Milk duds need support too!

Thomas remembered there was a time when he wondered what purpose breasts served, especially when he was barely old enough to really remember his mom holding Jennifer in her arms, cradling her against her chest, and watched as the baby's lips were wrapped around the pink fleshy part at the tip. It was something that he had wondered, especially when she told him that "girls have the blessing to feed their baby" and, someday, he would know what that felt like. Sure, she told him, it wasn't easy and it required her to pump and feed the baby at all hours, but there was something to be said about the feeling and what it meant. "When you become a mom, you'll understand."

Thomas wondered, in part, if the aches and pains were a part of it.

Richard had made sure to pack some extra bottles and bags, that was a nice thing to get, and even had bought a specialized pump that could latch on and be supported in the bra so he could work with barely any real notice or sound. Not that he intended to do so but, as a teacher, it was something he had to make sure to avoid. There were knowing glances and more than a few of the female students in his class were sympathetic and encouraged by his presence in the room. Even the boys, who were never shy about getting a glance or three at his breasts, were gentlemanly enough to not leer or make a deal about it. It was already a bit embarrassing to suffer the looks from the male teachers on staff, the women were much more welcoming and helpful, and even the principal had made a point to setting aside a room for him to pump.

Thomas looked at the paper in front of him as he gently massaged his breasts, feeling their added weight as it was getting nearer to a feeding, and smirked at the next question.

19.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF BRA WOULD YOU BE WEARING?

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and sighed. I would be wearing a sensual looking maternity bra, something that could give me support and yet be able to function when needed. He placed the pen back down and walked to it, slipping off the robe and slowly lifting the pink bra up and eased himself into it, taking the extra time to making sure that the straps weren't too tight, and then walked down the hallway to the room. It wasn't that hard to hear the muffled cries coming from there, especially with the little ones stirring awake.

"You got this one?" came a voice from behind and he just smiled as he undid the right cup and lifted the young girl up out of her crib and brought her to his nipple.

"Yeah, I got this one," he replied and looked back lovingly at Richard. "You were so good to let me sleep in last night, baby..."

He smiled and walked up behind his wife and gave him a long kiss before he watched as the baby's lips latched and began to drink. Thomas softly cooed, stroking the girl's mob of blonde hair, and then slowly rocked her in his arms. After finishing up, Richard came back into the room and took the sleeping child from his arms and burped her before laying her back down in the crib. He was about to say something when he looked at his wife, sitting down in the rocker, fast sleep. He brushed the long strands of hair from her face and gave her a kiss.

20.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...HOW OLD WOULD YOU BE, HOW TALL WOULD YOU BE WITHOUT SHOES AND WHAT WOULD YOU WEIGH WITHOUT CLOTHES?(DON'T LIE)