HIH: A Chapter 26 (Mostly Full) (Patreon)

(The 95% Complete Chapter 26 of Half Inch High: Alternative. I will try to get 27 out somewhat as fast but I want to work on other projects so it might be slightly longer of a wait)

Chapter 26: Plan

Makoto’s face lit up red. After all that planning and attempts to keep her distance from the club, she was exposed. Biting her lip, she tried her best to ignore Megumi and fall back before Kaede got too far. Something was off, however. As she turned away from Megumi, she felt something was missing. Before she even took a step, Makoto turned back to see that Megumi was walking away from her. Clenching her fist, she remembered the expression on her face from when they shared a glance. That disheartened and depressed look on her face pissed her off to no end. Closing the opened notepad app on her phone, Makoto quickly ran towards Megumi. Placing her hand on her shoulder, she confronted her with no hesitation.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” She yelled, catching the attention of both Megumi and some nearby students. Even if she was making a scene, none of that mattered to her at that moment. If just the memory of Megumi’s despondent look made her mad, seeing it directly in front of her made her blood boil. Avoiding eye contact, Megumi was completely silent. Makoto gritted her teeth as her grip tightened around Megumi’s shoulder. 

“You…” Makoto held her head low as the chatter of students curious about their altercation got louder. “You can’t just give up like that!” She said grasping onto her shirt. Was she speaking aloud or to herself? Makoto couldn’t tell. 

“You think you can just sulk around? Act like it's all over just because of one stupid failure?” Her voice echoed throughout the cafeteria. “I won’t let you. I won’t—” Before she could finish, she felt someone grab her shoulder. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she was already pulled away from Megumi who remained standing there holding her lunch tray with the same depressed look on her face. 

“Leave her alone, Makoto. Hot or not, you already tried messing with Megumi already. Do you really wanna get burned twice?” A male student with the wrong impression said, holding her back and away from Megumi. Despite her struggles, she could escape his hold on her.

“Let me go asshole, this doesn’t concern a bland nobody like you.” She said, flailing her arms.

Any chance that their encounter would be discreet was gone with the wind. Pretty much everyone in the cafeteria had their eyes on Makoto and Megumi (mostly Makoto). She could feel the embarrassment from before joined the Micro Rep Support Squad pour in. She gritted her teeth as scornful laughter and whispered insults echoed around her. She couldn’t break free from the male student’s hold even with all her anger and adrenaline. All she could do was stand there endlessly mocked like a freak at a circus. Resisting the urge to cry, she kept her eyes on Megumi. Her slightly raised arm, the slight look of worry in her otherwise saddened expression. They both wanted to cry out for help but they were frozen. Megumi inched forward hesitantly but before she could do anything, two yells emerged from the crowd in unison. 

“Back the hell off!!”

“Only I’m allowed to touch Mako-chi like that!”

In a flash, the male student who was restraining Makoto was hit from both sides by a punch to the face and a kick in the side. The sounds of both attacks reverberated throughout the cafeteria like thunder, instantly silencing the crowd. While both would be enough on their own, the combined might was enough to knock the student out multiple times over. Standing in defense of Makoto, Furyu, and Chihiro menaced the onlooking students with intimidating glares. While they didn’t say anything explicit, the look of “ready and willing to fight anyone” was soul-piercing. As the male student fell to the ground, Makoto was finally free and the crowd quickly dispersed at the sight of her saviors. Aside from her momentary relief, only two things floated around in her head. Cursing herself for needing to be saved once again, and Megumi. Her look of relief was also pretty evident behind her look of sadness. They both stood there in silence for a few moments before being called out by both Chihiro and Furyu.

“Tch, why is it so hard for you to stay outta trouble.” She clicked her tongue and crossed her arms at her. At the same time, muffled words of concern squeaked from within Furyu’s pocket. 

“Waaaahhh, I’m so so sorry I couldn’t get to you earlier Mako-chi!! I swear I’m gonna make that asshole’s life a living hell once he wakes up!” Chihiro said hugging Makoto tightly before freezing in place as the menacing glare of her greatest rival full upon her back. “W-Well, look at the time! Gotta go, uh run laps around the school! Take care Mako-chi!!” 

Cold sweat dripped down her entire body and she slowly released Makoto from her embrace. Chihiro nervously, and without even exchanging a glance towards Furyu, got up and ran away. The track star’s voice faded into the distance and soon enough, Makoto, Megumi, and Furyu (and Rentaro) were left alone together in the cafeteria. 

