Today's victim is from The Dangers of Rollerblades. "The thing I never counted on afterward was falling down so much. I mean, I was plenty used to falling down, but never backwards. I'd keel over on completely level ground. Just at random. Like my body was still trying to compensate for what wasn't there anymore. My ass *still* hurts!"
Maybe that's why she hadn't taken a seat yet. Instead she paced in her stocking feet, hands occasionally straying downwards to massage her sore rump. The scuff marks on her pair of short shorts corroborated her story and every so often she'd windmill her arms to prevent tipping backwards. Judging by the abundance of slack in her tentlike t-shirt, the poor girl's chest must have once been mind bogglingly large. No wonder she was forever off-balance.
He must have been staring, because she picked up on it right away. Gripping the shirt she held it out feet in front of her. "This doesn't even give you a good idea; this fabric's real stretchy." She sighed deeply. "You know, I heard all the news stories urging women above a double D to stay inside. I kept going out because I wanted them to catch me. Well, I got what I wanted," here she released her grasp on the shirt, which settled flat against her ribcage. "Or what I thought I wanted."
He waited for her tears to slow before resuming the interview process. Luckily he was a patient man.
X_X "O Nooo" ok this is getting old Toow stop hording the large breasts stolen from the victims for your stupid organization or else some of us Mythological creatures might come out of the woodwork to find you!
See, toow, even girls who seem off balance and want their boobs gone really like them. She kept falling over cause of them and she still wants them back! Give her her boobs back! Give them ALL their boobs back!!!!
This FLAT organization seems a bit...quixotic. I'm not sure that they understand *all* the implications of what they are doing. They seem to be doing permanent damage to these women. It just might not be the kind of damage they think it is.
"The thing I never counted on afterward was falling down so much. I mean, I was plenty used to falling down, but never backwards. I'd keel over on completely level ground. Just at random. Like my body was still trying to compensate for what wasn't there anymore. My ass *still* hurts!"
Maybe that's why she hadn't taken a seat yet. Instead she paced in her stocking feet, hands occasionally straying downwards to massage her sore rump. The scuff marks on her pair of short shorts corroborated her story and every so often she'd windmill her arms to prevent tipping backwards. Judging by the abundance of slack in her tentlike t-shirt, the poor girl's chest must have once been mind bogglingly large. No wonder she was forever off-balance.
He must have been staring, because she picked up on it right away. Gripping the shirt she held it out feet in front of her. "This doesn't even give you a good idea; this fabric's real stretchy." She sighed deeply. "You know, I heard all the news stories urging women above a double D to stay inside. I kept going out because I wanted them to catch me. Well, I got what I wanted," here she released her grasp on the shirt, which settled flat against her ribcage. "Or what I thought I wanted."
He waited for her tears to slow before resuming the interview process. Luckily he was a patient man.