The produce section

On his way to the supermarket, Gunnar shook his head, still trying to get over his experience at Dobbs' Bods. Where did such women come from, and how did they all just happen to appear? He thought of the dream of the voice, but discounted that.

The supermarket seemed quite normal at first. Gunnar carried a basket and started off in the produce section, slowly selecting greens and fruits.

Then a woman went by, and Gunnar could not help but notice how extra healthy her breasts were, especially as they were packaged quite proud and high in a tight top cut way down. Gunnar smiled a little -- until another woman went by, and then another. It was strange but true: each new woman was even bustier than the last.

Eventually Gunnar froze still. He had no idea how or why, but inside of one minute he was gently and subtly surrounded on all sides by beauties with simply behemoth bosoms. Even if he were some independent fim make ranging from Russ Meyer to Andy Sidaris, Gunnar had no idea how and where the fuck he could possibly marshal together the living display of female flesh circulatring all around him at that very moment.

None of them seemed to notice him -- of which he was glad at that moment. Gunnar was secretly a tit fiend, the bigger the better, and he was beginning to get awkwardly and embarrassingly hard from all the stimulation. He struggled deeply witrhin himself to steer clear of erection.