily her height had had diminishing returns, much to her chagrin, and she was “merely” between nine and ten feet tall and weighing close to a ton, a mountain of blubber that was as big as a bed and squashed and stretched with every motion. It was hard to look at that bloated face and think that she was a petite if busty girl not too long ago. Now she just barely fit into his apartment without bumping her head on the ceiling, and couldn’t sit down on most chairs without snapping them like twigs. Yet somehow she managed to continue a somewhat ordinary life, going to classes, hanging out with her friends, and spending time being catered to by him.

“What brought this on all of a sudden?” He said, putting down another bag of chips near the coffee table in front of the TV.



“All of a sudden?” Uzaki exclaimed, her entire flabby body wobbling as she gasped in indignation. “Senpai, it’s summer! Summer means beaches! Waves! Swimsuits! Your adorable girlfriend in a swimsuit! You in a swimsuit! Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it even once since summer arrived!”

“Well, of course I’ve thought of it.” Sakurai said as she lumbered to her feet, drawing up to her full size. “But…”



“But…?” Uzaki leaned down until she was head height with him and had her smug fat face close to his, her massive bulging sagging gut pressing down onto the ground as if poured from a fountain. She was wearing her favourite sugoi dekai shirt as always, which she somehow managed to keep getting in her size, but she proceeded to outgrow it so quickly that her belly was typically always hanging out and sagging down to her knees. Even leaned over, she was a wall of flesh, and more than once she had simply stood in front of his doorway to stop him from escaping without giving her what she wanted. Not that she needed to, as her strength had increased to the point that she could simply hold his hand and he’d never be able to break her grip. If there was any consolation, it was that she moved exactly as slowly as you’d expect a mountain of lard to, and if he could slip past her she had no hope of catching him.

“But what, senpai?” She asked him again. “You don’t think I’m a summer gal, despite this rockin’ beach bod?”

Uzaki stood up straight, posing like a pin-up model with her arms raised and held behind her back. Her biceps were like marshmallows, big wobbly tubes that sagged under gravity and could barely perform this feat of basic flexibility, buffeting her head with their softness. Her breasts, big as they were as the crown jewel of her trifecta of boobs, butt, and belly, didn’t exactly fit the modelling standard. Far too heavy to have even the slightest amount of perkiness and each one as big as Sakurai’s torso, her bra and shirt worked overtime to stop them from sagging to the sides of her belly, instead resting atop that shelf of flab in an almost natural state of self-sustainment. He thought she was cocking her hips out to one side, but it was impossible to tell with those hips and thighs, each leg as broad as the burliest bodybuilder at her father’s gym, and put together she was almost as long as he was tall were to lay flat in front of her for comparison. If he laid behind her, you would be impressed at how much of him was obscured just by the fat piled onto her calves.



Uzaki’s endless confidence wouldn’t change, no matter how big or small she was, at least when it came to prodding and pestering him. If anything it was annoying that she had roughly the same attitude as when she was pint-sized.

“But,” he said again for emphasis. “Do you actually have a swimsuit that fits, Uzaki?”



“Of course I do! Who do you think I am?” She said, straightening her back. Unfortunately for her, he could tell that she was avoiding eye contact, as she was a terrible liar.

“Do you actually?” He pressed her.



“I’ve got my old one! It’s still good to go! Oh, and there was that new one I bought a few months ago!” Uzaki said unconvincingly.

“Just make sure that you have a new one ready to go by the time we leave, okay? Is two days enough?

“More than enough!” She said happily, humming to herself for a moment before munching on the chips he’d brought her. Sakurai on the other hand, was slightly less excited for their trip. It wasn’t like he was opposed to going to the beach, or that he didn’t mind the idea of seeing his fertility goddess of a girlfriend in a swimsuit. It was that actually getting there in the first place seemed like it was going to be a real ordeal, one that Uzaki herself would completely underestimate and leave him to bail her out of. And then he’d forgive her for it, inevitably. Hell, maybe he was looking forward to this trip to the beach…

–

“Alright, have you got everything?” Sakurai asked two days later on the morning of their departure. Uzaki saluted, her wing-like biceps shaking from the swift motion. On her head she had a large sunhat, a respectably-fitting hoodie that her belly only poked a little out of, and short-shorts that she’d somehow tucked most of her belly fat into.

