When the two huge breasted (well, not compared to her) Amazons grabbed and subdued her, Sharon cursed her now enormous lactating breasts. Their swaying and slapping against her chest had been so painful that she had had to hold them with woth arms (which was hard enough with the milk escaping from her nipples making them slippery) and still they wobbled so much they slowed her down so much the two Amazons had caught her soon.
Sharon slumped down in defeat and the two Amazons half dragged, half walked Sharon's unresisting exhausted body back. Meanwhile, Sharon had a chance to compare their bodies, especially their breasts, to hers: While still massive, their breasts were considerably smaller than hers, attached to bodies more appropriate to hold such giant globes and last but not least, harnessed by sturdy looking bras. In retrospect, she wondered how she had hoped to have a chance to escape the two muscular henchwomen.
Very soon, Sharon was back where her shortlived escape attempt had started and once again securely strapped down, resignedly listening as her fate was outlined to her:
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