As Yvonne drove as fast as she could through the rainy city, she could not help but break into quiet sobs. Modeling was her life, the only thing that gave her the raw confidence that she pretended was natural. As a child and a teenager, she hated her skinny stick of a body. She had resigned herself to never knowing that secret joy of going up a cup size, or fondling her breast during masturbation. As she pulled up to her condo, she put on a straight face for the cameras. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, especially since for some reason all the other riders seemed to be as busty as they get. All their breasts seemed to jiggle in unison, mocking her slender frame. Once at her stop Yvonne attempted to get off the elevator of jiggling juggs, but found herself trapped in a sea of voluptuous bodies. She was finally bumped out by another rider, or at least her big, bouncing, soaking wet boobs. The coldness of the water made the woman's nipples stand on end a bit. "Oops, sorry!" she said shyly befor running out of sight. "Huh..." Yvonne thought to herself, "must be implants..." she leaned on the closed door, thinking what her boss had said, and started thinking of...
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