“Sunscreen, check! Sunglasses, check!” She listed things off from the huge picnic basket slung under her non-saluting arm. “Lunch, check! Second lunch, check! Third lunch, check! Fourth-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Sakurai raised his hand for her to stop. “How about your swimsuits?”



“Are you implying that I need more than one, senpai?” Uzaki said cheekily. “Or perhaps you got so excited at the idea of seeing me in a swimsuit that you couldn’t bear to have me wear just one? You perve.”



“You’d bet I’m prepared for things to go wrong.” He crossed his arms sternly. “Now, are you wearing it under your top right now?”



“No, I wanted you to be the first one to see it.” She smiled smugly. “I was going to put it on here before we leave, I’ll just wear them under my clothes until we get there.”



Sakurai helped her take her hoodie off, getting clothes onto or off of her a slow process when it didn’t involve her bursting out of them, as they’d found. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of logistics that went into a relationship with an absurdly heavy girl, tall or not. Once it was over her head he found that she hadn’t even bothered with a bra, their natural sag causing them to rest to the sides of her belly rather than the idealised perky shape they’d had before her weight gain. Well, this was nice too, in a way.

“Need any help getting your swimsuit on?” He asked, giving her some privacy as she got her shorts off.



“No need!” she called back, hearing her rummage through her bag for her so-called first swimsuit. “Alright, feast your eyes!”



He turned back to see Uzaki posing in a bikini he recognised as one she had worn back when she was skinny, now positively obscenely undersized, only just barely covering her puffy nipples, the triangles digging deep into her skin as the bangs looked like tiny strings pulled so tight it was a miracle she’d managed to wear it in the first place. He assumed that she was wearing bottoms, as you couldn’t tell with her belly in the way, but a keen eye could spot the strings on that around her hips.

“Like what you see, senpai?” She gloated at his incredulous face, even though the only way he was impressed was in that she had managed to get it on in the first place.

“Uzaki, you’ll get arrested if you wear that outside!” He pointed out.



“It’ll be fine! I’ve seen worse at the beach. “ She waved him aside, shaking her chest to show off. Her boobs were raised far more than in her regular bras, with how tiny it was relative to her immense chest. It was hard to believe that this bikini was made for the bustiest girl he’d ever seen in his life, now looking like if you’d tried to stick an A-cup bikini on her back in the day. Maybe it technically fit, but it clearly just wasn’t working! It looked more like a string bikini, and one on the verge of giving up.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere in that.” He stood firm.

“Listen senpai,” Uzaki started, but never had time to finish as no sooner had she taken one step forward to waddle towards him did all four strings on her bikini top and bottoms snapped simultaneously, the basic act of movement far too much for them to handle. She was left completely naked as they slid to the ground with an undignified but just barely audible thud.

“Haha, did I get you, senpai?” Uzaki attempted to play it cool. Sakurai wasn’t having any of it.

“Next!”

Sakurai thought she’d have had her second choice on in a flash, but after a while all he heard was slight grunting from her.

“Are you having trouble getting it on?” He asked, turning around to see Uzaki hard at work with a much more generously sized but still rather inadequate two-piece swimsuit made up of a less revealing bikini and bottoms that were closer to shorts, although that impression might have just been because they were so huge in order to wrap around her hips.

“No, I’ve almost got it, just give me a second…” She said, appearing to be attempting to cram her belly into the fabric. “I want you to be able to see this from the front! Come on, get in! I only bought this thing three months ago, specifically for this! I haven’t even worn it yet!”



The top half also seemed to be struggling even if it was a better fit than the first, a testament to her constant weight gain that the top had been rendered obsolete. Eventually Uzaki stood upright with a self-satisfied smile, having succeeded somehow in fitting as much of her belly into the bottoms as possible, giving her a rather strange apple shape as her belly was propped up.

“Alright, now I’m ready to go!” She declared, and took one cautious step forward before pausing. She let out a sigh of relief, then took another step, and then instantly heard a large tearing sound from both top and bottom.

Senpai was not impressed.



“Next!”



