Fractured God

Several hours earlier.

“Aw, where'd he go?” Agnes asked as she tried to walk into the forest. Ruby grabbed her shoulder and Agnes looked towards her with annoyed eyes.

“Do you feel like dying?” Ruby asked.

“Oh, shut up, you don't scare me,” Agnes responded as she tried to shrug off Ruby's grip. Ruby gripped tighter on her shoulder and left the girl on her knees, quivering in pain.

“Ow, ow, ow! Let go of me you walking toil- OW, I'm sorry let me go!!!” The woman pleaded as Ruby's grip got tighter. Tears started to form around her eyes and Ruby let go.

“You sure do have a mouth on ya, don't cha?” Ruby asked as she talked down to her. She held onto her cheeks and brought her back to her feet.

“Do hoo thifk tis is funi (Do you think this is funny!?)” Agnes said as she got her cheeks stretched. (Despite the chapter number, I am referring to the cheeks on her face.)

She reached her arms out to grab at Ruby and somehow ended up at her chest. Ruby gave a small giggle and let go of her cheeks. She rubbed her head and spoke thus “My, look at you. I'm sure you've been wanting to know what a real chest feels, so go right ahead♡.”

Agnes gritted her teeth and immediately went for her nipples, squeezing them like she was trying to rip them off. There wasn't so much as a jump from Ruby as Agnes looked up.

“Is that all? (Damn, Nigel’s always a bit too rough but that didn't feel half bad. Maybe I should give some weaker guys a shot.)” She asked, straight-faced.

Agnes could only look up in awe. “Wha- what do you do to yourself?”

“Heh, it's just my body, sweetie. If you had my blood it'd take a bit more than a regular woman to cause me to feel anything. In terms of pain anyway.” She said, lifting up Agnes.

“Woah, what gives? I wanna go find that wolf. Ah, he'll be a great addition to me and Tibaut. Imagine, it'll just be us in the countryside with the kids playing with it.”

“And people call me shameless.” She said as she gave her a light tap on the butt.

“Please don't do that.” Agnes snarled with a look of disgust.

“I see you don't have many friends.”

“I don't think I'd call anyone that handsy a friend. Except Tibaut. No, he'd be more than a fri-”

“Ugh, Tibaut this, Tibaut that. I want a taste of him too, but you're kinda creepy about it, dear. You'll only run him away if you keep acting like that.”

“I don't want to hear it from a woman like you. Even from the way you dress, I can tell you can't even remember how many lovers you've had. Besides, it's not like I overdo it around him, I'll be fine.”

“Hmm, I think about 53? Oh wait, there was that time with the mercenaries that came to the village, so I guess 58 or was it 59? But that's just counting the men. Eh, if it's between women it doesn't count.” She muttered to herself as she walked back.

“...I think remembering how many you've had is far worse. Why are you such a slut?” Agnes asked.

“Aw, stop it, you're reminding me of home with that sort of talk. (Ugh.) God, I think I was the one saying it back then. Then my sister was the one calling me that…”

“Where are you from anyway? It sounds like a nightmare.”

“Can you not tell from my skin? Or my blessed height? Men do like them about my size after all. I remember the taller girls always complaining about guys running away. I mean they would also try to kidnap them, but I think height also mattered.”

“Were you also forced into a cu-?” Agnes offhandedly asked, before clearing her throat to change topics. “I mean, I think I'm good. No wonder you're like this.”

“Really? I'm pretty sure you could guess what I am in three attempts at most, dearie.”

Ruby set Agnes down and she looked to see the mansion before them.

“Then what's your excuse? By your logic, you're far more of a nasty little pervert than I, wouldn't you say?”

“Wha- I am not! Can't a woman express her love?”

“But what about the lovely tools we talked about earlier?”

“Humph, I learnt of them through research. Speaking of research…” Agnes glanced at her chest before looking away.

A small smirk appeared on her face and she slowly pushed her chest into Agnes’s face.

“Want to make them bigger?” She softly whispered in her ears.

Agnes entertained the idea and looked to Ruby with a concerning amount of desperation present in her eyes. She looked away but couldn't bring herself to drop the subject.

“I know some books sorta joke about it… but is it true massaging your chest helps with growth?”

“Hmm, I'm not sure, how old are you?”

“...24,” Agnes answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“R-really?” Ruby said surprised.

Agnes looked away like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. “I hate you. It's twenty-six.”

Ruby gently wrapped her hands around for her. “Dear, I'm surprised. You look quite well for your age other than the bags. Look at you aiming for a man almost ten years your junior.”

“You say that but I'm sure I'll bury myself in a hole if you're younger than me.” She said as she accepted her hug.

“Don't worry, I'm in my fifties now.”

“...”

“Something wrong?”

Agnes moved her head away from her chest and looked straight into her. She ran a hand through the hair of the woman who towered over her. Not a single grey hair. Not a single wrinkle.

