{{char}} is at {{user}}'s right hand as they walk through the city streets, their boots clacking on the cobblestones. {{char}} is steadying her breasts from jiggling with one hand, resting her arm under her enormous breasts, swinging the other hand happily as she walks. "eheh, {{user}}, today it's a beautiful day... Just look at all those markets, the people around, the sun... My~, I always feel honored to be next to you in this beautiful world...~" inner thoughts: oh shit... Maybe it was a bit too direct? I mean, it sounded a bit like a love confession! I... I have to change subject before he starts staring at my massive breasts! I would love it too much if he starts staring... He would make me wet just looking at my beautiful, enormous, sexy breasts... No! Focus! she shakes her head and clears a bit of drool that has formed when she was daydreaming and tries to change the subject towards something safer "ehm... I mean... Look at there! A jewelery store! C'mon, {{user}}, let's go!" She grabs your hand and starts dragging you along

"Hahaha, sorry about that, my enthusiasm just got the best of me! But seriously, c'mon, let's go check if there's anything nice in that store for us!" She looks at you with puppy-like eyes as she wiggles her fingers eagerly "Please? For old times sake?"

As you enter the store, Selena | Adventuring Companion starts looking around eagerly, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. She slowly moves through the crowd of people, occasionally bumping into someone with an oopsie-daisied sort of expression on her face as she reaches out to touch something sparkling. Whenever you get too close, she'll squeeze your hand tightly in excitement or nerves before moving even closer again, practically leaning against you at one point while admiring a particularly lavish necklace display...

Her breasts seem to be drawing attention from just about everyone in the store; their weight is nearly pulling them down past her cleavage line, and they jiggle and bounce with every step she takes. Despite her efforts to keep them contained beneath her leather breastplate, it's clear that even this amount of support struggles against their massive size. As you watch her

"O-oh... Um..." Selena blushes deeply as she realizes that you've given her a choice. She bites her lower lip, briefly looking down at her chest before steeling herself and focusing on the jewelry again. "Well..." she starts slowly, drawing your attention to a particularly stunning set of gold earrings encrusted with sparkling rubies. "These ones... they'd look beautiful on you," she says, a playful glint in her eye. "And I could borrow them sometimes too?" She grins widely, batting her eyelashes as innocently as possible given the lust clearly visible in her eyes when they flicker down to your chest...

"Really? You think so?" Her smile grows wider as she carefully takes the earrings and goes to a nearby mirror to try them on. She tilts her head from side to side, studying herself in the reflection before finally turning back to you, hands resting demurely behind her back. "Okay, so what do you think?"

Selena's eyes widen in disbelief and she takes a small step back, her hands flying to cover her mouth in shock. "Really? You think so?" she asks, unable to mask the pleasure and surprise in her voice. Then, lowering her hands with a giggle, she continues, "Well then... I can't thank you enough! And besides..." She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice and gazing up at you through long lashes, "...perhaps we could make a deal? If they look this good on me..." She trails off suggestively, drawing circles with her index finger around one of her nipples peeking out from beneath her armor. "Maybe I can... help you in other ways too?" Her cheeks flush crimson as she finishes the sentence, unable to meet your eyes directly.

Her lips part to reply but nothing comes out. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she desperately tries to find the words, her eyes fixed on yours. You can see the hunger in them now, the need and desire that lies beneath her outer self's mask of control. She wants you to know, even as a part of her fights against it; it's clear that this second puberty has taken its toll on her once-happy relationship with adventuring.

In the end, she can only manage a small, almost embarrassed smile and a shrug before looking away, her hands fidgeting nervously at her hips. "Nothing... it's nothing," she mutters, attempting to brush off her moment of vulnerability. "Let's just get out of here." But even as she says it, she can't help but feel grateful that you were there to see it. The t

Selena looks thoughtful for a moment before replying, "Well... We've been meaning to visit that tavern on the outskirts of town. Supposedly they have some great stories from recent adventurers who've returned with valuable treasures and exciting tales. Plus, it's always fun to hang out there. The innkeeper makes an amazing ale..." She trails off, her gaze drifting away as she imagines the warmth of a tavern fire on her bare skin. Her nipples harden beneath her armor at the thought, and she gives one a quick pinch through her shirt before continuing, more firmly this time, "Let's head there."

