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wished for all the women in the world to be HH cups.
(POOF)
The next day I woke up to see my girlfriend sporting the
largest set I had ever seen! Talk about wild, mind-numbing
sex! I gave her the best 15 seconds of her life! In fact
I gave her those seconds several times that morning. It
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Later that week, (It was later because I missed five days at
work. Hey, I had to break them in!) we went out. First there
was the neighbor lady, old Mrs. Haversham. Wow, that's old Mrs.
Haversham with the huge rack! She was gigantic! We had places
to go and people to see, so there wasn't too much time to dwell
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We went down to the mall. I'd call the mall the land of the
giants! All the women had giant breasts! This was great! We
went into the lingerie shop as planned, and there found a lovely
outfit for my girlfriend. We also found that all the tops fit
perfectly! Heck, why not? All the bras were HH cup; only the
band sizes were different.
We left the mall and stopped at the post office. Now, there
was a mail carrier. She certainly was carrying some packages!
She turned, and I loved that profile. Everywhere I went for
the next week was like that. Big boobs to the left of me, big
boobs to the right of me, big boobs to the front of me, onward
and onward into the valley of boobs I rode. |
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After about two weeks, the ride got a bit trying. They were
all the same size. No matter which women I met, her rack looked
just like every other woman's. Soon they went from being the
same size to being the same annoying huge size. I can't
begin to tell you how many times a waitress knocked a drink
into my lap with her tits, or my girlfriend got her nipple stuck
when closing a window. Then there were the ugly woman with their
knockers, or those trying to make a statement by going braless.
One or two, fine, but a parade of fatties and uglies with their
giant milk glands bouncing back and forth. They started going
from nice tits to the udder parade.
I was getting very turned off by the whole thing. They were
all the same size. They were all huge. In fact, they didn't
even seem huge anymore; they seemed normal. In time, I began
to remember women with smaller breasts. Soon, I wanted way too
many of the woman I saw to have smaller breasts. There just
wasn't any fun when all the women's breasts were the same size.
Sure, big was nice, but when they become udders; who cares?
The fun in breasts was leaving my life.
Then the day of salvation came.
"Have you learned your lesson?" boomed a voice.
"Yes, I am sorry. I never should have wished that," I replied.
"Good. Here is another wish to undo that which you have wrought
upon the world," said the voice.
"I wish all the women in the world would go back to their normal
cup sizes; except for my girlfriend, who shall remain as-is!"
I said.
"Hey, I thought you'd learned!" said the voice.
"I learned not to be greedy, and that variety is the spice of
life!" I replied.
"You were suppose to learn that women are more than sets of
breasts!" yelled the voice.
"Women are, but my girlfriend isn't! Wow, look at her tits now!
Biggest on the block!" I said smugly.
At this point the voice became very angry and turned me into
a newt.
You may wonder how I am able to write this.
I got better.
:-P
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