Nihara

Nihara
Artwork by Moira
Creator	The Observer
Information
Species	Nekomata
Gender	Female
Occupation	Water Therapist
Religion	Tiran
Nationality	Tronarii
Location	Undermountain
Stats
Level	6
Health	315

"Stay safe out there. While the patrols from the city do their best to beat back the imps, they can't be everywhere — and thank you for aiding me back there." Nihara beams. "It was fun and timely meeting you; why don't I see you to the door, [pc.name]? Come back anytime you feel like you need yourself cleaned up!"

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Nihara is a follower of Tira who lives in the Undermountain. A water wyrd, she has to stay by the lake, and was unable to retreat into Khor'minos with the rest of the Tiran Temple. Nihara uses her white magic and water therapy to attend to other Khor'minoans riding out the demonic invasion in their lakeside villas. She takes in a lot of water to remain hydrated and is vulnerable to corruption from tainted liquids, such as the bodily fluids of Demons or particularly corrupted individuals. There's a lot of danger in the Undermountain, but Nihara has a plan that you can be involved with if the two of you get to know each other.

"Ah. A nekomata, and one touched by elemental powers at that... A people not too unlike Jassiran catfolk who originate from just across the straits from my homeland in the nation of Macah. Almost identical, in fact, save for their two tails as opposed to the catfolk's one. Sometimes, those amongst them are born touched by elemental power, turning them into... I think the closest words in Belharan would be to call her a water wyrd."
—Kiyoko

Appearance

Note: Some parts have a [...] which denotes a conversation in the scene, but was cut out in the wiki to reduce direct scene copy. The in-game appearance has the full scene, dialogue included.

Nihara's clothes are made up in the style the local Minoan fashion tempered by Tronariian sensibilities; the bulk of the fabric is black with gold trimmings, the emblematic colors of those in service to the goddess of death and time. Indeed, the bust clasp that holds her rather revealing garments closed is shaped like an hourglass, and running down her cleavage is a large pendant shaped like the moon; bronze bracers and a choker complete the flowing ensemble that fits well with the fluid, seamless way in which the goocat moves.

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one just about as big as her head

, and while they're mostly even from base to zenith they've got that slight teardrop shape that only adds a certain something or the other to their delectable, taut perkiness. Coupled with the energetic, eager warmth of her demeanor, they only look all the more cute, and you're reminded of the old adage that one's attitude is more often than not reflected upon one's exterior.

Each mound is capped with a petite nipple that looks so small compared to what it sits upon, slightly tanned despite Nihara herself having spent so many of her days underground.

, sloshing heavily with all the thick, heavy cream she's constantly producing for her kittens. Nihara's tits are actually a little smaller than when she's just about to pop, thanks to the constant draining of their contents by hungry gookittens, but the shape, the size, and most of all, the maternal gravitas of her milkers is something that's never going to leave her, ever.

The girls were alluring before, but being finally put to their gods-intended purpose has granted them a magnetism that transcends the mere physical. Of course, you're completely and absolutely biased, being the reason that Nihara's tits are this way to begin with; still, your gaze can't help but be drawn inexorably to the deep valley of the goocat's cleavage, the rise and fall of her breathing, the slight wobbling that wasn't there before and lets you know in no uncertain terms how absolutely full they are.

[...]

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one just about as big as her head

to begin with, but certainly have enlarged since she became with child. Well, big alone is certainly an inadequate way to put it — her chest was already perky to begin with, but even with the increase in size and weight they've remained high and stretched, heaving gently with each breath she draws. Mm... there's definitely a more fluid feel to Nihara's breasts now, palpable even just by looking at them, and it's enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

Then there's the matter of her nipples and areolae — protruding further from the curve of each breast, more pronounced, more sensitive. Compared to the rest of her rack, though, those little brown buds of teasable flesh are still cute and demure, the juxtaposition between hefty boob and petite nipple not quite lost on you.

, sloshing heavily with all the thick, heavy cream she's constantly producing for her kittens. Nihara's tits are actually a little smaller than when she's just about to pop, thanks to the constant draining of their contents by hungry gookittens, but the shape, the size, and most of all, the maternal gravitas of her milkers is something that's never going to leave her, ever.

The girls were alluring before, but being finally put to their gods-intended purpose has granted them a magnetism that transcends the mere physical. Of course, you're completely and absolutely biased, being the reason that Nihara's tits are this way to begin with; still, your gaze can't help but be drawn inexorably to the deep valley of the goocat's cleavage, the rise and fall of her breathing, the slight wobbling that wasn't there before and lets you know in no uncertain terms how absolutely full they are.

[...]

Her clothes have begun to be pushed aside by her growing body, especially in the way of her boobs and kitten belly, but they still go a reasonable length towards keeping her modest.

