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Thinking Straight
By Grosporina

If I had been thinking straight, I wouldn't have changed. At twenty one I was about as underdeveloped as one could get and still be called "female". My mother was a small, petite woman, and I took after her. I was only 4' 10" by the time I turned fifteen, and I never grew another inch after that. Now, there are a lot of women who might think that's pretty cool, but let me tell you it sucks. You can't find clothes, if you don't wear platforms you are forever looking up . . . and then there's everything else.

On top of being cursed with a small stature, I had no body worth mentioning. Nothing. My hips were non-existent, and breasts? What breasts? I didn't even have nipples to show off. In gym class I was the constant butt of jokes; it's not a lot of fun when your classmates discover that you never had to bother with a training bra.

Then there was my voice . . . but that's another horror story. Needless to say, by my junior year in collage I was ready to kill myself. I had few friends to speak of. Getting into a sorority was out of the question; even the Lamba Lambas, generally regarded as the biggest "dogs" on campus, laughed the first time they met me. Guys showed pity on me because of my predicament, but they never asked me out.

In short, I was pretty much an social outcast"â€and realized I was facing the rest of my life. A month after my birthday I wanted to go out and do"â€something. My roommate Cathy"â€one of the few people I actually knew, and whom I considered a friend"â€suggested we go out drinking. I didn't particularly like to drink, but I knew Cathy enjoyed a beer now and then, so I figured, what the hell? Maybe I'll get lucky and someone will pick me up.

The first bar we went to threw me out. They wouldn't believe I was really as old as my driver's license said I was. Great.

Cathy tried to console me when we settled in at the next bar, but I wouldn't have any of it. The first beer came and went. "Linda, you better watch out," Cathy warned me as I waved down the waitress for another. "You probably can't handle booze that well."

"Like I handle anything else all that well?"

"Well, you know what I mean."

I knew what she meant: You're small, and small people can't drink too much without getting shitfaced. Tough. I didn't care. I wanted to be blitzed so I wouldn't have to think too much.

Cathy was right about something; I couldn't handle booze that well. I was totally out of it after three beers. I had a few more after that, but it was just frosting on the cake, so to speak. The night went by in a blur. I didn't remember much of what we talked about in the bar, but I do remember stumbling home, Cathy right behind me making sure I didn't walk out into the street and get hit by a car.

It was chilly, but I didn't feel it. In fact, I took my jacket off and carried it over my shoulder. I should say, I tried to do that; my arms kept getting stuck in the sleeves, and doing this while walking overtaxed my ability to try more than one thing at a time.

It was then I tripped. I stubbed my toe and went face first into the grass. I thought I heard Cathy scream, but I couldn't tell; the ground rushing up to meet me was much occupying my thoughts at the moment. I do recall Cathy kneeling next to me, but not much else.

"Are you okay?!?" She seemed genuinely worried about what had happened.

"Don't worry about it," I mumbled. I wasn't hurt"â€or if I was, I didn't care. When I sat up I got as clear a view as possible of the thing which made me fall.

It was a lamp. Just like one of those lamps which you saw in "Aladdin". I about shit. Here I am out stumbling about loaded, and I trip over Aladdin's Lamp. I started laughing as I reached for it.

"You sure you're okay?" Cathy really seemed concerned for me now.

"Sure, no problem." I picked up the lamp and held it to my "chest". "You see what I've found? A magic lamp, Cathy." I looked up at her and smiled. "This'll solve all my problems."

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm shitfaced. But"â€" I stood up with Cathy's help. "I'll get three wishes. You watch." She shook her head as we headed back to our room.

I didn't realize it until we made it back to the dorm, but I was on the verge of blacking out from all the beer. If Cathy hadn't been with me I don't think I'd have made it back. I was steered towards my bed, and I pitched right over, face first. I think I would have passed out had it not been for the lamp I was cradling in my arms. The pain in my ribs woke me up.

"Shit . . ." I sat up and looked at it. Yep, it was a lamp, and not a hallucination. Goodie.

"What are you doing?" I heard Cathy ask as she hung up her jacket.

"I'm rubbing the lamp," I told her. "How else"â€"

The room seemed to fill with a sudden, harsh light. Both of us were slack-jawed seconds later when, standing in the middle of the room, was this woman, this goddess, dress in a very small lavender bra and see-through pants. She wore matching slippers, and a like-colored veil covered her face.

