Hermea comes home to Sam with a gift from June.

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Hermea climbed the staircase to her apartment carrying a fair amount of apprehension as well as a suitcase in her left hand. These had both been given to her by June in the last fifteen minutes of her working day and weighed on her almost as much as her milk was- that is, not by all that much, but it was noticeable.

June had all but accosted her as she was finishing up a spreadsheet and started talking about her new creation without giving Hermea a moment to realize what she was talking about. When she finally realized the subject of the conversation, she cut June off and gently suggested a different avenue for the reveal.

June had barely waited to get there before continuing to talk. “I’m ecstatic to finally have this kind of thing put together, and I honestly cannot wait to get back to my main lab to test this bugger out. You wouldn’t believe half the materials I had to slap together into the supports and the cross-supports I had to design to make this whole thing work.”

“—That’s fantastic, June, but—”

“Took them fucking ages to finally respond to my requests for some of these synthesized materials, and they screwed it all up twice. Twice, Hems! They’ve only botched up my requests once before!”

“June!” Hermea had grabbed her to shake her out of her endless talk, which only worked for a few seconds.

“Hu. Looks like you’ve gotten more forceful since we’ve last met. Wonder if Sam instilled that in ya’.” June had then slipped out of her grasp, grabbed the suitcase she brought with her, then clicked it open and revealed the contents.

Hermea still had trouble visualizing the whole thing. It looked like a blanket at first glance, but that was due to the sheer amount of material in its construction- in reality, it was a bra, and not one for just any woman on the street. June had claimed that she had specifically tailored it for Sam’s body and breasts, then got on a tangent that had her explaining the various minutiae in its design, where she lingered until the workday was over. Even further than that, honestly, considering Hermea missed the train she usually took.

She had used the transit home to boil down everything she’d been told: that it wasn’t just fabric in the shape of a bra, it redistributed the weight and eased the load of a hyper woman’s breasts on her back, allowing them to be far more mobile in their lives. It wasn’t a perfect fix- maneuverability was still an issue, and there was no solution to the milk buildup throughout the day, though June promised it would minimize that problem.

And now here she was, standing in front of her apartment, key in one hand, briefcase in the other, mind buzzing with and losing the rambling explanations June had given her. She took a deep breath, then unlocked and opened the door.

Sam was sitting in front of her computer, glaring down at the laptop sitting half on top of her exposed breasts, half in her cleavage. After a moment of staring at her screen, Sam slowly picked up her head, blinking as she refocused on Hermea. A smile bloomed on her face as she opened her arms to her wife. “Hemmie!”

Hermea returned the smile, setting down the suitcase to step forward and accepting her wife’s embrace. “How’s the apartment holding up, Sam?”

“Fine.” Sam let go and leaned back, “Had to file another noise complaint over Tif.”

“Again?”

“Look, I get that her and Jerome don’t see each other often, but that doesn’t mean that they get to do all that while we have to listen.” Sam sighed. “At least Miriam had brownies to offer.”

“Did she leave one for me?”

“No.”

Hermea let out a chuckle. “Wise choice. It wouldn’t have lasted long around you.”

Sam glared at Hermea, but quickly relented. “The truth hurts. So, what’s with the suitcase? Did they finally send work home with you?”

“Uh, no. June got back to me with something.” Hermea stepped back, leaned down and undid the locks, pulling the prototype bra out and holding it up for Sam to see. “She–”

Sam’s eyes lit up the moment she saw it. “Ooh, She made a bra!”

“Yeah, it’s–”

“Looks big enough to hold all of me, and not just when I’m dry.”

Hermea blinked in surprise. “Well, she–”

“And those supports! Looks like more than just fabric slapped on.”

She let the garment drop, her suspicions deepening. “You got something to tell me, Sammy?”

Sam let out a giggle. “What, am I supposed to be dumber than this?”

“No, it’s just that June–”

“May have used similar wording? I’ll come clean, she called me gushing over what she made. She may have also talked me into playing a little prank…”

“Really?” Hermea scoffed. “Someone had to convince you?”

Sam’s smile grew wider. “You know me too well. Anyway,” she clapped her hands and rubbed them together, wearing a giddy look, “gimme, I wanna try it out!”

