A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then faded into the night. A man lay sleeping in a bed, covers pulled up to his chin. The clock next to him showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep.

Jim was asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beeping of the alarm woke him up. He blinked his eyes a few times, rolled over and turned off the alarm. He lay there in bed for a moment, remembering what he was supposed to do today. Whatever it was, it had to be better than yesterday, he thought - today is a brand new day!

After laying there quietly for a moment, Jim:

Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

He sat down at his computer, which was always running, and logged into his ISP. While waiting for is modem to connect, he tried to recall the fuzzy images from his recent dream. Something to do with big tits, as usual, but he couldn't quite remember. By the time he got on the 'Net, he had temporarily forgotten about his girlfriend's birthday and begain surfing in search of pictures - big tit pictures, of course.

While jumping from site to site along the inextricably intertwined links of the Web, Jim

Out of curiosity, Jim followed the link. It turned out to be a web site advertising one of those "bust enhancement" products. This one was some kind of pill. The advertisers made the typical outrageous claims for it, but couched in language that would allow them to avoid any legal entanglements later on. Supposedly, the product was an all natural combination of herbs and amino acids that stimulated a woman's natural mechanism for breast growth. They even had some before and after pictures that were hard to believe. The one on the left (before) showed a completely flat-chested woman. In the photo on the right (after), she looked as if she was about to burst out of her top. They couldn't possibly be real, they were so large! DDD-cups at least, he estimated.

He noticed that below the images, an email link was provided that would supposedly let you contact the woman in the photos to verify the story. Manned by men at the company, no doubt. After a moment of thought, Jim

Jim, clearly distracted from his quest for the perfect gift, surfs on. The next site he's bookmarked is one of his old favorites: Puffie's Palace. His eagle-eyes quickly zoom in on the "last updated" box. Wow! After months of innactivity, the site had been updated! Jim's mouth watered as he thought of the huge puffy nipples found on just about every model. His girlfriend was wonderful, but was both small in the bust and not at all a puffy. Jim: