What the Fuck?
Copyright© 2013 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
It turned out it wasn't the humans that wanted the roll in the hay. It was Stevie.
I thought... you know Dave ... she killed all those Megalodons and never got a speck of blood on her ... now she's expecting you to make the most enjoyable day of her fake life even better. Whooboy Howdy! Where's the Viagra when you're sure you're going to need it?
Then she was naked ... and I was fairly impressed ... then she started ballooning things here and there. She stayed at five feet one and one half inch but the rest of her ran from Holocaust survivor to Rubens model in seconds.
"Which one?" she asked.
"Which one what?" I said.
"Which body?" she asked.
"Start with Stevie ... Yeah. That one." I said. " Seventeen years old. That's good."
"You don't want big boobs?" and she did the perfect no sag 90/45 breast set all the way up to about 44DD. "All my reading says guys like big boobs."
"Stop supporting them against gravity and age yourself twenty years ... now run the choices again."
"I see ... these Hurt," she said, "And they're not round anymore."
"They have more than a nodding acquaintance with your belly button."
"That's a lot of sag."
"Drop the size queen thing and make 'em as big as they don't sag ... don't change the age ... just shrink until they're 90/45 again."
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