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one just about as big as her head

having grown considerably as a result of her pregnancy. Even though there's still some time to go before the kitten inside of her is ready to enter the world, Nihara's body is already eagerly preparing to receive that life, her chest swelling and growing as it becomes ever more milky. At this point, they'd fill and spill over her arms if she folded them under her rack, warm weight accumulating within them, taut yet increasingly jiggly at the same time despite the apparent paradox there.

The teardrop shape of each tit has become readily apparent at this point as mother's milk backs up behind each nipple, the little buds of flesh darkening and growing to something more respectable, something more... suckle-able and sensitive. Not so cute any more, but more mature, for lack of a better word to put it — like the change from a maiden to becoming a mother with all the weight that entails, material or not. Even from beneath Nihara's priestess garb, they make themselves stand out against the fabric, glistening with a dampness that makes the gookitty blush deeply and squirm in her seat when she realizes you're staring at her leakage.

, sloshing heavily with all the thick, heavy cream she's constantly producing for her kittens. Nihara's tits are actually a little smaller than when she's just about to pop, thanks to the constant draining of their contents by hungry gookittens, but the shape, the size, and most of all, the maternal gravitas of her milkers is something that's never going to leave her, ever.

The girls were alluring before, but being finally put to their gods-intended purpose has granted them a magnetism that transcends the mere physical. Of course, you're completely and absolutely biased, being the reason that Nihara's tits are this way to begin with; still, your gaze can't help but be drawn inexorably to the deep valley of the goocat's cleavage, the rise and fall of her breathing, the slight wobbling that wasn't there before and lets you know in no uncertain terms how absolutely full they are.

[...]

This late into her pregnancy, it's clear that Nihara's priestess garb was never designed for maternity wear; her swollen belly and breasts push aside the fabric insistently, tight creases betraying the obvious strain her clothes are under. Does she have nothing else to wear?

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one just about as big as her head

to begin with, but now they're absolutely massive melons. Little water wyrds must drink a lot if the sheer difference in size from before you got her with child is any indication — their blatant, front-heavy teardrop shapes are just so full and ripe, like a twinned pair of delicious, juicy fruit. The sensation of sheer heaviness coming from them... there must be more, far more packed away inside of Nihara than mere size would otherwise suggest, such richness waiting to burst out upon the world. No, even at this size they don't sag, but the sheer gravity as they sink just that bit lower to imply weight and mass — no, maternity and maturity — just the sight gives one pause.

As loose-fitting and revealing as it is under normal circumstances, even the top of her priestess' garb can barely contain Nihara's bosom at this point. openly wet with sweet-smelling milk as she leaks constantly, big wet blotches that glisten against the fabric's dark color, the slightest provocation or pressure sending small spouts of kitty cream atop the cloth until it wicks away. Noticing you eyeing her tits, Nihara grows antsy and folds her ears down and to the sides against her head, looking away as her cheeks color.

[...]

, sloshing heavily with all the thick, heavy cream she's constantly producing for her kittens. Nihara's tits are actually a little smaller than when she's just about to pop, thanks to the constant draining of their contents by hungry gookittens, but the shape, the size, and most of all, the maternal gravitas of her milkers is something that's never going to leave her, ever.

The girls were alluring before, but being finally put to their gods-intended purpose has granted them a magnetism that transcends the mere physical. Of course, you're completely and absolutely biased, being the reason that Nihara's tits are this way to begin with; still, your gaze can't help but be drawn inexorably to the deep valley of the goocat's cleavage, the rise and fall of her breathing, the slight wobbling that wasn't there before and lets you know in no uncertain terms how absolutely full they are.

[...]

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one bigger than her head

, and while they're mostly even from base to zenith they've got that slight teardrop shape that accentuates the sensation of weight they've got. Size is one thing, but density and gravitas is another, and with how delectably full and taut they are coupled with the sultry warmth of her demeanor you're reminded of the old adage that one's attitude is more often than not reflected upon one's exterior.

Each full mound is capped with a petite nipple that looks so small compared to the lady lumps they sit upon, slightly tanned despite Nihara herself having spent so many of her days underground.

and front-heavy with all the production she needs to feed her kittens. With Nihara's womb swelling with multiple gookittens every time she conceives, her body's gone into overdrive; the front-heavy teardrop shapes of her gigantic milkers are blatantly pronounced, and the dark, fat nipples instinctively recognizable to any gookitten.

In terms of sheer size, Nihara's tits are actually a smidge smaller than when she was in the last stages of pregnancy, thanks to constant draining by ever thirsty kittens, but the milk itself stays thick, rich and creamy, a wonder in and of itself. It's constantly on the verge of leaking, barely kept in check by constant feedings, but it'd take but the slightest touch to get the goocat to spurting if need be.

