Chapter 1 Bras, Bras Everywhere, and Not A One That Fits
Lara wandered
between the racks of lingerie, growing despondent about finding the F cup bras
she needed so desperately. The nicest department store in Pennington was her
last hope; they’d take her cash. Buying on-line only worked for people who had
enough stability to own credit cards.
If she didn’t
have these huge breasts, she’d have an easier time finding work, but every job
she’d been able to get in the last two years ended because no one was willing
to let her have enough time to take care of her breasts. She had to pump every few
hours, or else she’d be in pain and leak.
Oh, Lara had
tried to stop pumping, hoping her breasts would dry up now that she wasn’t
nursing her son. Every single time, she’d hurt so much she had to pump, and of
course, the more she pumped the more milk she produced. The more milk in her
breasts, the more she needed to pump. She was so fucked.
