With special thanks to echo
Chapter 1
"Would you like fries with that?" Helena asked, dressed in a pink blouse and skirt combo with a white apron around her waist. They featured deep pockets, stuffed full of napkins and some utensils. Her feet were adorned with matching flawless white roller skates with pink wheels. It was restaurant policy that the skates, above all else, remained pristine throughout service.
"Yeah, gimme a side of fries. And a milkshake, toots," the customer ordered, grinning widely as he played into the 1960s theme of the restaurant.
"You got it, daddio," Helena responded with a flourish as she took the order. She whirled away, her long brunette hair held in place by a pink and white headband.
Helena whipped around and skated back toward the diner proper. This job was hell on her feet, but she couldn't deny that it had done wonders for her fitness. Her legs were absolutely sculpted now despite her slightly chubby body--just a genetic disposition, she supposed. Standing at a below average 5'4, she'd felt slightly envious of taller girls before, but not having the burden of all that extra height made her more suitable for this job, at least. The taller servers often bemoaned their aches and pains more.
The customers tipped well too. Probably a function of the fun callback to the past, the cute outfits, the cheesecake attitude, or perhaps the biggest elephant in the room: the latent sexual appeal. Helena wasn't about to complain. She had a daughter to raise.
Nancy was getting to be of that age. Well into her teen years now, she was growing rebellious, a little mean-spirited, trying to find her place in the world. She was about the age when Helena had gotten pregnant. That was a discussion Helena had tried to have with her many times too.
Unfortunately for Helena, Nancy was... developing in a way that Helena never had.
Nancy's breasts were enormous. Ever since she'd hit early puberty, her breasts just kept developing, larger and larger. She'd had a hard time at school when all the boys and girls made fun of her until puberty hit them as well. Now she, along with her three friends who were similarly endowed and had formed a friendship out of their support for one another, were objects of sexual desire that all the boys in school lusted over. It had taken a large bite out of the single mother's family finances, starting off with training bras, and then having to shop for new ones constantly. Nancy had begun borrowing and sharing bras with those three friends of hers as they all swelled to massive proportions as if trying to outdo one another.
Worse yet, Helena had no idea how to even shop for bras for her daughter. She had no experience herself. Another reason that this 60s waitressing gig wasn't as hard for Helena as some of the others besides her short stature--her completely flat chest. She didn't have the aches and pains that the other more well-endowed women had. She apparently also wasn't tipped as highly, but that wasn't such a bad tradeoff.
So, Helena had never worn a bra in her life. And her daughter was sporting a pair of breasts that probably commanded their own gravity.
Oh well, perhaps it was just a fluke of genetics. Hopefully Nancy would want to have "the talk" tonight. Helena had tried many times, but now that Nancy was sporting a pair of F-cups, it would probably be wise to try and have it again...
Helena fetched a tray plated with a pair of wax paper wrapped doubles and two baskets of fries. Filling her apron with some glass bottles of classic ketchup, she rolled back out into the driveway to serve her customers. She looked down at her own unremarkable chest wistfuly. Hopefully this pair of diners would tip well.
Chapter 2
Helena got home at 8:00 PM after a tough double shift. Hopefully Nancy had eaten the leftovers that Helena had left in the fridge. Another pair of takeout boxes from Diner on Skates sat in her passenger seat, ready for tomorrow's meal.
The overworked mother got home to their small two bedroom apartment twenty minutes later. Her daughter was watching a reality show about the lives of the rich and big breasted. Helena couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
"Nancy dear, did you eat dinner?"
"Mom, I'm watching the show!"
"Can't you just pause it?"
"NO!"
"Nancy, we need to have the talk."
"Ugh! We already had it, Mom! Years ago!"
"Yes honey, well, that was before you got so big, dear."
"Is that a problem?" Nancy still hadn't taken her eyes off the computer.
Helena stood there for a while, unsure of what to do. Finally, she relented and just went to their little kitchen to deposit tomorrow's meal. She glanced back at her daughter. She'd probably complain about the meatloaf and mashed potatoes meal again. But Helena simply didn't have time to cook, and it wouldn't compare to the takeout from Diner on Skates anyway.
Why did her teenage daughter have to be so difficult?
Helena took the laundry hamper down the hallway and into the apartment's shared laundry area. Separating the whites with the colors, she tossed them into the woefully small washers and swiped her credit card. A few plugs of detergent, and the colors were on their way.
Looking for her stain remover, Helena grunted in annoyance when she realized there was almost nothing left in the bottle. She examined all of the thick, heavy, padded underwear that Nancy was sporting. They were filthy and stained.
Great, yet another thing she had to put off for tomorrow. And she was working a double tomorrow as well. A resigned Helena pulled out her phone and searched online for her usual stain remover.
They were out of stock. Of course.
She looked at related products. "Magic BE gone." Whatever. Helena bought it.
As the washer for the colors ran, Helena began to throw all of the undergarments and whites back into the hamper and headed back to their apartment. But to her surprise, she heard the beep of a keycard being swiped at the front entrance. A delivery man dressed in a strange-looking uniform she'd never seen before approached her.
"Package for Helena," the suit and tie dressed man handed her a package.
"Uh... yes, that's me." How did he know who to hand it to? And it was late at night! AND she had just ordered it!
"Thank you and we hope you enjoy Magic BE gone!" He gave her a goofy salute and scampered out of the building.
Helena just stood, stunned at the strange events. When the door clicked shut and the strange man had disappeared from view, she looked at the package. There it was, Magic BE gone. She didn't have one day delivery service, let alone one minute delivery service!
Oh well, might as well take advantage of the fortunate turn of events. She went back to the laundry room and, with some difficulty, peeled the plastic off of the spray nozzle.
Knowing that her daughter shared a lot of bras with her friends, Helena elected to test the stain remover on her own clothing first. Her waitress's blouse had accumulated plenty of grease throughout the day, so she squeezed the liquid blue cleaner onto her own uniform first. Grabbing the outer edges of her garment, she rubbed the dirty spots against each other. The detergent almost seemed to sparkle before her eyes! Must've worked too hard today. Or maybe it was the harsh overhead fluorescent lighting, reflecting off of something.
When she peeled the fabric apart, the stain was totally treated and already vanishing! She couldn't believe it!
Quickly, she tossed her white blouse into the washer. Moving onto her daughter's bra, she performed the same ritual, treating and removing the stains out of those thickly padded F-cups.
Just for fun, Helena slid the straps over her shoulders and tried to mold the underwear to her own flat chest. God, this thing was huge! She couldn't imagine what it would be like, having to carry such huge swells of flesh on her chest, supported by something this bulky with an underwire running through it. She reached behind her and clipped it shut. She could imagine how uncomfortable it would be, carrying this burden, day in and day out.
No, things were fine the way they were, she rationalized. Just experimentally, she looked down at herself and placed her hands on the large cups and pressed it to her chest.
Seriously huge. Yeah, things were fine the way they were.
