Jim watched in anticipation as the girl, who we really need to name some time, so I'll call her Shub-Niggurath, clutched at her top fearfully, trying to cover her expanding bosom.
"Dammit, Shubby!" cried Jim. "We need to get you somewhere safe!"
And sure enough, he did. People were already starting to point and some were even laughing, as our hero hustled Ms. Niggurath off down a side corridor, eventually flinging open a janitor's closet and pushing her in at the same time her tortured shirt exploded, sending luscious tit-flesh into Jim's side, even as he tried to make room for himself and close the door.
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