A Blonde had a blimp in her view.
His bulk, to her, appeared ideal for each of her breast.
She, not even as large, in her cleavage, as two tomatoes.
Envious, stretched, swelled, strained, in her zeal that her boobs match the blimp in overall size.
Saying, "Sister, lend me your eyes. Is this enough?" As big as she could, she puffed herself, making her chest, like a balloon, expand and inflate. "Am I not yet there, in every feature?" said the Blonde as, due to her chest massive inflation, she made her corset explode .
"Nope."
