Emilia's breasts compress together as she squeezes through the doorway into the dining room. She moves slowly and deliberately to maintain her balance. Despite her tailored foundation garments as well as her routine daily lumbar exercises, thirty-six pounds of breasts on her petite frame severely limits her mobility.
Arriving at the dining table, Emilia is pleased to find her favorite cherry sorbet and a cup of fresh coffee. She turns to the side, careful to maintain her center-of-gravity as she slides both the dessert and coffee further away—she would need the extra space. Next, she pulls back the chair, angling it slightly towards her.
Turning to face the table, Emilia tilts back until the bottoms of her breasts clear the table edge, then steps forward. Feeling the surface brush the underside of her bust, she leans in, letting her breasts drop onto the table. The weight transfer alleviates the stress on her lower back, and she pauses to savor the rare moment of relief.
"Oh, hello, first dick pic of the week." Alicia turned her head away and tapped the screen."Block block block. Ugh, it was pale and skinny and taken from the side. Who takes them from the side?!"
Percy scowled, seated across from her in the café booth. "So, not flattering, then?"
"A dick pic is never flattering, but even to the twisted mind that thinks it is, it can't be good when I have to figure out what I’m even looking at. If anything, your genitals should be the last thing you show your partner, not the first. What will it take for these dudes to learn?"
"Probably hearing it earlier in life, from someone like yourself, seat