“Alright, let’s just get my stuff back on and go already.” Uzaki pouted, wearing the white backless one-piece swimsuit she’d bought as an emergency measure the day before. She could comfortably sit her whole gut and breasts into it without worry, but it was so plain! She’d really wanted to show off and wear a bikini, but it seemed it just wasn’t in the cards. She knew she shouldn’t have played it safe, and also gotten that sexy swimsuit she had her eye on that was just a little too small for her!

“I like this one! It’s nice and respectable and looks sturdy.” He said happily, Uzaki giving him a withering look that said that this was not what a girl wanted to hear from her boyfriend when it came to praising her swimsuit.

“Let’s just get to the car already.” She grumbled, tugging the hem of her hoodie down and planting her sunhat back onto her head.

“Car?” Sakurai asked. “Uzaki, I didn’t hire a car or anything.”



“I didn’t think you would.” Uzaki said, taking him by the hand and tugging him to the elevator, of which she was starting to test the weight limit. “Therefore, I took matters into my own hands for our big day!”



“How the hell did you convince Asai to lend you their car?” Sakurai asked, shaking his head as Uzaki slapped the hood, having dragged him directly out to the modest automobile.

“They were surprisingly receptive.” Uzaki explained. “They said that they were happy to lend it, since it’d be really funny. What do you think they mean by that?”



“Don’t play dumb, you little brat.” He rubbed his tired eyes in exasperation.



“Hey now, I’m a big brat. “ She corrected him.

“Whatever! You can’t possibly believe you’ll fit into this, do you?” He said incredulously.

“I bet I can make it work. And you never know until you try!” Uzaki said enthusiastically. “I bet I won’t even need your help, senpai!”



A few minutes later, Uzaki was grunting and groaning, her mountainous ass sticking out of the backseat passenger side door, wriggling fruitlessly.

“Are you ready to give up yet?” He asked, hands on his hips. “Just so you know, I’m not helping you with this idiocy.”



“I can make it, senpai, I can make it!” She cried desperately. “I finally got my front in, the rest is just a matter of positioning!”



“I don’t think you could fit even if you curled into a ball, you’re too tall!” he pointed out, getting just half of her into it resulting in her head nearly hitting the door on the other side.

“We’ll worry about that once I’m inside!” She said, starting to turn herself sideways. “I think it’s working, senpai!”

Uzaki certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, he thought to himself as he watched her manage to turn herself sideways and just barely squeeze her malleable hips in. Then, with supreme effort and several minutes of wriggling, she’d somehow managed to fit all of herself inside, just as she’d said she would

“See, I told you I’d fit!” She said triumphantly, huffing and puffing as she made an utterly ridiculous sight, jammed in sideways with one breast on the floor beneath the seat and another on top for lack of space to keep both underneath. If he’d been able to see her face, he’d see that one of her flabby cheeks was pressed flat against the floor and she couldn’t see anything at all, and didn’t want to try to raise her head for fear of ruining the hole arrangement. “Now, close the door and let’s get going!”

“Just so you know, Uzaki,” He said, wondering if he could actually close the door, even with her legs as folded as possible. “Putting aside the fact that I’d be committing a crime by driving with you like that, I’d just like you to be aware that the entire back half of the car is currently pressed against the road. I think the engine would explode before we got there, after grinding it like that, if this thing even moves.”

Uzaki was silent for a while as the situation she’d gotten herself into began to sink in. The car itself was a ridiculous sight, the suspension completely overwhelmed as the back half of the car lurched downwards.

“Fine, senpai, have it your way.” She eventually said. “But you’re the one who has to get me out of here…”

–

“Now I don’t want to hear any complaints that we didn’t have enough time at the beach after all that.” Sakurai said like he was a babysitter for his awe-inspiring girlfriend

“Listen, we’d never have known if we hadn’t tried.” She said, having recovered her composure after being mostly quiet on the way to the train station, where not even her weight could stop the mighty vehicles. As usual she was turning heads, the crowd parted around her as if fearing being knocked aside by her mighty steps. They barely noticed the tall yet comparatively tiny young man holding her hand, although nobody could be blamed for finding him to be completely obscured by her from the other side. Uzaki didn’t care, if anything she drank in the attention. You needed a personality as big as her body to live like this, after all. “Don’t tell me you weren’t wondering too.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sakurai felt like he’d had a number of victories already on this day trip.

