Hathorite amulet

Be sure to visit Auntie Vixen's store often. You're her favourite customer, after all.

Gonna give auntie a gift I got from the hathorite church!
They say its a talisman of good luck!

She'll be sure to love it! It makes a fashionable necklace that sits right atop the chest!

Anything for auntie!
I'm sure she's going to look great with it!

She's worn it more than a week in a row, she clearly must love it!
Say, did her bosom always cover that much of the counter...? and her pants seem tighter too... maybe she's been doing a bit too much snacking on extra stock!

Your imagination surely.
Auntie watches her snacking!
I mean, next you'll tell me that the amulet is responsible!

You're probably right. After all she seems so happy with it, she's got such a bounce to her step!
...It's really quite a lot of bounce! A lot!

>visit her the next day
>her face is flushed as her breasts have gone up at least three cup sizes
>her nipples poke through her apron because her bras don'' fit anymore
>she tries to make it seem like everything is normal
>ask her if that thing you ordered came in and watch as she bends down to get it
>her hips have noticably widened and her already round ass has gotten bigger
>you hear the sound of tearing fabric coming from under her clothes and she immediately stands up
>her face is completely red

ah, Hathorite religion, you just hit every one of my fetishes.
>Ask her if everything is alright
>She stammers out that everything is fine, she just has a bad back is all so for that reason she is going to bend down from a different direction to pick up your package
>Ok.jpg
>She turns so her rear is facing away from you and gingerly kneels down to pick the package up
>In doing so you get a full view down her apron at her massive stuffed sweaterpuppies, full to bursting and lined with sweat
>You get so caught up in staring that you don't realize she's been bent down for a solid minute rather than picking the package up
>When you do finally realize, you see that she's been doing some staring of her own at a different package in front of her

Hnnng
I need older MGs like this in these kinds of scenarios
foxes, dragons, succs, cows

I find it best with some of the not so obvious species.
Like, imagine doing this with an Ochi bodyguard and her breasts start poking out from gabs in her breastplate or an oni that has huge, heavy chest sacks.

>Soothe your distraught Valkyrie because her chest has grown too large for her to pray with proper holy posture
>She can't figure out if she should rest her arms ontop of her bust, squished up against her bust in her best attempt to keep to tradition or if she should have her arms under her bust with her praying hands trapped between her tits

>Dullahan Sergeant Major loudly proclaims her frustration with the accursed amulet that still effects her physique even after she took it off
>Subconsciously starts using her new massive cleavage rack as a handy shelf to place her head on
>Doesn't realize that her armoured battle-fauld is too small to hide the bottom curve of her phat booty anymore

Its perfect for distracting opponents in combat....or taunting those flat of chest.

>She faces an Order paladin girl in head to headless combat, her head off giving orders at a different part of the battlefield
>"Hah! I can sense my opponent is defeated. Let's go find my body so we can collect her into the fold and convert her! For the glory of Lilith!"
>Arrive to the scene to find the body graciously patting the sobbing paladin-chan on her back as she laments how she could never attract squire anon due to her small chest
>Dullahead is momentarily taken aback before mentally shrugging
>"Meh. That'll work too."

>Ice Queen coldly stares at herself in the mirror
>Her once elegant dress now looks like a porn outfit as her risque yet classy top now has straps that just look like a sling bikini over her frosty nips
>She checks her side profile and how prodigiously her royal backside sticks out
>you watch in fearful anticipation as she wordlessly holds the amulet up, easily making the connection and tightening her gaze at it
>She pulls it on a bit tighter around her neck and clacks her staff twice on the ground before leaving the room, wordlessly beckoning you to follow

See, that's the benefit of being the queen, she can flaunt her royal rear and bounteous bust.
Granted, its required that she be the largest as the queen but that's aside from the point

Very true, it's elemental divine right after all.
She wouldn't say a word, nor would anyone else be able to determine a change in her emotions, but when the local representative of the Wooly Holstaur tribe comes to court next, you'll be able to tell that the queen is internally smirking at how much the subject is taken aback by no longer being the biggest in the realm.

The diplomat may have to return and inform her tribe of such sudden developments....which may raise some consternation there.

>Wooly Holstaurs are all in a tizzy saying that it isn't fair, they should write an angry letter, and other complaints girls who have been mogged by a big chest say
>Meanwhile Ice Queen is at home trying on new outfits that show off a lot of cleavage and handfuls of thigh, forcing anon to give his honest opinion on each

The chieftainess may have to go herself.
She has quite the ample assets to show off.

A towering woman built like a brick tit-house, going face to face against the Queen of Cold? Would be quite a sight to watch.

She's led her tribe for many a moon.
A figure as tall, imposing, and titpowered as her would draw much attention in the court of the ice queen.

>the ice queen doesn't even have anon speak
>he just sits there pantsless and she judges based on how hard he gets

They say less than 100 words a year to each other, yet their emotional connection is stronger than you could ever imagine. She'd even silently smirk in his presence when she tries on the last outfit that's no more than strings of ice over only the absolute lewdest parts and sees his reaction.