Madam Chen sat alone in her private chambers.
Her elegant daoist robes were tight.
They were usually tailored to suit her robust chest.
But not anymore.
She stared down at her own breasts with a pained look as her delicate brows knitted.
They had grown again.
In the past weeks, they had swollen day by day.
She felt heavy and full like an overfed cow.
Her nipples ached with a deep, throbbing heat that radiated down her spine. Her back screamed in protest whenever she tried to stand straight.
Even her once-proud, perfectly rounded hips and buttocks had softened and added weight to become plump, fertile motherly curves that made rising from her seat a very slow and humiliating struggle.
She shifted slightly in her cushioned chair and a soft whimper escaped her lips.
"It hurts… so much…"
Her voice was small—nothing like the imperious tone that you'd expect from a peak master.
She had tried everything.
Meditation. Suppression seals. Cold spring baths.
