In the Fullness of Time 4 - 02

It felt as bad as it looked.

Sweating beneath a morning sun was unbecoming of elegance as she felt her apron dig into her belly. She has mastered time to avoid the need for such strenuous work outs and allow her to work at her own pace.

The warmth of Meiling’s hand upon her back and her words of encouragement were lost on Sakuya as she felt every inch of her outfit grow taut around slack muscles coated in thickness. Her face flushed with discomfort.

Indulgence had caught up on her, but she’d be damned if she was ever going to openly admit it…