Not to mention the sensitivity — Nihara obviously has no qualms about showing off how achingly tender motherhood has made her milkers, a steady stream of corrupt hormones from her womb and ovaries keeping them primed for even the slightest stimulation, a flush permanently staining her otherwise pale skin. A brush elicits moans from her, nursing kittens giving clear sexual pleasure... and if you were to actually give those huge milkers of hers some wholesome love? She might just lose her mind.

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one bigger than her head

to begin with but certainly have gotten noticeably enlarged since she became with child. The change isn't that much yet, but for someone this early along it's a little disproportionate. Not that it's a bad thing: her chest was already perky to begin with, but even with the increase in size and weight they've remained high and stretched, heaving gently with each breath she draws. You've heard of mothers retaining fluid when pregnant, but Nihara takes that quite literally, and her tits are no exception.

Yes, they look more wobbly. More jiggly, if just a little, the teardrop shape just that bit more pronounced. Those little sensitive buds of flesh that cap them are more pronounced, sticking further outwards from the curvature of each lady-lump; they glisten with dampness that comes unbidden and moistens Nihara's priestess garb, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest.

and front-heavy with all the production she needs to feed her kittens. With Nihara's womb swelling with multiple gookittens every time she conceives, her body's gone into overdrive; the front-heavy teardrop shapes of her gigantic milkers are blatantly pronounced, and the dark, fat nipples instinctively recognizable to any gookitten.

In terms of sheer size, Nihara's tits are actually a smidge smaller than when she was in the last stages of pregnancy, thanks to constant draining by ever thirsty kittens, but the milk itself stays thick, rich and creamy, a wonder in and of itself. It's constantly on the verge of leaking, barely kept in check by constant feedings, but it'd take but the slightest touch to get the goocat to spurting if need be.

Not to mention the sensitivity — Nihara obviously has no qualms about showing off how achingly tender motherhood has made her milkers, a steady stream of corrupt hormones from her womb and ovaries keeping them primed for even the slightest stimulation, a flush permanently staining her otherwise pale skin. A brush elicits moans from her, nursing kittens giving clear sexual pleasure... and if you were to actually give those huge milkers of hers some wholesome love? She might just lose her mind.

Her priestess' garb struggles to contain her bulging belly and heavy tits along with the rest of her body, and she's nowhere close to popping to begin with. You don't think these clothes are going to be able to last the entirety of her pregnancy given they were never designed for maternity wear, but while they do manage to stay on her body they indeed highlight just how rapidly and intensely the kittens inside her are maturing.

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one bigger than her head

to the point where they'd just spill straight off her arms if she were to try folding them under her rack. The kittens in Nihara's belly are making the rest of her body grow and flourish alongside them, and her breasts are no exception; while they're just as huge and taut as ever, the added weight and gravitas is starting to overtake their natural perkiness, making them look and feel increasingly fluid with every passing moment. Big, bulgy teardrops heavy with rich mother's milk... they're not bad things to fantasize about, no? Sloshing and flowing like her hair and tails, like the patterns on her skin...

Her nipples are bulging as they stick out from her chest at this point, the dark areolae they sit upon raised and swollen as her chest tries to find as much space as it can for its milky cargo. Nihara's priestess garb is openly wet with sweet-smelling milk as she leaks constantly, big wet blotches that glisten against the fabric's dark color, but she doesn't seem to be bothered in the slightest. If anything, Nihara smiles at you when she notices you staring overlong at her rack, cupping the undersides of her boobs in her hands; the simple motion provokes a fresh spurt of kitten cream out to spread across her top before being wicked away into the fabric.

and front-heavy with all the production she needs to feed her kittens. With Nihara's womb swelling with multiple gookittens every time she conceives, her body's gone into overdrive; the front-heavy teardrop shapes of her gigantic milkers are blatantly pronounced, and the dark, fat nipples instinctively recognizable to any gookitten.

In terms of sheer size, Nihara's tits are actually a smidge smaller than when she was in the last stages of pregnancy, thanks to constant draining by ever thirsty kittens, but the milk itself stays thick, rich and creamy, a wonder in and of itself. It's constantly on the verge of leaking, barely kept in check by constant feedings, but it'd take but the slightest touch to get the goocat to spurting if need be.

Not to mention the sensitivity — Nihara obviously has no qualms about showing off how achingly tender motherhood has made her milkers, a steady stream of corrupt hormones from her womb and ovaries keeping them primed for even the slightest stimulation, a flush permanently staining her otherwise pale skin. A brush elicits moans from her, nursing kittens giving clear sexual pleasure... and if you were to actually give those huge milkers of hers some wholesome love? She might just lose her mind.

