11/2            In what can only be described as a surprise move, God has
        officially announced His candidacy for the U.S. presidency.  During
        His press conference today, the first in over 4000 years, He is quoted
        as saying, "I think I have a chance for the White House if I can just
        get my campaign pulled together in time.  I'd like to get this country
        turned around; I mean REALLY turned around!  Let's put Florida up
        north for awhile, and let's get rid of all those annoying mountains
        and rivers.  I never could stand them!"
                There apparently is still some controversy over the Almighty's
        citizenship and other qualifications for the Presidency.  God replied
        to these charges by saying, "Come on, would the United States have
        anyone other than a citizen bless their country?"
                Sarah felt her chest heave painfully whenever she jumped over
        or a plant root.  Her pants bound her thighs and made them chafe.
        She lagged behind the others, deciding that it wasn’t worth
        seeing the huntsman’s kill up close and personal.  She felt sweat
        dribble down her breasts and thighs.  She placed her hand on her
        chest to wipe it off; it throbbed with her heart.  Her nipples
        tingled with each beat.  Her shirt was soaked; she could clearly
        see the outline of her bra, and the curved outsides of her breasts
        flowing over the edges.  Her pants were now skin-tight, and the
        very bottoms of her buttocks were squeezed out of the thigh holes.
        Then she felt her foot hit something.  She looked down and saw a
        thick foot wrapped around it.  She tried to stop, but it was too
        late-she began to tumble foreword.  Throwing her arms out, she
        landed on all fours.  Her upper body’s momentum caused her to
        arch her back.  With a ripping noise, she felt her bra give out,
        the seams of her cups splitting and her breasts surging downward.
        In the same moment, all of the buttons on her shirt snapped
        off and buried themselves in the dirt, causing it to fall open.
        Her breasts stopped inches above the dirt, bouncing and slapping
        each other, slippery with sweat, and nipples engorged with blood
        from her roiling arousal.  She stared at them, then stood back up,
        watching them pile on her ribs, wobbling and undulating very gently.
        They stuck out several inches.  She tried to close her shirt,
        but there was, at the closest, a two-inch gap between both sides.
        There was no way she was going to hide this.