"Oh, praise be to you, Mistress," the woman spoke. I felt my eyes getting wider in astonishment. "You have freed me!"

"Who"â€who are you?" I figured that was as good a question as any.

"My name was Fatima before I became the genie of the lamp. And you have freed me."

I could see Cathy about to freak, but I was calm. I was drunk, and the strangest things were making sense to me. Like finding a lamp. And a genie inside of it. "Well, I'm glad I could help," I told her. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, and my words were starting to slur. "Can I ask"â€"

"You want to know what your reward is?"

"Something like that?"

The woman smiled. "I will grant you three wishes. They can be anything you would like; nothing is too small a request."

I was liking the sound of that. "I can ask for anything?"

The woman nodded. "Anything, Mistress. But your wishes may only number three."

"And if I wish for more wishes?"

The genie seemed stumped for a moment. "That cannot be allowed. You would then trap me here, demanding wishes through all eternity. You may only have three, and then I will depart."

My mind was going in a lot of circles; I didn't know if I was just excited, or if all the boozed inside me was effecting my thinking. I didn't care. I had figured out what I wanted. Well, I thought I did.

"Okay, here's my first wish." I drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "I want to be tall, sexy, young, and wet all the time." I didn't know why I threw in that last one.

The genie crossed her arms, just like on the TV show. "Your wish is my command, Mistress."

I half expected her to blink, which is why I didn't notice my clothes getting tight. Fast. I stood up, and realized that everything was tight and getting tighter; my jeans, my blouse, even my shoes. They only stayed that way for a few second "Ëœcause before I realized what was happening I ripped out of my clothes.

The cool air in the room sobered me up quickly. My skin felt like ants were crawling all over me. And things were getting . . . smaller. Fast.

I came to with a start when my head hit the ceiling. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. It was then I realized I was looking down at Cathy and Fatima. "What did you do to me?!"

"Granted your wish, Mistress," Fatima said with a certain amount of modesty.

I looked down. Hair fell into my face"â€thick and black. But that wasn't what surprised me.

I couldn't see my feet. My breasts were in the way.

"God!" I took them in my hands and felt the weight. It felt good. "These are mine! My tits!"

"Of course, Mistress. You wanted to be tall; I made it so. "ËœSexy' is very non-dispirit, so I assumed you wished to be voluptuous. You now have a narrow waist, wide hips, and breasts that I believe would be measured as DD cup in your society.

"As you required youth, I believed your current age fit the requirement of "Ëœyoung'. And your vagina will remain in a constant state of stimulation, as I took "Ëœwet' to mean that you required it to be lubricated at all times."

I could feel my pussy almost vibrating between my legs; it was indeed "stimulated". Begging to be fingered was more like it. "How long will it stay that way?" I asked. I was getting turned on just standing there, and didn't want to start playing with myself right here and now.

"Forever."

I almost shit. "What?"

"Your requirement was "Ëœall the time'," Fatima said. "I assumed you meant for all eternity."

Forever. Christ, I was going to be like this forever! I moved a couple of steps towards Cathy, who stood rock-still, her mouth just opened in astonishment. "What do you think?" I asked her, touching my breasts again. For the first time I noticed my nipples"â€which had to be at least an inch long"â€were standing out, hard and firm. Wanting to be sucked. And feeling the way I was at the moment, I could have given a shit who was sucking them.

Cathy gulped once. "That's an eight-foot ceiling," she muttered.

"I didn't have a proper gauge of "Ëœtall'," Fatima said. "I used the room size as a rule of measure."

I fell to my knees"â€the booze had worn off with my sudden "growth spurt"; I was filled with amazement myself"â€and examined my new look in the dressing mirror. I couldn't describe what I saw looking back. I was beautiful. Long, raven-black hair. Full lips. Perfect skin. Nose. Everything. There wasn't a blemish or scar or even a slight discoloration anywhere. I was perfect. Except . . . .

The breasts. I'd been without for so long that even having ones this size didn't seem enough. Sure, they were big; they had to be. I was eight foot tall. (Which could be a problem when I started dating, but what the hell? Who wouldn't want to go out with me?) But they didn't seem big enough. I knew what I wanted"â€

And it would be easy enough to get.

