I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

[Warning: Things will get really kinky. I'd suggest you skip it if it's not your cup of tea]

Zafron cleared his throat, his voice soft as he asked, "Sakura, did you really mean what you said earlier? About wanting to stay?"

Sakura's ears twitched, her tail swishing slowly as she avoided his gaze. "Why do you care?" she countered, her tone carefully neutral.

Zafron hesitated, his mind racing through the events of the past few days. The intense training sessions, unexpected ambushes, getting thoroughly trounced by Sakura, him cheating to beat her, and their first tag-team triumph. Each moment had offered him a glimpse into who Sakura truly was.

"I... I'm not sure," he admitted, his brow furrowing. 'It's just, I can't imagine planning an escape if you're not coming along. But you seem to want to stay, and I... I guess I want to understand why,' he said this part in his head.

Sakura studied him, noticing the conflict in his eyes. Something was clearly bothering him, but she knew better than to pry. In her experience, letting people open up on their own terms was always the best approach.

Instead, she decided to steer the conversation back to lighter territory. "You know," she purred, fingering the collar around her neck, "there are all sorts of interesting possibilities with this little accessory. Care to explore them?"

Zafron felt his cheeks warm at her suggestive tone, but he found himself intrigued by her playful mood. Picking up on her vibe, he decided to play along. "Well, since I can make you do anything... I want you to do what you want to do."

Sakura sat up abruptly, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "Are you serious?" she asked, her tail twitching in bewilderment.

She couldn't wrap her head around it. Most people in the Undercity, especially the more unsavory types, would jump at the chance to indulge their wildest fantasies with her. Yet here was Zafron, handed a free pass, and he was giving her back the reins?

"I... I don't understand," she murmured, her usual confidence faltering for a moment. "Usually, I'm the on who is being controlled, told what to do. No one's ever really asked me what I want."

Zafron sat up as well, facing her directly. His eyes met hers, filled with genuine curiosity and warmth. "Then tell me, Sakura. What do you truly desire?"

Sakura sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. When she looked back up at Zafron, a slow, methodical smile spread across her face. It was a smile that sent a shiver down his spine – part excitement, part trepidation.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered a single word: "Control."

The word hung in the air between them, charged with unspoken possibilities. Zafron found himself captivated by the intensity in Sakura's eyes, a complex mix of vulnerability and strength that he'd never seen before.

As they sat there, mere inches apart, the tension between them was palpable. It was a moment balanced on a knife's edge, filled with potential and uncertainty.

Sakura leaned back, a wry smile playing on her lips. "You know, a lot of people see my size as a defect," she said, gesturing to her petite frame. "They think it makes me weak or easy to push around."

Zafron raised an eyebrow. "But you can alter your size, right? Like you did in the fight pit."

"True," Sakura nodded, her tail swishing thoughtfully. "But most people find that oddly intimidating. It's like they can't decide if they should pat me on the head or run for the hills."

Zafron couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, a giant would be intimidating," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "But if you could alter yourself to be, say, my size, that wouldn't be so bad, right?"

A mischievous glint appeared in Sakura's eyes. "Oh? Is that what you want?" she purred, her tone playful.

Zafron nodded, crossing his arms with a confident smile. "Sure, why not?"

"Alright then," Sakura grinned, standing up. "Step back and give me some room. You're about to see a cat grow in real-time."

Intrigued, Zafron moved back, watching as Sakura closed her eyes in concentration. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she began to grow. Her limbs elongated, her torso stretched, and her oversized t-shirt began to fit more snugly.

"This is fascinating," Zafron murmured, watching in awe as Sakura approached his height. But then she kept going.

"Uh, Sakura?" Zafron said, a note of concern creeping into his voice. "I think that's good. You can stop now."

But Sakura didn't seem to hear him. Her eyes were still closed, her face a mask of concentration as she continued to grow.

"Sakura, stop!" Zafron called out, his eyes widening as she surpassed his height and kept going. "What the hell?!"

Sakura's head was now dangerously close to the ceiling, her t-shirt stretched to its limits. The room suddenly felt much smaller, and Zafron found himself backing away, a mixture of awe and alarm on his face.

"Sakura!" he shouted, hoping to break her concentration. "This isn't funny anymore!"

The quiet but continuous sound of tearing fabric finally stopped, and Sakura saw her bra fall onto Zafron's knees. Only now she started to wonder why this whole situation felt somehow weird.

Maybe it was the fact that she was now towering over Zafron as he sat stunned in a chair. She took a step back and felt something brush against her feet. Looking down to see what it was revealed another change, namely, her chest was now in the way. Not that it wasn't before, but this wasn't her usual B cup anymore. More like the 'better start working on your back' category.

"Sakura..." she heard the voice from below, "what in the name of the gods just happened?"

She took another step back, noticing her torn panties on the floor, and absentmindedly ran her hands over her hips. The curve she was so proud of was still there, just, bigger. More pronounced. Like everything else it seems. She flashed a toothy grin.

"Well, surprise." She leaned down, resting her hands on Zafron's thighs, and still managed to look him directly in the eyes, the exact opposite of how it should work if she was in her base size. "I take you like it?"

"This is... whoah." He reached up to touch her face but got distracted halfway there, his eyes drifting down as his attention focused on bigger, perkier changes. "Yeah, I think this will be fun," he reached again but was stopped just an inch short of his target when Sakura grabbed his wrist, holding it with an iron grip.

She was almost as surprised as he was. It was easy, stopping him. She could feel his muscles working, trying to move his arm but it took no effort to hold him in place. Then it dawned on her, she was big, and big meant strong.

She stood back up, grabbed his wrists in one hand, and pulled him up from his chair. His head was on the level of her chest even as she made him stand on his tiptoes, pulling his arms high above his head. She wondered if she could lift him like this, but decided not to try, afraid to accidentally hurt him.

"Sakura, what are you..." his uneasy voice was cut short when she grabbed his hair with her other hand, forcibly tilting his head back and kissing him.

[Target Scan complete]

[Name : Sakura Hiroshima]

[Marital status : Single]

[Compatibility percentage: 186 ⬆️]

With the way she held him, he imagined she must have done it before except maybe not in complete control like she mentioned because now it was as if the board had been wiped clean, letting them experience everything again from a new perspective.