“So, wanna explain?” Furyu said looking towards both of them. Makoto tried to build up the courage to speak but before she could, Megumi spoke up for the first time that day.

“Let’s talk… in the club.” Averting her gaze and awkwardly shifting position, she started to walk towards the club while the two (three) of them were momentarily stunned.

In the club, the atmosphere was just as tense as it was when they all lost hope at yesterday’s disastrous club meeting. The silence was deafening and in a few minutes, Furyu was about ready to snap and drive her hand straight through the wall. Violence and property damages were avoided, however, as Megumi stood up. 

“I’m sorr—”

“The hell you are!” Furyu yelled, confronting her similarly to Makoto. “I ain’t got a clue about how cushy it was for you at your old school, but shit like what happened yesterday happens all the time! You can’t let it get to you and you sure as hell can’t go off sulking on your own!”

“You’re not alone, Megumi, and whatever you’re blaming yourself for, please understand that it’s not your fault. You should never feel like you disappointed us. In this club, we’re a team, but most importantly, we’re your friends.” Rentaro said, poking his head out from Furyu’s pocket. They both happily comforted Megumi as tears ran down her face while Makoto awkwardly watched from across the room in contemplation. Megumi tried to speak, but her words were mostly unintelligible as she cried. While Furyu held the crying girl in her arms and Rentaro gave head pats amidst a sea of pleasant-smelling silver hair, the two finally decided to ask about everything that led up to their little cafeteria mishap. Still a little dissatisfied with the whole ordeal, Makoto didn’t have the energy nor patience to carefully explain every annoying experience. Instead, she just sighed and slid her phone across the table toward the three sappy goofballs. 

Pulling her face away from Furyu’s nonexistent bosom, Megumi was the first to finish skimming through her phone’s notepad app. She had an inkling of an idea as to why she was speaking so loud in the hallway but reading her plan put everything into context. With every sentence she read, Megumi could feel the firey optimism in her heart return in waves along with an immeasurable sense of admiration for Makoto. Tears still in her eyes broke away from Furyu’s hug and tackled Makoto with a hug of her own. Falling softly to the ground with a comical crash along with some nearby chairs, Megumi held Makoto in a tight embrace with a beaming grin plastered across her face. If even the slightest bit of affection and physical contact from Megumi made Makoto blush, having her entire body pressed up against hers was more than enough to completely short-circuit her brain. 

“We’ll do it!” Megumi said, a newfound look of determination appearing on her face along with her happy-go-lucky smile. Makoto, all too flustered to respond properly, could barely form thoughts let alone sentences. Her face was as red as red could be resembling more of a tomato than a beet and her heart was out of control.

“D-Do it..? B-But we’re still in school…” To the average person, the sight of Megumi’s body pressed against Makoto may have given certain inappropriate impressions, but within the context that everyone present was more than aware of, Makoto’s response jumped the gun, and then some.

“We can still do your plan in school, silly!”

(In fact, it was the only place where the plan would work)

Megumi remained on top of Makoto for a little while longer until the only sounds echoing throughout their slightly dusty club room were the sounds of Furyu facepalming, Megumi giggling happily, and Makoto grasping desperately at any coherent thought floating throughout her head while babbling incoherently. However, among that variety of noises, there was one more subtler tone. A slightly muffled and panicky noise that was almost completely drowned out by the combined sounds of both Makoto and Megumi’s heartbeats. 

“Ah.” Calming down from the whole ordeal, the squirming between their chests became very apparent. When Megumi had “tackled” Makoto, Rentaro, who was still on Megumi’s head, unfortunately, went flying once the two of them hit the ground. Regardless of his attempts to latch onto her silver locks, Rentaro’s body was effortlessly flung onto Makoto’s shirt directly between her boobs. The tiny boy barely had time to blush amongst the softness of her bosom before Megumi’s came crashing down like a pair of twin meteors. While Rentaro had previously experienced both of their chests in the past, the combined softness was something to behold. Rentaro was the farthest from interested as a growing (tiny) boy could be but even he could somewhat appreciate what some would call a beyond-divine situation. Sandwiched between their breast was like a plush pillowy heaven. Makoto’s deafening heartbeat stopped him from feeling the calmness and relaxation he’d usually feel whenever he and Megumi hugged, the sensation was too good for words.

