Buffy whistled to herself as she patrolled the streets of Sunnydale. She was trying to whistle along to the song "I like big butts" by Sir Mix a Lot. She did that because she was really immature.
She felt entitled to it, the stake spinning in her fingers. Well it was actually a log that she's honed with an axe into a point. It fit her overly large hand. Likewise, she was wearing a picnic blanket as a top and a set of jumbo fatman pants that Xander accidentally ordered off of wish dot com when he meant to order Levy jeans.
"So you're just okay with this?" Dawn asked her sister, struggling to keep up with her massive strides.
"Not really, but I got big boobs without paying for surgery," Buffy shrugged her broad shoulders. "My ass is a bit fatter but within my limits. I'm not fat, so it could be a worse curse. Besides, why worry? Giles and Willow are doing research on who ghost lady was. Probably some witch with a big boob fetish."
Speaking of which, her impressive chest was bouncing up and down with each step.
"Well, I ask because if we find a cure, do you think I can get some magical boob enhancement?" Dawn asked.
"No," Buffy said bluntly.
"What! Why?" Dawn whined.
"Because I'm your sister and you will listen to me!" Buffy rolled her eyes. "Magic is not to be messed with. If you want big boobs you can pay for them."
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