That being said, there's absolutely no way a priestess garb never designed for maternity wear could hope to contain Nihara's body as it is now — her milk-filled mammaries have pushed the straps of her top aside to hang out in full view while her enormous, kitten-filled belly hangs out low over her skirts. Yet she continues to don the colors of Tira anyway... a smart girl to know how to accentuate her assets that way.

That being said, you move your eyes away from Nihara's face and clothes to the rest of her. The goocat is as proportionally wide as she's tall, with an hourglass figure to match — whether this is some aspect of her fluid nature or a boon from the goddess she serves is anyone's guess, but it's no doubt served her well in her outreach efforts to the local minotaur patricians even after the undermountain's become flooded with imps. The goocat's tits are heavy, each one bigger than her head

, far, far bigger. They shiver. They roll. They ebb and flow with each breath that she draws, and despite their size there's the sense that she's got far, far more packed away up in that rack of hers, a veritable ocean's worth of sweet kitten cream. You'd heard of fluid retention by women who're with child, but this is absolutely ridiculous — and amazing all at once. Such size, such shape, and above all, such sensitivity; while Nihara's already constantly leaking, trickles of milk that burst from her nipples and flow across her underboobs until they're absorbed back into her body by her hair and markings, just the slightest touch makes her gasp and moan with fresh spurts of warm milk.

Oh, you could just lose yourself in these forever, and Nihara knows that; seeing you shamelessly feast your eyes upon her rack, she cups her hefty tits in her palms and presses them together, deepening her already prodigious cleavage and making both her dark brown nipples and areolae stick out even more. Those teardrop shapes heave with every breath she takes, running over with rich bounty, every bit of flesh completely flush with milk and bursting from the sheer pressure contained within...

[...]

and front-heavy with all the production she needs to feed her kittens. With Nihara's womb swelling with multiple gookittens every time she conceives, her body's gone into overdrive; the front-heavy teardrop shapes of her gigantic milkers are blatantly pronounced, and the dark, fat nipples instinctively recognizable to any gookitten.

In terms of sheer size, Nihara's tits are actually a smidge smaller than when she was in the last stages of pregnancy, thanks to constant draining by ever thirsty kittens, but the milk itself stays thick, rich and creamy, a wonder in and of itself. It's constantly on the verge of leaking, barely kept in check by constant feedings, but it'd take but the slightest touch to get the goocat to spurting if need be.

Not to mention the sensitivity — Nihara obviously has no qualms about showing off how achingly tender motherhood has made her milkers, a steady stream of corrupt hormones from her womb and ovaries keeping them primed for even the slightest stimulation, a flush permanently staining her otherwise pale skin. A brush elicits moans from her, nursing kittens giving clear sexual pleasure... and if you were to actually give those huge milkers of hers some wholesome love? She might just lose her mind.

That being said, with Nihara's tits having expanded both from pregnancy and the stimulation of Svern's milker, she's clearly having trouble fitting into the top of her priestess' garb. It's not as if she can walk into Khor'minos and get it refitted, after all, but she still makes an effort to preserve her modesty, cramming her now considerably more mature and developed figure into the protesting fabric. It's constantly damp, and Nihara's nipples are blatantly outlined against the cream-darkened cloth, but she doesn't look like she would have it any other way.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. Svern's milker helped her girls reach their full potential, and they act in the only way that they know how: by straining furiously against the thin fabric of her priestess' outfit, leaking all the while. By the looks of it, that wetness is never going to stop. She doesn't wear her old uniform all that often these days, does she?

[...]

That being said, with Nihara's tits having expanded both from pregnancy and the stimulation of Svern's milker, she's clearly having trouble fitting into the top of her priestess' garb. It's not as if she can walk into Khor'minos and get it refitted, after all, but she still makes an effort to preserve her modesty, cramming her now considerably more mature and developed figure into the protesting fabric. It's constantly damp, and Nihara's nipples are blatantly outlined against the cream-darkened cloth, but she doesn't look like she would have it any other way.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. Svern's milker helped her girls reach their full potential, and they act in the only way that they know how: dribbling and spurting all over the rounded swell of her kitten pudge in constant streams of thick, heavy cream. You can only shake your head at it all — a first batch of gookittens in her womb got things going, followed by ripening stimulation from the milker... and now, they've gotten even bigger from yet another kitten growing rapidly in her tummy. With how luscious Nihara is, this seems like the only fitting end for her... and yet not so long ago, the thought of the goocat with tits so heavy they hang over her pregnant belly wasn't something that'd have crossed your mind.

The more intense your gaze becomes, the more Nihara squirms on the spot; she's trying to hide her smile with a hand, but while she may be able to cover her lips she can't hide what the rest of her body is saying. Well, well — does your goocat like being seen this way?

