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The machine's metallic voice suddenly beeps, "ADJUSTING"

What does that mean? "BUST SIZE: TITANIC" Now wait just a minute, you think. But, too late, suddenly your shirt is starting to tear. You look down, afraid of what you might see. You are right. Your boobs are suddenly inflating to massive proportions very quickly. Within five seconds they are pressed up against the steering wheel, constricting you breathing. You barely make it out of the car before your own boobs kill you. By the time they stop, you are about to be crushed by the massive balls of flesh now attached to your chest. You can barely stand with the weight of two, probably close to one hundred fifty pound tits.

Then the machine says, "AGE: 21" Oh well, you think as your skin becomes tighter, your boobs perkier, but still titanic, and the rest of you body adjusting accordingly. The machine buzzes then shuts off. Then it explodes.

Well, you may as well get used to being Jessica.

Written by Little JAXBRIGGS

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