Sakiko’s Little Walks (Pixiv Fanbox)

Commission for 温州蜜柑, thank you for your support XD!

A new entry of 温州蜜柑's OC Sakiko.

Ilustrations made by Tilted, story made by 温州蜜柑. Hope you enoy XD!

It's back-to-s****l season for **** all across Japan, and Sakiko-chan (咲子ちゃん) is beginning her 2nd year. Sakiko is not like most other little ****, she's been blessed with a pair of unique bodily traits, which come with some social and physical limitations, especially for her age. And as a result, she attends a small s****lhouse-like building that's purposed for those who require special assistance.

Though despite these top-heavy physical traits of hers, Sakiko manages to take a short walk to class and back on a regular basis. In fact, the weight of her backpack helps her stay balanced while she takes her journey.

Another plus for her is that she lives in a small quiet village, where she doesn't have to worry about facing certain situations such as crossing busy roads, or even more evident...lots of staring and gawking. When a g*** has a bust size that's even greater than her height, her bust acts as a magnet drawing-in all sorts of attention. She would not be able to live this much of a semi-normal life in the city, now would she?

After a fun summer vacation with Ojisan, Sakiko this morning is starting her first day back. Ojisan bought some new clothes for her first day back, which include a new fitted dress (made for adults), and some new pink and purple light-up sneakers which she instantly fell in love with.

For Ojisan, one of the most challenging endeavors about raising a little princess with breasts that are more suited for a woman 5 times her size, is finding clothes that fit. He rarely buys shirts for Sakiko since she barely fits in even his own shirts, and buying bras are absolutely not an option. He often finds himself buying either sundresses of fitted dresses that are normally made for females at least twice her age.

Upon going to class, Sakiko travels over a small crosswalk which she grew up with when Ojisan would take her to the park. Ever since the days when she was still learning how to walk, she'd always play a game on the crosswalk where she's only allowed to step on the white lines. Back then, her built-in cushions were not as big as they are now, and she used to be able to see where she was stepping on.

Nowadays, just shy of turning *, she still plays this game when crossing the road. However, as she grew bigger, it became more difficult for her to play this game. Her cushions have ballooned to the size of two beanbag chairs on her chest, and they prevent her from being able to see her feet, or the white lines for that matter, as they take up much of her central and peripheral vision.

But this hasn't stopped Sakiko from trying. She doesn't stop at easy mode when playing her favorite Nintendo games, and she certainly doesn't stop at easy mode when she's playing her habitual crosswalk game.

As her giant assets have developed over the years, her mastering the crosswalk game has developed as well. (As shown) Despite not being able to see her own feet, even after she's lifted her legs as high as they could go, she's learned to make good use of the contours around her boobs to guess where the white crosswalk line underneath them begins.

As Sakiko makes her wide step on the white line, her immediate view becomes obstructed as her huge uncontrollable breasts make several fluid bounces up and down. This leaves her waiting a couple of seconds for her boobs to relax, and then she proceeds to survey where she's about to land her feet next. After she crosses the road, she crosses the road adjacent to her, and walks down the slope where her class awaits her.

For Sakiko, walking to class each morning is the easy thing to do, as it's all a downhill journey. When class is over, despite being a relatively short distance, she then has to deal with walking entirely uphill on her way home, while carrying the weight of one bag of textbooks and two giant ever-wobbling bags of fatty breast tissue.

Sakiko becomes hot and breathless once she finally arrives at the side-door entrance of her upper-floor home. She steps through the door and removes her sneakers before climbing the stairs. At this moment, all she can think about is taking off her clothes, grabbing an ice pop from the freezer and then collapsing on the futon with the fan blowing up-close and directly at her two hottest bodily regions.