Chloe Bedevere and Violet were both seated around a table within a high-class restaurant that served only the finest afternoon-tea, little bite-size pastries and cakes. Whilst the half-elf sipped upon her milk-tea, Violet was politely stuffing her mouth with as much grace as she could possible afford.
"Violet, how are your breasts still growing? All that cake and custard, does all of it go to your milk-tanks or what?"
From their VIP booth, that afforded them privacy, none of the staff or public would've guessed their conversation to be of such a topic.
The dark-elf scoffed as she consumed another rich-chocolate puff-pastry. Looking on with indignation Chloe could only sigh as she saw how unfair the world was. Whilst any cake or donut she consumed would instantly be stored as fat upon her ass or stomach, causing her to round out in appearance. Violet's genetics blessed the women with breasts bigger that were the size of her head. And as much as she would also like such a miracle to occur to her, she wondered as to how she would even pull her bow if such large watermelons were to obstruct her aim.
Seeing as the dark-elf wasn't ready to cease her consumption of the sweet-temptations, Chloe's mind returned to her past days. Comparing her before and after as she remembered how weak she was, how inadequate she was, until years later when she met Asai. And whilst she had ultimately achieved her goal and objective of becoming brave enough to stand her ground, she remembered how easily it was for the monsters to swarm her position, pushing her down onto the ground as they fumbled around in desperation to rape her with their little green-shrimp dicks.
And whilst Arthur the adventurer had failed to convince her to change her way, or to guide her in any noticeable mentioning. Asai had somehow compelled her into an insane growth in power and ability. It was honestly ridiculous to her, as to how fast she became strong and capable. Albeit, she did have to experience death alongside Robin, Clam and Gary, against the scorpion dungeon boss...
Shivering in memory of such experiences, she sipped upon her tea as her mind went on to the next chain of events.
From the little girl who only took on fights where she had the clear advantage, to standing her ground atop piles of monsters and firing her bow upon the army of dhans. And to her recent battles against monsters and beasts that kept swarming Thrud castle in waves. And when thinking of her prior experience of being looked down upon, bullied and teased, compared to her now renowned reputation and fame that came from serving the realm.
She couldn't help but pluck away a single macaron from Violet's plate and partaking of its sweetness.
"Hey! Order your own!"
"It's a shared plate fatty."
Frowning in response to the jest, Violet abruptly stood, and pulled her shirt out of her skirt to show her slim stomach. The sight of which caused Chloe to gaze in horror at how ridiculous her proportions were.
"H-how is that even possible!?"
With their privacy guaranteed, as no member of staff would intrude without the ringing of their service-bell. Chloe swung around the table and lifted the girl's bra, finding it to be unpadded and mostly silk in nature.
She thought for sure that Violet was wearing padded bras in addition to a corset that would add extra volume and oomph to her assets, but to find out that the dark-elf was entirely natural.
"Truly unfair!" Chloe's powerful bow-string grip clenched and pulled on Violet's dark-supple nipples, yanking them as her [Masochist] tendency was triggered and she was quickly begging for me. "HOW!? HOW IS YOUR WASITLINE SO SLIM!?" She looked down, and every time the dark-elf exhaled her breathe, she could've sworn she could see abdominal lines appearing.
Thinking back to how tight her ass would feel every time she enjoyed but a single slice of cake, or too much rice. Chloe wanted to cry as she swung Violet's breasts around by the tips of her nipples.
As the two had spent months together, upon the orders of Mary up at Thrud Castle, naturally the two long-eared beauties had bathed and slept together. Something they did to remember their lord and duke's touch as well as to protect each other from any low-digit IQ men who thought not with their brains but with their dicks.
"Is this how you managed to seduce the duke!? HAH? Whilst I had to go through dungeons and hell with him, all you had to do was sway your fat-ass and swing your milk-jugs around his face right!?"
Violet's desire to eat cake and sweets was finally sated, as her desires now shifted to wanting more of the abuse and teasing from Chloe, who had yet to relinquish her tits.
...
Upon returning to Trichia manor, a messenger quickly interrupted their path towards their private rooms.
A short note was passed onto them before the man left.
"His Highness, Prince Victor Del Lagos is currently missing-in-action.
Mary has summoned all vassals loyal to Duke Trichia, please find her lady ASAP."
