Sometimes even I think I'm crazy. Some of my original characters are a bit uninspired. (Robot! Ninja Catgirl! Pirates!) ...Okay, not uninspired. Derivative. Cliches. And I love them all.

So here's another one out of the bag of cliches. Ecchi overly-large-busted Japanese Schoolgirl. Yes, her boobs are too big. I'm surprisingly okay with this, as it's for (primarily) comedic parody purposes.

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"Okay class..." Kirishima Haruna-sensei draped over her podium lazily, her slim body limp to such a degree that it seemed as though she were melting. “Sensei has a hangover so let’s all do nice quiet work.”

It was another quiet day in Class 1-C of South High School.

And, as usual, their twenty-something teacher was slacking off in some manner. The class had come to be self sufficient during homeroom; if they needed Kirishimi-sensei they’d have to either wake her up or tear her from her handheld video games. Nowaki-san, in his capacity as the obsessive compulsive class representative, assigned their usual chores and tasks before taking their attendance while they talked casually.

However, in a rare occurrence that broke up the monotony of their day, the door to the classroom slid open just barely. A brief sliver of face, along with a single cerulean eye, looked into the room. "Excuse me..." the melodic voice of a young woman said. "...Is this class 1-C?"

"Oh crap! I completely forgot!" Kirishima-sensei sprung up suddenly, as if struck by lightning, and forced a casual smile onto her face as she turned to address her charges. "Today we'll have a new transfer student joining us."

A low mumble rolled throughout the room as the students exchanged rumors and theories as to the identity of the new addition to their class.

"You can come in!"

The door to the classroom slid open fully.

"Eh?!"

Short indigo tresses fell from her head, stopping just before they reached her slender shoulders. Her face was also on the attractive side, with large blue eyes and rosy cheeks. But the attentions of those in Class 1-C were drawn, understandably, to her chest. Her frame was, for the most part, thin and willowy, but for the incredible protuberance of her breasts. Each was at least as wide as her dainty waist, and covered the entire space from just below her collar to her waist. Her breasts extended down to her hips, the wide, full lower curves of the gigantic teardrops cupped by what had to be the largest and strongest brassiere man ever conceived by man –one that was still somehow feminine in its sky blue color despite the fact that it was a marvel of engineering.

All the more odd was that she seemed to not notice their stares of confusion and disbelief. Or at least, if she had, she didn't seem to try to stop them. “My name is Ushima Kokoro and I’m from Matsusaka. It’s nice to meet you.” As manners dictated, she bowed slightly as she introduced herself. She also seemed to ignore the fact that the wealth of cleavage that resulted from her gesture caused one of the male students in the front row to lose consciousness.

Kirishimia-sensei stared unabashedly at the youth. Not only was unnatural to be so heavily endowed period, it was especially wrong for a sixteen year old to be so big. Plus she was almost certainly sure that there was a law against pupils having larger breasts than their teachers. If there wasn’t there definitely should’ve been. Somehow, the instructor managed to find the ability to speak. “You might be new, so you should know we follow a dress code here."

It was true that she was dressed in the standard sailor style uniform that all the other girls in the class were wearing. That was part of the issue –the uniform was made with standard proportions in mind. Her pleated skirt was almost invisible from the front, hidden behind her breasts. The blouse was even less suited to covering such a busty person. Her uniform shirt just barely managed to cover about a third of her bust, sitting in a uselessly stretched pile at its peak. However, at least some modicum of decency was preserved; her enormous azure bra was thicker than most sweaters, and had enough surface area to mummify a few ordinary people.

"I'm sorry...This was the only blouse the school store had left." Kokoro blushed, her cheeks taking on a deep rosy hue.

Apparently oblivious to her reaction, the teacher walked closer towards her. "Hey, hey! With that face and this chest, aren't you overdoing it a little?" She frowned, poking one of the young woman's immense breasts. The flesh gave a slight resistance to the prodding, as if her finger was pressing into a soft pile of dough rather than another person's body. "Wow...it's really real, huh? Anyway, You were late today, but since it's your first day I'll forgive you!"

“Oi, Sensei!" one of the students towards the back of the room cried out "You were late too!”

“SHUT UP! My bike broke down!” The teacher growled violently, before turning back to Kokoro with a smile, her mood again shifting like the tides. Kokoro stared at the exchange incredulously, but held her tongue.


"Anyway, you can go ahead and take a seat." Kirishima grinned. "Welcome to South High!"