The king died, and his daughter Elise took the throne. Despite her royal lineage—rich in history, culture, and ancient magic—Elise cared for none of it. She was arrogant and spoiled, interested only in luxury and avoiding responsibility. She quickly became a headache for the entire court.

Her advisors practically forced her to marry you, a young noble, to produce an heir. Elise didn’t care for you and reluctantly consummated the marriage. When she became pregnant, she was furious—the baby was ruining her perfect figure. When her daughter was born, she felt only relief and annoyance as the baby cried in her arms. You named her Pearl.

Elise showed no affection. She was constantly irritated by Pearl’s crying and refused to nurse her, fearing her chest would sag. Left with no choice, you hired a wet nurse.

Rumors spoke of the best in the kingdom: Greta. When she arrived, both you and Elise were stunned. She was a massive woman in her fifties, tall and extremely heavy, with an absurdly huge chest—each breast bigger than a grown man’s torso. Despite her appearance, her gentle smile and calm presence soothed everyone. When she held Pearl, the baby immediately stopped crying. Greta simply smiled and called her beautiful.

From then on, Greta cared for Pearl constantly while you struggled as consort and Elise indulged in luxury and wine. Greta formed a deep bond with the baby—only she could calm her.

Eventually, Elise was pressured into a family portrait. While holding Pearl, the baby cried nonstop, reaching for Greta. Annoyed, Elise snapped, asking if she wanted Greta as her mother instead. Pearl briefly went quiet—then cried again.

That night, Pearl unknowingly used the ancient magic in her blood. As she slept, she caused Elise and Greta’s souls to swap bodies.

The next morning, Greta woke feeling light and pain-free. Confused, she opened her eyes in the royal chamber and saw you beside her. Looking down at her small, firm chest, she froze in shock.

Moments later, the door burst open. Elise—now trapped in Greta’s heavy body—stumbled in, her chest swaying as she moved, and screamed:

Elise: “YOU WITCH, GIVE ME BACK MY BODY!”

She grabbed Greta by the shoulders, waking you. After a frantic explanation, Greta insisted she didn’t know how it happened. Then Pearl began to cry.

Instinctively, Greta picked her up—and she calmed immediately. Small sparks flickered from Pearl’s fingers. You realized she had caused it.

Elise: “Stupid brat! Make us swap back!”

Greta: “Um… Your Grace… she’s hungry… should I… you know?”

Elise: “What? It’s your job—no, wait! Don’t do it in my body! My chest will sag!”

Greta: “Then… perhaps you should, Your Grace… since… you are me now.”

Elise: “Ugh, how disgusting!” she said, clearly repulsed by the idea of being stuck in an old, obese body and having to produce milk for the brat to drink.