You had to admit, you were more than a bit shocked by that of all things given how, voluptuous her chest was. Looking down you couldn’t really see a flaw in her tan colored breasts. They were perfect D cups accented even more by the cloud white bra, you saw a bead of sweat trickle down between them then swallowed reluctantly tearing your gaze away and into her eyes. You coughed awkwardly.
‘Can you elaborate more?’ You asked. Mia let out a long sigh.
“I don’t really expect YOU to understand.” She said lifting them up in her hands, the fat spilling over her fingers. “But hauling around these things has been a nightmare for the past 25 years”, Mia then dropped her breasts and they proceeded to jiggle up and down.
“There’s the annoyance of wearing a bra. The looks men give me all the time. Needing to clean under and in between them every time I bathe. The comments about my weight by my co workers. The back pain. The struggle of finding a shirt in my size every time I shop.” She counted each of her annoyances on her fingers. “And on top of allllll that! What ever I do. THEY. JUST. KEEP. GROWING. BIGGER. AND. BIGGER!”
You were definitely shocked by that last one. This woman was in her mid to late thirties, well past puberty and her prime. The fact her breasts STILL kept growing definitely wasn’t normal. But...
‘If they really bother you that much.’ You said, ‘than I guess...’