The blond farm daughter was sitting in the kitchen wolfing down pancakes drenched in syrup. She heard the giant milk tanker backing into the farm driveway and hurredly wiped her sticky lips and lept up barefoot to run outside to greet it. The ratty-old screen door creaked open ominously as she ran over with her mouth full to say hit to the delivery man.

"Hi Darla. Are your parents awake?" the guy asked. "Mmph, my daddy's still asleep. My mom's int he kitchen.", Darla choked down her pancakes and said through syrup-covered lips. Her dirtied bare feet wiggles in the red dirt of the road and she smiled at the nice delivery man. His eyes briefly glanced down at her humungous chest but he quickly cleared his throat and looked away. "Maybe I'll go say hi and see if I can get some of those pancakes!" he exclaimed. He waved and turned aroudn to head for the farmhouse.

Darla liked the cute delivery man and smiled back. She was used to people staring at her boobs. People said that if they got any bigger they'd explode. She looked down at sighed at them, hanging in veiny mounds and bulging through her coveralls.