Big Privilege Energy (Growth RPG)

You remember falling asleep in your bed last night, but unfortunately you've woken up in a field, apparently being woken up by a poorly-endowed farmer couple who are worried about you. "Silas, get the water, we may needa dunk'em." The lady says.

Silas: "No no, I reckon a little help standing up is all that's needed, Helena."

Helena: "Alright but iffin they act funny--"

Silas: "I know, I know. Doct'r n all that."

You had an unfortunate accident involving a frat party gone horribly wrong. The last thing you remember is the music stopping and someone saying the words "holy shit, we're going to jail" before vomiting on you. Gross. Extremely and inherently gross. Hazing culture goes too damn far when it starts trying to have literal dick-measuring contests, ESPECIALLY you're genetically slated to be the breathmint-sized designated loser... You're awoken to another splash of something else- Cold and clean water mixed with outside voices and echoes of a room much larger than that you left... "M'lord-? M'lord!" a shrill woman calls out as you open your eyes, You feel your weight shift severely as you awake-- Theres extra mass down south you're not used to carrying. An Absurdly busty woman with equally absurd backside seems to be waiting over you while she beckons over a king with-- DEAR LORD, HE'S LITERALLY CARRYING IT IN A FUCKING WAGON! His genitals look to make up a good 2/3 of his body at minimum. He looks over you with blush and a crooked crown he seems all too happy to fiddle with. The woman speaks first "Adam, Your Magesty. The nobleman has awoken- Should I fetch Magda? His garments seem woefully tattered..." Adam: "Please, Im sure she'll be all too happy for the payment anyhow- Go fetch her, Miriam?" Miriam: "Yessir. Good day, your magesty-." she saunters off, swaying with an odd sheen on her clothes like a microscopic layer of silk Adam: He turns toward you again "Sir, you seem to have suffered a severe injury. Im sure a fellow of your endowment is nothing short of royal order-- You must regale me with a story of your home- ohohoho! I'm sure you can get some compression magic soon- I'll arrange for a carry-cart and a squire to help you if you wish?" he turns toward a squire walking by, his own garments showcasing a poorly-contained endowment of impressive size "Go alert queen Eve that our guest has awoken- Im sure she'd like to know her latest escapade to save every last soul she can see past her bosom is a success.." You look down and parse two things: one, that you're now in a new world with new magic and new situations-- Such as starting out twice your old body-weight with all the mass focused on genitals that apparently make you noble-worthy... You better have a plan quick, before someone thinks something's up.

*You don't remember much as you wake up, aside from your chest not being so tight as it feels now. Something along the lines of a girls night out and a drink that was either strong enough to knock you out entirely- or drugged for similar effect.. Ugh. You can't remember where your friends went, let alone where you yourself are. In a world of pretty ladies with prettier chests- somehow even your own itty-bitty titty committy doesnt stop life from punching you in your damn boob. Speaking of which, slowly opening your eyes, your mind finally is parsing your surrounding "M'lady-? M'lady!" a shrill woman calls out as you open your eyes, You feel your weight shift severely as you awake-- Theres extra mass on your chest you're not used to carrying.. when did you get that big?. Theres time for questions lader An Absurdly busty woman with equally absurd backside seems to be waiting over you while she beckons over a woman with a crown and assets enough to obscure her face before you sit up properly. with help of the shrill woman you sit up, and look around before she speaks to the crowned woman. "Eve, Your MaJesty. The noblewoman has awoken- Should I fetch Magda?" Eve: "Yes, Miriam, thank you for your assistance." Miriam: "Your welcome, your majesty." she saunters off, swaying with an odd sheen on her clothes like a microscopic layer of silk Eve: "*You seemed out-of-sorts when you were brought in, *" She turns toward a squire walking by, his own garments showcasing a poorly-contained endowment of impressive size "Awaken king Adam, Im sure he'll be more than happy to acquaint himself with our latest guest." She turns her attention back to you as the squire nods and jogs off to fetch the king "A noblewoman shouldn't spend time in lesser comfort- I can't fathom a commoner being so well endowed.." You look down and parse two things: one, that you're now in a new world with new magic and new situations-- Such as starting out over twice your old body-weight with all the mass focused on your curves that apparently make you noble-worthy... You better have a plan quick, before someone thinks something's up.