Trying to create the perfect airheaded bimbo, my mother's nemesis, the mad plastic surgeon XXX, gave me a pair
of experimental breast implants made from meta-hyper-polypropylene strings. The experimental strings mutated
my breast cells, giving me not only a pair of titanic, firm breasts, but also great strength and resilience,
as the infamous doctor realised when I kicked his balls during my escape from his clinic. He also failed to
diminish my intelligence.
As for my strength and resilience, I am aware that it varies with time. My strength ranges from a physical level
far superior to any elite athlete (two or three times better) and beating the heavyweight boxing champion of the world
with a simple slap while resisting his punches, to a normal person (well... normal with huge knockers).
I couldn't say why (I'm trying learning that) these radical changes happened to me. Maybe it is because of the weather,
the solar storms, climate change, pollution or fast food, who knows. Or maybe it's
none of those things... I hope to find out before some creep uses this knowledge to... well... does...well...something
bad to me, you know.
Finally, I discovered my ultimate opponent. Facing Boss Melinda, I found out the hard way that she was not the alpha
female I had thought she was. Easily overpowered, I was swallowed whole and digested...my voluptuous body
transformed into a shapeless mass of shit, which was subsequently turned into a scatue for the enjoyment of
the mighty Boss Melinda and my eternal humiliation by my ignominious and stinking end.