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Teresa liked men except for one small problem: They were assholes. No matter how hard she tried, or how desperately she hoped, the men in her life had always turned out to be inadequate. Too many disappointments in a row had left her bitter and a little vengeful. Her standards were now sky-high, and anybody who would try to woo her would inevitably not live up to them. She'd make sure of that.

There's a knock on the door. I wheel over, its Jake. Jake comes in and immediately he wants to know what's up.

I start explaining it to him. "its the craziest thing I've had happen to me in a long time." He stopped me, "Well you've had a lot of crazy things happen. So tell me something new." I frowned at him, "Come on man, are you going to let me tell you about what happened or not?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Ok, so tell me."

I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women.

Now, that's not unusual in itself; that happens to me a lot. But the strange thing was the way they were dressed. They seemed to be wearing multicolored uniforms of a spandex-like material bearing various military insignia. They had strange headsets that looked like com-links, and their long hair flowed freely from beneath these headsets.

One of the women, a tall brunette, spoke into her com-link. "He's up."

I glanced down, wondering what she meant, but then I realized she meant I was awake.

Short Story based off “Popping” by Critical Volume