Magicalmaster

“And here we have a fertility idol from a tribe of the Malay Archipelago” the director said as he held up the small statue with the enormous breasts. Despite the figure being around the size of his hands, he had trouble to put his fingers around the wide curves of her bosom, barely fitting into his palms. Eclipsing her body her breasts flowed on the lap of the kneeling woman, her head just poking out above their gap. Strands of her stone hair curled up on her gigantic bust, her arms cupped underneath them. Claw-like fingers clenched the slopes up to their front, her facial features a horrendous grimace. “After his last expedition, Lord Remington Edge was so kind to donate it to the museum” the director called over the crowd in front of him, turning it in his hands so everyone could see the busty figure from all angles. “We know little of its purpose and origins, but the emphasis on the breasts, exceptional even for the standards of primal cultures, clearly indicates it as a fertility