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Breast Time of Your Life

I sighed and looked down at my large breasts. My very large breasts, thanks mom. Even in a world where modification to your dimensions was getting easier and easier, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do anything to ‘my girls’ and so here I was, boobs nearly twice the size of my head, each. And then there was my roommate, Amanda. My wonderfully open, exhibitionist and energetic cheerleader roommate with the light, brown hair. A cheerleader without... any boobs. Sure, she had a rocking butt, the kind that would make most of any competing team rubber neck rather than pay attention to the game, whenever she would get her shake on. She just didn’t have the ‘sweater stretchers’ that the rest of her squad tended to sport. Well, I didn’t have sweater stretchers, I had sweater destroyers and... well... A girl’s gotta help her roommate. Sista’s foreva, right? “Hey, Manda?” “Queen of Snuggles! Carrrrrrrie!” Why she called me that, I don’t know. “Call me Mandi! Then we match!” I tried to