Breakfast Machine i was eating in a cafeteria this morning, doing the breakfast thing, when i noticed a breathtaking girl come in, pile some food on her tray and sit down. looked like she had just gotten out of bed, black matted hair scattered to all four corners of the room, bone white face hidden behind thick buddy holly glasses. she wore a white t shirt and cut off jeans and i noticed just how skinny her legs were. chicken legs i would 'e called 'em when i was younger. jutting from her chest in awesome contrast to the rest of her body was a huge pair of very full breasts, bouncing and swaying with each of her movements they seemed to be somewhat unfettered so to speak. two little yuppie girls passed her table, sneering. probably thought she was repulsive. i thought she was gorgeous i sat at my table fantasizing in every possible disgusting way, and enjoying the hell out of it. i became aware of my growing erection and placed the front page of the morning paper over it. i then noticed her get up to grab seconds. i was impressed. healthy girl, healthy appetite. i was even more impressed when i saw her glance both ways and then get up to go grab a bowl of cereal. my, i thought, this girl can certainly eat. what an appetite! imagine my surprise when she stood up again and poured herself another bowl of cereal. where in hell's name does she put it, i thought. this is kind of fascinating to observe. when she got up a fifth time, i knew the secret. she was feeding those mammoth breasts! they were separate entities. they were demanding more food as they obviously grew before my eyes. i immediately thought of the film little shop of horrors. more like little shop of big cereal eating tits. finally this ultra skinny girl with the chicken legs and monster breasts got up and left, strutting as she walked out the door leaving me filled with awe and lust and just a little hankering for more. Scott C. Holstad |