Megumi’s sweater + dress shirt uniform really accentuated the softness of her voluptuous bosom, while Makoto’s dress shirt-only uniform allowed him to feel the soothing warmth of her body heat. Being between both bountiful bosoms would typically be the best blessing a tiny could receive, but to the more than experienced Rentaro, he needed a lot more than boobs to become truly aroused… well not really. In reality, the tiny boy only needed one more thing to push him over the edge. Wafting through Makoto’s thin shirt amidst the pleasant smell of various lotions and perfumes was an unmistakable odor: sweat. 

A combination of not taking a morning shower due to oversleeping, her nervous sweat from trying to trick Kaede and from being ridiculed in the cafeteria, as well sweat from how flustered she was in Megumi’s embrace. Rentaro may have been more of a feet/armpit guy, but his withdrawal from keeping his fetish at bay as per the conditions of Furyu’s bet made this experience so precious. Enveloped by the darkness between Megumi and Makoto’s abundant chests, Rentaro casually pressed his face against Makoto’s shirt taking in the faint scent of sweat. The tiny boy was essentially cut off from the world during that brief period of time. Locked in by their plump bosoms, Rentaro was entirely surrounded by the combined body heat of two of his friends while he breathed the small quantities of air that filtered through their shirts. 

“Rentaro!!” Megumi yelled, attempting to lift her chest off of Makoto’s. Managing to lift it off of him for a few moments, it only amounted to a brief flash of light for Rentaro before her chest fell back down onto the tiny boy. Despite wanting to pull away from Makoto, who was still too flustered to process things properly, her arms were still pinned beneath her back. The sudden jolt of Megumi’s rack plummeting back down on him once more thankfully wasn’t enough to flatten him like a bug (mostly thanks to the softness of both of their bosom). While the tiny boy remained uninjured, the impact had a different result that was well within Rentaro’s expectations when it came to situations like these. Tossed around within the small gap between their breasts, Rentaro effortlessly slid between the crisp buttons of her dress shirt and directly into Makoto’s balmy cleavage. 

Amazed, but not surprised, at his “luck” Rentaro held on tightly to the lace of her surprisingly mature-looking bra so as to not accidentally slide towards more unmentionable areas of Makoto’s body. Rentaro had reached a promised land that was not for him. Despite this lack of interest in boobs, he was able to discover a metaphorical fountain of youth amongst the sweat that swelled out from the pores that lined the walls of Makoto’s shapely canyon. Unlike the shirt, however, the situation was far too “dangerous” to properly indulge in. Faced with such adversity all the boy could do was remain as still as a statue and wait for his extraction. 

Up on the surface, after a great deal of suffering, Megumi was finally able to slide her arms out from under Makoto. Panicking for Rentaro’s safety she pulled her chest away from Makoto’s only to discover that the perverted tiny was completely gone. Confusion slowly filling her mind, Megumi frantically searched everywhere she could. The floors, in her sweater, in their shirt pockets, and everywhere in between until only two locations remained. 

“I’m so sorry, Rentaro!” She spoke down to her chest. 

“S-Sorry for zoning out, I wasn’t expecting a hug—” Before Makoto could finish speaking, Megumi’s hand reached for her shirt and without any hesitation… unbuttoned her top completely until only the heavenly sight of Megumi’s pristine white bra filled Makoto’s vision. Unintentionally revealing her chest to both Furyu and Makoto, she frantically searched between her cleavage and even under her bra to no avail. Time slowed for Makoto as this all unfolded. Her eyes widened and a rush of warmth surged to her cheeks at an intensity that rivaled her blush from their earlier hug and she quickly devolved to her flustered and frozen state once again.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING’” Furyu yelled slamming the door shut and quickly rushing to Megumi’s side. Unlike Makoto, she was more shocked than flustered at the sight of her bare chest. 

“He’s not here!” She said leaving her shirt unbuttoned. “I’m sorry Makoto, but I need to undress you…” Even in her frozen state, those words echoed throughout her mind constantly to the point that they even drowned out the rapid pounding of her heart. Makoto could do nothing but remain helpless on the floor, feebly covering her blushing face as Megumi’s hands reached for her chest. With her soft hands, she deftly and delicately unbuttoned her shirt. As the world moved in slow motion, Makoto bit her lip to quell the moans that were fighting tooth and nail to break free from her mouth. 

“S-S-Sto…” She quivered, feeling her amazingly soft hand brush against her chest as she reached for Rentaro. Makoto’s thoughts and her heart drowned out the outside world completely. She could see her mouth moving but no words or sounds seemed to register in her mind. It was hard for her to process the current moment let alone realize that Rentaro was currently nestled right between her boobs. As Megumi’s finger pressed against her bra, Makoto was finally ready to give her whole body to Megumi and allow her to strip her nude. This mental preparation was (expectedly) useless, as Megumi’s hand pulled away with Rentaro’s nervous body holding on desperately to her finger. Once the tiny boy was safely stowed away in a pocket, Makoto finally felt her heart begin to relax. Still breathing heavily, Makoto was grappling with whether to be thankful or angry at Rentaro. 