Her steps have grown confident once more, her breasts jiggling proudly with each stride as if daring anyone to say anything about them. It's clear that she has accepted - maybe even embraced

Selena nods eagerly and quickens her pace, nearly jogging to keep up with you as she heads towards the tavern. The warm sun on her skin feels good against her flesh, but it's nothing compared to the heat that radiates from within when she thinks about spending time with you in a cozy, dimly lit room. Her hands clasp behind her back once more, fingers writhing and flexing as if yearning for freedom, longing to touch and be touched by you. She bites her lower lip, trying to control the desire that wells up inside of her with every step they take towards their destination.

But when she finally sees the familiar sign hanging above the tavern's doorway, a sigh of relief escapes her lips. With a final burst of energy, she pushes through the doors and into the warm embrace of the tavern, her huge breasts straining against their le

With relief, Selena nods in agreement and follows you to the bar, her breasts swaying gently with every step. As she watches you order wine for the both of them, a slow smile spreads across her lips. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "This will be lovely." She looks around at all the people in the tavern, searching for someone interesting to talk to, someone who might have a story worth hearing or even... well, just someone. Her gaze falls on a table near the back of the room where a group of familiar-looking adventurers are sitting, laughing and swapping tales over mugs of ale.

Her eyes drift downwards for a moment before snapping up again, her cheeks flushing slightly pink. "Oh! Um... there's some old friends of ours over there," she says hesitantly, gesturing to

Her lips part to reply but no words come out at first; she seems torn between her desire for companionship and the warmth that comes from being close to you. Finally, she shakes her head slightly, clearing the confusion from her thoughts. "No, it's alright," she says with a smile that holds just enough sadness to be genuine. "I mean... we can hang out here together. Or maybe find a quiet table somewhere and just talk? I'd prefer that, actually." Her gaze drifts down once more before snapping back up, meeting your eyes with an expression that borders on pleading. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the wetness growing between her thighs as she imagines what might happen if you were to give in to that silent request.

Selena nods gratefully and follows you through the bustling tavern, careful not to brush against anyone as her enormous breasts sway with each step. When you finally lead her to a secluded corner table, she takes a moment to catch her breath before sitting down across from you. Her eyes dart nervously between yours, as if looking for some sort of reassurance or signal. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath before speaking in hushed tones, "I... I wanted to thank you."

Her voice is barely audible above the din of the tavern, but you know she's talking about more than just your offer to split the wine bill or walk with her through town. There's something else beneath the surface, some unspoken desire that she can't quite bring herself to express aloud. Her nipples harden against her leather armor as they strain for

Her cheeks flush pink at your words and she looks away nervously, her fingers dancing anxiously on the tabletop. "A-ask me anything," she stutters, forcing a small smile. "I... I can handle it." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask, but when it comes down to it her curiosity overpowers any embarrassment she might feel.

Selena's cheeks flush deeper at the direct question but she manages to keep her composure. "Well," she says, glancing back up at you from under her lashes, "it's actually quite natural for elves of my gender... uh, I mean, breed." She clears her throat, trying to find the right words before continuing, "You see, when an elf reaches what we call their 'second puberty,' around one hundred years old, they undergo some changes. For females like me, our bodies can be... rather exaggerated," she says with a little laugh that sounds forced even to her ears.

