"Sharon?" Jim called out?

No answer. "Note to self," a new teddy might make a good gift."

He could hear the shower running and decided to have a peek. He stuck his head in the bathroom. The steam made visibility negligible. He could hear Sharon contentedly humming to herself in the shower.

"Shar?" He asked.

"Oh! Jesus, Jim, you scared me. Don't creep up on people in the shower like that. Shades of Tony Perkins."

Sharon killed the shower and stepped out. Jim's jaw dropped. His girlfriend of three years (who had always been a very healthy 36C) was now sporting breasts that had to be at least...