Harry loved the dancer/performers, the Babettes at a local bar/casino, but one night in a drunken stupor he said, “I love you girls so much, what would it take to join you?”
Daphne on the right said, “You have to be like one of us to join, I’m afraid you don’t fit the bill, babe, but I can fix that.”
Suddenly Harry was standing next to Daphne (left), and now would fit in perfectly with the Babettes. He was a bit stunned, but still intoxicated, as “he” jiggled his new jugs in amazement revealing an ample chest to the onlookers as well.
Daphne chuckled, “You got your wish, babe, how does it feel to be one of the Babettes?”
“Heavy,” said the new Harry, as even in his drunken state, he wondered what he had gotten himself into, and when he sobered up what he would have do get real about.
“Don’t worry Harriet, we’ll teach you everything you need to know about being a Babette, he, he, he,” chuckled Daphne, shaking her boobs in unison with the new busty Harriet.
As it sank in gradually with “Harriet”, she said, “Oh, my goodness, what did I get myself into, I’m so flipping huge.”
“Comes with the territory, babe, you wanted to be a Babette, so you have to have the assets for it, and I must say you certainly do,” laughed Daphne, as she hefted up Harriet’s new boobs feeling their immense weight.