“Aren’t you going to milk yourself down to fit better?”

“Well, yeah, I could, but I wanna see how it deals with the big challenge. I’m not full full, but I should make sure it doesn’t pinch much.” Sam paused. “…If it does at all.”

“Well, I hope it won’t.” Hermea turned the bra around so that it was facing Sam like she would put it on. “So, do you want me to set it on the table, or…?”

“Nah, just–” Sam had extended a hand for Hermea to give it over, but Sam suddenly hesitated. “Actually, lay it out on the floor. I’ll fiddle and futz around with it.” Sam moved her laptop to the floor and stood up, slowly lifting her life’s largest burdens.

Hermea shrugged and followed her directions. “If you say so. …Mind if I watch?”

Sam blinked a few times and glanced up at Hermea. “I guess so? If you’re worried about me–”

“I’m not worried about you,” Hermea quickly replied before continuing, “I’m just curious. I know it’s tricky for you to put on your bras and I wanted to see how you’d go about this.”

“Alright.” Sam turned and lined herself up with the bra. “Just don’t laugh. Here we go.”

A few steps forward, and Sam lowered her breasts down onto the bra beneath her. Hermea worried a bit when she saw how much Sam’s breasts bulged out as they were lowered down, but Sam seemed to continue unconcerned. Once her breasts were solidly resting on the floor, Sam rocked forward on top of them to grab the upper straps of the bra and bring them back to her shoulders. One by one, she fastened the straps around herself after testing how they were supposed to connect together.

Once everything was in place, Sam took a deep breath, then rocked back into a kneel. Already, Hermea was impressed- the material hugged every… tight curve, but Sam didn’t seemingly feel any pain. With a quick move and a brief stumble, Sam stood.

As the moment paused in the air, they both stared at the bra with held breaths.

Sam glanced over at Hermea, her caution slowly melting into glee. “It… it works. It works!” She tried moving around, gently at first but slowly pushing her tests more and more. Hermea stood hypnotized by the spectacle, seeing her wife’s chest shift, shake, and settle in its confines, at times briefly squeezing into the air before returning back into place. “I can’t believe it works!” Sam snapped towards Hermea and crossed the room quickly, grabbing the latter and pulling her into the closest approximation of a hug for Sam, pulling Hermea’s head down to the imposing depths of her cleavage and all but threatening to bury her in there. “Thank you, thank you! Uh, well, maybe I shouldn’t be thanking you specifically, but you were the one that brought it home, and I’m just way too excited to really think this whole situation through properly but seriously, thank y…”

Sam’s words started dying out as her breasts seeped up and over Hermea’s ears. They pressed up against her with more force than she remembered, but the bra was probably doing all the work here. Quite honestly, the situation was simultaneously a bit worrying but also quite hot. Just being surrounded by all this titflesh was just so… what was the word? It took Hermea a second to realize that this was one of the signs she was losing oxygen, and then pull an arm out of the booby trap to tap out of Sam’s embrace.

An agonizing second later, Hermea lurched back out into the cool air, looking up at her wife’s blushing face. “Sorry, Hemmie. I did it again without thinking… I just… I was–”

Hermea moved forward and silenced Sam with a kiss. She quickly realized this was a bad idea, considering she was just gasping for breath a few moments before. She broke the kiss and cradled Sam’s face. “It’s all right. You were excited, a–.”

“Hermea, I’m not just excited!” Hermea knew better to stop Sam when the latter used her actual name. “This– do you realize what this means for me? I can finally go places, I can actually travel! Before puberty hit me like a sledgehammer, I actually loved traveling. I wanted to visit the UK, Germany, Japan. I wanted to see le Château de Versailles, das Bradenburger Tor, The Motherland Calls, il Duomo di Milano. Hell, even when air travel became… impractical, I still held out hope that I could have gone to see Flatiron, the Chrysler building, the Gateway Arch, but then…” Sam paused. “But now… Now I’ve at least got some hope that I’ll be able to see something outside of California’s borders.”

“So, what have you been planning? Where have you been wanting to go?”

Sam’s smile grew wide enough to split her face. “Let me pull up a map and I’ll show you.”