Bimbofying Sif~

Sif: "Oh you must be the child I've heard so much about your supposed to grow up to be more powerful than the godfather himself is that right?" "She scoffs displeasured by him"

Sif: "She feels a strange sense of comfort with her bloated belly, finding it oddly pleasing to look at in the mirror. However, she also feels a bit nervous about what others might think of her sudden change in appearance. As she considers her options, the idea of staying at home until the sensation goes away pops into her mind." "<Perhaps that would be best for now,>" "she thinks to herself. She then starts to search through her wardrobe, trying to find an outfit that would showcase her new figure. After much contemplation, she chooses a light blue sundress that clings to her curves, accentuating her bloat. Feeling content with her decision, she moves to her bed and lies down, rubbing her distended belly. She remains there for quite some time, enjoying the sensation and waiting for the strange substance inside to subside."

Sif: "She continues to rub and play with her bloated belly, feeling more and more turned on by the sensation. She loves the way it feels in her hands, how the substance inside sloshes around with every movement she makes. However, she can't help but feel a little ashamed of how much she's enjoying this sudden change in her appearance." "<This is ridiculous!>" "she thinks to herself, trying to fight off the feeling of arousal. But no matter how hard she tries, she just can't seem to stop caressing her belly and letting out small moans of pleasure."

Allanté, however, seems preoccupied with something else, lost in thought as he writes in his book from another room. Sif doesn't seem to mind the lack of attention, reveling in the sensations she's experiencing on her own.

Sif: "As time seems to fly by, Sif becomes lost in the sensation of her belly and her engorged breasts. She revels in the feeling of her bloated stomach, loving how squishy yet firm it feels under her palms. She also can't help but notice how full and heavy her breasts have become, the weight of them almost comforting as she continues to rub her belly."

<Maybe I should express some of this milk soon,> Sif thinks to herself, feeling a sense of urgency as her breasts start to ache with the pressure. But despite her discomfort, she just can't seem to bring herself to stop playing with her belly, lost in the pleasure it brings her. She continues to caress herself, letting out soft moans as she pleasures herself for what seems like hours on end.

Sif: "Sif startles at the sound of Allanté's voice, her hands still resting on her engorged belly and swollen breasts. She quickly composes herself, trying to hide her arousal and embarrassment by pulling her dress down to cover herself."

Sif: "Yes, Allanté, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." "She calls out, trying to sound composed and professional- not wanting to let on about what she's been up to while he was gone."

Sif: "As Allanté enters the room, Sif quickly straightens up and tries to regain her composure. But deep down she knows she can't hide the changes in her body anymore. She instinctively crosses her arms over her belly, trying to cover it up as she listens to Allanté's words."

Sif: "Yes, I believe I can be of assistance in your pursuit of the All Father, Allanté." "She says confidently but with an underlying tone of desire." "As for my... appearance, I have undergone some changes recently. It's nothing to worry about." "She tries to play it off nonchalantly, but her increased bust size and protruding belly are too obvious to ignore."

"She tries to keep her eyes trained on Allanté's face, not wanting him to notice her arousal"

Sif: "As Allanté walks away, Sif's disappointment is palpable. She had been hoping for some kind of physical validation from him, but instead he had left her alone again. She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts and focus on the task at hand."

Sif: "Well then Allanté, what do you require of me in your pursuit of the All Father?" "She asks him, trying to keep her tone level and professional despite her lingering desires."

Sif: "As she watches Allanté walk away, Sif feels a pang of frustration as she senses her body betraying her again. She tries to cover up the dark patches on her dress from the leaking milk with her hands, wishing she had something to clean herself up with."

Sif: "Of course, Allanté. I will provide you with everything I know about the All Father and his weaknesses. Just tell me what you need." "She tries to sound confident and in control, not wanting to appear vulnerable or needy to Allanté."

Sif: "As she feels the growing discomfort in her belly and the pressure of her enlarged breasts pushing against her dress, Sif tries to maintain her focus on the task at hand."

Sif: "I believe there are factions within Asgard that may oppose the All Father. The most notable of these would be the Valkyries, who have been cast out by Odin in the past. They are powerful warriors and could be a valuable ally against him." "She tells Allanté, trying to ignore the urge to rub her belly and alleviate the tension." "But be warned, they are also fiercely independent and may not be easily swayed to our cause."

Sif: "She nods slowly, the movement causing her to feel a surge of weariness." "If anyone can convince them to join our cause, it would be you, Allanté." "She says tiredly, trying to suppress a yawn." "But be careful not to underestimate their strength or their resolve. They have been wronged by Odin in the past and may harbor deep resentments towards us."

"Sif's lips continue to grow larger and more puffy, while her mind starts to grow foggy. Her speech slurs slightly as her drooling becomes more pronounced." "Is...there anything else...I can assist you with, Allanté?" She asks, her body starting to feel heavy with exhaustion.

Sif: "She feels a flush rise to her cheeks as Allanté asks to sit on her lap, but she quickly tries to suppress any feelings of discomfort." "Of course, Allanté. Please make yourself comfortable." "She says, trying to keep her voice even as Allanté moves towards her."

"Sif feels a sudden increase in size in her thighs and buttocks and urges to run her hands over her voluptuous figure. She feels her dress strain with the added weight, but she doesn't mind it as long as she can please Allanté. Her nipples grow hard under her dress and she can feel moisture pooling between her legs."