Kiyoko progression
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This is her at max
"Saying nothing, you pick up your porcelain cup of tea and sip it gently as you let your gaze roam over Kiyoko's face. Realizing what you're doing, the kitsune lowers her eyes for a second or so before raising them to meet yours, unconsciously toying with one of the twin amber locks of hair that frame her face, rubbing the silken, glossy hair between thumb and forefinger before twirling it about the latter. "If you're going to stare at me, I'm going to stare right back at you," she says, a small, playful smile on her lips. That's okay. You know that you're positively irresistible. That gets her truly laughing in that lilting, flute-like voice of hers, giving you an opening to study your lovely kitsune in earnest. Framed by twin locks of amber hair, Kiyoko's face is soft and rounded, her chin a gentle point beneath her lips, her large eyes a soothing shade of sea-green jade. In place of human ears are two large fox ears that sit atop her head, each one easily larger than your hand. As you watch, they wiggle, twitch and swivel with a life of their own, refusing to fall in line with Kiyoko's calm demeanour. Each of their insides are a clean white to contrast with her amber outsides, and filled with large, fluffy and ever-so-sensitive tufts of fur; it's very, very hard to not want to reach out and start petting them. From there on, Kiyoko's amber-orange hair fans outward, spilling across her shoulders and further down until it reaches the small of her back — by the looks of it, there are no bad hair days in the Astral Plane, or bad fur days for that matter. Each strand of Kiyoko's hair and fur is exquisite, silken and rich in colour, the result of careful brushing and lots of care. Faced with this sight, you can see why kitsune think themselves the prettiest creatures that ever existed. You wouldn't be surprised if there was some magic involved, but Kiyoko would probably never admit to such. Slowly, you move your eyes downward, and Kiyoko simply smiles and sips at her tea. She's dressed in what appears to be a long-sleeved three-piece robe-like outfit in the fashion of her homeland — a yukata, you think it's called, although you can't quite remember exactly where she's mentioned its name before. White and trimmed at the edges with red, a deep blood-red sash tied just beneath her breasts secures the entire ensemble, tied in the back with an elaborate bow. Her clothes are fairly form-fitting, but there's no doubt that the kitsune has plenty of freedom to move around if need be. Grand. That's the only way to describe Kiyoko's bosom as it is, twin peaks of fertile fullness that rise away, a deep valley between them. Gone are the small, pointed breasts that she had when you first knew her, replaced by teardrop-shaped large D-cups, bordering on DDs. Their burgeoning weight has caused them to descend with adequately maternal gravitas, a full-fledged den mother's symbol of office; they strain against Kiyoko's yukata, making their shape and heft as obvious as day. They rise and fall with each breath she takes, swelling and contracting with her natural rhythms. They tremble and jiggle slightly with each movement she makes, driving home the fact that no kit of hers will ever go hungry. It's almost hypnotic. These sprawling handfuls seem to be as big as Kiyoko's chest will get — her body probably feels like it's done all that it can to adequately prepare for the additional kitsune kits she clearly expects to have. Besides, any bigger and they'll probably start weighing her down; she'd be a lot less fun then. Even if further pregnancies won't cause her breasts to develop any more, that's no reason to not father more children on her, right? Ah, such delights. Sweeping your gaze further down, you start from her bottom up. While Kiyoko usually removes her sandals while coming indoors, she doesn't take off her white stockings, which is usually all you can see under her long skirts. Behind her, nine bushy fox tails sway, tipped with white but otherwise the same amber colour as her hair and fur. They almost seem to have a life of their own, twitching, curling and sweeping about even when Kiyoko's attention is clearly elsewhere. You remember what Kiyoko said about kitsune tails: the more tails on a kitsune, the more powerful he or she is, with nine being the limit. Hmm... Down the length of her fluffy tail to its base, and then up to her hips. By now, you're pretty sure that Kiyoko could start a fertility cult all by herself if she wanted to. Your kitsune slut-wife takes positive delight in showing off her kit-bearing hips to you, giving them a suggestive waggle at you while you look on. With assets like these, added to an expansive but still firm ass? She'd spit out children with the same ease other women spit out watermelon seeds. At this point, she'd barely even feel it. "Oh come on, there's no need to be shy. You made me like this, after all." If she insists. Even her thigh gap has widened to the point where she's had to adjust her stance yet again, but Kiyoko doesn't seem to regret any moment of this — quite the opposite, in fact. After all this time, Kiyoko is now practically the spitting image of the idealised den mother; even if she wanted to — and you know full well she does — you don't think she can appear more maternal than she is already. Finally, you move onto Kiyoko's midriff, just under her sash. The kitsune's slender torso belies her vulpine grace, softly feminine as it curves in from her chest and outwards as it approaches her hips. Accentuated by her sash, just looking at her trim body gives you an impression of dainty yet lithe alacrity; while Kiyoko usually gets about in deliberate, measured movements, there's no doubt that she could rapidly pick up her pace if the situation called for it. Despite her having had a number of children, your kitsune slut-wife's tummy is as it always has been. Pregnancies tend to wear other women out, especially when they come as often as they do for Kiyoko, but clearly things are very, very different when it comes to kitsune destined to be den mothers. Your examination of the kitsune complete, you set down your tea and give Kiyoko a satisfied nod. In return, she dips her head ever so slightly at you, large, fluffy ears twitching, and gives you a small grin. "If we're done admiring each other, let's move on." Gladly. Although you might want to ask — exactly what's it about you that she was admiring? Kiyoko smirks and shakes her head. "Wouldn't be fun if I just up and told you, would it? I'll leave that one for you to figure out on your own."
It's always been 32 in-game. The earlier numbers were during the planning/writing stages, they never came to code.