“Aah, there goes the romanticism of our summer.” She crossed her arms, pressing into her chest as it took all of her arm length just to wrap around them. “A fast car on the highway, surf rock on the radio, the wind in our hair…”

“It wasn’t even a convertible.” he said as the train arrived, Uzaki just barely able to fit through the doors without getting stuck. It was a good thing that most of the other passengers were too meek to sit near her, as she planted her fat ass down on a bench intended to fit at least six people and, by the time her fat was finished flattening and spreading out, left barely enough space for Sakurai to sit next to her. Even then, his leg was firmly pressed against the overflowing thigh-flab as she dug into her picnic basket for a quick snack…

–

“Despite some minor hitches, we made it!” Uzaki celebrated, her feet hitting the sand with a heavy thud as they scoped out a place to set up their towels. “What do you want to do first, senpai?”



“Go for a swim, I guess.” He picked the uncreative but obvious first choice as he pointed over to where the two would pitch their camp. Also unsurprisingly, half the beach had turned to gape at Uzaki, the gargantuan woman pulling her hoodie over her head to reveal her fat jiggling in its swimsuit, plenty of pale cleavage on display with her cup size being more than half the beach’s combined. She shook, bounced, wobbled, any yet term used to describe the motion of her body seemed inadequate when faced with the sheer immensity of it. Slender yet busty women found themselves strangely inadequate in their bikinis, tall men felt their pride stung by the scale of the woman, and chunky women no longer felt insecure to be showing off their bodies in their swimsuits in the face of the confidence she exuded.

“Wrong! You’re putting my sunscreen on first.” She corrected him, unfurling her extra long and extra wide towel. It felt more like a blanket she’d thrown onto the sand, making him look comically puny next to it. “I’ve got delicate skin and a lot to cover, after all.”



“Good point.” He said. Being near somebody as big as Uzaki meant he needed to be reminded of the small things every now and then. He himself took off his shirt, the two making an odd couple between the muscular young man and his intensely overweight girlfriend. Uzaki quietly enjoyed it from her vantage point, her enjoyment of her own fat doing nothing to affect her enjoyment of the manservice on display.

“Hold this for a second for me.” Uzaki said, holding out the picnic basket so she could focus on taking off her footwear. She let go of the handle as soon as he closed his hand around it, nearly wrenching it out of its socket as it dropped like a rock, feeling like she’d just handed him a fifty pound weight. He lurched, just barely managing to stop the basket from hitting the sand and feeling like he’d almost blown out his back in the process.

“What’s the matter, senpai? Can’t even lift a few sandwiches?” Uzaki teased, always eager to remind him that her natural strength from her size and carrying her weight exceeded what he could achieve pumping iron day after day. He supposed that if he had to lift almost a thousand pounds every time he moved, he’d be incredibly strong too.

Holding the basket she had carried like it was nothing with two hands, he held it up as she searched through the huge pile of sandwiches and other food she’d brought for the sunscreen, letting him gasp in relief as he let the basket hit the sand.

Uzaki laid down flat on her belly, Sakurai watching her fat flatten and spread out beneath her, almost expecting her to create some sort of crater in the sand just by laying down. She kicked her feet slightly, clearly looking forward to it.

He started from her calves, working his way up as his hands couldn’t cover the back half of even those, requiring him to make broad, sweeping strokes to make sure he got everything. His task grew exponentially larger once he made it past the knees, his hands sinking in with even the slightest amount of pressure. It was hard to resist the urge to dig his hands in, to knead her doughy body, and the temptations only grew larger as his hands went up the slope of her seemingly unending ass. Multiple minutes were devoted to sliding his palms around it, like a sculptor making sure that every inch was personally inspected. Her back, while flabby, ended up being the fastest and easiest part to do, merely a matter of applying it normally with only a touch of the eroticism of feeling up her plush body.

“Are you sure you got everywhere, senpai?” She said, her face flushed slightly as he could just barely make her out past the height of her chest.



