" Lenny tried to sound as deferential as possible.She followed the little fat man into the large office of the executive president of Xylotropic Indus...tries.This office was somehow less impressive than that of Boss Carl. There was something overly mechanical in the furnishings and decor.The lights were made of bare metal rods and frames that extended from the wall like insectoidal appendages. The desk itself was constructed from some kind of aluminum alloy, and the entire large piece of. "All 57 times someone else made him do it? What did they blackmail him into causing 33 pregnancies? Yeah right, typical nutcase." you thought. "Those types are better off behind bars where they can't mess with normal people's lives."You're about to head out for the day when suddenly you hear a strange voice coming from your back yard, like a feminine man's voice calling your name. "Just got through calling someone a nut and now I'm hearing things, super. God must LOVE messing with me.". You. I'm 21 now, why can't I get over this? Why is it so damn hard?” I asked. “Well I couldn't tell you that. But shit happens you know. Just like getting up on stage. Some people have stage freight and others have car freight I guess. But you can't let it get you down,” Bill replied. “I know. But still, I got that car just waiting for me, and I can't drive it unless you are in the car with me, and it just sucks. Not to sound like a downer,” I said. “Well, it didn't work out with me teaching you. One day I was led to a new room. It was very clinical looking and there was a table in the middle of it. I was in a robe and was asked to take it off and lay on the table face down. I did as told and there was a open area for my face like a massage table. My now huge breasts were underneath me getting squashed. They were like 34JJ. Panels were removed underneath and my breasts dropped into two openings that seemed made for them. I could feel the weight of them pulling them down, swaying.