/jp/ - Otaku Culture

And then I wasn't there anymore. With an overwhelming vertigo, I jerked up, flailed my arms, then realised that I was not moving at all. I looked down, then groaned. There, of course, were all of Yamame's bedsheets. Wrapped around me. Again. I wasn't in her bedroom, this time. I was in the main room, on the couch, and my head was killing me. I looked over, then swallowed as I saw the chair that the empty Yamame had been sat on. She - It, the moult, it wasn't there anymore. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but I suspected that it had been a while. I couldn't move my arms or legs, and...I was tipping. I knew that the flailing was a poor decision. I was absolutely going to make Yamame pay for this, I thought mutinously as I tipped off of the couch and slammed into the floor with prolonged groan. Thankfully, I'd just barely missed slamming my head into the floor again, but it hadn't made it much better overall.

Thankfully, the fall had managed to break loose whatever it was keeping the bedsheets so tight, and I realised that I had some control over my arms again. With pain in my head and pain in my body, I set to work trying to manipulate the covers enough to throw them off. It took a fair few minutes, but eventually, I succeeded and crawled out of the covers, one hand pressed against my sore head. I'd heard no sign of Yamame, but I was sure that she was still here. Possibly up on the upper floor, engrossed enough that she'd not heard me. Or...Disposing of her moult, whatever that meant. I didn't really want to think about it. I checked the bathroom and found that the floor and the ofuro was still wet, so she hadn't been out for long. The kitchen was empty, though there were a few open cupboards. I then checked the upper floor, though I found that my head hurt too much to clamber up there fully. I was just about able to get up high enough to see that Yamame was not there, though there was definitely more clothes strewn about the place then there had been. It seemed to stem mostly from her supply of clothes that she didn't wear often, but which existed in plenty of sizes from small to large.

Finally, that left the bedroom, so I decided that I should probably knock on the door before blundering in. The last time I'd done that, I'd come face to face with the empty Yamame, and the time before that, she'd punched me in the face. So, I knocked, and I heard a sound from inside the room. "A-Are you awake!?" I heard, and I asked if I could come in. "Um...Oh, yes, I suppose so." I pushed open the door, stepped inside and closed it behind me, then stared. There was Yamame, in the centre of the room. The new Yamame, I supposed, because the observations I'd made before passing out were definitely correct. She'd found some underwear - silk, black, but looked to be fairly comfortable - but hadn't yet managed to find much else. Her hips had definitely widened slightly, and her hair looked longer. She'd pulled it all up into her usual look, but it was long enough that it was hanging slightly now. She still looked very...radiant. "So, um...Feeling better?" She asked me, turning. Her bra, too, looked like silk, but it seemed just slightly too tight. I nodded slowly. "Good...Um, I suppose you have questions." Maybe one or two, but I thought I got most of it. "So, um, that was-" A moult. "A mo-" Stopping, she stared at me. "Wait, why do you know that? You were looking at it like I'd actually died." Shrugging, I said that it had been revealed to me in a dream.

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I'll kiss her directly on the lips right after I propose! She will be enamored with my bravery and bravado!