Intro RM+, The deal

Sakura and Nissa sat side-by-side on the spacious couch in Sakura’s apartment. The two women were locked in motion sensitive mortal combat with Wiimotes flinging wildly in the air like the thrust of sabers. Both women’s large busts bounced and swayed side-to-side as they fought to win supremacy with every ounce of over exaggerated fluidity. Sakura laughed playfully and bumped shoulders with the peach haired girl standing next to her, trying to derail her concentration as the moment of triumph grew nearer. But Nissa would have nothing of it. She was 0-5 so far, and was now completely absorbed with winning at all costs.

“Ooooooooooh! C’mon c’moooooon!” Nissa exclaimed as she leapt from her seat. Fixed between the television and the couch, Nissa instinctually snapped to some strange position akin to a skier preparing to conquer the slopes before her. She thrust her curvaceous butt outward and her gaze was utterly fixed on the television. Her demure brow furrowed into rapt concentration, but her hips wiggled comically from side to side. Nissa seemed completely oblivious to the world around her, despite the fact that the universe at large seemed to be wholly converged on Nissa’s inescapable ass wiggling and swaying every which direction. The fluid animation of Nissa’s pelvis made fixating on anything else entirely impossible. Sakura laughed and laughed to herself as she tried to maintain her gaming focus without giving into the hypnotic hilarity that was her best friend’s behind. It was too late however, and Nissa at the last moment managed to capture victory from the jaws of defeat. She issued a high pitched victory-squeal and leapt into the air jubilantly with her bust joining the celebration and nearly smacking her in the face.

Sakura was a fit of giggles on the couch as Nissa returned to her seat. The blue haired vixen seemed totally unable to recollect herself as she held her stomach trying to suppress the laughter and small tears welled up in both eyes.

“OH MY GOSH MY STOMACH. MY STOMACH! I’M GONNA HAVE ABS IN THE MORNING! OOOoooooOOOOh, SOOOO FUNNY. Oh ha ha ha ha. Nis--Nis--, you should’a seen you…you shoulda--…AHAHAHAHA!”

Nissa simply smiled contentedly at her friend’s enjoyment as she gasped for breath. The heaving of Sakura’s lungs made her heavy breasts thrust into her shirt with wild pulsation, ramping up such momentum that they gained the faint illusion of swelling larger with each breath. Sakura eventually regained herself enough to wipe the tears from her eyes and take normal breaths again. It was at that moment her small button-up shirt decided it was an opportune time to launch a button halfway across the room from its exhaustion trying to contain Sakura’s heaving bust. Sakura resumed laughing even harder at the spectacle and Nissa joined in with her own giggling. By the end of the giggle-fest two more buttons had crashed into the opposite wall—one from Nissa’s dress and another from Sakura’s poor top.

“Ooooooh Nissa” Sakura said airily with a climactic sigh. “We’re two of kind, you know that? And it’s a good thing one of us can sew! Hahaha!”.

Nissa smiled again angelically and gave her friend a spontaneous hug. Two sets of breasts pressed against each other like massive molds of jello. “Bust buddies Kura! Hehe!”.

Sakura laid back and fanned her red face with one hand. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She chirped back to Nissa with her own smile.

It was at that moment that Sakura saw a flash of red hair in the reflection of the TV screen. Not a moment later Mano vaulted the couch and landed square in the middle of Sakura and Nissa.

“HEY JUGGIES!” She yelled excitedly.

Sakura was immediately irked. Whenever Mano began with the “Juggies” greeting, a string of sexual harassment usually followed.

“Yeah, hey Mano…” Sakura replied in a dejected tone as she tried to refocus her attention on the screen. Nissa edged away from Mano as she was never totally comfortable being so close to the perverted red head. Unfortunately Nissa was already at the edge of the couch, and little by little Mano scooted closer with a devious smirk.  Sakura could already tell Mano was playing some stupid game of predator and prey with Nissa and she was getting increasingly angry as she glanced between the TV and Mano harassing the poor girl. Mano was eventually so close that Nissa’s bust pressed into her shoulder. Mano leaned over comically, literally breathing down Nissa’s neck.

“Um..y-y-yes?” Nissa twittered uncomfortably.

Mano said nothing for a moment. Sakura braced for the explosion in the silence of the room as she tried to contain her mounting rage, and in an instant it happened without a word of warning.

“GRAB ASS!” Mano yelled with zeal as Nissa squealed and instantly leaped off the couch. Where Nissa was sitting, Mano’s fingers lay making a crablike pinching motion. Nissa almost jogged in place as she rubbed the burning spot on her behind where Mano has harshly pinched her. Sakura threw her control on the couch and focused a furious gaze on Mano.

“MANO, WHY THE HELL DO YOU DO THAT?!”

Mano shrugged without the slightest loss to her calm demeanor .

“Because I can. It’s just a little fun Kura, geez. Nis is my friend too ya know”.

Sakura’s eyes narrowed with great intent. Nissa backed off from the two timidly, still lightly rubbing her sore ass.

“Oh yeah? Well how about I do THIS because I CAN”.

