22:00, a night with full moon without clouds, a shadow appears to stop in the corridor of the dormitory leading to 6 rooms. "It's not light as a machine, and the pipes are really bulky..." murmured Yuriko as she slowly opened Komoe's room which is the first door on the left.
She enters by leaving the door ajar, puts the machine near the bed, and goes to the window to open the curtain, enough so that it is a little light at the level of the machine by taking care to avoid the cookbooks posed a little everywhere, globally the room is well arranged but bras of different sizes are posed randomly "We could make a museum of the evolution" she says to herself by holding back laughter.
Yuriko looks at Komoe in the bed, which was with her back to her; lying on her side, the right arm under the pillow and the other on her chest of 111cm L cup (43L), the sheet arrived to her half of the body, dressed in a pink pajamas with sheep, a bottom resembling a trouser and the top, a blouse that struggles to contain the imposing pair of breasts. Yuriko could not reach the nipples, so she sat at the corner of the bed to wait for Komoe to change position. Minutes seemed like hours, glancing at the huge chest that finally turned over on its back; the left arm violently touched the mattress accompanied by the two huge breasts that wiggled in all its making the buttons go away one after the other until the last survivor let go, leaving the knockers free.
Yuriko checked the pipes, lifted her very large light pink t-shirt - so large that it made her a robe - to place the two funnels of the blue pipe on her 73cm B-cup (28B) chest and started to place the other one on Komoe's chest doing everything not to wake her up... her heart is beating wildly imagining herself already with a gigantic pair of breasts in front of all the other flat girls "Soon, they will be mine" she thought.
Everything is in place, Yuriko has the blue funnels and Komoe the red ones. She turns on the switch and realizes she had no idea how loud the machine was, she closes her eyes through clenched teeth and... it was silent, just a pump noise that inflates and deflates barely audible. Then...
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