NOTE: Happy holidays to adults. Anyone else shouldn't be reading this.
"Oh, Henry?"
"Yes, Maggie?"
"It's a cold day. Come and her and let me give you something to keep you warm all day at work."
The two newlyweds kissed hungrily at the door to their modest apartment. They paused to gasp for breath. Then they kissed some more. Henry stepped back, wiped his brow, checked the front of his pants, and went to work.
Maggie stepped back into the apartment and shut the door behind Henry. How she missed him when he had to go to work! God, she thought, if only he could be home banging me within an inch of my life every day!
Trouble is, there's no living in that. Maggie chuckled a little at her bitter joke. But there was nothing funny about the way they were living paycheck to paycheck. Christmas was coming. Where would either of them get the money to buy presents?
She would find a way! Maggie was so in love with Henry that she was determined to get him just what he wanted for Christmas. Even if it took some sacrifice to pay for it. And ... even if it made Maggie hurt just a little bit inside.
She pulled her bathrobe closed and walked into their bedroom. Maggie opened Henry's junk drawer ... the place he must have thought she would never look! She took the pile of owner's manuals to all their various appliances out of the way — and lifted out her husband's secret stash of girlie magazines.
Maggie smiled at the titles. TOP-HEAVY, STACKED TO THE MAX, and WHAT KNOCKERS! There was no secret about what Henry liked. His wife paged through and found the two models that were his favorites. Tessie Titts and Helen Himalayas. There was a girl/girl layout featuring the two of them that Henry had looked at so often, the magazine automatically opened to that page. Look at those women, marveled Maggie. Their busts were enormous. Bigger than anything she'd ever seen. Tessie was a blonde and Helen a brunette, but beyond that, their frames were so dominated by their surgically-enhanced torsos, that any other distinguishing characteristics were simply dwarfed.
Maggie sighed. She guessed that her 36F bra just didn't hold enough to catch her husband's interest. Well, not compared to these goddesses of the gigantic breast here in the magazines. Maggie always wanted to dress to show off her substantial bosom ... with tight-fitting, low-cut blouses, and strong lacy bras underneath. She longed to bounce a little whenever she walked just to watch the men salivate ... as every man in the room would look at her husband with envy. She would just beam, knowing that all she had to offer was his and his alone.
But Maggie had worn bulky sweaters and baggy jeans when they met and fell in love. Since Henry had never said anything to the contrary, Maggie assumed that was the way he preferred her to dress. She figured that his fantasies were filled with the overblown boobies he saw in his magazines, and her flesh-and-blood big ones just didn't measure up.
All right, she thought, she'd get him what he wanted! A little investigating on the Internet, and she had found just how much it would cost to hire his two favorite big-bust models for a private orgy. Maggie would deliver Tessie Titts and Helen Himalayas to her beloved Henry ... just as soon as she figured out how she would pay for it. Hmmmm...
An ad in the back pages of her local alternative weekly newspaper caught her eye. "Women wanted for experimental breast reduction surgery. New technique. Must be D cups or larger. Substantial remuneration..."
Maggie carefully dialed the number.
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Henry walked into the lingerie shop. A thin, bright-eyed young girl stepped up to help him. "What can I get for you today? Something for the little woman?"
"Well, she's not a little woman," said Henry, with a smile. "In fact, she's ..." He held his hands in front of his chest to show the girl what she meant.
"I see!" said the salesgirl. "Do you know her size?"
"Yes, I peeked last night," he whispered. "Her bra is 36F."
The girl whispered back. "You know you're a lucky man, don't you?"
"I sure do!" said Henry. "And she's never dressed to show off her voluptuous beauty. I want to get her everything! Lacy bras, fur-lined babydoll jammies, high heels, crotchless panties ... the works!"
"Yes, sir!" said the girl, eager to make a big sale.
"Uh — how much will that cost me?" asked Henry, timidly. The salesgirl discreetly wrote a figure on the back of her business card and handed it to him. Henry glanced at it and turned white. "I ... I ... I'll be right back," he said finally, and headed for the door.
Henry wandered the downtown streets. How would he afford the gift he wanted for his wife? He walked past a blood plasma facility. Henry remembered donating blood plasma for beer money in college. Half a block later, another sign caught his eye.