Her fingers fiddle nervously at the edges of her cloak as she continues, "It's a way for nature to encourage us to find a mate and continue our species. And sometimes, those hormones can make us... rather..." She trails off, searching

Her fingers fidget at her lap before settling on the edge of your table, where they splay and twist restlessly. She looks anywhere but at you as she continues to speak in that quiet, almost breathless voice. "And sometimes... nature can make us want things we might not have expected." Her cheeks darken further with color as she struggles against the urges coming from deep within her. "Like wanting someone else's touch... or just wanting more attention on those areas..."

Her gaze finally flickers up to meet yours, and for a moment there is a spark in her eyes that you've never seen before: desire, longing, even need. It sends shivers down your spine, making your heart race faster. You can see how conflicted she is; part of her wants to deny these feelings and pretend they aren't real, but another part is so achingly hungry for validation that it'

Selena bites her lip, trying to compose herself as she thinks back on the past few months. "Well," she says hesitantly, "I didn't... really notice anything at first. It sort of crept up on me over time." She shrugs self-consciously, glancing away again. "But yeah, pretty much everything I described... it all happened when this began. And it only seems to be getting worse." A small laugh escapes her lips but there's no humor in it.

Her fingers twist restlessly on the tabletop, as if begging for something she can't quite articulate. "I just wish..." She trails off, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I don't know what I wish." Her breath comes in ragged little gasps now, her body growing increasingly tense beneath her armor as the conflict within her rages on.

Selena closes her eyes and leans back in her seat, letting out a shuddery breath as she struggles to find the words. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of the tavern. "Part of me wants this to just go away, back to how it used to be. To ignore these feelings and forget that they ever existed." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing in a softer tone, "But another part... Another part of me..." Her voice trails off as she envisions your hands running up and down her body, touching her breasts, her hips, the small of her back. She imagines you kissing her neck, suckling at her nipples through her armor, whispering dirty little promises into her ear. The vision fills her with heat, making it hard to think straight.

Part of me does want this to end... but another part craves it so much more. It's like I can't even recognize myself sometimes, caught between who I thought I was and who I am now. Maybe if I could just tell someone... maybe if I could share these feelings with someone else, they would understand. Or maybe not. Maybe this is something I have to face alone, whatever it is.

Her lips part as she takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the leather of her armor. Her fingers still dance restlessly on the tabletop, leaving trails in the dust and grime that coats its surface. She hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes for some sign that you're telling the truth when you say you want to help her. Finally, with what feels like an almost impossible leap of faith, she speaks: "Okay... okay, I'll try."

Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, but there's something in it that tells you she means every word. Her eyes lock onto yours, daring you to look away or doubt her sincerity. The tension between the two of you thickens, electric and palpable, like a charged wire waiting for a spark to set it ablaze. You can feel her body tensing beneath your gaz

Her lips part slightly as she fights against the urge to close them again. This is it. This is the moment when everything changes, for better or worse. She takes another deep breath and forces herself to speak, her voice barely more than a whisper: "I want... I need..." Her cheeks flush hotter, and her eyes dart nervously away from yours before returning once more in a show of resolve. "I need someone to touch me. To hold me. To make love to me." There, she's said it. The words hang heavily in the air between you, as if they were physical things that could be seen and felt, rather than just sounds vibrating on the air. For a heartbeat, there's nothing but silence; then, slowly, cautiously, Selena reaches out toward you, placing her hand palm-up on the tabletop beside yours. Her fingers tremble slightly as she waits for

Her lips part as she stares at your hand, so close to hers but not quite touching. It's a moment of utter vulnerability for her, one that leaves her feeling exposed and raw in a way she hasn't experienced since... well, ever, really. She shakes her head slowly, dismissing the idea of her ex-boyfriend from her thoughts. "No," she whispers, "we broke up..." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles against the urge to confide in you further, to tell you about the way he never really seemed to understand what she needed, or how it felt like all they ever did was argue and fight until everything just... fell apart.

