Stick to the plan, you get to play with her tits, right?

You focus on the task at hand, hefting her breasts to look underneath. You see no trace of stitches and also, her skin looks perfect and unstretched. You've 'come across' enough big boob porn with the actresses sporting falsies and you've never seen tits like this, even years after the surgery.

You know they're fake. You can look at them, hear them, feel them and know that.

"Do you see something?" Shannon says.

"No, your tits... are perfect. It's more like you just grew than had surgery. Are you sure these aren't real?"

"Of course they're not," she says. Her voice gets a muffled echo to it filtered past her massive bosom. "I feel like I'm full of something... like having two heavy balls inside of me."

"Well," you say, pulling away and bobbling them a bit. "That's an accurate Representation. Uh... so, now what?"

When you pull your gaze away from her tits you realize she's staring at you. You pull your hands away defensively. "Uh, sorry I guess I was supposed to stop touching you?"

"That's not it," Shannon say's leaning closer to you. She appraises you critically. "You're being awful calm about this."

"Someone begs to differ." You say pointing down at your erect cock.

She glances down for a brief moment, but doesn't relent. Instead she pushes you onto the floor pinning you at the shoulder. "You know something! Tell me." She straddles you and her massive boobs hug around your cock, it only serves to make you harder. "Why are you being so casual about this? Was it you? Did you do this to me?"

"N-no!" you blurt out. It's true enough. Technically the book did it to her you just followed the motions. Then again, that was like blaming a **** on the gun.

She slams her hand hard on your shoulder. "Answer me!"

You're going to have to tell her something.

--Warning: More paths Planned!--