Tayna reached deep into the shadows of her closet, her fingers gliding over the luxurious fabric of a dark green, floor-length maternity dress adorned with intricate silver trim. The elegance of the garment captivated her; she couldn’t help but picture how stunning she would look in its flowing silhouette, especially under the soft glow of candlelight during tonight's gathering. Next, she pulled out a light green, knee-length maternity dress, ideal for a more rexed atmosphere. With its short sleeves and breathable fabric, it seemed perfect for the gentle summer breeze that would accompany the evening.

  As she continued to rummage through her wardrobe, a couple of additional options caught her eye—a sleek bck maternity dress that exuded an air of sophistication and a cssic white one that radiated timeless beauty. Satisfied with her selections, Tayna felt a thrill of excitement course through her as she hurriedly exited the closet, her heart racing with the anticipation of the night ahead. She made her way toward the oversized vanity where her sister-in-w, Amelia, was seated, her expression a mixture of concentration and disbelief.

  Amelia was preoccupied, staring intently at her breasts, her hands hesitantly weighing them as if she still couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she had jumped from a B-cup to an E-cup in what felt like the blink of an eye. Tayna couldn't help but smirk at the sight, and with a teasing lilt to her voice, she quipped, “If you keep fondling yourself like that, I might just have to get Ben involved. He’s gentle when handling horses—he surely knows how to handle a woman like you.”

  Amelia jumped at the unexpectedness of Tayna's remark, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep shade of crimson. “H—He’s a man of integrity!” she retorted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and indignation dancing across her features. “He wouldn’t just—”

  Tayna chuckled softly, cutting through her sister-in-w’s protest. “Trust me, he would be foolish to overlook a woman of your caliber. He’s no fool.” With a pyful smile that illuminated her face, she extended the light green dress toward Amelia. “I picked this one for you. It’s cute and will beautifully accentuate your hips and legs.”

  Amelia's eyes darted to her reflection, her confidence wavering as she scrutinized her figure. A frown etched itself upon her brow. “I-I don’t want to show off my body like some kind of…”

  “Harlot? Or my personal favorite, a Velveteer. Aiming to ensnare a commoner with your feminine wiles. A poor, unsuspecting soul. I don't think Ben would mind that you show a little bit of skin; he would definitely appreciate it. He's not blind." Tayna interjected with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying the moment.

  "That's not what I mean!" Amelia cried out, her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red. "I mean, I don't want to show off more than is necessary."

  "Oh, come now, there is nothing wrong with wanting to show a little skin. Your brother seems to like it when I wear a tight-fitting dress, or maybe a bodice that shows off a bit of cleavage. You know, you can tease a man and still keep things tasteful."

  Amelia frowned and gave her sister-in-w an exasperated look before she gnced at the other dresses and chose the one that seemed like it would cover her the most. "I-I think I will go with the bck dress instead."

  With a knowing nod, Tayna pced the green dress aside and grasped the bck gown. It flowed elegantly, the fabric fring out beautifully, and the sheer shoulders hinted at allure without being too revealing if you were someone who had D-cup breasts, but Amelia couldn’t be a beggar at this moment. The skirt cascaded to the floor, with a daring slit that revealed just enough of a shapely leg to tantalize the imagination. Intricate embroidered flowers adorned the cups of the dress, beginning delicately small at the top and blossoming into more detailed designs below. An innovative fp, artfully shaped like a flower, teased the idea of practicality for motherhood, allowing for nursing while maintaining an exquisite appearance. Inside, the cups looked luxuriously soft to the touch.

  “Wow. This is a stunning dress,” Amelia breathed, her eyes widening with wonder as they roamed over the intricate designs.

  “It’s likely that Leandra wore this dress while nursing her children,” Tayna observed, while holding it out. “But I doubt she’ll have use for it again, considering her age, I doubt she's pnning on expanding her family. So, what do you think?”

  Amelia took the bck gown and put it against her chest, and nodded, 'Interesting? Well, at least it doesn’t resemble a typical maternity dress. It feels more like a gmorous evening gown that has been skillfully tailored for a nursing mother. But it's still small for me! Stupid grown spurt... Whatever, this is the best option I have.' She sighed, a mix of resignation and renewed determination surfacing in her expression. "It'll work."

