A Dream Come True part 1

Ryobi had tried everything.

Pinching them.

Massaging them.

Doing push-ups until her arms were about to fall off.

Taking extra-long baths, hoping osmosis was a thing.

Experimenting with creams, pills and herbal supplements galore.

Drinking gallons of milk every week.

Consuming lots and lots of protein (no, not that kind, sicko!)

But her chest simply refused to grow any bigger.

It was a special kind of hell, being one of a sparse few immune to whatever was in this town's water that made girls' breasts become massive.

Ryobi had to look at her twin sister's enormous rack every day, and their older sister was no slouch either back when she was still alive. Clearly the genes for success were somewhere in her family, so it was ridiculously unfair that she was the only one of her siblings not to inherit them.

There was always surgery, but that was a line Ryobi was simply not willing to cross. Using shinobi transformations to buff herself up was one thing, but if she were to accept artificial implants in her normal form, it would be like admitting to herself that she would never be able to grow a beautiful motherly bosom on her own.

No, for the sake of her pride, even if it took every hormone or old wife's tale under the sun, she would find a way to grow them legitimately.

But with treatment after treatment failing to produce results, Ryobi felt despair and desperation setting in all the more. She began looking into more and more outlandish solutions.

Today, just such a one presented itself to her.

A local shrine.

The attendants claim that around this time of year, an ancient fertility goddess blesses those who come to visit the shrine, and one who donates to it and receives a lucky lot will have their fondest wish come true.

Superstitious mumbo-jumbo or not, it's not like Ryobi had anything to lose.

At the risk of embarrassing herself, she decided to ask her friends from Hebijo if they wanted to come along and make a wish with her. Surprisingly enough, the entire elite squad agreed to join her. Even Murasaki, who would normally never be caught dead going outside if she could avoid it.

 

So, on a day when the group was all free, the five girls made the trek to the shrine in question.

It was a rickety old place, but the attendants did their job in keeping it presentable. The Hebijo elites were shown to the main altar and donations box, where they each took turns leaving a small offering.

Well, "small" in the case of everyone but Ryobi. That Yomi girl from the renegade squad would have an aneurism if she saw how much money Ryobi left in that box.

But Ryobi didn't care. She would bribe the goddess with however much it took to get results. Besides, she would have only spent that money on other "get busty quick" schemes otherwise.

When Ryobi's turn comes, she clasps her hands and prays with all her might. "Please, give me a bigger chest! That's all I want!"

She eventually stands up and walks out the side entrance, making sure to take a lot with her.

"So what did you all get?" Ryobi asks the other girls once they get outside. "Or do you not feel like sharing?"

"Haauuu~!" Ryouna yells. "Mine says 'Bad luck and extreme misfortune will infest your pathetic soul for all eternity!' YAAAY! I hope it hurts! Ryouna's been a bad girl! The goddess is going to fill my filthy body with divine wrath!"

While Ryouna squeals with joy, the other girls shake their heads and shrug. Only Ryouna would see a fortune like that as a good thing...

Imu reads hers next. 'Your devotion will soon be tested, but perseverance will be rewarded.' Imu looks to Miyabi and immediately begins to blush. Miyabi seems to be oblivious, but the other girls can read the glasses-wearing girl like a book. They all pray for their leader's sanity.

Murasaki goes next. "Umm... 'Health and good fortune await you. Your development is not yet finished.' Oh gosh..."

'Just perfect...' Ryobi thinks to herself. 'Of course the tit goddess's favorite would get a good fortune...'

Next up is Miyabi's turn. "Huh. 'Misfortune often disguises fortune. Your dream will come true, so be not discouraged.' Weird."

Lastly, Ryobi opens hers. "'Fortune often disguises misfortune. Your dream will come true, but be not overconfident.' So the opposite of yours, Miyabi?"

The two girls look at their fortunes again, wondering if they are somehow connected.

It's getting late, so the girls eventually return home and turn in for the night, thinking nothing more of today's events.

That is, aside from Ryobi, who spends most of the night unable to rest, hoping beyond all hope that her wish will come true.

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When Ryobi at last awakes, she feels the lingering effects of that sleepless night on her in the form of a heavy weight on her chest.

With a groan she tries to sit up, but finds that she is encountering more resistance than usual.

A draft passes over Ryobi's stomach and she shivers. Her nightie must have gotten hiked up during all the tossing and turning she did. She reaches down to pull it back over herself.

Only to find that she can't.

She tugs, but the silk simply tugs back at her body and won't go much lower than her belly button.

'This is odd,' Ryobi thinks to herself. 'Are my clothes shrinking?'

And then her sight comes into focus.

Looking down the length of her body, Ryobi finds her vision obscured by the source of the weight: two massive fleshy lumps sitting atop her chest, barely contained within her nightie.

