The Flea Market

Amy wandered through the crowded aisles of the flea market, her 600cc implants straining against the buttons of her plaid pajama top with every step. She paused at a booth selling handmade jewelry, her eyes tracing over rows of gemstones and delicate silver chains. 

The vendor, an older woman with kind eyes, glanced up at her customer and did a double take. “My word, honey, looks like you’re about to bust right out of that top. Those things look mighty uncomfortable.”

The blonde blushed, glancing down at her overfilled chest. “They’re new,” she admitted. “I’m still getting used to them.” 

“I’ll say,” the woman replied with a chuckle. “Here, I’ve got something that might help.” She rummaged around under her table, eventually producing a colorful scarf. “Try wrapping this around yourself, might take some of the pressure off and make it easier to get around.”

“Thank you,” Amy said gratefully, accepting the scarf. She wound it around her torso, lifting her heavy breasts and securing them in place. The relief was immediate. “I really appreciate it.”

The vendor smiled. “Us big-busted gals have to stick together. Now, what can I help you find today?”

Amy spent some time browsing the jewelry, eventually selecting a hammered silver pendant and a gemstone bracelet. After paying, she paused, wanting to ask the woman’s advice. 

“Do they...do they ever get less sore?” She gestured at her chest. “The doctor said the swelling will go down in a few weeks, but they just ache constantly.”

The older woman nodded in sympathy. “They will, honey, but the bigger you go, the longer it takes. And there’s always an adjustment period after each...procedure.” Her eyes flicked down to the blonde’s cartoonishly-proportioned chest. “Especially when you’re workin’ with a set as eye-catching as those. How big did you say they were again?” 

“600cc,” she replied, shifting her weight from foot to foot. The extra weight felt like a ton of bricks on her petite 5’2 frame. 

The vendor clicked her tongue. “Darlin’, most women would kill for a chest like that, but it’s a lot to carry around. You just remember - you do this for you, not for any man.”

 “Oh I definitely got them for me! And I love them, they're just taking a little getting used to. Anyway, thanks for the scarf - it’s a lifesaver!”

“Any time, honey. You take care now!” The vendor waved.