  Tayna smiled, "Good! Let me help you get it on."

  After a few minutes, Tayna helped her sister-in-w put on the dress.

  'It's a little snug in the boob region. Like that was going to be a surprise, rah, I feel like I'm fat, but it should be okay for one night.'

  Amelia stood before the mirror, assessing the way the dress hugged her curves. Her breasts, rger than those of the Duchess’s, strained against the fabric, the cups barely accommodating her shape. The result was a delicate hint of cleavage, a subtle but alluring detail that she both admired and critiqued. The skirt flowed down to the floor, its snug fit around her waist accentuating her silhouette while offering a sense of elegance.

  As her sister-in-w Tayna carefully fastened the back of the dress, a transformation began to unfold. Unbeknownst to them, the garment was imbued with a hidden enchantment. The final click of the st button activated the magic woven into the fabric, and a soft glow emanated from the intricate embroidery of the cups. Although barely noticeable, the shimmer signaled the dress’s connection to Amelia’s own magical energy—a thread of her mana weaving into the design.

  Amelia adjusted her posture, tugging at the dress to ensure the cups provided adequate coverage. She inhaled deeply, feeling a mixture of pride and apprehension. ‘It’s stunning,’ she thought, ‘but it’s not quite perfect. I’ll make it work… Hopefully.’ Just as she aligned the fabric to fit more comfortably, she felt a sudden shift. The cups subtly repositioned themselves, leaving her with a deeper, more pronounced cleavage than she intended.

  “Hey! Stay up, you silly—ngh?” As she instinctively reached to pull the cups back into pce, a surprising sensation enveloped her. It felt as if the fabric itself, imbued with magic, was caressing her skin, creating a gentle pulling and massaging effect. Goosebumps erupted across her skin when the stimution intensified, drawing her attention to her nipples, which were now being delicately pinched and pulled toward the center of the cups where the small opening y. She shuddered, unable to prevent a low moan escaping her lips as the pressure and pleasure increased, her nipples growing taut with each passing moment until they finally slipped through the tiny hole that were hidden by the floral fps on the cups of her dress. The enchantment was attempting to stimute her breasts to produce milk.

  A shiver ran through her as the cool air brushed against her exposed flesh, sending a jolt of electricity to her core. Amelia bit her lip, suppressing another moan.

  "Amelia, are you alright?" Tayna asked, a concerned expression forming on her face.

  "I'm fine, I promise!" Amelia replied, her cheeks flushed with color. 'This dress is enchanted? Why would a maternity dress need an enchantment? Oh?... B-But I can't deny that it feels nice. Huh!?'

  Amelia tried to relieve the sensation by arching her back, forcing her breasts outward. A part of her felt ashamed, but another part of her craved more. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the feeling. It was a pleasant sensation, almost rexing. But her curiosity about the purpose of the enchantment lingered.

  "Hmmm." Amelia opened her eyes, turning to face the mirror again. She observed her reflection, admiring the dress. She smiled softly; she was finally beginning to enjoy how it accentuated her new curves and highlighted her features. Plus, the sensation in her nipples felt amazing as her milk ducts started to open up.

  The fabric felt incredible on her body, so smooth and soft, almost silky. She felt as if the dress itself was caressing her, teasing her with its subtle touches and massages. Amelia shuddered as her imagination wandered. She imagined being held, touched, and teased by Ben. Her cheeks reddened.

  Amelia's hand found its way to her right breast, her fingers tracing along the edge of the cup.

  Tayna couldn't help but notice Amelia's reaction, her brow raised in surprise. "Are you feeling alright?"

  "Huh? Oh! It is a little tight," Amelia admitted. "But it is doable. I just wish I had some way of releasing the pressure. You know?"

  Amelia stepped toward the mirror, her arms extended, turning side-to-side, admiring her figure. The way her breasts swayed and bounced slightly was hypnotic. Plus, the gentle pulling sensation made her nipples tingle. She loved the feeling. It was almost addictive.

