"So what does it say?" Joyce wanted to hop up and down in anticipation, but she forced herself to remain as still as possible so the doctor could get an accurate measurement.
"Seventy-nine pounds." He may have rounded down, but he knew it wouldn't help her mood much.
"But," Joyce's voice trailed off as she did some quick math. "That's five and a quarter more than last week! I don't get it, I've been following the diet, honest! I'm exercising as much as possible. I mean my pants fit looser. Why doesn't any fat come off my stupid boobs?" Her lower lip was quivering by now.
"Localized weight loss is just a myth peddled by people that want to sell you Ab-Masters. Just keep following the plan I outlined. If you reach a plateau and don't start going down I can recommend a good plastic surgeon that specializes in breast reductions."
Joyce looked down at her chest guiltily. "And hack my body up?... Isn't there some pill or something I could take that would speed things up? Can't you do something!?" She glanced back up at the doctor's helpless expression and regained some of her composure. "Right, that was childish of me. I apologize." Joyce backed away from the countertop, freeing her bosom without dragging the scale off the surface with them. She started buttoning her blouse, feeling hopeful now. "We'll do it- we're going to lick these naughty girls."
Congratulations on another outstanding work Woot! You continue to impress myself, as well as countless others with you great artwork and excellent stories to accentuate it. Additional props for the clever word play. Keep up the good work!
Oh that's hilarious. The title's called "Weigh too big" as in "Way too big" and I just came from a thread where we were discussing breasts about 5 gogols bigger than the Milky Way. It is to laugh.
And there's nothing I yearned to do more either. If she was real, of course. But how could that shirt handle such massive boobage? There's some button popping i wouldn't mind watching.
I'm thinking I should do dark hair more often. And thanks to first-time commenters and regulars alike. I could stand to say thanks more often, but oftentimes I sit down and brew up another image instead; it's just my way!
Wow. At first from her expression, I thought she was embarrassed about the weigh-in, like she'd tampered with the scale or something. But the descriptive text is gold. Great job. I approve.
I just did the calculations, here. If she started out as an A-cup, and she's grown by six and a quarter (proper rounding) a week... then by the next year, they would weigh a whopping three hundred and twenty-five pounds. That's over a hundred and sixty two pounds each. They'd each be bigger than she is. Holy shit.
"Seventy-nine pounds." He may have rounded down, but he knew it wouldn't help her mood much.
"But," Joyce's voice trailed off as she did some quick math. "That's five and a quarter more than last week! I don't get it, I've been following the diet, honest! I'm exercising as much as possible. I mean my pants fit looser. Why doesn't any fat come off my stupid boobs?" Her lower lip was quivering by now.
"Localized weight loss is just a myth peddled by people that want to sell you Ab-Masters. Just keep following the plan I outlined. If you reach a plateau and don't start going down I can recommend a good plastic surgeon that specializes in breast reductions."
Joyce looked down at her chest guiltily. "And hack my body up?... Isn't there some pill or something I could take that would speed things up? Can't you do something!?" She glanced back up at the doctor's helpless expression and regained some of her composure. "Right, that was childish of me. I apologize." Joyce backed away from the countertop, freeing her bosom without dragging the scale off the surface with them. She started buttoning her blouse, feeling hopeful now. "We'll do it- we're going to lick these naughty girls."
There was nothing the doctor yearned to do more.