a television parody. if the reader is offended by stories involving sex and ever expanding breasts please stop now. also stop now if you are[censored]as defined by whatever busy bodies in your local culture have appointed themselves as guardians of your moral conduct.
***********************************boob meets world
by dddave 8/22/98 ***********************************3:42pm
as usual, corny and gazonga were hanging out. they were in the matthews' kitchen with corny's best friend sawn, his brother eric, and eric's friend jack. friday afternoon and what they were going to do that weekend was the topic of conversation.
3:56pm
"corny, could i see you in the living room for a minute?" whispered gazonga during a break in the conversation. the others were scouting the fridge for something to eat and took no notice as corny and gazonga moved through the swinging door hand in hand.
4:28pm
"guys? could you give corny a hand here? he needs your help!"
7:10pm
"i just spoke to my uncle," announced jack as he hung up the phone. "he said it was quite possible that if you aren't satisfied soon, that your breasts won't return to their original size. the longer you go without satisfaction, the larger they will be when you are satisfied. he was mumbling something about "another overdose" when he hung up."
9:35pm
her breasts were brushing the floor in front of her as gazonga knelt in front of the sofa. corney had collapsed behind the sofa about an hour before and the three remaining boys were groaning and whimpering in exhaustion. gazonga had used every trick she knew. she had teased, cajoled, sucked, given hand jobs. she had dangled her progressively larger tits in their faces, urged them to suck her ever so sensitive nipples.
9:40pm
"mr feeley, i don't want to go home," cooed gazonga. they were standing in mr feeley's entry hall having left the exhausted boys asleep or unconscious. "i still have needs that must be met. you wouldn't want me to show up in school looking like this on monday morning, would you?" she asked as she stood in front of the older man. "after all, this jacket isn't even big enough to fully cover me, see?" she drew mr feeley's attention to the front of the jacket where her hands were holding the lapels as close together as she could. her hands were not even close together. there were still inches of flesh bulging between the halves of the jacket. her arms were pressing great mounds of bosom together and upward.
11:27pm
gazonga strutted down the walk, her hips rocking in a newly acquired sensuous motion. her shoulders back, she relished the newly granted bounce and jiggle she sported under her tightly stretched shirt. it fit now. sort of. just barely. there were gaps between all the buttons. her bra was a total loss. it would never fit her newly over-sized boobs. mr feeley had done the trick. finally.
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