Sharon screamed as her three breasts divided in two. Like cells in a low-budget junior-high biology film, first the nipples broadened, then split and drifted apart, one upwards, and one downwards. As they did so, a crease appeared between them gradually deepening until six perfect breasts hung nestled together on Sharon's chest.
"Aaah! You idiot! You made it worse!"
"Don't worry, I'll fix it. All we have to do is get to my basement, I'll find some way to reverse it." Jim stared in facination as Sharon's chorus of mammaries swayed gently on her chest.
What does Sharon decide to do?
Tue Jun 30 21:49:06 1998