  She noticed how the dress clung to her curves, emphasizing her bust and hips. She smiled, admiring her appearance. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one she welcomed nonetheless. She ran her fingers over the fabric, enjoying the softness and smoothness of the material. While at the same time, her boobs seemed to be getting bigger as the milk gnds began to swell.

  'Why am I feeling this way?' Amelia thought to herself. She knew it was the enchantment, but she couldn't resist the pleasure that radiated from her breasts. 'This is embarrassing. Why am I thinking about him? It's just a dress!'

  Amelia felt a strange, familiar heat pooling in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat quickening. She felt her breasts getting heavy and the urge to have Ben suck on her tits was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, imagining Ben's mouth around her nipple, sucking and nibbling. Her pussy clenched, a moan escaping her lips.

  Amelia shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the thoughts. But it was impossible. She was already picturing Ben's lips wrapped around her nipples, his tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh, suckling away the sweet milk, swallowing every drop. His hands gripping her ass, pulling her close. His cock hardening between them, pressing against her stomach. She knew how big he was thanks to stumbling into him by mistake one day when he was showering after falling into mud. He was so much rger than anyone else she had ever seen.

  "Is something wrong, Amelia?" Tayna asked as she witnessed Amelia acting strangely.

  "N-No!?" Amelia replied, her voice shaky. "I'm fine."

  Amelia's mind was going crazy, and she didn't know how to tell her sister-in-w about it. Her body felt hot, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, poking through the fabric of her dress.

  Amelia bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to think of anything but Ben.

  Tayna couldn't take the silence. "Amelia, if there is something bothering you, please tell me. We're sisters-in-w."

  "No...nothing," Amelia answered, shaking her head. "I'm fine."

  "Are you sure?" Tayna pressed. "You don't seem yourself."

  "I'm fine, Tayna. It just feels nice! Okay," Amelia snapped.

  Tayna was skeptical and noticed Amelia's breasts looked a little engorged after she put on the dress. "Hmm?... I wonder if your mana is still developing your body. Or?" Tayna looked at the dress in question and noticed that the embroidery was glowing a bit. 'Hold on? Could the dress be enchanted?... Yeah, I think it is... What does the enchantment do? If so, why would the Duchess have such a dress? Or was this the Duke's doing... who knew Aric was such a pervert?'

  Tayna cast a sidelong gnce at her sister-in-w, a mix of curiosity and concern furrowing her brow as she noticed the peculiar transformation happening to Amelia was due to the dress, which shimmered subtly, its enchantment becoming evident. It was a rare type of enchanted gown, typically reserved for noblewomen who were nursing their infants. The magic was designed to activate only in those capable of producing milk, and it was not meant to affect someone like Amelia, who hadn’t gotten pregnant, let alone being a virgin. It was puzzling to Tayna to why the enchantment was working on her sister-in-w now.

  "Hey, maybe we should try one of the other options—" Tayna began, but was cut off by Amelia's abrupt response.

  "No!" Amelia’s voice rang out, filled with an urgency that surprised even her. Instantly, embarrassment crept into her cheeks, and she added in a quieter tone, "I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me."

  A teasing smile stretched across Tayna's face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, you like the dress, huh?"

  Amelia’s cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, and her voice wavered, betraying her nerves. "Um, n-no, it’s just that the other dresses... they won’t cover my bosoms as well as—ngh?... As good as this one—YES! THAT’S IT!... I mean, that’s the reason," she stammered, stumbling over her words as the cups of her dress continued to pulsate and massage her breasts vigorously.

  Tayna couldn’t contain her grin; it spread wide enough to light up her entire face. The opportunity to tease Amelia was enticing, but she also felt the weight of their risky situation. They were in a restricted area, and it was only a matter of time before a servant or guard came gncing by, and they would undoubtedly be caught trespassing.

  "Oh, I see," Tayna said, attempting to keep her tone light despite the rising tension. "Well, we should definitely find some hair clips to keep those bangs of yours in pce. Sit down and let me see if I can find a matching set." With that, she began rummaging through their surroundings, eager to help, while keeping a vigint eye out for anyone approaching.

