“I feel like…”

Dammit, she thought. I’m a confident woman; I shouldn’t feel like this!

The purple demoness floated gently before her, waiting for the pirate to finish her statement.
Isabela clenched her eyes shut and grit her teeth. “I feel like I’m not attractive enough for Hawke.”

The desire demon’s tinny voice sounded in Isabela’s head. “I can help you change that… what would you have to give me in return?”

“Please,” the Rivaini woman begged. “Change my appearance however you want just… just make sure Hawke won’t leave me.”

“Done.” The demoness vanished out of sight.

Suddenly, Isabela panicked. What have I done? I should know better than to trust demons… like the time we had to save that kid, Feyn-whatever! Maker, that was awful.

As she walked back to her room at the Hanged Man, Isabela tried her best to not think about the stupid decision she’d just made. She smiled as she felt the sun’s warmth on her dark skin. Entering the shady tavern, Isabela heard a voice call out to her.

“Wicked Grace later, Rivaini?”

She smirked. “Only if you’re willing to give me all your coin, Varric.” Isabela continued through the bar, up the stairs to the second floor, to her room.

Once inside, Isabela felt it start quickly. The laces on the front of her bodice moved slightly, almost imperceptibly. She investigated her clothes and saw how her already generous bust was bulging slightly over the sides.

“What the…?” she whispered. Suddenly, her breasts surged with growth, the laces of her bodice rapidly splitting. Her previously head-sized tits plumped up quickly, approaching her navel within seconds. Isabela’s dusky nipples swelled with her boobs. They had always been large, even compared to her breasts before their growth. Now the nubs were getting ridiculous, pointing stiffly into the air before them.

Isabela’s tits kept growing, and the laces of her bodice split completely, the useless garment allowing her to grow unimpeded. She felt them as they grew, rubbing her hands along the undersides as they surpassed her hips, learning how sensitive she was getting. Oh, Hawke is going to love this. Her next obsession is going to be getting me off just playing with my tits…
Her fingers pressed into the pliable flesh of her huge breasts as they continued to grow. “So huge!” That demon isn’t letting me off easy…

The threads of her shirt began to split apart as her chest wobbled from growing. The stitches went pop-pop-pop as Isabela’s tits burgeoned larger and larger, not slowing down at all. The pirate struggled to keep her back straight with the massive weight being added to her chest. She thought her boobs were heavy initially, and couldn’t believe how much more they pulled on her back and shoulders now. Isabela braced herself with her hands on her thighs to support her swelling chest.
Her tits grew and bulged around her arms as she rested, wondering what she was going to do once her breasts stopped getting bigger. Maybe Hawke has some kind of spell that would work… I mean, I loved having big tits but this, this, is ridiculous!

Isabela came out of her mental monologue when she felt warm flesh touch her thighs and knees. She looked down at her bust. “Oh, Maker,” she whispered. The orbs of flesh in front of her were obscene, filling the space in front of her. Isabela tried to straighten her back. When she did, she was shocked to see her tits extending two feet ahead of her and nearly a foot out to each side- and they weren’t done. The swelling masses pulled ever harder on her, and Isabela fell forward, her body resting on top of her boobs.

Pressure from her body and the floor squeezing her breasts was intense, almost instantly making her climax. Isabela started to whimper from the pleasure and laid on top of her tits, accepting that she had no way of stopping the growth. Well I might as well enjoy this, she thought.

She continued to grow, her boobs pushing into her legs as they expanded to more and more ridiculous sizes. The soft, sensitive masses crept across the floor as Isabela was in carnal heaven, the pleasure emanating from her tits just enough to keep her on edge. It was a kind of pleasant torture; Isabela wanted to climax but she knew it would feel better the longer it held off. She writhed above her breasts as they pushed larger and larger. Her corset tumbled off her as she twisted, finally giving up its hold on her body.

Isabela laid her arms on top of her swelling bust. They had gotten large enough that she rested completely on top of them, not even her feet were touching the floor now. Her body weight pushing into her tits finally sent her over the edge, a mind-blowing orgasm shaking through her. Isabela smiled wearily, and another climax overtook her. She rose further in the air as her four-foot-wide tits refused to stop. Isabela shaking on top of her boobs moved her closer to finishing again. She did, quickly, then again, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her. Isabela’s titanic breasts began to slow in their growth, but not before she came two more times.

With the growth ended, Isabela started to think more clearly. She looked down at her absurd proportions now. She knew she couldn’t drag her tits around even if she wanted to. Stuck in her predicament, her eyes lifted to the door to see a woman standing in the doorway. A mage. Her girlfriend. None other than Marian Hawke.

“Hawke! You- I- What do you think?” Isabela smiled nervously.

Hawke smirked. “I like big boobs, I cannot lie.”