Takuma was looking at Mii with love struck eyes; well actually, he was only looking at her breasts with love. The young boy might have been a few years away from puberty, but his love for big bouncy boobs was causing his under developed libido to waken. Something about the green haired Goddess made every full-blooded man crazy with lust for the Goddesses heavenly body. It wasn’t just her breasts that attracted Takuma to Mii (Although they were a big part of it). Her silky thighs and rounded butt and almost childlike look of innocence in her eyes, made the bombshell Goddess the ultimate sex symbol. Takuma didn’t care if he remained smaller then a mouse, as long as he was beside Mii, he could be microscopic for all he cares. So caught up was he in admiring the to him giant Goddess. That he never noticed his classmate talking with Mii.
“So are you going to tell him your identity?” Nami asked curiously.
“I think I’ll remain as the bouncy love Goddess for a little bit longer.”
“This has nothing to do with the fact that Takuma could lose a bit of his hero worship if he found out his big breasted Goddess was actually a schoolmate?” Mii blushed and looked at her palm where Takuma was standing. His attention was focused on her knockers completely causing him to miss the exchange between her and Nami. What Nami said was kind of true, being seen as soon almighty super being to Takuma was a great feeling. If he ever found out that she was just normal, everyday Natsumi, his worshiping might stop. Natsumi would just have to remain Mii for as long as Takuma was with her.
“Lets go to my house,” Mii said curtly. Not wanting people to see her, Mii and Nami jogged all the way home with out anyone seeing them. When they were a lock from the house, Mii came to an abrupt stop.
“What is it?” Nami asked taking the time to catch her breath. She could never understand how Mii could move so fast with her huge boobs bouncing up and down like jelly. It was a surprise that the two huge melons didn’t smack her in the face when she ran.
“I can’t let you-know-who see where I live.” Mii was pointing to Takuma in her hand. He had been holding onto Mii’s index finger while she ran so he could keep his eyes on the bouncing bundles of joy on Mii’s chest.
“Then hid him in your cleavage?” Nami suggested.
“Too bouncy, he’d fall out after taking one step.”
“Then put him back in your thong? He spent some time in there earlier so we know he’ll be safe.”
“Great idea,” Mii smiled. Using one hand to pull the waistband of her thing out, she dropped Takuma right between her still drying mounds. Takuma landed in the forest of green pubic hair and smiled at seeing the familiar plump pussy of his giant Goddess. He curled into the fetal position and enjoyed the warmth and security of his panty prison. With Takuma secure, Mii and Nami rushed home in under a minute. When they got to the house, Mii cracked the door open and looked inside. She sighed in relief when she saw her father’s shoes weren’t at the entrance. He wasn’t in so Nami and her had full run of the house. Mii didn’t have any shoes so she just waltzed into the house and headed to the living room. She collapsed into the couch and leaned back. Who would think that being a giant Goddess and having an orgy in the middle of down town could be so tiring.