"Oh, Fatima?" I was smiling, thinking about my new look.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"These breasts; they just don't seem to be enough for this body." I looked at her coyly. "Don't you agree?"

She looked at me very quizzically. "If you say so, Mistress."

"I do." I hefted them again. "I wish I had more tits than I could handle."

"Your wish is my command, Mistress."

I felt my breasts grow in my hands; I was certain that in moments I'd have tits the size of basketballs hanging on my chest, firm and perfect. I wasn't disappointed. But then there was this curious itching on my belly . . . as I watched in the mirror I saw tiny red spots, four of them, forming in a square on my abdomen. I didn't start to wonder what they might be until they started to grow"â€and then I didn't need to wonder anymore.

Four more breasts rapidly grew where the spots"â€which had been the nipples"â€were. I screamed as they filled out, first as big as my "old" breasts had been, then quickly matching in size what my "normal" breasts were now. In twenty seconds I had six perfect breasts covering my torso, each about a G cup, each with an inch and a half long erect, and sensitive, nipple.

I almost went through the ceiling. "What the hell is this?" I screamed. If I had been thinking I'd have realized that I could have woke up the whole floor with my yelling. Of course, if I had been thinking I wouldn't look like a cow now.

"I gave you what you wanted, Mistress."

"I didn't want to become a freak!"

"You wished for "Ëœmore tits than you could handle'," Fatima told me innocently. "You have but two hands; therefore, it made sense that not only did you wish for larger mammaries, but that you desired more than one set."

I was a little frightened now. An eight foot Amazon with a G cup rack; it'd be hard to miss me. But that same person with three sets of G cups hanging from her chest"â€I'd be in a lab being dissected to figure out what made me that way. And there was no way I was gonna be able to tape these puppies down and hide them; they were far too big.

There was something else now, too. When I moved all of those big boobies started vibrating, jiggling with each step"â€and the more they jiggled, the hornier I got. My pussy was starting to tighten, and I knew I was only moments away from an orgasm. A pretty powerful one if my mind wasn't playing tricks on me.

It was then that I heard it. Laughter. From Cathy. The little bitch was almost rolling on the floor, giggling with joy. "What the fuck are you so happy about?" I asked.

"You!" she said, pointing at me. "You got your wish; all the tits you can handle and more!"

"Yeah . . ." I had to catch myself, "Ëœcause I almost said, "I wish you were the same!" That would have been bad. Not only would I have wasted my last wish, but then Cathy would have been just like me. And I didn't want that. "Fatima, I wish you would just give me these two breasts on top," I ordered.

For the first time she looked away from me, almost as if shame. "I cannot, Mistress."

"Why not? I made a wish!"

"In my haste to please I forgot the most important rule," she said. "You cannot use a wish to undo a wish already made. I am very sorry." She went to her knees for forgiveness.

Oh, this is great. I thought it was a good thing I hadn't wished to be something really strange, like green. That could have been bad. Then it hit me. "Fatima, what happens after you grant the last wish?"

"I will be free of my curse, and I will be able to resume a normal life." She looked up at me. "I will be a woman again, not a genie."

"But right now you can still grant any wish I ask?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"Any wish?"

I had my mind made up. "I wish you'd turn Cathy into a sexy, top heavy, horny genie and put her in your lamp."

Cathy stopped laughing when she heard that. "What?"

Fatima didn't blink an eyelash. "Your wish"â€"

"Wait a minute!" Cathy yelled.

""â€Is my"â€"

"Hey, Linda you"â€"

""â€Command, Mistress."

"Fuckin'"â€"

Cathy vanished.

I held my breath for a moment, thinking something went wrong with the wish. Then Fatima stood up. "Ah, to be free of that curse after all these centuries!" she sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Do you think it would be all right if I were to borrow some of your old clothes?" she asked. "They wouldn't fit you anymore as it is." All the submissiveness had vanished; if I didn't know any better, I'd think she was one of the girls in the dorm.

"Where's Cathy?" I asked. For the first time I was wondering just what I would do for clothes.

Fatima nodded at the lamp on my bed. "In there. Just as you wished."

"And if I rub it?" I picked it up and started to do so. Apparently Fatima hadn't thought about the consequences of that action.

