Alex, with wide eyes, stared in disbelief downwards at the bowling balls that had magically spawned on his chest overnight. They were round and perky, and didn't sag in the slightest. They looked just like his girlfriend's breasts - the ones that he had once fondled and been in awe over - and for a few minutes all Alex could do was just sit there and gape.
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