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Lydia had always known her daughter, Raven, was different. The girl had been a brooding, intellectual goth since her early teens—obsessed with poetry, black lace, and the macabre. But over the past few months, something had changed. At first, it was subtle. Raven’s skirts grew shorter. Her sweaters clung tighter. Then came the dramatic shifts—her once-flat chest swelled into obscenely large, jiggling breasts, her hips widened, and her backside became a plump, round spectacle that drew stares everywhere she went. Worse yet, her sharp wit had dulled into vacant giggles and airheaded remarks. --- Lydia stood frozen in the doorway of Raven’s bedroom, her stomach twisting in horror. Her daughter—*her once-brooding, intellectual goth girl*—was posing in front of the mirror, dressed in what could barely be called an outfit. A sheer black mesh top struggled to contain Raven’s now-massive breasts, the dark nipples barely concealed beneath the fabric. Below, a leather corset squeezed

Lydia had always known her daughter, Raven, was different. The girl had been a brooding, intellectual goth since her early teens—obsessed with poetry, black lace, and the macabre. But over the past few months, something had changed. At first, it was subtle. Raven’s skirts grew shorter. Her sweaters clung tighter. Then came the dramatic shifts—her once-flat chest swelled into obscenely large, jiggling breasts, her hips widened, and her backside became a plump, round spectacle that drew stares everywhere she went. Worse yet, her sharp wit had dulled into vacant giggles and airheaded remarks. --- Lydia stood frozen in the doorway of Raven’s bedroom, her stomach twisting in horror. Her daughter—*her once-brooding, intellectual goth girl*—was posing in front of the mirror, dressed in what could barely be called an outfit. A sheer black mesh top struggled to contain Raven’s now-massive breasts, the dark nipples barely concealed beneath the fabric. Below, a leather corset squeezed