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Well where do I start? Okay, let’s do this from the very beginning and by saying that no matter how absurd this may sound it is a true story none the less. My name is Neeta. I am eighteen years old. I live in Hyderabad India. The story starts when I passed out of my high school and left my home town Kolkata and came to Hyderabad for college one year ago. My parents were a little worried, but all I wanted to do was to get out of my parents’ house and live life freely. My college didn't require me to attend classes regularly. So I figured that I might as well get a part time job for some extra cash. So, one month after settling in Hyderabad, I joined an international BPO . It had night shifts, so it gave me the chance to attend my classes once in a blue moon as well. I was about one month old in my company and things were going great. The guys were really very helpful and friendly. They were always ready to help me with a big smile which I was pretty sure was because of my body. Now I don’t intend to sound like a proud bitch, but I surely have a body that each and every guy dreams of banging. I stood five feet five inches tall, my breasts were thirty six double D and my waist was twenty six inches with a hip measuring thirty four inches . And I had the picture perfect innocent baby face to go with it. And I know very well that each and every guy that I met wanted to bang me. One morning after finishing work I boarded the company cab to go to my place when I started getting ...

... missed calls from an unknown number. I tried calling back but no one would pick up. Throughout the ride home I kept on getting missed calls. And I was quite irritated by it. When I reached my place I received a text. It said... "Hi, I don’t mean to bother you or anything, and I hope you don’t get offended, but can you please tell me if you use any oil or lotion for your breasts. They are very big and beautiful. Actually I have a girlfriend and I love her very much, but her boobs are small, and I would like them to be big like yours. Please help me out here, and I promise I won’t disturb you." I was not pissed. I actually felt sorry for the guy. Who would not want his wife to have big boobs? I would like my boyfriend to have a bigger penis. So I text-ed him back, "Don’t worry. I am not angry. Yes I use an oil named "Masoline" I have been using it for past one year, and my breasts grew from thirty four C to thirty six double D. Hope this will help you. But I don’t think you will find it here in Hyderabad. I buy it from my home town. And I bring three or four bottles when I go there." I few minutes later another message came in... "You were right. I am not getting it here. I will search in some more medical shops. Thanks anyway," I started feeling sorry for the guy again. About an hour later after I had my meal and was about to go to bed another message came in, "Can I ask you for one last favor? You said that you keep three or four bottles with you. Can you give me one. I will pay ...