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"C'mon Bobbi." Scott snarled, "This is the entire point." he waved his arm up and down her body. "Who's going to look at you and see beyond those rather eye-catching breasts."
Bob wanted to shriek her outrage, but Scott was still talking. "Nobody would look at Bobbi 'Bodacious' Biggins, and possibly confuse her, with the meek, mousy Robert Collins."
The tilt of his head suggesting he'd landed a winning argument.
"Bobbi 'Bodacious' Biggins..." she grumbled back.
"Well, with a body that extreme you need to embrace it." Scott answered. His voice oddly passionless, as if he were blind to how big she was. Only registering she was 'extreme' by knowing the average womans' bust size and comparing it to Bobbi's own.
"I have some clothes set aside for the test subject." he offered, "I just didn't intend to perform the test so soon."
"Or on me, I hope." Bobbi ground out her answer. Scott merely nodded along that she wasn't the original intended test subject.
The clothes would hopefully minimise her obvious 'charms'. So Bobbi dressed as quickly as she could in the unfamiliar clothes. The panties were more an emotional strain than anything. While the bra was an exercise in frustration and torment, as her bust sloshed heavily as if actively fighting containment.
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