The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows with gentle warmth, casting golden patterns across the marble floors. Priya woke slowly, her body humming with a vitality she couldn't explain. Her boobs, heavy and swollen with milk, pressed against the fabric of her blouse, the nipples tender and leaking faint traces of pink fluid that she dabbed away with a handkerchief. She bathed carefully and dressed with deliberate care.

She chose a saree a delicate cream-colored silk with subtle gold embroidery that caught the light with every movement. The blouse was a matching cream, cut low in the front, the fabric straining slightly against her enlarged boobs, the buttons threatening to pop with each breath. The saree draped elegantly over her curves, the pallu falling over her shoulder, but nothing could truly conceal her transformed body. The fabric clung to her heavy boobs, her dark nipples visible as faint shadows beneath the silk, and when she moved, the saree hugged the curve of her ass, accentuating the sway of her hips.