Kitchen

As she moved, Nyra's newfound curves bounced and jiggled with every step, throwing off her balance and coordination. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath, straining against the buttons of her shirt, threatening to pop them open at any moment. Her hips swayed hypnotically, drawing unwanted attention to her generous assets.

*"Damn it!" Nyra muttered under her breath, trying to ignore the strange sensations coursing through her body. "Focus, Nyra. You've faced worse situations than this."

She quickened her pace, attempting to navigate the maze-like corridors of the mansion, before finding herself in the mansions kitchen.

“Damn, I doubt I’ll find anything here that will help me.” She paused before looking around, as she started to feel a little peckish. “Sigh fuck it might as well look for something to eat or drink while I’m here”

With that she began to look around the kitchen for something to eat