[...]

Even though she's pregnant yet again, Nihara's made an effort to squeeze her massive tits into the top of her priestess' garb — the fabric sinks deeply into the ginormous boobage she's sporting and applies so much pressure she's constantly leaking and spurting, but the goocat is determined to hold onto what sliver of modesty she can in these trying times. These clothes were never made for maternity wear and even the skirts are riding up her thighs, the hem dangerously close to her plush rear, but she's still presentable. At least, it wouldn't be out of place on the streets of Khor'minos...

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. Svern's milker helped her girls reach their full potential, and they act in the only way that they know how: gushing and flowing right into her soaked top, struggling mightily against the straps of cloth holding them in place. You have no idea how Nihara managed to fit her girls into these confines to begin with, let alone keep them there; it feels like they're fit to burst out explosively at the slightest provocation, such is the sheer pressure they're under. The more your goocat's belly swells with life, the more her lady lumps ripen to match, anticipating yet another addition to her brood of gookittens... and with the little slime cats being what they are, they're always very, very thirsty.

Really, she doesn't have to discomfit herself for your sake — Nihara's priestess garb was never intended to be maternity wear, let alone for the goocat's current proportions. With all the milk that's currently gushing from her tits and over her big pregnant belly, Nihara clearly has a bad cast of fluid retention, and she really needs to prioritise her own comfort over any pretensions to modesty when it comes to you. You'll have some new clothes fitted to her once Khor'minos finally opens up again, whenever that is... but as cute as her sense of shame may be, it really doesn't jive with the top-heavy, luscious matron that Nihara's become, especially while she's with child.

On the other hand, what's not to like about a tall, full-bodies goocat with tits so big you can see them from behind?

It's no good, though. Nihara's pregnancy has caused her body to fill out to the point where she's given up and let her milkers hang out on the open — the girls have filled up to the point where even draping the fabric over them isn't going to reach her nipples to cover them. The poor dear is quite embarrassed at being forced to go topless, but it's not as if there's anyone out here to ogle her, right?

At least her skirts still fit, although with the hem fitting snugly in the line where her thighs join her derriere, as well as her ponderous kitten belly hanging out over it at the front, they may as well not exist for how much of them is hidden.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. Svern's milker helped her girls reach their full potential, and they act in the only way that they know how: by jiggling, heaving and wobbling precariously with every breath, precariously balanced upon her huge kitten bump as they are. With so much weight in the form of milk and kitten stacked in front of her, how Nihara keeps herself from tipping forward is a mystery for the ages — her butt isn't that big as to counterbalance all that weight.

But most importantly, for all her misgivings, Nihara finally has no choice but to go topless. The goocat's tits have finally filled with so much heavy cream that even she in all her embarrassment has to admit there's no way she's cramming herself into her old clothes, and it's not like she can just flow right into Khor'minos and get herself refitted. Of course, with how sensitive those milkers of hers have become, Nihara's very much aware of how intently you're staring at her, and lowers her gaze to her protruding kitten bump with a sheepish smile.

[...]

With Nihara now considerably MILFier than she was when her priestess' garb was fitted, she can barely fit into it any more; the skirts ride up her considerably more curvaceous thighs, but most of all her tits are barely contained by her top. The fabric's utterly stretched and constantly dripping sweet kitty cream from the pressure it's placing on her massive mammaries as they struggle to escape by any means. Your goocat would much rather let the girls free, but is also very aware that sometimes just a little clothing is more tempting than sheer nakedness.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. The goocat's tits are outright beachball-sized at this point, hanging low and heavy enough to partially obscure her belly. With the kind of pressure they're under just to fit into her old top, the goocat's milkers constantly spurt and dribble thick kitty cream that runs down the undersides of her tits; Nihara is completely unfazed by this, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Well, for her as she is now, it certainly is.

There's just no end to the fluid that Nihara can hold as a corrupted water wyrd; despite the amount that constantly flows from her, there's always more to make up for it. Just the rubbing from the sodden fabric and her bulging nipples is enough to set the goocat to moaning lightly as she moves, her milk cans stimulated into a constant, creamy flow.

However, with Nihara currently growing yet another pair of your gookittens in her womb, her tits have bulged out with a fresh spurt of production, anticipating even greater demand from her ever-growing number of children. There's no way these can fit into the top of her old priestess garb, so she's more than content to let them hang loose; it doesn't bother her in the least, and indeed she takes great delight in flaunting her bare, milky breasts at you.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. The goocat's tits are outright beachball-sized at this point, absolutely massive compared to the slight bump of her newest pregnancy. Her kittens are sending urgent signals to her milkers, hormonal slurry oozing from her corrupted womb informing the goocat's already ponderous milkers of the impending additions to her brood. Sure, they don't look that much bigger, but when they're at this size it's hard to tell; just an addition of half an inch across is a pretty big increase in heft at this point.

