Today I saw a short, slightly chubby woman with the biggest breasts I'd ever seen for someone of her size. Hell, they were the biggest breasts I'd ever seen in a long time.
At first I wondered if they were the right size to have surgically removed due to back pain.
Then I wondered if surgery was the reason that they were that large.
In any case, I was in awe as she didn't trip-stagger forward, making her way along the U-Bahn.
I don't know what I would do in her situation.
I felt a little perverted, truth be told, that I seemed to be the only one who noticed.
I wonder if they - those around, noticed me noticing her. Noticed my noticing her not noticing that I noticed her.
Perhaps it was in fact all a pretence, that she did not notice. And maybe after all, I'm more noticeable than her, just for the colour of my skin and minus the possession of miraculously gravity-defying melons.
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