On the twelfth day of Boob Job
the Good Witch gave to me
(It’s 2:00am… You’ve been visiting dreamland for about three hours, when suddenly you realize something is horribly wrong. “Can’t breathe! Must have oxygen!” you think as you force yourself to wake up. You awaken only to discover that you had turned onto your stomach sometime during the night, and your gigantor breasts have somehow managed to wrap themselves around your throat. Strangulation is only one of the many sleeping discomforts caused by massive hooters.
There are no comfortable sleeping positions for big-boobied women. You can lie on your back, but your breasts flop over your arms, trapping them to your sides like a straight jacket. You can attempt to roll over, but your chest tends to function as a speed bump and stops you halfway there. Lie on your stomach, and you have that whole strangulation factor to deal with.
I can’t wait for the night when I can finally sleep in peace!)
… No more underwire …
… No more pesky stains …
… No more “busty” nicknames …
… Eye-contact from men …
… A little bit less cleavage …
… Clear view of my feet …
… NO MORE BACK PAIN!!! …
… No more injuries …
… Many shirts that button …
… Matching bras and panties
…And a small pair of perky boobies!
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