Ralph had dragged his makeshift raft all the way onto the shore of the tiny island before he realized that the native women regarding him curiously from the edge of the forest weren't standing behind a row of boulders after all.

Watching the flames burnish Roland's noble profile as he sipped his brandy alongside the fireplace, Alexis reflected on the irony that the object of her desire should be delivered to her tonight of all nights, while her tits were stuck in the bathroom.

Patrick loved large breasts more than anything, which was why he kept several in his refrigerator.

"Gosh, I really wish my history teacher's boobies were bigger," thought Andy as he nudged the corpse of the old man aside with his still-smoking pistol, grabbed a wad of twenties from the cash register, and dashed out of the odd little shop.

Bob was a dork, and Stormi Knight should have known better than to offer a lapdance to a man wearing wide-wale corduroy.

When Wanda awoke in the strange laboratory after her automobile accident, she was so delighted to discover that her breasts were twice their previous size that she failed to notice that the pair of dead escaped convicts on the adjacent operating tables were no longer equipped with brains.

"Look out, Washington," Elizabeth thought triumphantly as she watched her opponent stumble through his hastily-prepared concession speech, "Here comes Libby Lawrence, Double-D President!"

"That's funny," Sister Mary Catherine remarked to the Mother Superior as the strange little deliveryman wheeled his hand-truck down the center aisle of the convent chapel, "I don't recall ordering this shipment of Holy Water."

If you're wondering how big a pair of tits it takes to bust open a double-wide mobile home like a pork sausage in a microwave, let me tell about the time my mom tried to make busenberry pie.

As the bus from the girl's school field trip arrived at the farm, Clem noticed Farmer Wallace's shotgun propped next to the milking machine and had an interesting idea.

As Doctor Phillips vacuumed the fat from Ms. Dandridge's thighs, Nurse Franklin noticed the never-used BLOW setting on the liposuction machine and had an interesting idea.

"Oh god," District Director Emma Smith groaned as she hoisted one of her gigantic breasts off of her desk at the Center For Disease Control and groped for the ringing telephone somewhere underneath, "Please don't let it be another chemical spill at the yogurt factory."

"Darn," thought Kirstin as she packed for her trip to cheerleader camp, "What'll I do with this nanite farm I've been growing for the science fair?"

My name is Dan, and I'm a perfectly normal teenager except for the hormone in my saliva that instantly turns women into huge-titted nymphomaniacs, and my unfortunate lisp.

"Okay, Abigail," Professor Gorman asked petulantly, his hands poised over the keyboard of the cloning chamber's gene sequencer, "Just how many breasts would YOU consider to be too many?"

As the buxom earth-girls were marched onto the mothership in chains, Zranx scratched his dicks and decided that half a tit-fuck was probably still better than none.