Life in the Monastery Part 1

As my eyes started to flutter open I was greeted by a familiar sight, the sun having barely rising was illuminating my room through a slit in the curtains.

My large breasts swayed as I turned away from the sunlight. Hoping for a few more minutes of rest but as fate would have it I heard the shuffling of feet and knew I had to get up.

My hand, still in my crotch from last nights little adventure, felt slightly moist. Ever since that day I hadn’t spend a night without exploring my new body, finding unexpected areas I was sensitive in.

I stretched my breast swaying with the motion as I contorted my body unwilling to stand up yet.

I still wasn’t used to waking up at dawn but if I didn’t stand up soon Caro would likely come barging into my room once again.

With a **** sigh I rolled over and crawled to the other side of the bed where my chest stood. My tits hanging down like pendulums in a teardrop shape. I honestly felt like a cow sometimes as these two seemed to have a mind of their own. They jiggled with every slight movement and were a source of both pleasure and frustration.

I couldn’t help but sigh as I reached for the clothes I had tossed onto the chest last night. Even getting dressed had become an exercise in patience, navigating the extra width and heft made putting on unfamiliar clothes that much more challenging.

Sometimes I missed the simplicity of my old body, the ease of moving without being constantly aware of these two and it was also much easier to put on clothes which I never truly appreciated as much as right now.

Your balance is slightly off as a woman making you arch your back a bit more to counterbalance the added weight upfront. I didn’t notice it at first as I was sneaking around the place but tits my size really didn’t want to stay in place.

Every-time I went up or down stairs briskly they would bounce like crazy and I had learned my lesson to move more carefully or too support my breasts, trying to minimise the jiggling that could be uncomfortable if I wasn't mindful.

It wasn’t too bad in every day life but I remember the time I went down to the village at the foot of the valley, leaving for the first time I sprinted down the long set of stairs not caring at all only to end up with sore breasts for the last few days.

I didn’t even know you could get sore breasts and it was far from a pleasant experience making them even more sensitive than they already are and leaving me uncomfortable throughout the day.

Bending over they would hang down obscuring half my vision and I had to press them down to see something below leaving me with only one free hand to pick it up.

Which is why I finally decided to wear a bra after all. I had until now avoided wearing one but considering the potential benefits I decided to at-least give it a try.

Leaning forward with my butt in the air and breasts pressed against the bed I opened the chest and picked up the one lying on top. On first look it was a simple white bra with nothing fancy to it. It did appear slightly pink but it might just be the morning sun.

Not like I cared that much about it, I wasn’t wearing it to show off nor did I want to.

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I put my hands through the straps, and the cups onto my tits trying and failing to get the hooks in behind my back.

It was easier said than done as I had a hard time even keeping both side close under the tension and getting the hooks in was even harder.

How do girls do this? Maybe the bra is too small?

I climbed out of bed and bend over the chest searching for one that seems slightly larger. Picking out one that might fit the bill or these cow tits in my case.

I tried the different one but failed miserably as well. Once I got one hook in I just couldn’t get the others properly aligned and my fingers were getting tired keeping both ends under tension.

There must be some easier way.

After a bit of fumbling around I tried another method. Remembering how some of the other girls put on their bras in the changing room after bathing. Some went around with their tits bare under the habit mostly the older nuns but among the other girls many wore bras and for good reason.

This time around I put the bra backwards around my waist with the hooks up front finally managing to put all the small hooks correctly in their respective loop.

I turned it around and tried to pull it up from below, but my large breasts didn’t make it easy as I was just pushing them up and had to resorted to both jumping and bouncing on the spot to somehow get them in.

I was kinda happy once I did manage to put it on. Finally they would no longer get in the way as much.