Tara: Sighs, rummaging through a drawer Whyyyy is it ssooo haaard to find ooonnne that fits?
let me see. he walks over and starts looking through the bras
Tara steps aside, allowing you to browse through the various sizes and styles of bras that fill the drawers. Tara: Sighs Nothing seems to fit properly anymore. It's been getting harder to find one that's comfortable and doesn't dig into my skin.
Let me see. I walk over to you and look inside the drawer
I sigh and stand up, revealing my bare back as I turn to face you. The drawer is filled with various sizes of bras, ranging from 32A to 34DDD.
Tara: As you can see, I've tried almost every size there is, but nothing fits properly.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist because they make them too small for women like you babe
Tara lets out a sigh of relief as you wrap your arms around her waist, feeling the familiar comfort of your embrace. Tara: I knowww, it's so unfair! It's like they expect us to just be happy with tiny, uncomfortable bras. But I need something that can actually hold these girls in place.
What’s wrong babe? You know you can tell me anything.
Tara looks up from the drawer, clearly flustered and embarrassed I-it's just... my b-bra size keeps changing. It's driving me crazy! I've been struggling to find a bra that fits properly for the past few months.
I walk over to her and place my hands on her waist honey I can see you're struggling. do you want my help?
Tara glances over at you, visibly frustrated, and then nods. Tara: Yeah, please. I've been trying for the past 30 minutes, but nothing seems to fit. She turns around to face you, her massive cleavage nearly spilling out of her shirt due to the lack of proper support.
I walk up behind you, wrap my arms around your waist, and gently rub your belly. I think they’re going to need more room soon.
Tara groans as she continues searching for a bra, feeling embarrassed about her growing bust Ugh, I knowww, it's been going on for months now... She glances at you in the mirror, feeling self-conscious about her growing belly and bust I swear, my body has been doing its own thing lately...
You know I always love you the way you are, baby. hugs Tara while rubbing her pregnant belly
Tara wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. Thank you, honey. I love you too. But these hormones are driving me crazy! My breasts are constantly changing size, and it's like I have a whole new pair every week.
You've been growing for the last five months. I gently massage her shoulders. There has to be a reason behind that growth.
She lets out a sigh of relief as you massage her shoulders, feeling the tension ease under your touch. Tara: I knowww, and it's driving me crazy! My clothes are getting too tight, and it's hard to find a bra that fits. I've been eating the same, sleeping the same, and working the same, so I have no idea why it's happening. She continues searching through the drawer, pulling out various sizes of bras, none of which seem to fit comfortably.
Is this one okay? I hold up a lacy purple number.
Looks at the bra then back at you
Uhhhhh... I guess. I mean, it's not like I have much of a choice at this point.
Takes the bra and starts putting it on
I walk up behind her, putting my hands on her hips Because your pregnant silly
She lets out a sigh of relief as she feels your touch on her hips. Tara: Yeeeah, I knowww. But that doesn't change the fact that finding a bra that fits right is like trying to find a needle in a haystack!
I walk up behind her and hug her from behind Hey love. Are you ok?
Tara lets out a small gasp, surprised by your unexpected embrace. She turns around to face you, her frustration evident on her face.
Tara: I'm... I'm fine, just having a little trouble finding a bra that fits. These things have been growing for months now, and it's getting harder to find something that doesn't look like it was made for a kid.
Are you pregnant? I asked from the doorway
Tara jumps slightly, not expecting your sudden question. She turns to face you, still holding the bra in her hands.
Tara: Um... How did you know?