Seamstress-Surgeon [Sailor TG Breast Growth]

Being one of the few eligible Englishwomen in the North Carolina colony was exhausting. From the moment she landed, she had been hounded by every man within fifty miles, married or otherwise, settlers and seamen alike. The port was lawless in those days. For security and the sake of a quiet life, she accepted the proposal of one Edward Halcombe, a widowed landowner with holdings along the Pamlica River.

The man was generous with his affections. Overly so. Within five years, he had given her six children.

She was frankly exhausted. Seeking relief, she posted a notice for a governess. A comely one.

"I do declare!" she gasped to see the slip of a girl trudging up the farm track, holding her frilly petticoat above the sloppy mud. "Jonas Grey! Is that really you?"

The girl gave a high, startled squeak.

Jonas had been a privateer and a brute. Of all the men of those days, he had been the most persistent and forceful. She recalled his rum-soaked breath, the way he had almost twisted her arm out when he'd grabbed her for a lustful squeeze. It had been her fear of him that had pushed her into the safe arms of Edward.

There was little left to fear of him now. He told her his sorry tale. He had been badly cut in a knife fight with a rival aboard ship, and had found himself delivered into the ministrations of the ship's surgeoness. Drifting in and out of delirium, he had felt her needle slip in and out of his flesh, tightening, lifting, sculpting, until, in his fevered state, he looked down to see the pert pair of breasts she was busy stitching his pectorals into, like a seamstress sewing together a ragdoll.

She laughed at that. He explained that, with his manhood taken, and, with it, the strength to lift a cutlass, his career as a privateer had ended. He was destitute.

Joanna (it seemed a more fitting name) was given the job. No pay, but a bed and food in exchange for her services.

That night, she lay by the hearth, listening to the creak of the bedspread, as her husband fucked Jonas' beautifully crafted new body on the other side of the thin walls. She breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the governess would buy her a before respite before the next pregnancy, now that her husband's affections had another outlet.