9/14    How does she do this? (NSFW)
        Yoga?
        http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/6497/screenshotpm1.png
        \_ She reminds me of the Fat Man bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki.
           Incidentally, see the ASCII art below.
           "Dean, I'm getting too big," sobbed Liz, "My breasts are gonna
        pop out of my shirt soon." "I know I know...we are almost there."
        reassured Dean. The elevator stopped and the pair got out, Liz
        continuing to hold onto Dean's back like a little babe. They walked
        down to her room and Liz handed her key to Dean. He quickly opened
        the door and they both dove into the room. Slamming and locking it
        behind them, Dean turned to look at Liz. Her breasts were
        stretching the shirt to it's utmost limits now, the fabric
        noticeably becoming more and more thin. Liz stood there watching
        her chest inflate, not knowing what to do about it. She grabbed
        herself again and tried to push in, but her tits were too sensitive
        to the touch now. Every time she touched herself, she nearly came
        in her shorts. Liz's shirt was so tight that Dean could she the
        imprint around her front of the too small bra all around the
        circumference of her bust. Liz just stood there with her hands near
        her chest, wanting to hold them in, but knowing if she did it would
        drive her crazy. "Dean...call the store!" Liz gasped. Dean stood
        motionless as he noticed the second button beginning toquiver a
        bit. Liz looked down just in time to see it pop off too,careening
        around the room. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt a bit more
        now, and modesty took over. She reached around and tried to block
        Dean's view, but too much flesh was there, and it was still
        growing. "Dean!" shouted Liz and Dean snapped out of his mammary
        trance and grabbed the phone book. Liz took in short breaths now,
        trying to expand her chest anymore then it already was. Soon, Dean
        found the number and dialed the place up. "I feel it....I'm gonna
        pop another one." gasped Liz and she shot her hand to her front to
        try and hold her shirt together, but she was too late.

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    Motd nuked, for great justice.
    It was the only way to be sure.