As before there was a flash of light filling the room, but instead of Fatima appearing in like something out of A Thousand and One Nights, Cathy was there"â€

Or I should say, what Cathy had become. She was wearing a leather corset and high boots, her hair pulled back in a very tight pony tail. She did have a beautiful body"â€better than she had looked before. But her bust . . . "top heavy" was more than an expression when it came to her. Cathy's breasts were probably twice the size of any of mine. They seemed to cover her whole torso and then some. When she shifted weight they swayed back and forth, threatening to spill out of her outfit.

The look she was giving me was pure murder. But if I was right . . . "And who are you?" I asked.

You could tell she wanted to say something very bad, but she couldn't. "I am Cathy, the genie of the lamp," she stated.

"Did you forget something, genie?" I asked, trying to hold back a grin.

Cathy sighed. "I am sorry that I did not show the proper respect, Mistress." Her eyes were blazing mad, but there was nothing she could do about it. Just like Fatima had been, Cathy was bound to do as I ordered until the three wishes were gone.

"Cool." I was looking over Fatima, who wasn't really paying too much attention"â€or at least was trying to give that impression. "Fatima, would you come here?" I asked sweetly.

Now I could see she was getting worried. She was human, and I had another genie under my control. "Yes, um, Linda?" She nervously moved towards me.

"Fatima, I like you . . . so much that I want to give you something."

She knew what was coming. "No, Linda, I"â€"

"Cathy," I said, my voice rising, "give Fatima my breasts."

"No, Mistress."

I about shit. "What?"

"I cannot do that."

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled, "You mean I can't wish that Fatima had breasts like mind?"

As the words left my mouth I realized what I had said. "You wish is my command, Mistress," Cathy said, moments before I could stop her.

I had not phrased my first statement correctly. I hadn't wished. Shit. Now it was too late. I had wanted to give the little bitch my breasts, thinking I could just ask for another set. But when a wish is made, it cannot be undone with another . . . .

Not that Fatima was caring at the moment. Her top began to stretch, the cleavage swelling as it pushed out of the top. Her hands flew to her breasts, as if perhaps holding them back would stop them from growing. It was no use. Her top exploded off her body as her modest breasts swelled into something porno queens dream of having without surgery. As so as her G cups had finished growing four smaller spots appeared on her torso, and in seconds she had two other sets of breasts filling in to match the ones she was suppose to have.

She fell back on the floor, clutching her new breasts like they were babies. "You bitch!" she screamed. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Because you fucked me up, that's why, stupid!" I was bending over her, and considered putting my foot in her chest, just to show her who the boss was.

"I did nothing but give you what you desired."

"I didn't desire to become a freak! At least if I'm going to be one, I'll have company."

Fatima stood up, although it was difficult. On her frame the three sets of breasts covered everything; you couldn't see her arms very well, and most of her lower body to her thighs was obscured by flesh. Nothing remained of that little top she'd had on; her veil and pants were the only things covering her up. In a way, she looked more freakish than me.

"I didn't deserve this, Linda!" She stomped her foot in frustration. I got even more turned on when her breasts jiggled. "You're doing this because of your own stupidity."

I wanted to reply, but two things stopped me; one, she was right in a way, and two"â€I was about to cum. Watching Fatima's breasts had done it; gotten me horny enough that my pussy decided it couldn't take any more. The orgasm hit me, and I went to my knees, rubbing my breasts and trying to finger my engorged clit. I've heard some women say that orgasms wash over them. If that were then case, then I was at the beach and the tide was coming in. It just kept coming and coming and coming, and it didn't look as if it were going to stop. But it wasn't yet ready to peak.

A part of my mind was trying to keep up with the sensations"â€and another part was pissed off because I couldn't. I had six tits and a super-sensitive cunt, and only two hands. As much pulling and rubbing and fingering as I was doing, I wasn't hitting all the spots all the time. I could feel the orgasm starting to subside, and here I was, still horny, but not quite satisfied. Not enough.

I swear I couldn't help what happened next. "God, I wish I had more hands."

Dimly I could hear, "Your wish is my command, Mistress."

And I knew I'd get it . . . . Suddenly I was touching everything. There was a hand on each nipple, pulling, rubbing. There was a hand on my clit, and a set of fingers in my pussy. And I was bringing myself to that peak I wanted to hit . . . badly . . . .

