Sharon began to venture down a corridor when suddenly at the opposite end she saw Dr. Crenshaw, some sort of security personnel in dark uniforms, and ... Candace?
Yes, it was Candace, evidently unconscious, being pushed down the hallway in a wheelchair. Her breasts were insanely, exuberantly hu-monster0mongous, two great fleshy beach balls threatening to swallow up any easy view of her head. Cnadace was guided into a room, and Dr. Crenshaw thanked the mysterious security men, who departed.
Sharon approached him. "Doctor, what's going on?"
He sighed. "Candace bolted out of this facility and Jim ran after her. After a while, all I could do was keep checking the news, hoping for some unusual sign. Then I heard that some sort of commotion was breaking out at a club called Mountaineers, and that it had something to do with some amazingly busty stripper, and I decided to check it out. It was Candace, all right."
Sharon peeked in on the unconscious Candace. Her boobage was absurd, insane, by any sensible standard simply way too big -- and yet, Sharon found the sight strangely hypnotic, even somehow inspiring.
"Your own breasts have reduced."
"What!? Oh, yes ... " Sharon felt depressed about that, until she realized that Dr. Crenshaw was actually pleased. "Any idea why?"
"I have a few ideas, but I need to concentrate on Candace a while longer."
"Sure, I understand, but -- what about Jim?"
"We couldn't find him."
"But what about that club? Wasn't he there?"
"Sharon, we looked. He wasn't there. Now, please excuse me." He shut the door on her.
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