“Your swimsuit saved me a lot of time. You can do your shoulders yourself, right?” He said, and she looked annoyed once again at how much skin it was covering. She could only imagine how much groping she could have gotten him to do if her old bikini had survived…

–

“Hey, Uzaki, don’t go out too far.” Sakurai called as the two waded deeper into the water, Uzaki unimpressed by how the shallows barely went past her knees, when she’d have been practically chest deep prior to her obesity.

“What do you mean? It’s still shallow.” She said, barely up to her navel.

“For you, maybe!” He pointed out, now having to tread water to avoid his head going under.

“Geez senpai, you’re such a shorty.” She laughed. While she wasn’t actually twice as tall as him, she may as well have been, and easily plucked him out of the water with one hand. Just to show off, she lifted him out of the water entirely, only deep enough for the top slope of her belly to be just barely submerged, most of the chest of her swimsuit still dry. After smugly grinning at him for a few seconds she let go, sending him tumbling down with a big splash.

“Agh! Cold!” She spluttered as she got drenched by his impact, although she was able to fix her expression by the time he resurfaced.



“No matter how tall you get, I won’t forget how you used to barely come up to here.” He bantered once he was back upright, holding up her hand to the middle of his chest as if he was asserting dominance over a child.

“Then I’ll just have to get even bigger!” Uzaki pouted.

“Don’t even think about it. Even you have to realise that your size is seriously getting out of hand, right?” Sakurai said. “You can barely fit into most buildings, I have to get you unstuck from doorways every other day, and your weight is…”



Sakurai paused. It wasn’t very polite to call a lady a total landwhale who couldn’t sit on most furniture without breaking it, even if it was nothing but the simple truth and something she would probably be happy to be described as, because it emphasised her bigness.

“...anyway, most places just aren’t built for people as big as you!” Sakurai readjusted his statement. “I don’t mind it, but you’re going to start having serious problems soon if you don’t either lose weight or stop gaining it.”

“If you don’t mind it, then that’s good enough for me.” She smiled, and he couldn’t say no to that. It looked like they’d just have to cross that bridge when it came. He wondered what it’d be like if he could manage to pull her out of her hedonistic lifestyle long enough for her to lose all of that weight. He’d certainly miss the moving mattress that was Uzaki, but the idea of his huge, powerful girlfriend slowly shrinking back down into a fun-sized shortstack who couldn’t pick on him (or pick him up, for that matter) anymore was an intoxicating idea. At least until he realised that she picked on him no matter what her height was, and that this wasn’t a power dynamic he could really win. Still, he’d have an advantage!

–

“You know, I always felt like this was a waste of watermelon.” Sakurai said as he placed down the watermelon they had purchased for a game of watermelon splitting. Uzaki had insisted that she wanted to do it, and was happily brandishing a stick and taking some experimental swings like a batter warming up. “When I did it I always hit it too hard and got sand over half of it.”

“That’s just because you don’t break it right, senpai.” Uzaki happily explained to him. “I’ll give you a perfect split down the middle, just watch!”

“If you can hit it in the first place.” He challenged her, stepping behind her ready to put the blindfold on her. Then, he paused.

“Come on senpai, hurry up! My swinging arm is getting itchy!” She said, eventually manoeuvring her body like a tank slowly sweeping around to face him.

“I can’t reach.” He lamely admitted. A few minutes of being laughed at later she had agreed to bend over and let him tie it, and he’d backed off, suddenly rather aware of her potential range. A blindfolded Uzaki armed with a big stick was an intimidating sight, particularly when she was stumbling around trying to find it.

“I’m gonna get it first try!” She declared, confidently deciding on a spot. “Right here!”



She took a mighty swing, bringing the stick down with an incredible thump as she struck sand. Sakurai’s eyes bulged as he realised the sheer force with which she had brought it down, and just how far off she was after stumbling around with those long legs of hers.

“Uzaki, don’t move! I mean, you can still move, but just rotate!” He called as soon as she was within range of the watermelon. “If you hit somebody like that I think they’ll actually die! Seriously!”



Uzaki took a few more unsuccessful swings, getting increasingly frustrated with her miss rate until finally she brought the stick down on the watermelon, directly in the middle as she had promised six to eight failed attempts earlier. Rather than split cleanly down the middle the watermelon practically exploded from the force, splattering in every direction except Uzaki’s. The husk flew out like shrapnel, Sakurai wondering if he should have ducked and covered, covered in bits of watermelon.

