Karyn has two extra sets of breasts. Each pair of breasts is one cup size smaller than the pair above them.
"Seriously, Karyn," said Jon. "What's this supposed to mean? That you have, what, one pair of breasts? You've always had six breasts. You always talk about how proud you are of them, even though its a hassle putting on three bras every day."
"I haven't until today," said Karyn. "I mean, how many girls have six breasts?"
"Besides all of them?" said Jon. "It'd be more unusual for girls to have one pair of boobs. Well, there was that one girl at school who had four breasts, and you remember how Sarah and the other popular girls treated her. It was ruthless."
"So, I'm not the only girl to have six boobs?" said Karyn. She had only intended for her to have six boobs, but apparently the magic pencil changed all girls.
"Hardly," said Jon. "I mean, I've grown up thinking this was normal, but apparently you haven't. It must be strange for you."
"Pretty much," said Karyn, as she adjusted her middle set of breasts. These things were heavy. It felt so strange to have six tits bouncing around when she moved, not to mention the extra bras wrapped around places where they didn't belong. As Karyn was about to erase her change on the pad, there was a knock at the door.