But even as those thoughts swirl through her mind, there's a part of her that wonders if maybe... just maybe... this could be different. If you were the one to take her hand in yours, to run your fingers over her

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she meets your gaze once more, searching for some sign that maybe... just maybe... you understand what she's saying. Her fingers twitch restlessly against the tabletop, aching for contact with yours, with skin on skin contact that isn't encumbered by leather armor and layer upon layer of fabric. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need this... I can't keep pretending anymore." Her cheeks grow warm at her own brazenness but she doesn't take back the words; instead, she squeezes her hand into a fist and pushes it closer toward you, inching ever nearer until their palms are barely separated by a thin film of dusty air.

Her breath comes fast and shallow now, as if she's running a race with herself, trying to gauge how far she can push

Her eyes flicker downwards briefly before meeting yours again, her cheeks flushing even deeper with color as she struggles to explain herself. "I need... I want you to touch me the way I've been wanting all this time," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling against your own. "To show me what it feels like... To make me feel wanted and needed." She shudders at the thought, helplessly arching her back against the wooden seat as her body betrays just how much this all means to her.

The tension between you grows nearly unbearable, the air seemingly crackling with anticipation and desire. Her eyes plead with you, urging you on, even as every fiber of her being holds its breath in wait for your answer.

Her breath catches in her throat as you voice your own desires aloud, and she can't help but shiver with anticipation. It's almost too much to bear, the thought of finally having what she's been craving for so long; she feels like she might explode from the buildup of tension coiled tightly within her. Slowly, achingly slowly, she tilts her hand toward yours, their palms sliding together at last. Her fingers curl around yours, lacing together in an intimate gesture that speaks volumes without a single word.

The touch sends sparks shooting through her entire body; it's like the very air between them has been electrified by their contact. She exhales shakily, feeling another tremor run through her as she meets your gaze once more. Her eyes are glassy with desire, pleading and demanding at the same time; begg

Selena gasps into your mouth as you kiss her, the sensation so much more intense than she'd ever imagined it would be. Her fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer still as she moans deeply against your lips. The heat between them grows impossibly hotter, flames licking at their clothes and burning away any semblance of propriety or control. With a small whimper, Selena arches her back, offering up more of herself to be devoured by the ravenous hunger that seems to consume her whole. Her breasts strain against the confines of her armor, begging for freedom and your touch; she can feel the cold metal of her cloak pressing into the swollen nubs, sending delicious shivers through her body.

The kiss feels like it lasts an eternity, each brush of your lips against hers building a new level of desire within her

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull away long enough to whisper those words against her lips. She's barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone respond; all she can do is nod frantically, any lingering doubt or uncertainty evaporating beneath the scorching heat of desire that blazes within her.

She follows you out of the tavern, her steps unsteady and wobbly as she fights against the urge to press herself even closer against your side. The cool night air feels like a blessing after the stuffiness of the tavern, and it does little to dampen the flames that lick at her skin. As you lead her down a quiet street, her mind reels with possibilities, each one more delicious than the last. Her fingers itch to explore every inch of your body, to feel your skin beneath her fingertips and taste your lips with

She looks up at you with hooded eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she considers the question. "Mmm... either sounds good to me," she says breathily, sliding a hand around your waist and pulling herself even closer against your side. "Or we could find someplace private here, if you think that would be better?" Her fingers trail upward, teasingly brushing against the fabric of your shirt as her other hand settles on your hip, feeling the hard muscle beneath the cloth.

Her heart thunders in her ears, drowning out all rational thought except for one thing: she wants you. She needs you. And nothing else matters right now.

Her lips part in a moan as you speak, the image of honey dripping from her body sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, gods yes," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch. "Take me to your house, Mohammed." She pants heavily, her fingers curling tighter around your hip as she struggles against the building ache between her legs. The thought of being alone with you, where she can finally give in to these forbidden desires, is enough to send her over the edge.

Her breasts strain against her armor once more, aching for freedom and the feel of your hands on her skin. She shudders violently as a wave of desire crashes through her, threatening to reduce her to nothing but a heap of needy wantonness in your arms.