Suggestions
By Quasimodo
This story sucks. It's not worth breaking the law over. If you shouldn't
be reading it, please don't. If you are allowed to read it, you probably
shouldn't anyway.
"Hello, is this 1-900-REAL-WOMEN? Great. I'm doing fine. You? What is your
name? Well then, Amanda, let's get going...
"Oooh yeah! I like that. Hey, baby, does it feel awful hot where you are?
Yeah, I'm sure it does. Maybe you're actually getting hot over a guy you
don't know. Yeah, that would be pretty funny. Especially since you can't
see him.
"I'll bet you are getting hot for me, after all. Yep, I bet your nipples
are aching at the thought of me. Why, I'd even wager you're getting wet
between the legs. I would. Seems like you can't hear enough of my voice,
doesn't it. I have that effect on people sometimes. Maybe I should go into
voice acting.
"You're not fingering yourself, are you? That's amazing. Now what would
be really amazing would be if your breasts started growing. You might not
notice it at first, but pretty soon it would project itself upon your conscious
in subtle ways. Maybe you'd feel a slight pinching or pain as you started
to outgrow your bra. Pretty soon the pain would become persistent, and
in exasperation you'd take your bra off.
"Do your breasts feel awfully...heavy? They're probably getting to be too
big for your shirt to conceal. You're also probably very horny seeing these
mounds grow right in front of your eyes. That's pretty normal.
POP! "There goes one button. I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of them
flew off, as well, considering the size of your chest. You are truly splendid
looking, I imagine. Roughly the size of volleyballs. I know it's a hackneyed
measuring tool, but it's still appropriate.
SNAP! "Well, there goes the bra. Tenacious little sucker, considering how
far you've likely grown. Don't you feel great? You should. It's the great
American dream to have breasts the size of basketballs. You should feel
very proud.
"Pretty soon you won't be able to stand up under the weight of your new
'sports equipment.' Ha, I crack me up.
PLOP! "I guess that's that. You won't need to worry about standing anymore.
Just concentrate on the pleasure of having breasts that completely cover
your legs when you sit on the floor.
CRASH! "We don't have much time left together. Your babies take up the
lion's share of space in the room, now that you're starting to push furniture
about. I'll bet it feels great, having breasts that large. And heavy, don't
forget how heavy and full they feel. It takes a lot of mass to push a dresser
around.
"Well, it's time to bid each other adieu. Now that your breasts have filled
the entire room, I imagine you're finding it difficult to breathe. But
the pressure they exert on everything feels great, doesn't it? Just imagine
that the room is like a large, rigid bra. When your breasts finally cover
your mouth, that will be the end."
THE END