The automatic doors hissed shut behind Selena as she stepped out of the supermarket, her shoulders slumped from six straight hours of restocking canned goods. She adjusted her cap against the late morning sun, already dreading the five-block walk to pick up her first food delivery order of the day. Her sneakers scuffed against pavement.\nA particularly rough step made her heavy tits bounce painfully, drawing a whimper. Selena glared down at the obscene mounds distorting her shirt. “Disgusting,” she muttered to herself, quickening her pace. Like anyone would want a broke, dumb dropout shaped like this. The delivery app pinged—another twelve hours before she could cry into her collection of dollar-store romance DVDs.",\