Homemade Hauler

Occasionally, I think we can all be a little guilty of denying that there is a problem of some sort. Perhaps the car has started making a noise it never used to, or maybe we should really go to the doctors to get that thing looked at. Sometimes, I think it is also about not giving into 'lifes little challenges' so easily, and instead trying to carry on as normal, as best one can.

With that in mind, our protagonist still cannot come to terms with the way her body is continuing to change and challenge her, it would seem. Whilst some people panic and flail about at the first sign of trouble, she instead seems strong willed enough to push on regardless.

However, as much as she may want to 'Keep Calm and Carry On', or even just bury her head in the sand, it is hard to deny that without action of some kind, she is really going to start to struggle. Having stuffed, stretched and bust every bra she can find from the assortment of mainstream retailers, and not willing to fully aknowledge her growing bust by commissioning expensive, custom bras, she decided to take things into her own hands. After all, how hard can it be?

Well, quite hard, actually. The bra is arguably one of the most complicated everyday garments to construct; not only does it require linear measurement, but also takes volume into account, along with the very real issue of actually providing structural support. Our protagonist though is a bright girl, and working with what leftover material she could find and cannibalising the graveyard of busted lingerie that had served before, she made herself a servicable, if slightly crude bra. The difference it made, however, was night-and-day for breasts that had become so large and heavy for her petite frame. She considered that it could be improved upon, sure, but it would do for now, and she could get back to more important tasks.

As these things go though, it wasn't long before she would have a chance to refine her skills some more. As her breasts grew even larger, first she had to let her bra out, and then a second time, before finally admitting that she'd have to make another, even larger version. Slowly but surely, the same thing happened to the second bra, too. No matter how much she altered or added to it, she eventually outgrew it.

By the third attempt, she was beginning to run out of spare material - at least pieces that were large enough to be useful to her billowing bra designs - and so she began to scavenge whatever she could. Curtains, bed sheets, and old t-shirts and dresses - gradually accepting that she wasn't likely to be wearing them at her current size anyway. It took all night to patch together, but the end result was another wonderfully, if unintentionally eclectic bra of the most substantial capacity. If needed, she could even make a little more room if she undid, or more likely popped the buttons that had been donated by a once well-fitting blouse.

'Surely I won't need to make a larger one than this?' she contemplated...