I exploded seconds later, and then lay back in the afterglow of the best orgasm any woman had ever experienced. And I lay there thinking, I just fucked up. Bad. Four sets of hands, four sets of arms and shoulders worked to push me up. I didn't want to look in the mirror, but I did. It was true. I looked like the goddess Kali with all those arms. I couldn't even mumble in regret; I knew I was fucked, so freakish as to be beyond reason. They all seemed to move so well . . . but why wouldn't they? Weren't they mine?

I could feel tears gliding down my cheeks. I had wanted perfection, but this is what I had gotten in return. Why? All because I didn't think about what I was going to say. Shit, shit, shit!

Cathy didn't say a word. She couldn't, not without the permission of her mistress. But Fatima"â€now that bitch was laughing at me. Here she was, just as big of a freak as me, and she didn't give a shit. All she could do was laugh.

"Say, Linda, do you think you could give me a hand?" she blurted out. I wanted to kill her right then and there, and almost wished it. But didn't. After all, that would blow my last wish with Cathy, and I didn't want to do that. No, I had something better in mind.

I was going to take all these bitches with me. If I was going to be a freak forever, then Fatima and Cathy"â€yes, Cathy, too, she wouldn't be a genie after my last wish"â€they'd be just like me. In every way. I'd have company throughout my pain. That was for sure.

Just then Cathy spoke. "Is there anything else you desire, Mistress?"

"Yes. Yes there is"â€" I tried to word my wish correctly, but I was getting pissed at Fatima. You'd think she'd be out of her mind furious with me, but she'd rather throw this all in my face. "Are you going to shut up?" I asked her.

"No." She giggled. "Why should I? I figure you'll do something stupid next, and it'll even be more fun to watch what happens to you."

I stood up, all my hands on my hips. "Like what am I going to do, you cunt?!"

She shrugged. "Who knows." She nodded in Cathy's direction. "Maybe you want to be like her?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Right! I wish I was just like Cathy"â€"

"Your wish"â€"

I turned. "No!"

""â€Is my command"â€"

"Wait!"

""â€Mistress."

And with that everything went black. But only for a second. When I came to I was standing back in the room, but things were different. I was wearing latex pants, very high heels (which made me have to bend over a little), and three sets of latex bras which covered my breasts in a rather complicated fashion. I didn't have time to wonder what had happened to me, because something inside me knew: Cathy had been a genie. I had wished to be just like Cathy. So now I was the genie.

Cathy and Fatima looked at me with undiminished hatred. I couldn't blame them, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I just bowed and said, "Mistresses, I await your command." And hated myself for doing it.

You could tell these two were up to something. Let's face it; we were all freaks by that time. Fatima with her six large breasts, and Cathy with tits that must have given her a hundred inch chest measurement. And, of course, me. I stood waiting for what was to come next. Was I worried? Yes. But what could I do.

Finally Cathy spoke. "Linda, are you ready to give us our three wishes?"

I nodded. I knew they had both rubbed the lamp, and while either could ask for something, they still couldn't get more than three wishes. "I await your command, Mistresses."

"Very well." Cathy took a deep breath and said, "I wish that Fatima and I were the richest women in the world, each having a fortune one thousand times more than person currently the richest."

"You wish is my command." I crossed my arms, worked my will"†And the room changed around us. We were no longer in a dorm; it looked more like a huge palace throne room with Roman pillars on each side of me, silk tapestries hanging from the walls, marble, silver and gold everywhere you turned-- And why not? A faint memory told me that if Cathy and Fatima were now a thousand times richer than the richest person had been, they were each worth hundreds of trillions of dollars. That's literally the output of a continent like Europe or Asia.

For better or worst they owned the world. The two women sat upon a raised dais. Cathy was dressed in this bright red leather mini dress with knee high boots, her legs crossed while her huge breasts filled her lap. Fatima was wearing one of those Chinese dresses, the kind with the high collar and slits up each leg. Her breasts filled out the front of her outfit, and as with Cathy her lap held silk-contained tits.

The both seemed very pleased. "Thank you, genie," they both said before Fatima chimed in, "Now, Linda, I believe it's my turn."

I did have just enough willpower to beg a little. I think they liked it that way. "Please, Mistress," I exclaimed, bowing to one knee. I was getting horny again, and rubbing my tits against my leg didn't help any. "I beg that you don't turned me into something monstrous."

