"JJ-Cup maybe even K" Frost confidently announced while cupping his chin, appearing like a wizened scholar who put great effort into solving one of the world’s greatest problems.
Hearing his words Khione was stunned speechless for a good three seconds before swiftly and cockily denying his words.
"Hah wrong they’re only II-cups, J at the very most." She stood boldly in defiance, her arms tightly crossed beneath her supposed II-cup breasts, a size that was no less shocking than JJs or even Ks as both were far beyond what could be considered average across Nova.
Strangely however despite hearing her unwavering conviction Frost was unmoved, his confidence in his answer and in the findings that he retrieved through his own hands leaving no doubt in his mind.
"Sorry my love but I think your knowledge is a little outdated." Maybe they were II-cups a couple years ago but not anymore.
"Pshua...." Khione imdiately scoffed assuming Frost just didn’t want to admit his defeat, but when she saw the clear look in his eyes she froze, the smile adorning her lips quivering before slowly falling away.
She brought her own hands to her chest, felt around for several seconds, every subtle asurent draining a little more colour from her face.
"....My bras have been rather tight recently and hardly any of my dresses fit anymore but...it can’t be can it? tha...that’s two maybe even three sizes in less than two years...." It was as though the ground upon where she stood had been pulled out from under her. Her damn breasts, one of the greatest banes of her existence had grown once again and not by a small margin either.
These annoying lumps of fat that impeded her strength in battle, cursed her with chronic back pain and made it almost impossible to see her damn feet had beco even more of a burden. Mind you she did love the costic effects. No matter how large her muscles beca she would always be blessed with a tantalising hourglass figure that made even the most dull clothes dramatically pop, making her alluring and sexy in not just the eyes of others but also in her own.
Until Frost ca into her life those negatives greatly outweighed the positives, she was even considering a reduction treatnt, either through magic, speciality items or perhaps even surgery. The last one being the most extre but at the sa the most real.
He brought balance back to the scales, his lust towards their gargantuan size making the pains and burdens seem almost worthwhile but that was under the consideration that they had stopped growing.
"Why, just why do they keep growing?" Khione sobbed feeling genuinely hurt by her current circumstances.
Frost acting as a supportive partner thus wrapped his arms around her shoulders and shone a light through the dark clouds surrounding her heart. "The answer to that is simple my love." He smiled warmly, no sign of teasing of mocking in his expression.
"Eh! What is it then? Tell . Is my diet? My training? My clothes? What is it damn you?" Falling into a state of desperation Khione swiftly turned her head, yelled and started shaking Frost back and forth. She needed to know the solution so she could put at stop to this travesty. Finding II-cup bras that offered both support and appearance was hard enough she didn’t want to think about having to search for anything larger.
His brain being jostled around by her violent shaking had Frost feeling a little dizzy but despite the fact that he was seeing double he retained that warm expression and gave Khione the answer she so desperately sought.
"Well my beautiful knight the reason your breasts have grown to such a degree is because.... of ." If he had his father’s or Shivali’s ability to produce light for dramatic effect he would have done so but since he didn’t have that skill he had to rely solely on tone, expression and last but not least the raising of both hands, like a king basking in the glow of his subjects....a very slapable action but one which he imdiately recognised for its appeal when the shoe was on the other foot.
’Ok now I get why they do this.’ It was like a specialised form of superiority or mocking that just felt soooo good.
"Huh?!" Bearing the brunt of this gesture Khione was baffled, unable to remotely connect Frost to the reason her breasts had grown to such a degree....of course being the kind man that he was Frost was more than happy to explain his reasoning for as long as Khione would allow it.
"You said you were about an II-cup less than 2 years ago?" He started first by finding common ground, easing the tension, allowing him to dangle his line a little and enjoy the journey he was creating.
"Yes, that’s right." Though a little suspicious Khione confird his statent, curious to find out where the trail of breadcrumbs would lead.
"Would 18 months be more accurate?"
"...Perhaps but what’s the difference, my routine never changed during that ti, 24, 18, 12 or even 6 months ago I was still doing the sa thing." Her intensity in training may have increased given that she rose to half step S-rank in that ti, but her diet remained unchanged as did the type of drills she ran.
Upon hearing her answer Frost’s smile transford into a cocky smirk that stretched from one ear to the other. "Hehehe of course there’s a difference my dear 24 months ago I wasn’t born but 18 months ago I was." Again this would have been the ideal ti for a ring of holy light to glow behind him.
"....."
"....."
