You step up to the mirror and are amused by your distorted reflection.  Your breasts look as large as pumpkins and your face is exceedingly strange.  Suddenly, without warning, a terrible pain pounds through your head and you try to look away from the mirror, but are unable to.  Some evil force is keeping your eyes glued on your own reflection.  You grip your head with your hands and realize with horror that your chest is expanding.  You can withstand it no longer and, blacking out from the pain, you fall unconscious to the floor...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>You awaken some time later, and the first thing you realize - even before you notice Baron Sukumvit standing over you again - is that your chest is still swollen to ridiculous proportions.  Each of your breasts is at least as big as your own head, perhaps larger, and your clothes have stretched to accommodate them.  This time there is no rope binding you, only the new weight of your chest making it awkward to get up.<br/><br/>"I told you I would see you soon, my dear.  By now I'm sure you've realized that this entire path is a dead end."