Accessory Wishing

a sonnet by Dan Standing

Now, constantly, my breasts bounce and jiggle.
Moving even when I am standing still.
In the tightest bra they always wiggle.
Attracting all men’s eyes, against my will.

I wished to have a more impressive set,
To be notice more than my roommate, Jen.
Now the constant rubbing can make me wet,
Nipples big, erect, stiffer than a pen.

They have also grown quite more than a bit.
Busting my A-cup bra down to the floor.
A grapefruit looks small next to either tit,
Shakes heavily all the time; need no more.

Jen’s wish was hasty, though, and turned out worse;
She wished for fashion, and is now my purse.