As the target beeped, Sharon's breasts suddenly surged outwards, growing to beachball size in seconds. Overbalanced, she fell to the ground and rolled over until she was practically pinned under their weight; she managed to struggle to her feet, however, and stagger back to her cover. Her target sensor was still in place, clinging gamely to the shreds of her T-shirt hanging from her neck.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," she called to the others. "About what I'd expect, knowing Jim. Well, what are you waiting for?" The game continued in earnest. Several more Sharons got hit a second time, and they soon found that the massive frontage severely hampered their game, making it much harder to duck without falling over, and making it impossible to run in a straight line with their swaying breasts jerking them off balance with every step.
Soon everyone had gotten hit at least once, and half of them had gotten hit twice. Jim was enjoying the spectacle.
Sat Aug 14 20:20:27 1999