"Rebbecca?!" Tim shouted from the distance. "What did you do?!" He said, running towards her.
"Tim! I'm sorry! I just...I didn't...I..." Rebbecca said, and fell to her knees, tears swelling up in her eyes. Falling to her knees, her breasts shook jiggled for at least 10 seconds.
"How did you know about this?" Tim said, looking at her, then looking at the machine, then back at her.
"I..." She said, more tears began to flow. "I saw your papers..."
Tim paused. "I can't believe you. You looked through my things?!"
"I'm sorry..." She said, softly, not even looking at him.
Tim paused, unsure of what to do. "First off, are you ok? Are you hurt?"
"...no." Rebbecca answered.
He looked back at the machine, and shook his head. "I can't believe it actually worked..."
"Worked?! Look what it did to me!" Rebbecca said.
"No. You did this to yourself. This machine wasn't even finished. You must've read that, right?" Tim asked.
Rebbecca just looked down, still on her knees, her massive body still required her to look down at Tim. "I'm...sorry..."
"Look...it's okay. It just wasn't finished. We didn't have the emergency shut off installed, the door was messed up...you shouldn't have gone inside." Tim paused for a moment. "Wait a minute, why did you use it?"
Rebbecca paused. "I...don't know."
Tim walked over the machine, and looked at the settings. "You were trying to fix your wrinkles and gray hairs? You made your boobs bigger? Why? I didn't think someone as big as you were would even want to be bigger..."
Rebbecca paused again. "I didn't think it would work..."
"But you got inside anyway?"
"It's because of you!" Rebbecca said, crying again.
"Me?"
"Look at you...and look at me. I'm 9 years older than you, I'm fat...I feel like I'm in high school again trying to impress the most popular guy in class..." She said, avoiding eye contact.
"I can't believe you." Tim said. "I can't believe you let your ex husband turn you into a self conscious mess." Tim paused. "Did you ever think that there was a reason I stayed with you?" Tim continued, being charming and complimenting her, making her feel better about herself.
"So..." She said. "What am I gonna do now? I'm a freak..."
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