Big boobs are confusing, but they're growing on her.

"Okay, you can see Jilly, but just be aware she's been going through some changes lately," Jacob said. "You can come out now, Jilly!"

"Oh goodie!" Jilly said and opened the door.

Pauline gaped.

"Oh my God, Jill!" She exclaimed. "Your hair! Your boobs! They're so big!*

"You know, I thought they maybe had got bigger," Jilly confessed. "But Jakey REALLY likes 'em, so it's cool!"

"Yeah, but...but how?" Pauline asked, her hands unconsciously going to her own chest, then gasping. Her nipples had gotten rock hard and we're tingling.

"Idaknow!" Jilly shrugged. "I never really thought about it that much!"

Pauline turned to Jacob.

"Did you do this?" She demanded, gesturing to Jilly.

"Now how on earth would I make Jilly's titties grow overnight?" He said.

Pauline frowned.

"Don't say titties!" She reprimanded. "They're boobies! Wait, no… You're supposta call titties, um…"

"I'm starting to enjoy thinking of them as big bazooms," Jacob admitted.

"Jakey likes my big bazooms!" Jilly exclaimed, then giggled.

"See, even Jilly calls them big bazooms!" Jacob pointed out. "If she likes calling her titties big bazooms, I should call them that too! That's just feminism! Her body, her choice! I mean, I would never call YOUR titties 'big bazooms' unless you called them that yourself."

"But… but my titties AREN'T big bazooms!" Pauline pointed out.

"Well, Jilly's weren't either, yesterday," Jacob countered. "So you never know what may happen, do you?"

"Titties...I mean boobies...I mean...theses things… they don't just get bigger!" Pauline tried to insist, but she kept looking back and forth between her own chest and Jilly's and didn't sound at all convinced.

"Look," Jacob said. "None of this really matters that much, right? Jilly can't play squash right now. so why don't I make you two brunch instead?"

"But aren't we going to f…" Jilly objected, but Jacob put a finger to her plump, pink lips.

"Trust me here, babe" he said. "I think Pauline's has low blood sugar. It would explain why she's so confused."

"Low blood sugar?" The redhead asked, brightening at having a logical explanation why thinking had gotten so hard.

"What have you eaten this morning?" He asked.

Pauline blinked, trying to remember.

"Just a protein shake," she admitted.

"Ah, see?" Jacob said. "That low carb stuff will make you confused every time! And it keeps your titties from getting bigger too!"

"It does?" Pauline asked, astounded. Somehow that seemed horrible.

"Let's get some carbs into both of you!" Jacob said. "Saturday brunch! Who likes french toast?"

"Me!" Jilly said, raising her hand and jumping up and down so her big bazooms popped one of the buttons she had managed to do up on his shirt.

"I...I think I like it," Pauline confessed. "It's been a while…"

"Well then, it's decided!" Jacob said. "Saturday brunch for the two besties!"

"Yayl" Jilly exclaimed.

Pauline giggled nervously but let herself be led to the kitchen.

Pauline and Jilly sat down at the dinette set, Jilly grinning from ear to ear, Pauline transfixed by Jilly's rack. Jacob retrieved a bottle of vodka he kept at the back of a high cupboard and liberally doses two glasses of orange juice, then set them before the two women.

"Nothing starts off brunch like a couple screwdrivers!" He said.

"Yummy!" Jilly exclaimed.

"But it's, like, 9 in the morning," Pauline said.

"Yeah, but it's brunch!" Jacob countered. "Brunch makes it okay to drink in the morning! Plus we need to get your blood sugar up, remember?"

"Oh...oh right…" Pauline said, then gave a little giggle and took a sip.

Jacob grinned, noticing that Pauline's tank top was ever so noticably starting to fill out.

He turned back to the stove to get started on french toast. He bit his lower lip. This was beyond stupid. He'd avoided having to explain one bimbo by starting down the path of creating another he'd have even more trouble explaining. If he took the BimBow off now, before the physical changes really set in, what would happen?

Did he want to find out more than he wanted to see Pauline turn into an over-stuffed sex toy?