Fatima smiled. I didn't like the way it looked on her. "I have no intention of making you any more freakish than you already are," she told me. "Not much." That's why I didn't like her smile.

"I wish that you'd grow another breast between each of the pairs you now have," she said without warning, "and that all of your breasts will fill each day with a nectar which, if drank, will induce tremendous growth in breasts and penises." No sooner did I grant her wish that I felt all my breasts swell as liquid began filling them. They became tender from the pressure, and coupling this with my extreme horniness I was ready to cum from both the excitement and pain. I touched on and a drop of golden liquid dripped from the hard nipple. "Is this what you desire, Mistress?" I asked.

Fatima nodded, then looked around the room. For the first time I noticed that there were many ladies in waiting standing to the side, unobtrusively, not wanting to both the Queens of the World. Pointing to a small women with almost no bust to speak of, Fatima waved her foreword. "You. Drink from her tits."

The woman looked a little frightened, but eventually did as ordered. She placed her lips against my nipple and suckled, and I cam explosively in that second, holding her head in place as she sipped. After what seemed an eternity I released her. The woman jumped away, the nectar still dripping down her chin.

She hiccuped once and the growth began. Her blouse began to stiffen along the front as her breasts rapidly grew beyond the B cups they had been and flew past D cup with no indication of stopped. There was an audible popping as the buttons ripped from her top, reviling her burgeoning breasts for all to see. After only fifteen second the growth ceased. Whereas the woman has one owned a rather unspectacular pair of B cups, she now carried with obvious pleasure a huge set of perfectly spherical H cups for all to see. "My . . . tits," she moaned as she reached for her inch-long nipples. "God . . . someone fuck me . . . ."

"Please, give her what she wants," Fatima told the ladies to her left. The transformed women was lead off by two other women, who were likely to do their best to satisfy their friend.

"You did very well, Genie," Fatima told me, Cathy nodding along. "Do you have any last wishes you would like to have granted, Cathy?"

She looked at me, then shook her head. "I'll leave that to you, Fatima."

Fatima gave me the sort of look reserved for prey about to be killed. I knew whatever she had planed, I wasn't going to like. "Very well," she said softly. "Then this is what I would like"â€" And she made her last wish.

That was two hundred years ago.

As you can see, Madam, I have become very well adjusted to what has happened to me. Oh, I don't mind that I'm the magical slave of Cathy and Fatima, for in making their last wish"â€and it was their desire, make no mistake"â€they removed from me the ability to hate them for what they were doing.

Fatima, having been the original genie, must have known the limitations of my magic. But she also knew how to get around it. She had said we couldn't wish for more wishes, but who said everything had to be in the form of a wish?

"I wish that you would remain our submissive genie for all time," she began, "and that you are able to perform magic, as you do now, without it having to be initiated through the utterance of a wish"â€and that you will follow all of our order without ever questioning our demands." After I granted Fatima's wish, I felt the change. I could do any magic without it having to come from a wish. I was also this tall, nine-breasted, eight armed genie who would be their slave"â€for eternity.

In a way I suppose I love what I am now. The things that I have done; the magic which the world has seen. We are so famous"â€although everyone knows I am the power behind Cathy and Fatima. So I suppose it's I who really makes the world what it is. And that's more than I had ever expected would happen to me.

Yes, Madam, I live in the lamp. I stay there until I am called for. Like now. Cathy wanted me to give you anything you wished"â€within reason. As you know I cannot grant you the same wealth they have . . . Oh, I understand. You desire transformation.

What? Are you sure you want that? After all, I . . . yes, I understand. But you see, any changes I make to you are forever, and . . . Very well, Madam"â€Lisa. As long as you know what you are asking, I must obey. Your wish is my command.

Do you like? Look in the mirror. Of course it's a little difficult to move, but now that we are conjoined with three legs between us, movement will take some time getting used to. Yes, the ten arms do seem to suit us nicely"â€although four rows of four breasts . . . my, the nine I had before seemed a lot.

What I don't understand is why you wanted to spend the rest of eternity conjoined to me in such a freakish fashion? And why two vaginas? Ah . . . you can use my hands as I can yours . . . Oh, that feels so good. Now I know why you wanted to be with me this way . . . . Let me show you our lamp. We'll will be spending a lot of time there"â€

The End