"Fuck it, what the hell!" swore Esma, as soon as her eyes fell on the two large hills of Essora, as soon as she entered the threshold of the bedroom.
Her two younger sisters, who were following her, also froze in place, staring at the two large volumes of Essora.
Then all three of them looked down at their breasts, and all three of them felt very sick.
All three Valkyrie sisters were already small, but they were also deprived of volume in this part.
"That's not fair," Esma blurted out resentfully, as if Essora had taken what should belong to them.
"Don't be so dramatic," — Arabel shook her head.
Essora, embarrassed, tried to hide her new size.
"Okay, Esma, help me extract some of Essora's blood essence," — Arabel asked.
When she didn't get an answer, she turned around and saw that Esma was looking at her with resentment.
"What now?" she asked.
"You helped her, didn't you?" asked Esma. "What did you give her to make her so bloated?"