"Great..." Ryobi says out loud. "Did I go to bed while transformed again?"

While she admits that she has used the extra... boon... granted by her transformation for some... personal matters... before, something is wrong this time. She is positive that she did no such thing last night.

Just to be sure, Ryobi brings her hands together and weaves a familiar set of hand signs, channeling her energy and finishing with the sign for 'release.'

Nothing happens.

Ryobi is starting to grow concerned as she tries again. Sure, it's early in the morning, but she has used this technique countless times. The means of entering and exiting her transformed state are more natural to her than breathing. It's laughable to think that she forgot how to do it.

Just as a test, Ryobi weaves the set of hand signs to transform, and with a puff of smoke, finds herself clothed in her red, black and white hunting gear.

"No way..." Ryobi says softly before undoing the transformation. But when she returns to her nightie, her chest is still large. Not quite as huge as while transformed, but still present and of an impressive size nonetheless.

Ryobi reaches under her nightie up to her breasts and gives one a pinch. "A-Ah..." she winces.

There was no question. However it may have happened, this wasn't a dream, and they were real.

They were real.

Ryobi quickly leaps out of bed but pitches forward from the momentum. It will take some getting used to, being suddenly more top-heavy in her normal form. However, Ryobi doesn't care in the slightest at the moment, she is so ecstatic.

She runs over to her bedroom mirror and admires herself in it. She turns to the side and puffs out her chest, watching the now-tiny-looking nightie billow around her midriff. She strikes several more poses, each one accentuating her gorgeous new assets.

For closure's sake, Ryobi pulls her nightie over her head and takes out a tape measure. What new number would she be able to proudly write down in her ongoing journal of breast progress?

As the tape measure comes full circle, Ryobi's smile widens even more as she sees the 90 cm mark protrude from underneath the overlap.

Ryobi's stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies. She can no longer contain herself as she jumps for joy while shouting "They're real! They're real! They're big and they're beautiful and they're real and they're ALL MINE!!!"

Even when she stops yelling, however, Ryobi can't stop bouncing. These heavy, sensitive lumps of hers jiggling about like this... It feels too good... Sure, it's nothing she hasn't done while in her transformed state from time to time, but the sheer novelty of having these while untransformed combined with the joy overfilling her heart right now is too good to pass up.

'Well, may as well break these babies in' Ryobi thinks to herself as she cups herself with one hand while the other starts to drift south. Nobody could blame her for wanting to play with her new toys.

 

Over 2 hours later, Ryobi finally leaves her room, sweaty and panting, ready to start the day.

Since her shinobi transformation comes with its own costume, Ryobi does not own many other clothes that can accommodate her massive bosom.

This works for her, though, since she has every intention of showing off her goods to the world today. What better way to emphasize them than by wearing tops that are several sizes too small?

On her way down the hallway, she bumps into Ryouna.

"Oh! Sister!" Ryouna remarks happily. "You're transformed already? Are you going to abuse me this early in the morning? Do you want to use me for target practice? Do you want to stick your rifle up my ass and pull the trigger? Oh PLEASE tell me you will!"

"You know, I'm not really feeling it today, Ryouna," Ryobi responds, much to the poor masochist's dismay.

"Aww! Don't be like that!" Ryouna begs with her signature :3 smile.

"I'm serious," Ryobi replies. "And another thing, I'm not transformed right now."

Ryouna suddenly breaks character. "Sis, I'm worried about you. I know you're sensitive about your chest, but shinobi transformations are temporary things. You can't go around like that all the time. It's just not healthy to believe that that's the real you."

"No, look!" Ryobi takes her sister's hand excitedly and brings it to her chest. "Feel the difference! They're real!"

Ryouna lightly prods at her sister's boobs and gives them a squeeze. "Wow! That's amazing! What did you do, sis?"

"I wish I knew! They just grew this big overnight! I think that silly fortune was right! My wish came true!" Ryobi can hardly keep the tears down.

"That's wonderful, sis!" Ryouna says, giving her sister a hug. But then she adds with a smug little smirk "But they're not as big as mine~ Does that make you mad? Huh? Huh?"

"Strangely enough, no," Ryobi responds. "They're just as big as Miyabi's and some of the elites from the other schools. Nobody can look down on me now, even if I'm not as big as ol' NEET Teats. That's all I could ever ask for. So I'm not angry at all. In fact, I think I'm the happiest I've ever been!"

With that, Ryobi struts down the hallway to make herself some breakfast.

Ryouna, on the other hand, is on the verge of crying. "So you're not going to bully me? Sister? Come back~!"

With that, she collapses to the floor in a dramatic heap. "Is this what the fortune meant by bad luck and misfortune? That nobody's going to abuse me today? This hurts, but not in a good way! This is the worst bullying ever~!" she sobs.