“J-Jeez! Personal space!” She pouted before buttoning up her shirt bashfully. It was then that she noticed that someone had entered the room during all the commotion. Phone in hand with a mischievous grin, Fujo stood by the door recording the entire thing. 

“Hehehe, this’ll be good material for this year's Comiket.” With that statement, all the embarrassment of the past however minutes slammed into Makoto all at once like a truck and she simply collapsed. As the group tended to Makoto’s unconscious body, a voice began projecting itself from outside the clubroom. Though muffled by the firmly shut sliding door, the voice was not only familiar but comforting. It was Mai’s voice, amplified by her trusty megaphone. While Megumi was busy making sure Makoto’s body was comfortable, Furyu rushed towards the door. Sliding it open, she kneeled to see Mai with Tomoyo and Shinako behind her. 

“This room doesn’t have a micro entrance, so can you make sure the door is slightly ajar when not all members are present?”

“Crap! My bad, Mai. Some, uh, stuff happened. Don’t ask.” She sighed before holding out her hand to the three tinies. While Shinako was extremely hesitant, the three of them eventually climbed onto the delinquent’s strong hand and were promptly carried towards the center table.

“Didn’t expect a gorilla like you to have such steady hands.” Tomoya snarked.

“W-Why are you provoking her like that—” Shaking from fear Shinako hid behind Mai fearful of what Furyu might do in response. It may have been true that the comment pissed her off, but Furyu wasn’t the type to recklessly lash out when it came to the safety of those personally in her care. Instead of entertaining his insult with a proper response, Furyu just pinned Tomoya beneath her thumb. While Mai and Shinako were carefully placed on the table, Tomoyo was moreso just nonchalantly tossed (deservedly so). Excited as she may have been, before Megumi could start explaining Makoto’s plan to the rest of the club, Mai had a small announcement. 

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Soon after, Makoto woke up. Her head rested on an incomprehensibly soft and warm pillow, while her eyes were generously protected from the bright ceiling light. It was the perfect bed… or so she thought. When her eyes finally registered her surroundings, all she could see was the underside of Megumi’s boobs.

“Rise and shine~,” She said softly patting her head as it rested on her heavenly lap. Makoto, soon to be on the verge of once again entering a “flustered and frozen state,” immediately rose up and backed away from Megumi as fast as she could. 

“PUT MORE THOUGHT INTO YOUR ACTIONS!!!” Makoto yelled and hid her face before shyly curling up into a ball. Every cell in her body was internally screaming from happiness and yet she was too prideful to admit it. 

“Can you stop freakin’ out? We’re tryin’ to talk about your plan.” Furyu said. When Makoto calmed down, she saw everyone huddling around her phone.

“S-Sorry…” Makoto sighed before taking a seat. As she watched everyone mull over and discuss her plan to use Kaede Hayashi, she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Sitting in silence, a look of hesitation began to appear on her face. ‘Is this really something they’d be ok with?’ The thought floated through her mind. She could feel her body begin to sweat and itch as she recollected many of the underhanded tactics she listed down on the notepad app. 

Makoto’s hand began to instinctively reach for the phone, only for it to be grabbed and held tightly by Megumi. Despite the soft, pleasing, feeling of her skin, Makoto felt a different kind of emotion: calmness. The girl was snapped out of her stress and as she stared deeply into Megumi’s determined eyes she soon began to feel her worries melt away. It was like the glow of her deep violet eyes were sharing their resolve with her.

“You can’t expect everything to go perfectly on the first try… Right?” Megumi giggled, feeling the irony of her statement. “You worked hard, Makoto. And we’ll carry your idea to the future and make it real!”

“Yup, even if there are some kinks we need to work out we’ll do everything we can, and then some!” Rentaro said, sliding down Megumi’s arm and placing his hand on Megumi’s.

“And if those student council jerkoffs try and get our way we’ll just beat em’ into the ground!” Furyu yelled, cracking her knuckles before also placing her hand on Megumi’s (and almost crushing Rentaro in the process).

“Ehehe~ There are other ways to get people to back off other than violence you know~” With a smug grin on her face, Fujo placed her hand in the pile.

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