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 tapped-out a message to Sandi, the girl on the website. "Dear Sandy, I'm thinking of purchasing a bit of BustMagic for my girlfriend, but I have doubts about whether it really works or not. Is there some way you can honestly verify whether it really has results?"

He sent-off the email and fretted. These corporate email sites received thousands of letters every day, and it normally took weeks and weeks before any reply was ever- *BING!* the computer chimed as a new peice of mail came-in... Jim looked at the address and gasped. It said "From Sandi" in the subject line.

He began to read it eagerly. "Dear Jim, I just happened to be on when I received your mail... and I have to tell you that YES BustMagic DOES work! By God, it does. Before taking it, I was as flat as the chime that rings when a subway door opens... but now, I'm so proud to say, that I now can cause men to cream their jeans at forty paces... In fact, the pictures on that web site are about three months old, and I've actually added a cup or two in size. These babies just don't seem to want to quit growing! Personally, I just love all the attention I get. Men just seem to shower me with gifties wherever I go. Check out my attached photos. Love, Sandi."

Jim checked the attached photos... and sure enough, there was Sandi, totally bursting-out of an overtaxed halter top.

"Well, that tears it... I gotta order some of this!" Jim thought aloud...