this is so not meant to be taken seriously in any way shape or form.
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Angel sat comfortably, resting on her laurels so to speak, feet propped up as she soaked in the sun... sipping gently on a mango drink... cool breezes with a clear sky... everything was just heaven.
This ended abruptly and she screamed in horror as she plummeted towards the earth, clothes ripping off on the way down (not that she'd been wearing much as she'd reclined in the sun). Abruptly flipping open her wings she managed to slow her descent... but the damage was already done.
"Oof..." she grunted as she landed heavily on her luscious bottom, which was pretty much bare as her swim suit was little more than tatters. Groaning at the hard landing on her bruised derriere, she groaned again when she realized that her jutting breasts were practically bursting from the ragged swim-top, luscious DD's with nipples like torpedoes ready to tear through the thin blue fabric.
"No." she said, firmly, definitely, "No. No. No. I'm retired. I haven't done one of these STUPID stories in over a year, and I'm not doing it now!"
She glared at the skies.
"I'm coming back up!"
Spreading her wings she launched herself at the sky, defiance in every line of her luscious body.
*poof*
"EEEK!" she shrieked as her wings disappeared and she returned to the earth, falling (once again) on her bruised rear.
Fuming, she took several deep breaths, each one stretching the fabric of her top just a little more, threatening its already precarious hold.
"Ok," she muttered to herself, "I'm calm. It's ok. I'm calm."
Glaring back up at the skies, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!!!!!!!!"
"We have a problem," replied the booming voice of the Big Woman.
Angel rolled her eyes, "Of course we have a problem. There's always some ridiculous, ludicrous, sexual problem that precipitates one of these retarded stories."
"Well," the Big Woman actually sounded rather apologetic, "It's actually YOUR problem."
"My problem?" Angel frowned, "I don't have any problems, I was just relaxing and enjoying myself, and all of the sudden I found myself here with a set of over sized melons and not enough clothes. That's MY only problem."
"Majestic Wang has replaced you." Said the Big Woman.
"WHAT?!" Screeched Angel.
"With a hot water bottle."
Angel sat down heavily, and then shrieked and jumped back up to relieve her sore bottom.
"But... I only left him alone for a NIGHT! We agreed not to spend ALL our time together, how did I get replaced in ONE STINKING NIGHT!"
"Well," said the Big Woman, somewhat apologetically, "You kind of replaced him with his sweatshirt and a teddy bear. People get used to sleeping next to someone. Or some-thing."
Angel glared upwards, her breasts heaving in such a way that the gang of college males across the street were all suddenly struck with a powerful need to sit themselves down, "That's obviously not a permanent replacement."
Pacing back and forth, her breasts trembling and bouncing with emotion, fabric straining more and more with each step, Angel thought hard and fast.
Looking back up she declared, "I'm going to need some back up. And I really hate to do this to Tonya but..."
"Tonya is no longer available." The Big Woman sounded apologetic again, "But I've found you someone else. Her name is Dru and she's being dying to get into a good story... every other story about her is either dated or the series never gets finished, it just stops in the middle."
Angel muttered, "Well THAT doesn't sound so bad... I wish THIS serious would just STOP once and for all."
She sighed, "All right. I'm doing this. Even in a stupid story. Majestic Wang is MINE!"
Pulling herself up straight, she pumped her fist at the sky, her breasts heaving upwards... and one nipple finally popped through the fabric of her ragged swimsuit.
Across the street, at least three of the young men fainted in lust.
Sighing again, she shifted the tattered fabric back over her nipple.
"Gotta be more careful in these stories," she muttered to herself.
*Poof*
Her wings were back, spreading them wide she launched herself at the sky.
When she first saw Dru, she had to shake her head, Angel landed as gently as she could in front of the overly endowed sexpot, trying to keep her own assets from doing any more damage to the flimsy clothes.
Dru's mammeries were even larger than Angel's own enhanced coconuts, and they were stuffed into a stomach-baring, button up white shirt, she was also wearing a short plaid skirt, white knee socks and Mary Janes.
"How come she gets real clothes," Angel grumped.
"FINE," snapped the big woman from upstairs.
*Poof*
Dru was now clad in nothing but shiny nipple toppers with tassles and a lacy pair of brief panties.
"Wow!" squealed Dru excitedly, staring at the silver tips to her nipples, "Look at those!"
With an excited giggle, the blonde started swirling her boobs, making the tassles flow in circles... she was also causing the ground to shake, seeing as her breasts were like watermelons to Angel's cantelopes.
"OK!" Angel said, jumping forward in alarm to stop the motion of the ocean... of Dru's bouncing bongos. They were soft and squishy in her hands, and continued to quiver as their momentum was stopped.
Dru giggled again.
Angel stared at her, "Aren't you upset?"
"Upset?" Dru looked confused, "Why would I be upset?"
"Well..." Angel was unsure how to handle this, not a single female character she'd encountered in any of these stories had shown anything but outrage and horror at their overly-sexualized appearance changes that accompanied their insertion to these stories, "Aren't you upset about what she's done to your body?"