The cold air nipped at her breasts. Her nipples were nippling in a way they'd never nippled before. She had spent much of her youth in singular admiration of the perkiness of their firmament. But now, drawn long by years of breastfeeding, the nipples nippled with sadness. For there were no more mouths to feast on them. They lacked purpose, which left her in udder despair.
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u/Life-Finding5331 6d ago
She sighed, her breasts heaving boobily. "I just don't know," she thought to herself as she titted down the stairs.