Breast Size: bean bag chair

Forget waiting around to see who is chasing you, you fling the door open and charge through. Turning to close the door behind you, you note that written on it is 'Breast Size: bean bag'. Yeah, I wish, you think as you turn around and run down the sidewalk leading down from the door. Then you come to a screeching halt. You blink rapidly. You rub your eyes with your hands. You close your eyes and violently shake your head. It doesn't matter. Whatever you do, you see the same thing when you look again. It is a normal looking city street with a park across the way. On the street and in the park are men, women, and children doing all the normal things: playing, working, talking, laughing.

And each woman is sporting a set of hooters the size of a pair of bean bag chairs.

You can do nothing but stand there saying, "Oh my God." A man passes by and looks at you quizzically. You gesture towards the women and say, "Look at the size of those ... those ...". You are not sure how to end that sentence. He looks where you are pointing.

"The size of those what?" he asks in puzzlement. You realize that he sees nothing abnormal. In fact no one here seems at all surprised, or even that interested in the elephantine tits you see everywhere you look.

"Nothing," you answer him. "Sorry". You remember what it said on the door you came through. Could that possibly have something to do with this? You run back to the door but it is closed. You turn the knob but it is locked. Examining it, you see a perfectly nondescript door leading into a perfectly nondescript building. The outside of the door, unlike the inside, has nothing written on it. You look for windows, the building has none. You are well and truly trapped here. Well, I can think of worse fates, you tell yourself as you turn around and come down the sidewalk again.

Of course the women around you have to deal with fact that instead of women having boobs, it is more accurate here to say that boobs have women. How do they handle it? Are there two men assigned to carry each gigantic breast around? Maybe the women just stay in place and everything is brought to them. Do they have huge boob carts they slowly push around? Or do they do something else?