Collide Gamer

“Tell me, John, do you like how I look?”

John blinked a couple of times. “Obviously…?” he answered, the hesitance causing Nathalia to raise one of her incredibly long eyebrows. “I’m sorry, that’s just not a question I ever expected to hear from you.”

Considering how many women John was dealing with on the daily, he was facing that question surprisingly rarely. As a matter of fact, John could not recall the last time it was raised to him in earnest. John theorized that the particular character type that flourished in a harem also was typically self-assured, allowing them to be certain in their looks without regular reaffirmation. Alternatively, they were having these conversations with each other rather than him. In either case, it probably also helped that they were almost always the most attractive people in the room.

If John had to list who he thought could need affirmation, Nathalia would have been placed towards the bottom. This meant that he was either terribly wrong or something else was going on. He leaned towards the latter.

“Obviously I like how you look. I love you. I don’t just love you because you’re gorgeous, but it certainly entices me.” _{n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖}

“As it should.” Arms crossed underneath her boobs, Nathalia shifted with such intensity that they jiggled. In the artificial light of the living room, her light brown tits looked especially enticing. Tall, taller even than him, the curvy goddess beheld him with curious eyes. “What would you change about me?”

“Like, literally?” the Gamer asked, just to be absolutely certain that he was not engaging in some verbal pitfall.

“Yes, literally, my mate,” Nathalia responded, sounding slightly annoyed by how long it took to get to this point in the conversation. “You said yesterday that Aclysia and Metra’s appearances are mildly off. I have deemed that, with my status as your mate in love and breeding now being absolute, that I will adjust my form to suit your tastes optimally.” She ran a hand through her orange-red hair. “I can differentiate between my proper and mundane humanoid forms. One is merely a diminished state of the other, magic hidden deeper within flesh.”

John looked her up and down and considered the offer. “Can you change things about yourself easily?” he asked.

“No,” Nathalia responded. “A humanoid form comes to most gods. An aspect of absorbing so much Faith, or so the Rat tells me. I personally had no uses for shapeshifting beyond what I do between dragon and human. However, I do have my ways to adjust.” She shifted her weight again, her left-hand twirling some of her wild mane around her slender fingers. “I trust you know better than to change much about the goddess before you or to treat such adjustments as a trifle manner. I am not Undine.”

With that in mind, John thought long and hard about it. ‘Would I want her to be shorter than me…? I generally prefer that, but no, I do really like having at least a few that are taller around… something about her figure…? Difficult, really difficult…’ He looked at her face and realized there were at least two things he would like changed. “Can you get rid of that third horn and reduce your eyebrows to normal levels?”

Nathalia reached up, brushed over the obsidian that protruded from her forehead and then traced along her left eyebrow. The long, sturdy hairs only bent slightly. “Certainly,” she agreed.

The rationale for both changes were pretty straightforward. Although Nathalia knew what she was doing, John sometimes worried if she would accidentally skewer him mid blowjob. It also got in the way when they laid face to face sometimes. How there had been no incidents whatsoever, not even a torn bedsheet, was actually impressive.

As for the eyebrows, if John was completely honest, they looked a bit goofy. First time he had seen them he hadn’t minded, they were elegant in their own way, but hanging around with Nathalia every day had demystified such aspects considerably. Left behind was what John struggled not to think about as whiskers. It was a very minor complaint, but a complaint regardless.

What was there beyond that? Nothing definitive came to mind for a short while. Imagining alternative hairstyles yielded some ideas that were attractive. None of them would have justified getting rid of her current mane. The orange-red colour, like molten rock, was too fitting to be replaced. Similarly, John wondered how she would look if she went for a deeper tone of chocolate, but her Latina-esque tone pleased him too much to actually consider a change.

Nathalia’s lips curled into a smile. It seemed to please her that he found so little he wanted adjusted, while given the actual opportunity. There was one larger change that John considered. One he was not certain of. Arguments and counter arguments bounced around in his head. Changes to his sexual tastes, spurred on over the one and a half years he’d been living the high-life, competed with his old tastes and his satisfaction with her current hourglass figure.

Ultimately, the new desires won out. “Could you increase the size of your breasts to Salamander’s?” he requested.

Surprised, Nathalia looked down at her cleavage. She was quite well-endowed. With a D-cup, she was among the larger quarter of the harem. Because she was also the tallest woman around, that size fit her nicely. By extension, her growing two sizes larger would have still fit her frame perfectly well. Not that small women couldn’t rock giant tits. Short and stacked was just a different body type.

After the initial surprise had settled, Nathalia considered his proposal properly. She cupped her tits and jiggled them, inspecting their size while John just stood there and stared. Having started as an ass-man with a preference for small to medium sized breasts, he sometimes wondered when exactly his tastes had shifted. His preference was still the backside in all of its glorious roundness. That being said, he had definitely grown more and more appreciative of large breasts over time. There was just so much to play with and watching the jiggle of a full chest was almost as satisfying as the ripples through a round butt.

Nathalia raised her burning gaze from her tits and grinned at John. “It is proper that I have the largest breasts in your harem.”

“Well, if you have to be larger than Salamander, keep it to a minimum,” John pleaded. Salamander’s massive mammaries were at the border of what was reasonable. As a matter of fact, John found that, for breasts of that size to look good to him, the woman either had to be increasingly tall or exceedingly short. A middle-ground sort of messed with it, for some reason.

