Jim stumbled and almost fell - from equal amounts of shock, and the weight of the massive, incredably firm tits hanging from his otherwise still male body. These massive globes of breast perfection were encased in a tight black spandex crop-top. Nstled in the phenomenol cleavge, Linger smiled contentedly up at him.
"What did you do?" Jim asked, horrified. "I'm a freak!"
"Yup," Linger said, complacently. "Local's call ya tit-boy."
Jim gaped at the imp, and the winked. "Think of this as an 'It's a Wonderful Life" kinda deal. Only, instead of showing you what life was like if you were dead, I'm showing you what life would be like if you'd grown massive hooters during puberty. Breasts so large, that the amount of rogee female hormones necessary to grow the breasts screwed up his mind."
Jim made a strangled sound. Linger chuckled. "Screwed up his mind so that he was obsessed ith having his tits amired, fonlded, sucked, fucked - anything he could get."
Before Jim could work out what he wanted to say, he spotted somebody he knew - or the 'alter history' version of somebody he knew - closing in fast, eager to speak to Jim. It was...
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