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Here you have it folks, breast forms gone bad!

First you’ll be drawn to the lovely, what appears to be a shoe box, these glowing orbs are neatly tucked away in, so slick and colourful it must have taken the manufacturer’s design team forever to come up with packaging so unique.

Secondly, once the box is open you WILL be struck by these “glowing” orbs! I mean they fucking glow! Tell me you’ve seen real breasts that look anything like this colour, and I’ll be the first one questioning where, and who you saw them on, and it better have been in a lab or quarantined section of area 51. What happened to quality control on colour, or were they all out at the water fountain drinking vodka?

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Tits, boobs, juggs, ta taas, knockers, breasts, fun bags, the girls, guns, the rack, the top 10 slang names given to those beautiful orbs that adorn the chest of the amply endowed women, and some men. Like it or not, they are the ultimate in defining femininity for those who have embraced wearing them up and out there on full display for the world to see and enjoy. I am not talking about running around with them airborne, but rather presented in their full voluptuous glory, of which I for one am happy to see, and, do myself.

The sign that a woman is coming into adolescence and then again sexual prime, are the growing orbs, the first thing noticed by the throngs of boys and jealous girls in middle school, those bouncy, fleshy mounds, the first thing noticed and remembered. (more…)