"You better start making sense real soon or I’ll use these things to send you flying into that wall." Khione’s upper lip was twitching, veins across her body throbbing as an urge to slap Frost into next week bubbled to the surface. This bastard was playing and she wasn’t in the mood. She therefore threatened him with a firm arching of her chest that if he didn’t start making sense then she’d use the topic of their discussion (her breasts) to launch him into the nearby wall.
"....I know you ant that as a threat and I’m well aware of the pain I would feel from such a blow but...co on hitting with your breasts, how is that not a reward." Lust swiftly festered in Frost as he montarily changed his pursuits.
Crack! Crack!
Khione however really wasn’t playing; she loudly cracked her knuckles and stared down at him with an icy glare. "Talk now or you’ll be having an early night." The promise of a hard fist was nowhere near as alluring as being smacked around by a set of massive boobs. Frost thus curbed his growing attraction and continued his explanation, an explanation that was both cheesy and endearing.
"You and I are engaged, our connection despite only knowing one another for a couple days is remarkably strong, as if we were destined to be together, tethered by fate." His words were deeply romantic giving the large threatening woman pause, a slight blush forming across her cheeks as he plucked at her heartstrings.
"24 months ago I wasn’t born but 18 months ago I was and from then your beautiful breasts started to swell...coincidence I think not." Frost flexed his right index finger as though honing in on key information. His earlier romantic words granted him so leeway, so Khione subtly gestured with her chin, signalling him to continue.
"As a bound pair your soul must have resonated with mine, changing you and changing into a form that would illicit the most primal attraction between us." Ok now he was definitely spouting bullshit but once you’re on the tiger it was hard to get off.
"My breasts grew because we are a fated pair and that’s the result you desired." She spoke with an eery calm, as though heralding a coming storm. If Frost didn’t play this right he’d be in for a world of hurt.
"Isn’t it obvious? The bigger you are the better. More of you to hold, to touch, to love." He spread his arms wide, welcoming Khione into his embrace. His eyes filled with love and affection as he looked at her, all of her.
Khione’s lips moved but no sound escaped, she was at an impasse, not knowing whether to hug her lover and relish in his sweet but foolish words or slap the shit out of him for wasting her ti...Eventually though she had her answer.
"Haaaaa how in Nova did I fall for such an idiot." She sighed and shook her head before letting Frost hold her tight against his chest, the sound of his rapid heartbeat bringing a smile to her lips.
"Because despite your persona as the Raging Valkyrie you Khione are a big softie at heart." Frost lightly chuckled as he pulled her in close which resulted in a quiet scoff from the woman in his arms but nothing more.
"A big softie with a great set of ti..."
"Don’t finish that sentence unless you want know what if feels like to be smashed headfirst into one of the palace’s walls."
Frost imdiately clamped his lips, understanding that silence was golden in the current situation. Speak and he’d endure pain, keep mum and he could enjoy the feeling of his lover in his arms....a no brainer really.
They sat entwined for a few minutes before Khione felt the urge to say sothing.
"You know if I choose to believe this bullshit of yours that ans you’re 100% responsible." She squashed those massive breasts of hers that he seed to love against his chest while at the sa ti using her hands to tightly clamp down on his wrists, letting him experience a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"From your tone I can assu you’re not as happy about the results as I am." He squeaked, catching the obvious displeasure in her charming voice.
"Hmm why would I as warrior want my already oversized breasts to beco even larger?" The grip on Frost’s wrists tightened.
"....They can be quite destructive in very, very close combat." Daki had shown him during several of their nightly altercations how effective her breasts could be when it ca to pinning him and or locking down certain areas of his body. With Khione’s size they could even be used as tools for suffocation....not a bad way to go.
Creak!
"Ow ow ow." The bones in his wrists started to creak from the pressure, his answer obviously not being what she wanted to hear.
"Yeah laugh it up little man, I’d like to see how you’d manage lugging these things around 24/7. The unending back pain, the powerful bouncing when you run, the sight of your favourite tops being stretched or torn open after taking too deep a breath. The struggles you have to endure when practising even the simplest of martial arts. Do you know how hard it is to swing my spear with these things hanging off or how annoying it is to not even see your damn feet when you move." Her tone grew more erratic as she spoke, as did the pain he endured.
"O...ok ok I...I get your point Khione so can you please let up on the pressure just a little." He felt as though his wrists were about to be completely crushed, there was definitely a few minute fractures already.
She weakened her grip...slightly.
"You’re right completely right but have you ever thought of trying to use your gifts to your advantage?"
"....What do you an?"
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