The months that followed Abby's eighteenth birthday blurred into a rhythm. Her days were filled with brutal work, aching muscles, and ended most days with Luke. Winter consumed the Cairngorms. Snow piled against the caravan. Abby’s body changed. Her shoulders broadened, her thighs thickened with muscle, and her abs carved themselves into ridges beneath her 36CC tits. The crew no longer called her “princess”. They called h...