“Senpai, did I get it? I hit something!” She said excitedly, while he looked quite miserable covered in juices and bits of watermelon.

“Uzaki, I’m just gonna go for another quick dip…”

–

“Alright, I think I got everything.” Sakurai said, applying Uzaki’s second layer of sunscreen for the day as she prepared to do some sunbathing. For as big and boisterous as she was, her stamina was ultimately fairly low, and there was only so much excitement she could handle before she started wanting to laze around.



“You’d better have, I don’t want a big sunburn by the end of this.” Uzaki said, but then surprised him. “Alright senpai, your turn now!”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What do you think? Let me do your back.” She said, commanding him to move his towel over to right next to hers. Put side to side, Sakurai found it surprisingly relaxing to have his back rubbed down by Uzaki’s soft hands, even if he hadn’t heard of many guys letting their girlfriends do this for them.

“Stay next to me.” She said, without much of her usual smug tone. He complied, enjoying the sound of the surf and wind as they simply laid there together, enjoying the weather. It perhaps wasn’t the most exciting part of the trip, but perhaps it might end up being the most memorable. It cemented itself as something to remember her before he could react, she suddenly flopped over him, completely covering his back  with her body.

“Uzaki, w-what are you doing?” He gasped, her immense weight pinning him down.

“That’s for making me have to do my chest and shoulders earlier.” She said in a sleepy tone. “You know senpai, you make a good pillow.”



“Here I thought it’d be the other way around.” Came his slightly muffled reply.

“Well, if you enjoy it so much…” she said, shuffling further over until he was well and truly smothered by her. Thankfully his head was out enough that he wasn’t being choked, but he seriously couldn’t move. He was being completely en He decided to let it slide for a while, figuring that if he complained, Uzaki would just double down. Plus, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t comfortable.

He let her lay on him for a while to let her get it out of his system, but started being concerned when she wasn’t moving.

“Okay Uzaki, you made your point.” He wheezed quietly, only to realise that he recognised the gentle breathing from Uzaki, something he’d heard many times with her in bed with him. “Hey, don’t tell me you fell asleep!”

This was bad, he thought as he unsuccessfully tried to wriggle out, realising he was almost completely covered and thus completely pinned down. Uzaki was a heavy sleeper, and he couldn’t make much noise if he wanted to from this position. After twenty minutes, he began to realise that he might seriously be stuck here until she woke up.

At least she couldn’t take too long to wake up, right, he thought to himself? Right?

–

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” Uzaki moaned with each step back to the train station, her hoodie rubbing against her back in a way that made the pain inescapable. “Senpai, how could you let your girlfriend get sunburned like this? My entire back is on fire!”



“Then you shouldn’t have fallen asleep on me! I must have been under there for at least two hours!” He said for the fifth time, Uzaki looping her complaint as if she complained hard enough, the sunburn would go away.

“And you should have done a better job with the sunscreen!”

“I did a great job! You just slept until sundown! It doesn't last forever, you know!”

The two bickered while they waited for the train to arrive, the station mostly empty by the time they had arrived. The only upside of being buried was that most people passing by didn’t even realise he was there, and he hoped that there weren’t too many photos of his predicament circulating around the internet by now.

“Okay, at least it’s not moving around anymore… It’s not that bad as long as I don’t move my back.” Uzaki breathed heavily in relief as she sat down on the seat, taking up as much space as always. Normally the two would have felt small, being one of the only people on the train and one of the only two in the carriage, but it was impossible for Uzaki to feel small in any situation.

“I’ll see if we can put something on it when we get back.” Sakurai murmured sleepily. Being stuck under her had been comfortable but not actually relaxing, and he’d been quite worn out by the end of it. He found himself, leaning against her shoulder, thankfully in a part that wasn’t sunburnt. Uzaki smiled gently and let him lean into her softness, enjoying this quiet moment on the train too much. Until the train arrived at their stop, it would be just the two of them, and nobody else.

However, with the occasional bump on the train, she couldn't help but ruin the situation a little by giving him a warning.

“Sorry senpai, if you’re hoping for any action once we get home. This seriously hurts too much, even if you’re on the bottom…”