Posted on 2016-10-13 14:51:13
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"As the music began to play, Jabber zoned out. It was actually quite good, but then, as he relaxed his body and mind he could have sworn he heard something. Was somebody talking? It was...it was coming from the headphones. He could almost swear...they were talking to him. You like your breasts. Well, that was obvious, he did enjoy breasts very much. You like having big breasts. It was...wait, what? He didn't--You like having big, affirming, womanly breasts. Well, yeah, of course. You love your breasts. He loved his breasts.

Jabber blinked out of the trance and looked around. The mp3 player had fallen in between the cushion of the chair, and he fished around for it, a big, heavy breast mashing against the arm. Slightly flustered, he sat up, looking down at his tightly-stretched shirt. The two huge globes jutting off his front made him think something was amiss...what could it be?

He fidgeted and adjusted his shirt again. Ugh, it was too small. It was - wait, that was it! ...he wasn't even wearing a bra! How silly. The dragon got up, wobbling only once as his body adjusted to his new center of balance and extra weight on his chest. You've always had big breasts. "I've always had big breasts," Jabber said out loud, as if to dismiss the nagging thought of why he would have trouble balancing with such huge boobs. He gracefully sashayed back to his room and pulled open his drawers...then his closet...and finally searched high and low, under his bed, on top of the shelves, and even in the shower.

He had no bras. Darn it, where had all his bras gotten off to? Oh well. He'd need to replace them, and get some better shirts...maybe something a little cuter..."