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"I feel it right now, Joyce. My breasts are so sensitive that my nipples rubbing against the fabric of this shirt are making me wet. Every time I take a step, they jiggle more and more and it's all I can do to not tear my clothes off and do myself right here in the parking lot!" Darcie stopped and Joyce turned to console her. Heather kept joyfully skipping towards the entrance.
"Darcie, I understand how you feel. Yes, this is a blessing and a curse but just try to look at the situation in the brightest light that's possible," the doctor brought her lips up to Darcie's for a gentle embrace. "I'm sure you'll feel a renewed surge in your self confidence once you find out how big you are. Besides, your boyfriend will love it."
"Yeah," Darcie smirked. "That's all I need right now. He'll be planting those pills in everything I eat until the day he dies."
"Come on, Silly. Let's get you measured." Dr. Smothers snaked her hand around Darcie's arm, unintentionally pressing the back of her hand against the side of Darcie's right breast. She led the brunette to the shop where Heather had already bounded into the double glass doors.
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