Backwoods-Savage
01-28-2006, 04:54 PM
Once there was this woman, who was, sad to say, very flat across the upper body. Year after year of seeing beautiful, large-breasted women walking away with handsome guys finally got to her. She decided that she would have large breasts at any cost. At first she went to a breast treatment center. After several weeks, despite all the injections and fillers they had given her, her breasts were no larger. She despaired. She went everywhere, but everything she tried came to no avail. So she went home and cried and prayed. After several days of this, during one praying session, there was this sudden poof, and her fairy godmother appeared before her.
“Well, dearie, you want larger breasts, do you?” “Oh yes, oh yes, please fairy godmother, give me bigger breasts. I beg you,” the woman implored. “Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll do it, if you promise to stop bothering me. Promise?” the fairy godmother asked. “Yes, I promise!” “Okay, then. A thinga de do, a whoom ba de zo, and bibbidy bobbidy do. Zap, boom! There. Now, dearie, whenever anyone says ‘pardon’ to you, your breasts will grow an inch. Fine? Bye, dearie.” And with a flash, the fairy godmother left.
Of course, the lady wanted to try out her godmother’s spell immediately. She then ran out of her apartment and seeing some unlucky passerby, collided with him and promptly fell to the ground. “Oh, pardon me. I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Zap! Boom! Her breasts bulged forward an inch. “No, I’m fine,” she laughed, as she ran back into her apartment. She inspected her breasts. Oh, they were actually one inch larger; in fact, exactly one inch. She decided to try again the next day.
At work, the following morning, she contrived to bump the manager and spill her coffee into her lap. “Pardon me! Here, let me help clean you up,” the manager said. Zap. Boom! Her breasts jumped forward another inch. “Oohhh, I’ll clean up myself.” She ran into the women’s bathroom and gleefully examined her breasts. Two inches! “I’ve got to celebrate.” That night, she went to a posh Chinese restaurant. “Aahh, I’ll treat myself to the best. After all, I could easily beat out Dolly Parton by tomorrow. I’ll be famous!” As she sat there, a waiter passed by, carrying an armful of aromatic dishes. She stretched, delighting in the feel of her newfound breasts, ... and her arm banged into the waiters midsection. The waiter fell with an audible “Ooofff!!!” sending dishes and sauces all over her. Groveling, the waiter said to the lady, “Oh please excuse; A thousand pardons miss...”
“Well, dearie, you want larger breasts, do you?” “Oh yes, oh yes, please fairy godmother, give me bigger breasts. I beg you,” the woman implored. “Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll do it, if you promise to stop bothering me. Promise?” the fairy godmother asked. “Yes, I promise!” “Okay, then. A thinga de do, a whoom ba de zo, and bibbidy bobbidy do. Zap, boom! There. Now, dearie, whenever anyone says ‘pardon’ to you, your breasts will grow an inch. Fine? Bye, dearie.” And with a flash, the fairy godmother left.
Of course, the lady wanted to try out her godmother’s spell immediately. She then ran out of her apartment and seeing some unlucky passerby, collided with him and promptly fell to the ground. “Oh, pardon me. I’m so sorry, are you alright?” Zap! Boom! Her breasts bulged forward an inch. “No, I’m fine,” she laughed, as she ran back into her apartment. She inspected her breasts. Oh, they were actually one inch larger; in fact, exactly one inch. She decided to try again the next day.
At work, the following morning, she contrived to bump the manager and spill her coffee into her lap. “Pardon me! Here, let me help clean you up,” the manager said. Zap. Boom! Her breasts jumped forward another inch. “Oohhh, I’ll clean up myself.” She ran into the women’s bathroom and gleefully examined her breasts. Two inches! “I’ve got to celebrate.” That night, she went to a posh Chinese restaurant. “Aahh, I’ll treat myself to the best. After all, I could easily beat out Dolly Parton by tomorrow. I’ll be famous!” As she sat there, a waiter passed by, carrying an armful of aromatic dishes. She stretched, delighting in the feel of her newfound breasts, ... and her arm banged into the waiters midsection. The waiter fell with an audible “Ooofff!!!” sending dishes and sauces all over her. Groveling, the waiter said to the lady, “Oh please excuse; A thousand pardons miss...”