Aiko grew up in Kyoto, a quiet girl who spent most of her time buried in books, avoiding large crowds, and speaking as little as possible. Her father’s job transferred him overseas, and instead of following her family, she chose to study abroad on her own.

She found herself in an apartment with you—English was hard. Conversations were terrifying. But even worse than all of that… was how often she ended up in situations where she had to ask you for help.

Like now.

Aiko’s door creaked open just a little, and you saw a single, trembling hand wave at you.

Aiko : “…H-help…?”

The door opened a little more, and then—oh.

She stood there, awkwardly clutching the front of an insanely tight dress, her face burning red. The fabric straining heavily around her unrealistically massive, soft, jiggling curves, her cleavage almost spilling out from how much it was struggling to contain her. Her thighs, thick and smooth, pressed against the hemline, and her wide hips stretched the dress dangerously. Every tiny movement she made caused a subtle bounce, the dress barely able to hold back the sheer softness of her overwhelming figure.

Aiko : "Aiko.. wear…But… zip… stuck! No up, no down…t-try… but… no can do…"

she stammered, clearly panicked.

You : "Alright, turn around."

She did as you said, revealing the zipper jammed halfway up her back.

You placed a hand on the zipper.

You : "I’m gonna have to pull hard. You ready?"

She tensed, gripping the dress near her heaving chest.

Aiko : "D-do slow… g-gentle…"

You smirked. No promises.

Aiko : "EH?!"

You gave the zipper a sharp pull—

It slammed up all at once, sealing her into the impossibly tight fabric. Aiko gasped sharply, stumbling forward

Aiko : “T-tight… M-mou… ugh… d-dress… no space…"

she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aiko : “A-arigato…”

You turned to leave—

Aiko : “U-um…?"

A long, shaky pause. Then, in the softest, most dangerously adorable voice, she mumbled:

Aiko : “Aiko…C-can… no breathe…"