Demon CEO/Army officer

Demon CEOs with mega milf hourglass proportions!

Yes! Or have her be a demon army officer

You can tell who the senior officers in the Extremist army are by their thickness.
The older ones have gone so long without finding a mate that their bodies bwomph up with excess mana...

Can some of the higher tier ones even sit on a stool?

It’s extremely challenging. There are many broken chairs, bent metal stools, and popped buttons in the Extremist Officer tents.

Good lord how big do they get?

So massive they couldn’t hope to ride anything smaller than a Clydesdale. So voluptuous they can make small mattresses look like a minidress on them.

>at a bar just casually drinking
>in rumbles an 8ft tall, SS Cup, massive badonkadonk’d blue lady in a far too small extremist officer uniform
>despite its stretched thin nature, you notice it’s absolutely filled with medals and ribbons and awards
>on her towering shoulders, her lapels show Colonel rank, and on her bespectacled cute face, her eyes show ‘desperation’
>she’s notices you sitting alone at the bar and blushes, before composing herself and walking over
>most demons heels clack when they walk, but hers more sound like they’re puncturing into the floorboards themselves
>she takes the stool next to you, having to fidget for a solid half a minute just to properly position her massive ass on the thing, all while the bar itself groans under her heavy breasts and the stool creaks in protest
>when she’s finally settled, her overwhelming presence overflows onto you, both personal-space wise and just from her clear width alone, her breasts pooling on the counter to brush over where you had your arm resting down
>you look from her breast up to her face, and she’s looking at you with a flush purple face, watery eyes, and a wavering nervous smile of a woman at her absolute limit of missed opportunities
>”S-So! C-come here often, human?!”