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Written by TheWanderingEditor
>It is a typical day working at Rich’s Barnyard Bargains.
>Ding ding! Bang!
>“Ow!“
>Ah, that would be Spoiled Rich entering the shop.
>The poor lady has probably smacked herself on the door.
>Again.
>It is a pretty common occurrence giver her… circumstances.
>You look out from behind the shelf you are stocking and ask, “Are you alright Mrs. Rich?“
>“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I just wish my husband would widen that door.“
>Spoiled Rich is your boss’s wife.
>A lot of people think she is kind of a bitch but you tend to get along with her alright.
>Mostly because you mind your P’s and Q’s around her and ignored her snippy attitude.
>She slowly makes her way to the back of the store.
>These days Spoiled Rich does everything a little slower, whether she wants to or not.
>“If you’re heading back to your husband’s office he’s not there,” you call out helpfully.
>“Damn,” you hear her swear. Then louder, “Where did he go?“
>You look up as you see your boss’s wife heading towards you, stopping and finding alternate routes when she finds an that aisle is too narrow to get through.
>The thing about Spoiled Rich is that she isn’t fat.
>She is a little pudgy but overall she is in good shape for a woman her age.
>No, the thing that stops her moving freely through the store is also the first thing anybody notices about her these days.
>Namely, her gigantic, gargantuan gazongas.
>She finally joins you on your side of the store, breathing heavily from exertion, her beachball sized boobs trembling and wobbling with each breath.
>Several months ago she had a normal, if somewhat corpulent chest.
>Then something happened.
>Some say it was plastic surgery gone wrong.
>Some say it was a curse.
>Whatever it was, she showed up one day with tits that had grown several feet in diameter.
>You school yourself and focus solely on her face.
>Regardless of what others say, your challenge right now is to ignore the biggest boobs in town.
>It’s going to be a long day.
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Edit of post >>1844911 from /trash/.
