Make her even bigger.

In a panic, you write down the biggest breast size you can think of. You write three Z's. They turn red and Shannon flinches in discomfort.

"Well you see... there's this guy in my dorm room and... ughh..."

Shannon's breasts bulge outwards shaking and gurgling. Her skin stretches and her areola expands from dessert plates to the size of small pizzas.

"My... My boobs?!"

"Uh... what?" The technician says. "Ma'am... are you alright? Are you in need of assistance?"

She arches her back and moans. The phone falls away and you quickly scoop it up, covering the mouthpiece. You whisper in her ear. "I told you! Magic book! Now please, tell them you're OK."

Shannon didn't look like she was listening.

"Shannon! Do you want the cops to come here and see you like this?!"

She snaps out of it and nods. You put the phone to her ear. "Sorry, I called you on accident. I thought I dialed a friend."

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that's fine ma'am. Just to confirm. There is no emergency, correct?"

"There is no emergency," she says in a daze.

"Have a nice day then." The technician waits until you hang up.

"Shannon. Are you O.K?"

She lolls her head to one side and shakes it. "There is an emergency. My boobs won't stop growing."

"Oh... they'll stop," you say. "I just... don't know how big exactly triple Z is..."

"Are you a fireman?" she says in a daze.

"N-no, why?"

"I have a fire I need you to put out," she leans back, pointing to her pussy.

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