  Tayna rummaged through the cluttered drawers of the ornate vanity, determined to find some cheap hairclips that wouldn’t spark Leandra's infamous wrath. The first two drawers yielded nothing but an array of lipsticks and brushes, while the next contained an assortment of sweetly scented perfumes. But it was the fourth drawer that caught her eye—a beautifully crafted wooden box, its surface gleaming, but secured by a small, intricate lock.

  “What’s this?” Tayna murmured, her curiosity piqued as she carefully pulled the box from the depths of the drawer. It was surprisingly heavy, almost as if it held secrets from another time. Amelia, lost in a daydream just moments before, blinked back to reality at the sound of Tayna's voice, intrigue threading through her thoughts. What could be inside the mysterious box?

  "Um... maybe it has a tiara?" she offered, her mind still foggy from the pleasure of the dress's attention to her chest.

  "Perhaps. But who locks a jewelry box?" Tayna murmured, setting the box atop the vanity. "Let's find out, shall we?"

  "Y-You know how to pick locks?" Amelia asked, a look of surprise crossing her face as she gnced at Tayna.

  "Dalia's boyfriend showed me how to pick locks a few times. His name is Percy and he's surprisingly sneaking for a Royal Retainer," Tayna muttered as she fished a small, thin wire into the keyhole and work on the lock.

  "Wait a minute. That Wolfkin is in a retionship with Prince Quinus' retainer?... I didn't know a human could get a Wolfkin pregnant... Interesting... Ngh!" Amelia mused as the enchantments around her bosom finally reached the core of her breasts, causing her to moan softly as her nipples were massaged and rubbed by the magic. She could be a wet nurse as her milk started to collect, ready for suckling.

  "Shh!" Tayna shushed her. "Yes, now stay quiet."

  Tayna worked the wire in the lock, gently applying pressure to the locking mechanism until a satisfying click echoed through the room. "Hah! I got it—whoa!"

  The lock that was picked began to glow red before it snapped the hair pin and relocked itself.

  Amelia eyes widened as this was the first time she's seen an enchanted lock. They were said to be uncommon but not that many Nobles had them due to how expensive they were.

  Tayna clicked her tongue in frustration, tossing the useless lockpick aside. "Well, it must be something of importance if Leandra has a lock like that on her box. But what could possibly be so important to her that she's guarding it so closely?"

  "Yeah... Hey can I get a look at it? I've never seen an enchanted lock before."

  "Sure, here you go," Tayna replied, picking up the box and handing it to Amelia.

  The brunette stared at the box, noting how the intricate runes and etchings covered the dark, cquered wood. The keyhole was still glowing red after Tayna's failed attempt to unlock it.

  "Hmm, this looks interesting... I've only heard stories about these types of locks." Amelia whispered, running her fingers along the surface.

  "Yeah... I'm a little concerned about it glowing, still. It must be to indicate when has tried to open it, right? I just hope it can't identify who tried to break into it?" Tayna wondered, her brows furrowing slightly as she watched Amelia examine the box.

  Amelia rubbed the tips of her fingers over the lock, feeling a faint pulse of magic coming from it.

  "Maybe..." Amelia muttered, looking back at Tayna. "Should we try and see if we can find key for this—"

  *Clung! CLICK!*

  Amelia and Tayna both looked at the box with surprise and confusion. The lid cracked open a bit and the glow from the lock vanished. They had no idea how it just opened and neither one of them noticed the tiny shadow tendril creeping back into Amelia's shadow.

  "What did you do?" Tayna whispered.

  "Nothing, I was just looking at it." Amelia replied, equally confused. She was still oblivious to her newly awakened shadow magic that's been working on instinct. "Maybe you truly did pick the lock and the mana wore off from the enchantment?"

  "I be surprised if that was the case, but I'm pretty sure this isn't supposed to open without a key. Anyway, we shouldn't be compining," Tayna muttered, opening the box further and peering inside.

  The two dies leaned over and peeked inside as Tayna opened the lid completely. The light shimmered off all the pieces of jewelry and accessories that were contained within the container. There were earrings, neckces, and rings. Some of the more eye-catching pieces included a diamond tiara, an amethyst neckce, and an ornate sapphire bracelet. But the most peculiar thing about this jewelry was all the different crests, insignias, and emblems engraved on each piece of different Noble Houses.