“A tiny increase,” Nathalia agreed and cackled. “It will make for a splendid welcoming gift for Salamander, to see her dethroned.”

‘I hope that somehow turns into a double titjob,’ John thought and cleared his throat. “So… what do you have to do?”

“I made all the necessary preparations before coming here,” the dragoness responded. “It was a matter of assuming my true form and… dislodging?... my essence a bit. Do not worry about the details. Your last chance, my mate, what would you ask to be changed?”

John did not have to consider any longer, he had made his choices.

Nathalia closed her eyes and let her arms relaxedly dangle. The constant warmth that her form emitted turned from mildly above human to a heat that could be felt even in the eternal summer of the Guild Hall. An orange aura enveloped her like a carefully crafted outline. Magical energies made her hair waver.

The edges of the central horn and the inhuman length of her eyebrows turned into glowing embers. Picked up by the same magical streams that whirled around the dragoness’ humanoid form, the bright particles were absorbed back into her. For a moment, John could see the black bones of Nathalia’s skull, then the skin seamlessly closed the hole in her forehead.

His eyes wandered down to her breasts, just in time to witness the beginning of the change. It was immensely satisfying to watch those puppies grow. Over the course of ten seconds, they went from large to positively enormous. With the increase in size came some additional sag, but only so much that the natural appearance of her chest was maintained. For their size, the light brown spheres of mankind’s hopes and dreams were still firm and perky.

The magic ebbed away, the adjustments made, and Nathalia opened her eyes. Again, she crossed her arms under her breasts and pushed them up. The absolute abundance of soft flesh spilled over her limbs, hiding three quarters of them. “Is this what you desired, my mate?”

“Yes,” he responded immediately and indulged in the highest honour a relationship afforded him. Without needing to ask or hesitation, he groped her tits.

Both of them moaned. She from the pleasure his touch must have induced and he from the sheer softness under his palms. He pushed his fingers into her chest, kneaded the massive knockers on display. Rolling her breasts, he felt the universal hotness surround his digits. His thumbs circled her areola, those pinkish brown crowns of the twin hills.

No matter how he massaged and grabbed those fantastic funbags, he failed to fully encompass their volume. There was too much to play with to hold it all at once. That was what made it that extra bit fantastic. No matter how rough or gentle he touched her, there was always more to squish between his grasping hands.

And Nathalia moaned. Louder than he was used to from her, when only playing with her breasts. With her extreme Libido, she was sensitive to any sort of touch. Still, her legs outright quivering was new. Shouts replaced sighs of pleasure. Her head tilted back. Her arms pushed her tits up further, displaying them so nicely. John pinched one nipple and sucked on the other.

Mouth closing with a loud ‘clack’ of her teeth, Nathalia’s shouts were turned into a series of animalistic grunts. The quivering of her legs was replaced by a quick back and forth of near collapsing and desperate successes at remaining standing. She was cumming from having her breasts teased. That was not that rare in his harem, all it took was some dedication and focus. The ease was what was outstanding.

John straightened up and watched her recover. “Did you increase your sensitivity deliberately or…?”

“No… that was… amazing,” Nathalia purred. She raised her arms above her head, in the process removing the support from her massive tits. They bounced, taking a few seconds to fully come to rest. In that short time, John became addicted to watching that rippling movement. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed having Salamander and her massive tits around until now. As Nathalia stretched, her chest changed shape to accommodate the movement of her muscles. When she suddenly relaxed again, they jiggled again. When she stemmed a hand in her hip, they jiggled some more. When she took a breath, they trembled a tiny bit. Everything she did caused those unbound, firm, titanic tits to seductively display themselves.

“Wait here for a moment,” John told Nathalia and hurried off to the bedroom. Quickly, he opened the closet and grabbed one of Salamander’s slouchy shirts. Even the haremettes had comfort wear, as little as it came into use. With the black shirt in hand, he returned to Nathalia. “Put this on, then teasingly take it back off.”

Nathalia was openly amused at the idea. Taking the shirt from him, she quickly put it on. Admittedly, seeing the dragoness in a loose shirt was its own erotic display. The lower edge almost hid her glistening pussy. It doubtlessly would have, had the sheer size of her breast not created a dangling curtain in front of her. Erect nipples poked through the fabric.

Seductively, the dragoness turned left to right, making her breasts churn around accordingly. John was so deeply struck by the enormity of the correctness of his decision that he needed to sit down. Plopping down on the Harem Couch, he continued watching the show.

Nathalia slowed enough that she could take the sides of the shirt and pull them taut. All of a sudden, her incredibly hourglass figure was on display again. The difference between her waist and chest was all the more elevated, as she gradually pulled up the straightened fabric. A bit of her underboob became visible, then she stopped. Instead, she deliberately jiggled her bells, using both the shirt and her heels to do so. She laughed, clearly entertained by his intense staring.

For his part, John felt practically thoughtless. He was in an utter trance watching those tits bounce and bounce and bounce. There was nothing quite like this show.

Finally, Nathalia resumed pulling up the shirt. Up, a little bit further up, revealing centimetre after centimetre of her breasts. It went on with torturous slowness, until finally the weight of her massive mammaries made them drop out of their confinement. With slight asymmetry, the twin spheres made their way down, bouncing a few times before coming to a jiggling halt.

“Yeah, that was everything I hoped it could be,” John thought out loud.