Gimme a 'C'!

I've always been small in the breast department and my excitement was so great when I moved up to a B-cup from an A-cup that I phoned my mum on the other side of the world to tell her. I was 18 and I thought I would be stuck with my B-cup boobs for the rest of my life. Lately, however, my bras haven't been too comfortable and when I took my bra off at night I has these bright red lines across my swollen bosom. I also recently started sporting the very attractive 4-boob look, so I thought the time might have come for a new bra.

I found some pregnancy bras in town yesterday - they "grow with you" - but they were such hideous contraptions I couldn't imagine ever wearing one with dignity. I may be pregnant, but I still have taste. So today I popped into a large department store and raided their lingerie department. I grabbed a handful of soft-looking bras both in my size and a C-cup. I felt a bit silly as I tried on my first C-cup bra as I was convinced it would be huge. It fit like a glove! And it was so comfortable! I tried on all the others and all the C-cups fit perfectly. Grinning inanely, I went to the cashier clutching 3 new (C-cup!) bras. Three? Well, of course I need a black one and a white one and that skin coloured one was just so soft... When I got home my first words were not "Hello" or "I'm home" but "I'm a C-cup!"