Chloe Bedevere and Violet were both seated around a table within a high-class restaurant that served only the finest afternoon-tea, little bite-size pastries and cakes. Whilst the half-elf sipped upon her milk-tea, Violet was politely stuffing her mouth with as much grace as she could possible afford.
"Violet, how are your breasts still growing? All that cake and custard, does all of it go to your milk-tanks or what?"
From their VIP booth, that afforded them privacy, none of the staff or public would've guessed their conversation to be of such a topic.
The dark-elf scoffed as she consumed another rich-chocolate puff-pastry. Looking on with indignation Chloe could only sigh as she saw how unfair the world was. Whilst any cake or donut she consumed would instantly be stored as fat upon her ass or stomach, causing her to round out in appearance. Violet's genetics blessed the women with breasts bigger that were the size of her head. And as much as she would also like such a miracle to occur to her, she wondered as to how she would even pull her bow if such large watermelons were to obstruct her aim.
Seeing as the dark-elf wasn't ready to cease her consumption of the sweet-temptations, Chloe's mind returned to her past days. Comparing her before and after as she remembered how weak she was, how inadequate she was, until years later when she met Asai. And whilst she had ultimately achieved her goal and objective of becoming brave enough to stand her ground, she remembered how easily it was for the monsters to swarm her position, pushing her down onto the ground as they fumbled around in desperation to rape her with their little green-shrimp dicks.
And whilst Arthur the adventurer had failed to convince her to change her way, or to guide her in any noticeable mentioning. Asai had somehow compelled her into an insane growth in power and ability. It was honestly ridiculous to her, as to how fast she became strong and capable. Albeit, she did have to experience death alongside Robin, Clam and Gary, against the scorpion dungeon boss...
Shivering in memory of such experiences, she sipped upon her tea as her mind went on to the next chain of events.
From the little girl who only took on fights where she had the clear advantage, to standing her ground atop piles of monsters and firing her bow upon the army of dhans. And to her recent battles against monsters and beasts that kept swarming Thrud castle in waves. And when thinking of her prior experience of being looked down upon, bullied and teased, compared to her now renowned reputation and fame that came from serving the realm.
She couldn't help but pluck away a single macaron from Violet's plate and partaking of its sweetness.
"Hey! Order your own!"
"It's a shared plate fatty."
Frowning in response to the jest, Violet abruptly stood, and pulled her shirt out of her skirt to show her slim stomach. The sight of which caused Chloe to gaze in horror at how ridiculous her proportions were.
"H-how is that even possible!?"
With their privacy guaranteed, as no member of staff would intrude without the ringing of their service-bell. Chloe swung around the table and lifted the girl's bra, finding it to be unpadded and mostly silk in nature.
She thought for sure that Violet was wearing padded bras in addition to a corset that would add extra volume and oomph to her assets, but to find out that the dark-elf was entirely natural.
"Truly unfair!" Chloe's powerful bow-string grip clenched and pulled on Violet's dark-supple nipples, yanking them as her [Masochist] tendency was triggered and she was quickly begging for me. "HOW!? HOW IS YOUR WASITLINE SO SLIM!?" She looked down, and every time the dark-elf exhaled her breathe, she could've sworn she could see abdominal lines appearing.
Thinking back to how tight her ass would feel every time she enjoyed but a single slice of cake, or too much rice. Chloe wanted to cry as she swung Violet's breasts around by the tips of her nipples.
As the two had spent months together, upon the orders of Mary up at Thrud Castle, naturally the two long-eared beauties had bathed and slept together. Something they did to remember their lord and duke's touch as well as to protect each other from any low-digit IQ men who thought not with their brains but with their dicks.
"Is this how you managed to seduce the duke!? HAH? Whilst I had to go through dungeons and hell with him, all you had to do was sway your fat-ass and swing your milk-jugs around his face right!?"
Violet's desire to eat cake and sweets was finally sated, as her desires now shifted to wanting more of the abuse and teasing from Chloe, who had yet to relinquish her tits.
...
Upon returning to Trichia manor, a messenger quickly interrupted their path towards their private rooms.
A short note was passed onto them before the man left.
"His Highness, Prince Victor Del Lagos is currently missing-in-action.
Mary has summoned all vassals loyal to Duke Trichia, please find her lady ASAP."