Sakura grabbed Mano’s arm in one quick movement and stood her up, putting her in an arm lock.

“OW. OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW”. Mano screamed in surprise. “FUCK THAT HURTS! STOP! YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY FREAKING ARM!”

Satisfied justice has been met, Sakura let go of Mano and pushed her back onto the couch where she rubbed her arm and glared back at the busty girl standing above her.

“God Kura…” Mano muttered in a serious tone. “Learn to take a joke…”.

Sakura crossed her arms without the slightest look of remorse.

“A JOKE huh? Harassing guests is your idea of a JOKE? You just think it’s sooooo funny to go around calling us ‘juggies’ and ‘sweaters full of fun’. Well it’s fucking not funny Mano. There’s nothing hilarious about having big BOOBS. JUST GET OVER IT ALREADY. THIS ISN’T HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE”.

Mano turned her nose up and crossed her own arms. When she was in an arguing mood, she was a guiltless, impenetrable fortress. Sakura always got in the most hostile mood over the most silly things as Mano saw it. It wasn’t harassment, it was just friendly play.

“Hrmph, fine. I was going to show you something funny that was in the news paper today, but I guess not”.

Sakura noted that Mano had a newspaper page wrapped under her arm. She rolled her eyes knowing full well it was probably going to poke fun, but decided she had better bite or Mano would resort to more savage tactics.

“Funny like what?” Sakura asked. Nissa cautiously took her seat again next to Mano and curiously eyed the article folded under Mano’s arm.

“Ooooo, is it like a comic? I love funny stuff” Nissa chirped.

Satisfied she had won back the girls attentions, Mano grinned and pulled out the paper, straightening it out with official-like care before clearing her throat.

“Ehem. Health and Fitness 4A. ‘Are you frustrated with a less than full bust?--’”

Sakura’s brow already furrowed.

“—Do you sometimes have trouble finding a bikini that you can fill out? Well look no further than this new product from Japan. Bust-a-Max 777 is proven to promote all natural breast growth—“
At this point Mano was already having trouble suppressing her giggles, and Sakura was getting ready to snatch the paper from her.

“—With…w-with..haha…With Bust-a-Max 777, you can reach D, E, F, even beyond. W-why…why be a FLATTY when you can be A—“

Sakura snatched the paper from Mano’s grip who immediately burst out laughing. Sakura, was not amused.

“Well why don’t you just leave if you’re gonna be like this!” Sakura yelled with fury. Mano laughed and laughed and laughed and tried to stifle back tears that were forming in her eyes. Nissa, looked wholly confused as to what was occurring between the two roommates.

Manos snickered as she looked up at Sakura’s annoyed visage. “AHAHAHAHA…You and juggie #2 should try that stuff out! You could go from F-bombs to Nukes! HAHAHA! ”

Sakura crossed her arms and did her very best to express her fuming frustration that once again Mano had taken advantage of her trust. Mano’s lip furrowed into a pout. She didn’t really intend to make Sakura so angry, and she had apparently made things worse. But it was too late to turn back now.

“Aww c’mon Kura, I was just messing around again. Come on, it’s funny”.

“Oh please, that stuff NEVER works, EVER” Sakura huffed.

“Oh yeah? You would know Ms. Busty”.

“SHUT UP, YOU KNOW I’M NATURAL! It just…HAPPENS!”

“Haha, I think you’re just afraid it DOES work. I mean, you’re practically a magnet for cup-sizes Kura.”

“NO, I’M NOT.  STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT. And NO, it wouldn’t WORK, because it doesn’t WORK”.

A wonderful idea suddenly struck like a match in the part of Mano’s mind devoted to plots of her own entertainment. It was a devilish thought, but one too good for Mano to pass up.

“Oh really? How much do you want to bet it won’t work?”

Sakura considered carefully her next words. Mano was in some kind of scheming mood, and whatever came next was probably going to be some sort of convoluted plot to make everyone’s lives a lot more interesting at the expensive of her own personal sanity.

“What do you mean…” Sakura asked with a rising tone.

“I bet…” Mano began with a giddy grin. “I bet if you and Nissa use that stuff for a week  it’ll work and you two with both be even more jugnormous! I’ll even pay for the stuff. You two gotta apply it twice a day, and if you don’t grow at all, I’ll pay you both 100 bucks”.

“FINE! YOU’RE ON! NISSA AND ME ACCEPT YOUR STUPID BET!” Sakura blurted loudly.

“Wh-wh-what?!” Nissa stuttered in shock. It was not uncommon for Sakura to let her passions take hold and speak for both herself and her friends before anyone got a say in anything. Nissa was about to decline the generous offer when Sakura looked at her with a gaze of trust and confidence that Nissa lacked the voice to betray. So the demure girl simply sighed and let her destiny take its course.

Mano laughed and clapped her hands together. This was going to be a pricey endeavor, but she knew the amusement derived from it would be worth it. She picked up the phone and dialed the number on the newspaper page.

“This….is going to be fascinating…” Mano said to both girls as she put the phone to her ear.

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