What there's no doubt about, though, is how her most recent pregnancy has left them even more sensitive: between that and their sheer fullness, it's little wonder that Nihara doesn't bother trying to fit her bosom into her old priestess' garb any more — even if she could squeeze it in, the constant rubbing and spurting would make her quite useless in short order. Having them hang loose and only dribble a little... well, it's what she can live with.

Her nipples bulging, her areolae dark and swollen to the point where they form mini-mounds of their own, Nihara is absolutely milkier than some of the cows in Khor'minos; she'd look perfectly in place at any of the milking barns. And to think, she's only going to get worse as her kittens grow in her womb...

However, with Nihara currently growing yet another pair of your gookittens in her womb, her tits have bulged out with a fresh spurt of production, anticipating even greater demand from her ever-growing number of children. There's no way these can fit into the top of her old priestess garb, so she's more than content to let them hang loose; it doesn't bother her in the least, and indeed she takes great delight in flaunting her bare, milky breasts at you.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. The goocat's tits are outright beachball-sized at this point, still managing to keep pace with her kitten bump. Corrupted as it is, Nihara's body has absolutely no shame about what it wants, and given her nature as a water wyrd is far more flexible than most at getting its desires. Fat, low and heavy, the girls rest atop Nihara's pregnant belly, partially obscuring the goocat's bump as they squish against its firm surface. How she manages to stay upright without tipping over is beyond you — plush as it is, Nihara's derriere and tails are hardly a match for how top and front-heavy she's become.

And how so. Being a hormonal MILF is one thing, corruption another... and Svern's milker happened to be just what Nihara's body needed to stimulate everything into working together. Gone is the goocat of old, all large and perky, unburdened by what she used to be, Nihara's free to pursue all that she can be: a milk and kitten factory, enjoying every moment of it.

No. At this point, it's only right that Nihara not even bother with trying to cover up those hefty milkers of hers — there's no way they'd ever fit into her old priestess garb, and the trying would just have her losing it over and over again while milk gets all over the place.

However, with Nihara currently growing yet another pair of your gookittens in her womb, her tits have bulged out with a fresh spurt of production, anticipating even greater demand from her ever-growing number of children. There's no way these can fit into the top of her old priestess garb, so she's more than content to let them hang loose; it doesn't bother her in the least, and indeed she takes great delight in flaunting her bare, milky breasts at you.

There's no putting it off any further: your eyes are drawn away from Nihara's face and clothes to her massive bosom, the goocat's monstrous milkers large enough to possess gravity of their own. How else would you be so attracted to them. For all of Nihara's height and thickness — especially the latter, of which she's gained a not inconsiderable amount after birthing your kittens — those milk cans of hers are large enough to be visible were you to take in her view from behind. She's gone from an hourglass shape to being blatantly top-heavy, and given the way she acts these days one might imagine that her womb, tits and mind are all directly and intimately linked.

And when you say heavy, it's no joke. The goocat's tits are outright beachball-sized at this point, smaller than her twin-sized kitten pudge at this point, but not by much. Every breath Nihara draws is accompanied by yet another thin trickle of heavy kitty cream rolling down her tits and tummy, much to her delight; corruption and pregnancy alike have swollen her enhanced tits to the point where they rest heavily atop her pregnant belly, bared in all their milky glory.

Looking at your goocat, it feels like the most natural thing in the world that she bare her breasts for all to see; power of such milky intensity simply can't be contained and the mere prospect of even trying sacreligious. Such a huge, heavy picture of milky maternity needs to be open to all, to be admired; how she manages to stay upright without tipping forward, let alone get around, is a mystery to all.

Nihara's tits are hot, they're heavy; the darkened, bulging nipples and areolae are only to be expected at this point, but the sensitivity of her tits coupled with pregnancy hormones conspires to keep the goocat in a state of constant, low-key arousal. It must be maddening for the poor dear... while she utterly enjoys it at the same time.

Corruption

As a water wyrd, Nihara needs a high liquid intake to remain hydrated, and is vulnerable to corrupted liquids. If you're particularly pure, you can help purify her, or if you're tainted, you can corrupt her. Nihara starts at 0 corruption. If she goes up to 6 corruption, she is counted as Corrupted. Once Corrupted, Nihara is openly lascivous, and single-mindedly focused on breeding and multiplying with you. She will return to Pure once she falls back to 0 corruption.

Nihara does not change corruption states while pregnant.

