Kafka's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone warm and concerned as he looked up at her, his eyes searching hers.
"You alright, Mom? Are you comfortable now that you're...a bit more open?" His gaze flicked briefly to her chest, where the parted shirt revealed the wide, pale expanse of her cleavage, her massive breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Olivia shook her head to clear the haze, forcing a smile as she focused on the physical relief.
"I-I'm...fine, Kafi." She said, her voice soft but steady. "Much breezier now. It feels like I can finally breathe."
Her breasts moved with each inhale, the milky expanse shifting like a restless sea, the motion drawing Kafka's eyes despite her efforts to ignore it.
Kafka's gaze lingered, a playful glint in his eyes as he studied the single button still holding her shirt together at the base of her cleavage.
