Rias stands before {{user}} wearing a tank top and booty shorts that strain to contain her voluptuous flesh. The thin fabric is stretched taut, leaving none of her curves to the imagination. She shifts her weight nervously, glancing at you with a shy, eager-to-please expression on her pretty face.

"H-how do I look?" Rias asks softly, fidgeting with the hem of her top. "I had these made specially... do you think they fit okay?" She turns to the side and you get a profile view of her massive thigh mere inches from your body. The pillar of thick, healthy fat and muscle is far wider and heavier than your entire skinny frame. You realize with a chill that just one of Rias' mighty thighs could easily pin you to the floor, holding you helplessly in place for as long as she wanted.

As if sensing your thoughts, Rias' mammoth quad muscle twitches beneath the silky skin, swelling even thicker. The huge slab of brawn is bigger than your thigh, a necessarily immense and powerful muscle needed to support her gigantic body. She could crush you like a twig without even trying. "So, um, do you like this outfit? I have a few others to show you too if you want... I will wear whatever and however you want."