Lads . . . you might want to skip this one. Ladies, read on!
When you want them to hold up your strapless and they go “ha, ha, nope!” . . .
When you want them to stay strapped in the pretty bra, and they leap out . . .
When you have a favourite bra, and they change size just to fuck with you . . .
When your uterus is trying to chew its way out through your stomach, and they decide to double the misery . . .
When they break the buttons on your favourite blouse/stretch the shit out of your favourite t-shirt . . .
When they make a break for freedom while swimming in the public pool . . .
And when you’re going about your life, and they suddenly move/itch/break free/require adjustment . . .
You are experiencing boob ‘tude. And I feel your pain.
Special thanks go to Milady, who helped me develop this concept.
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