Kara’s breasts are bursting balloons, skin stretched tight across mounds of flesh. Aquamarine veins take tortuous paths away from darkened areolas. The culprits: old boob job and new baby.

“Will there be milk?” Kara asks, cradling her lip-smacking, hand-sucking newborn.

“Depends which nerves they severed for the enhancement. Only trying will tell. Here, I’ll hold her in place.”

“She’ll suffocate!” Kara grabs one great breast, yanking it away from her daughter’s tiny nose.

“Nah. We’ll pull her bottom in tight. Her nose will tilt right up.” I tuck the newborn’s stubby legs under the opposite breast. “There you go.”

The baby latches; Kara sighs. “Amazing.”

“How silly,” she says, pushing at her skin to make an air hole for the baby. “I got these to feel more like a woman.”

“Oh, you’re doing great. We’ll just have to watch her weight gain.”

After sucking for awhile, the baby falls asleep, content, and Kara hoists her dripping breast back into her nursing bra.

About the Author:  Cortney McLellan

Cortney McLellan is a writer, mom, and registered nurse in Anchorage, Alaska. Her stories have appeared, or are forthcoming, in cream city review, Storyglossia, and Mud Luscious. She studied writing at the University of Michigan. She can be found online at word-flood.blogspot.com.