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God, I hate trade shows..."

Denise's job was on the line if her company's product didn't make a splash on the trade show circuit this year, so she took a 48-hour Bosom Booster elixer guaranteed to grant her the perfect attention-getters for the first show of the season.

Heads turned as she strolled into the exhibit hall.

"You got this, girl," she thought as she sipped her Venti Mocha, fueling up for a long day of getting eye-fucked by horny middle-managers. And then there would be the happy-hour meetings in the hotel bar...that's where the deals really got done.

Too bad she didn't read the fine print on the elixer's bottle:

"This product is intended to treat occasional feelings of inadequacy brought on by a deficiency in breast size. Use of stimulants, including caffeine, or alcohol with this product may result in permanent swelling, extreme sensitivity to touch, and intolerance to concealment by common fabrics."

She made a lot of contacts, but found that her most promising leads didn't want to get into bed with her company until they got to spend a night with "the chick with the big tits." And when her swollen, sensitive rack stuck around after the show, she knew she'd be spending a lot more time as the face of the company---even if no one would ever her look her in the eye again.

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