"Hello, I'm Anya Melfissa. So you're-" Fat tits. "-I wanted to stream-" Big bouncy milkers. "-I'm not sure they want-" Big, fat, heavy, plump, round, juicy, bouncy, watermelon boobs. "-Hello! Are you deaf?" The verbal slap wakes you up to the purple eyes above those… wiping drool from your mouth you answer the small girl. "Yeah, you should definitely play the block game. It would make your numbers b-bigger… fatter…"

"Minecraft? I can do that later. Minecraft is for later, now I want to- excuse me!"

"Ah! I wasn't looking at your- I wasn't-"

"Don't say it. You're my manager but I can have you fired if you do this shit." Her hair hits your chest as she storms off. You watch her go, your attention caught by her fat, soft… Her previous manager had been laid off and no matter who you asked you never found out what happened; you understood now.

It's a special kind of torture to place a man, whose only crime is a healthy appreciation for the female form, in close proximity to a girl best described as a goddess of fertility but who, for some unfathomable reason, shunned her godly assets, not letting any common man bask in her holy presence. Hour after hour you spent with passion raging in your loins, unable to provide satisfaction to your body, not through touch nor sight, as Anya's hellish efforts to cover her gifts continued. Conversations on projects and work were carried over paper shields, phone calls and texts became the norm, insanity unraveled your mind, all thoughts abandoned, the world became sex.

"Anya, this is insane. We're supposed to work together, face to face, but you keep avoiding me." The forbidden fruit held a clipboard built specifically to spite you.

"So it's my fault you can't keep your eyes to yourself? Do you think I want you ogling me every time we talk?" Anya always locks her eyes to yours when you speak.

"I don't do that!"

"You keep looking at my clipboard."

"Well, that's…

"Why are you so obsessed? It's just fat! Pieces of meat hanging from my chest!"

"I- They're- I don't know! It just is! I love your boobs! I can't stop thinking about them! I'm going insane, losing my mind, I can't sleep, other women don't interest me, your breasts consume my mind and crush all thoughts out of me! Please Anya! I need to see your fat tits! Once! Once would be enough! Nothing could rival the pleasure I'd get from seeing your beautifully round plump breasts!"

Your frantic pleading leaves a heavy silence in the air, rough gasps burst from your chest with Anya as witness to the lust released from the depths of your soul. Anya's large round eyes pierce through you and a deep sigh leaves her, making her chest bulge outwards. "Fine."

'Huh?"

"I'll let you see them. Just once. No touching! Don't touch me or yourself. Don't touch, just watch, okay?"

"Yes! Anything! Please!" Rapture. Tears soak your face, your mouth tears into a smile that burns your muscles, lustful energy shoots through every fiber of your being, and Anya's hands move to bring salvation to this doomed world. Her arms slip out of her dress sleeves, letting her breasts carry the original sin, and, not a believer in teasing, she yanks the dress down.

"Was it worth it?" Wailing souls drift on the dark foggy air, a pink haired girl with a scythe taller than you stands on empty space. "...Yes."