Paula got dressed.
She noticed how her hard nipples, she had a bra in case something similar happened to her as to Claire. Trying on the bra her breasts seemed to push hard against the fabric, making her feel like it was a straight jacket and her tits were being squashed by the fabric. So she went braless, good thing in the jungle. Paula put on her camouflage shirt to find that while it was looser on her frame her breasts were pushing hard against the fabric creating irritating but pleasurable motions.
She wrapped her chest in bandages designed for gunshot wounds. Binding her new tits but also allowing them to breath in the heat. Even then her shirt seemed only to contain her breasts. They moved with the motions of Paula's body. She bounced over a log, they wobbled. Soon she pulled on her pants and a pair of female size tennis shoes to help her continue walking towards the heart of this darkness.
Fucking hungry she ate several chocolate bars with her canteen of water to wash them down. Thoughts started to intrude her mind, was becoming a pregnant woman so bad? His ex-wife had wanted children but he wasn't ready, a former SEAL buddy picked her up on the rebound and now they had three. Paula had seen Bec on Facebook with her bloated belly, cradling it with that glow about her.