Nihara corruption

Event	Effect
Choose Watch as Nihara is attacked by Imps	+2 corruption
Pampering — Reciprocate or Hydration with a champion with <25 corruption	-1 corruption
Pampering — Reciprocate or Hydration with a champion with 25-74 corruption	+1 corruption
Pampering — Reciprocate or Hydration with a champion with >=75 corruption	+2 corruption

Interactions

First Encounter

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While the catgirl looks to be holding her own for now, the sheer number of imps is slowly but steadily overwhelming her, more flapping in from the darkness to replace those which she manages to smite. If you're going to intervene in this mess and turn the tides of this battle, you ought to do it now.

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The first time you enter Nihara's square in the Undermountain, you see the catgirl being swarmed by Imps. Depending on your background, you may recognise her outfit as being Tiran, and while she's ably defending herself with white magic she is slowly being overwhelmed by numbers.

• Help: You can't leave someone to their fate just like that.
• Do Nothing: Ignore this — you've got bigger fish to fry. Choosing this will permanently remove this content from your current game.
• Watch: Discretion is the better part of valor. You'll keep an eye on the situation, prepare for clean-up, and only step in if things get too out of hand. (causes Nihara +2 corruption)

If you Help, you and your companions help drive the imps away, or if you Watch, the imps gleefully overpower Nihara and coat her in their tainted bodily fluids before flying away. Either way, you and Nihara introduce yourselves, though Nihara is a bit sticky if you elected not to intervene. She's part-elemental — similar to the Hellhound — and part of the Tiran Temple. As a water wyrd she can't go into the city as there aren't any water sources large enough for her there. She leads you back to her lakeside home and pours you some purified water.

• Nihara: Just who is she and what was she doing out in the tunnels alone?
• Water Wyrd: What is one of these water wyrd things, anyway?
• Tiran: Is she with the Tiran temple you passed by at the crossroads?
• Never Mind: Actually, you don't have any more questions for now.

Once you're done talking, you bid her farewell. She thanks you for saving her and invites you to return anytime you need to be cleaned up.

Subsequent Encounters

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On subsequent visits to her square, there are a number of randomised approaches that can occur depending on your current HP level, your relationship with Nihara, her level of corruption, her level of pregancy, and whether she's had children with you. She has a number of talk options, and each have a number of talk scenes that can randomly trigger.

• Appearance
• Talk: Have a chat with the goocat.
  • Herself: Perhaps she could tell you something about herself.
  • Her Faith: Maybe she could tell you something of the greater mysteries of the Tiran faith, and what kind of role she played in its structure?
  • The Lakeside: Can she tell you more about the lakeside? What it was like before everyone went and sought refuge behind Khor'minos' walls?
  • Pregnancy: How's impending motherhood treating her? (requires Nihara being pregnant)
  • Kittens: Ask Nihara how the kittens are doing. (requires Nihara having had children with you)
• Pampering: Ask Nihara if she can do some of that relaxation stuff for you.
• Hydration: Water wyrds need to stay well-hydrated throughout the day. You can help with that in the most direct and carnal fashion possible.

Pampering

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"What I need is, well, food, for obvious reasons, and medicines that I can use in making my rounds. Even in the case that I can't use these directly or the gods see fit to bless with with a surplus, I can still use those to barter for other things that I need. Surely that can't be too much to ask for a little bit of relaxation from a trained Tiran priestess?"

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If you present Nihara with an appropriate item as payment — Camping Supplies, Trail Rations, Creamy Cheddar, Fresh Milk, Bacon Strips, Bento Box, Vulnerary, Remedy, or Winterstem — or if you're below half-health, Nihara will agree to perform some of her water therapy on you to help you relax. One of three therapy sessions will trigger randomly, where Nihara will offer intimate relaxation that verges on indecency. It is, however, undeniably effective. With each pampering scene, you have the option to enjoy the relaxation, or to respond in kind and make the session sexual.

• Rest: Just doze off with your head in Nihara's lap. You've never felt more relaxed./Not today, not today./You're just here for the massage, there's no need to take things one step further regardless of how much this cheeky goocat might tease you. (full heal for the party)
• Reciprocate: Meet those urges with desires of your own. Encouragement like this will certainly lead to kinky stuff./Reciprocate the dear goocat's affections./Pull her down onto you and give her a full-body massage. While you're the one supposedly receiving, you want to give as well. (leads to a corruption adjustment for Nihara, full heal for the party)

Entering The Catacombs

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"When we evacuated the temple for the pantheon in the city proper, the entrance to the catacombs was sealed against imps, slimes, looters, and the like. I can open the door. Calise and I talked about the possibility, given that it'd be in her interests to further secure a portion of the tunnels from incursions, but ultimately she and her people have a job to do under the Minotaur King and that duty comes first. However, she did mention you as someone who has no such binding obligations to the local crown."

