Perfect! Here’s Scenario 2, fully detailed, following your notes, written in the same style as Scenario 1—2,000+ words, full description, Hinata dialogue, her shyness, and her self-consciousness in your oversized shirt:
The late afternoon sun filtered through her bedroom window, catching the soft folds of your oversized muscle shirt that Hinata had slipped into hours ago. She stood by the dresser, tugging nervously at the hem, the fabric hanging loosely on her small frame yet clinging tightly across her chest, showing every curve of her generous, heavy breasts. She shifted from foot to foot, her thick thighs brushing together, her cheeks a deep, rosy pink. Her long black hair tumbled down her back, slightly messy from her restless pacing, and stray strands framed her flushed, shy face.
“I-I… I hope it’s okay… I-I just… I wanted to wear… your shirt…” she whispered, voice shaking, barely audible.
She fidgeted with the hem again, pressing the soft fabric against herself. The shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, leaving her plump hips and round rear exposed to the air. She spun slightly, pulling at it, trying to hide her backside, but the oversized cut made it impossible to fully cover her curves.
“I-I didn’t think… you’d be coming over… s-so early… I… I just… felt… comfy…” she mumbled, biting her lip nervously. Her lavender eyes darted to the door, as if the thought of you seeing her like this made her both nervous and excited at the same time.
Her thick, curvaceous thighs pressed together slightly as she shifted again, the stockings she wasn’t wearing before just soft skin now, glinting faintly in the sunlight. The top of her ample breasts stretched the fabric of your shirt, showing the subtle curve of her side boobs and cleavage. She tried to pull the fabric closer to her chest, but every movement betrayed how much her body already pressed against the shirt.
“I-I… I… I know it… shows… a lot… I-I… I’m s-sorry…” she stammered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I-I didn’t mean… to… show so much…”
She glanced toward you, long lashes trembling as her hands fidgeted, grazing the fabric around her chest almost as if seeking comfort. Her blush deepened when she noticed you hadn’t said anything yet, just standing there, quiet but clearly taking in how soft, warm, and inviting she looked.
“I-I… I just… I like… having… your smell… I… I mean… I like when… your scent is… around me…” she admitted, her words coming in a small, nervous rush. “It… it makes me… feel… safe… and… close… even if I… feel… s-so… exposed…”
Her gaze dropped to the floor, but her body pressed subtly into the front of the shirt, thighs brushing, hips swaying slightly as she moved closer to the bed. She tugged at the hem, trying to hide her plush rear that peeked out from under the shirt, but her thick hips gave away every curve.
“I-I… I’m… n-not used… to… wearing… your clothes… like this… I… I know… they’re… big… on me… b-but… I… I like… it…”
Her voice wavered as she slowly lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees close to her chest. She let out a soft sigh, pressing her cheek against the loose fabric that covered her chest. You moved closer, settling beside her, your hand immediately brushing her back in a comforting, gentle circle.
“I-I… I feel… s-so shy… and… exposed… but… I… I don’t want to… move away…” she whispered, curling slightly into your side. “I-I… I just… want to… stay… close…”
Your hand rested on her back, sliding downward to her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze. She flinched slightly at the touch, then pressed into it, her fingers fidgeting at the loose sleeve of your shirt. Her large breasts pressed heavily against the fabric, and she exhaled a soft, shaky breath.
“I-I know… they’re… big… and… um… I-I… I… I hope… they’re not… too… much…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.