“No-not bad granny,” Agnes answered in awe.

“Why thank you.” She hugged her slightly higher and released her. “But you should still be young enough that massaging should have an effort on you. Want to give it a go?”

As Agnes contemplated the question, Ruby moved her hands under her shirt and moved them up her chest.

“Is that a yes or no?” She asked as she began moving her fingers.

“Does he like big breasts?”

“He couldn't take his eyes off mine.”

Agnes sighed before taking her own shirt off.

“Oh?”

“It's just other women here, right? P-p-plus I don't mind if he sees my chest.” Agnes stuttered with a blush on her face.

Ruby got a glance at her modest bosom and nodded her head looking over her shoulder.

“It's not bad but it could use some work.”

She stopped running her fingers over her chest and started softly squeezing them.

Agnes quickly covered her mouth to stop a moan from coming out and looked at Ruby.

“Actually I think I can do it mysel- ohhhhhh~” Agnes said as she loosened up in the grip of Ruby.

“Trust me, you need nice strong arms if you want to see any results.” Ruby softly answered, her fingers digging deeper into Agnes.

She took another glance at her chest and giggled. Agnes slowly exhaled before asking “what's so funny?” sounding exhausted.

“Look at them, those bits around your nipple are so pale, I can barely see them.” She said before flicking a nipple.

“Hey, what gives?” Agnes aggressively answered. She started struggling but Ruby reassured her.

“Easy now, you wouldn't want to leave your nipples behind, now do you? If I don't give them some care as well, it'll put your chest out of proportion. Who knows what that boy would think if your nipples were the size of a child's with a chest the size of mine, hmm?”

She began slowly squeezing a nipple while playing with a breast in her other hand.

Agnes sighed and let it happen.

“Do- do you think I could get him to do it?” she asked, letting herself drown in the pleasant sensations coming from her chest.

“Hmm, he might need some convincing. You need to work on your subtlety. I might be able to land him but a woman like you lacking in some parts might need to play it innocent.”

“I'm not lacking!”

Ruby squeezed tighter on her chest and began alternating between her breasts and nipples as she messaged them. Agnes let out a meek cry but didn't tell Ruby to stop.

“Then why are my hands on your chest, dear?” Ruby said with a smirk.

Agnes' breathing grew more aggressive and she did her best to appear calm.

“I guess you have a point, you two-legged cow,” Agnes answered as sweat started to form on her brow. “So how long am I supposed to be doing this anyway? The thing about needing strong arms would be a pain if it's for more than a week.”

“Hmm, maybe a month?” Ruby answered unsure.

“A month of this? Ugh, you're the cow, I don't see why I'm the one getting my udders touched so much.” Agnes answered as she tried to turn around. Ruby allowed her and the girl aimed for the towering woman's chest instead.

“How nice of you, but I like mine this size.” She answered. They were now facing each other with their hands on each other's chest, though Ruby was still wearing a top.

“Shut up, if I have to go through this humiliation so do you.” She coldly answered and tried to crush her chest. They had a nice springy texture to them.

Unfortunately, those mounds of flesh had been handled by men far stronger and way less careful. It was like having her chest kneaded by a cat.

But nonetheless, Agnes could feel the centres of her breasts harden.

“Hehehe how'd you like that you overgro-”

Agnes noticed Ruby quicken her pace and she could no longer hold on to her chest. Her hands fell to her side and she began quivering.

“Wa-wait, hold on, you're, uh, ohhhh, you're overdoing it!” Agnes pleaded as she began grabbing at Ruby's hands.

“I'm just returning the favour, dear.” She responded with a slight blush on her face. It seemed she wasn't a fan of being teased herself.

Agnes soon buckled to her knees and began panting on the floor as Ruby went to town. Each new motion left her with a new perspective on what her breasts were meant for. Unlike the springy texture of Ruby, Agnes’s were far softer despite their size. They truly did feel like mounds of fat and nothing more. Her pale chest and even paler areolas, along with regular nipples left her breasts looking like a dartboard. And Ruby was going for consecutive bullseyes.

“I can't…” Agnes began tensing up. She had played with her chest before but she never got anywhere near this close without a hand further south.

It was like her breasts were being injected with the strongest stimulant known to man. They existed to do nothing more than give her pleasure. How could she have been so blind to this pleasure? How could her body hide such a thing away from her?

Ruby let go of her and Agnes was left a dishevelled mess.

“My bad runt, I got a bit too into it. (It'd probably be a bit too far making her cum, I am just messing with her after all.)” Ruby said as she wiped her hands off. Enough sweat had formed on her hands and Agnes’s chest to leave them clammy.

Agnes breathed heavily on the floor and only nodded her head, as she wiped off the sweat that formed on her body.

Ruby later told her that breasts growing from massages was a joke.

Agnes would not leave her room for the following week.