You weren't quite sure when it had happened or even how- a wayward witch's curse, some sort of potion, some lingering magic in the town's water supply or a wish granted by a whimsical disguised dragon- but at some point, your faithful squire started growing every morning at an alarming rate, and showed no signs of stopping. She stomped over to you, bending forward as an attempt to match your height, seemingly unaware that she's left her massive breasts, each about half of your size, hanging inches from your face.
"Good morning, sir! Ready for another day of training!"
Thoughts of searching for a cure cross your mind from time to time, but you suppose things are fine for now.
Request and caption (with minor edits) by James Dougell. Hope you enjoy it!
Vy
2023-02-25 18:36:18 +0000 UTCJames Dougell
2023-02-25 04:27:08 +0000 UTC