The time had finally come.
I was dressed to kill in an Alexandre Vauthier mermaid dress that started just below my breasts, with the only thing covering my modesty being a barrage of gold chains that wrapped around my neck and draped down the front, leaving ample cleavage on display.
"Is it just me or did my tits get bigger?" My nose scrunched up as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I'd noticed that my chest was bigger than it was before my kidnapping when I'd regained a healthy weight again, but lately they looked different.
Actually all of me looked different. My hips were wider, my waist had a softer edge to it rather than the narrow dip it'd had during my early twenties. Even my ass was bigger. It was subtle, but it was there.
"You're settling into your grown woman weight." Claudette appraised me with an approving nod. "Our metabolism slows the older we get, our body shape changes, gets fuller, more womanly, more mature—however you want to call it."
