Othello thought that the best idea was to call his sister, Desdemona, under the logic that a doctor would probably be able to tell exactly what was wrong with Maddie. Desdemona was a 1225ft tall and very muscular pink-skinned gargoyle with white hair. Like her brother, she was a gargoyle with a long beak for a mouth. For in-laws, Desdemona and Maddie got along very well, especially considering their contrasting careers.
However, it was still early in the morning and Desdemona was asleep in bed when she heard the phone and tried to answer it. It took a few minutes because her yes were half closed and she then held the phone up to her face. "You've reached the address of Dr. Desdemona Weisman," said Desdemona with a yawn. "It might take me a few minutes to get started but...."
"Desdemona! It's Othello." Desdemona let out a yawn before responding to her brother's words. "Othello? What's wrong, bro?" "It's Maddie. Something happened and now her breasts are as big as wrecking balls." "Wrecking balls?" asked Desdemona. "Impossible. Gorgons can't get Lactose Overload Syndromes. Only succubi, gargoyles and werewolves can." "Tell that to my wife." Desdemona let out a sigh and put on her lab coat. "Don't panic. Big Sis is coming." Desdemona herself was rather curious. After all, she had seen her sister-in-law yesterday and knew she was fine.
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Desdemona soon walked in the Thurman residence and Caliban walked up to greet her. Desdemona stroked her sister-in-law's dog before walking in as Othello came up to her. "I appreciate you coming so early in the morning, Desdemona." Said Othello. "Where's Maddie." "She's still in bed. She can't move." Desdemona raised a, well gargoyles don't have eyebrows but you know what I mean. "Are you saying her breasts have gotten so big that...." Suddenly there was a loud crash.
Desdemona and Othello walked into the bedroom and saw that Maddie's breasts had gotten bigger, so much in fact that they were too big for the bed to support and the rattlesnake gorgon was flat on her back immobilized by her now monster minivan-sized jugs. "Good morning, Desdemona." Said Maddie. "Holy slate!" yelled Desdemona. "You weren't kidding." Desdemona felt Maddie's breasts and even took a stethoscope to them to hear the milk inside and then stroked her chin. "This is an odd-case. There is surprisingly little milk in these breasts. Well, not completely surprising since she isn't pregnant, at least not that I can tell yet. It would appear that these breasts are mainly fat and air. I've never seen anything like this."
Othello bit his claws. "So I take it you can't fix her?" "Not if I don't know what caused this. Maddie, did anything happen yesterday." "Well, Estelle was delivering the mail, it was a slow day at the shop, Alala was jogging. Oh and when I went to return my library book, Ororo was arguing with Grey." Desdemona rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. "Anything that might have caused your breasts to swell." "Not really. Although Latanya did show up yesterday and delivered a rather strange fruit." "Strange fruit?" asked Desdemona. "What did it look like?" "Well," said Maddie as her breasts rippled and she had to push them out of the way of her face. "It was pink with swirls and white marks and looked like a pair of breasts. I made it into several pies. I wonder if that was what was responsible." "You wonder?" asked Desdemona sarcastically. "Maddie, eating flora you can't identify is a very bad idea. I'll bet it was that fruit that did this to you."
Suddenly, Desdemona realized something. "Did you by any chance sell any of those fruit pies?" "Well, only to Estelle, Rangiku, Pauline, Angel and Cassidy." Desdemona let out a gulp. "Oh no." That's when there was a knock at the door." Othello went to answer it and saw that one of Maddie's customers was in the same state as Maddie.
But which one?