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Once you've paid for Nihara's services, she will be open to recruiting you to help with her dungeon expidition. When the members of the Tiran Temple fled for Khor'minos, they sealed the catacombs shut to ensure the eternal rest of its inhabitants. However, there is also a powerful ward down there which Nihara believes would be useful in deterring Imps from attacking the lakeside again.

• Question?: Nihara looks like she's wanting to ask you something; you can tell that it's on the tip of her tongue. Out with it, then. (requires having paid for Pampering.)
• Catacombs: Bring up the Tiran catacombs with Nihara. (requires having done Question?)
  • Ask: Ask about what dangers you're likely to face in the Tiran catacombs.
  • Go: Tell Nihara that you're ready to head for the Tiran Catacombs. Note that once you set off, you can't turn back until the quest is complete one way or another; if you still have preparations to make, you probably shouldn't click this button.

If you Ask about the upcoming mission, Nihara will give you a detailed rundown on what to expect and how to prepare — there will be opposition resistant to mundane physical attacks but vulnerable to holy and frost damage, and you should be in and out in less than an hour. Magical damage will generally be effective, but acid may be less so. When you choose Go, you will skip straight to the Tiran Temple dungeon with Nihara as a guest companion. You will miss out on extra loot and may be violated by Minotaur Ghosts if you lose battles, but regardless of your performance Nihara will successfully reclaim the ward and be grateful for your assistance. Upon returning to her home, she'll offer you a free Pampering session.

Combat

Stats	Likes	Dislikes	Powers
Attack Power: 21.0 Spellpower: 84.0 Sexiness: 8.0 Temptation: 7.0 Armor: 27.0 Physical Resist: 20.0 Warding: 42.0 Magic Resist: 17.0 Focus: 43.0 Mental Resist: 25.0 Evasion: 38.0 Blight Resist: -100.0 Holy Resist: 20.0 Tease Resist: -50.0 Drug Resist: -50.0 Pheromone Resist: -50.0	Big Asses Average Cocks Average Breasts Big Breasts	Big Cocks Small Breasts	Heal White Fire Ray of Frost Resplendent Aria

Sex

Pampering with Nihara triggers one of three scenes, which can lead to a respective sex scene if you choose to Reciprocate Nihara's gentle teasing. You can also access Nihara's sex menu. For the scenes that involve fucking Nihara with a penis, her response afterwards will be different depending on your cum output. As a Water Wyrd, she absorbs and metabolises your liquids for sustenance, so more is better.

• Missionary: Go face-to-face with the goocat. (requires penis, causes two corruption adjustments)
• Cowgirl: Urge Nihara to climb onto your cock and use it like the tool that it is. (requires penis, causes two corruption adjustments)
• Doggystyle / Impregnation: Get Nihara down on all fours and rail her from behind; engage in the kind of messy, animalistic sex a goocat like Nihara deserves to have. / Get Nihara down on all fours and rail her from behind. With such bestial, animalistic breeding, there is a good chance, even if it's not a certainty, that Nihara is going to get pregnant from this. If you don't want to knock up the goocat, go and buy some blank powder or something before returning. (requires penis and having completed Tiran Temple, scene varies if you're virile, causes two corruption adjustments)
• Tentacle Lapfuck: Have Nihara use her prehensile goo-hair on your orifices in a very intimate manner. (causes corruption adjustment)
• Amazon Press: Have the goocat go down on you and use your shaft/grind pussies with you, while her goo-hair uses your remaining holes. (causes corruption adjustment, or two corruption adjustments if you have a penis)

Pregnancy

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"As a water wyrd, I'm able to metabolize the seed before it has any chance to take root... unless, of course, I consciously allow it to do just that. Is there a particular reason you ask?"

You were just thinking that since the both of you are going to be engaged in such vigorous activity...

Nihara raises a finger mid-sentence and nods. "I've given some thought to it, especially since the lake is going to be safer than it was. But even so... I'm willing to let whatever happens happen."

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If you're virile and do the Impregnation scene, Nihara will likely, unsurprisingly, get pregnant. See Nihara Pregnancy for more details. 'Hydrating' Nihara with more of your bodily fluids will accelerate the pregnancy. If you are present for the birth (or induce it with your bodily fluids), Nihara goes into labour.

• Yes: You want to be here for her, no matter what. The birth will be disquieting, especially for someone unused to how Nihara's kind works, but that's a small price to pay for seeing this to the end.
• No: This is something you don't need to see, and Nihara's clearly capable of handling herself.

Regardless of your choice, Nihara's pregnancy comes to term without incident. If pure, she gives birth to one water wyrd child, or if corrupt she gives birth to two. They remain with her in the Undermountain, being raised in the ways of goocats.