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Oestrogen
I would like to have a level of oestrogen which, during the night, would inflate my tiny little breasts, turning them into two hot air balloons so proud and imperious that they would soar higher than the sun, caressing it on the way, before reaching the point of no return from whence the world, in all its splendour, looks like a puny Polly Pocket toy.
So I would be the Mother of the whole Universe; a universe, which, suckling on my impudent and regal teats, would become intoxicated from their syrupy nectar before climbing over my celestial body, dozing drowsily there, the flowery liquid at the edge of its lips, encompassed by ecstasy.
There, I would slowly gyrate my two orbiting planets and cradle all the living beings in the galaxy, who would awaken in the morning amidst curious chirping, their skin still coated in the mushiness of dreams, that I would bathe in my clouds of milk, wherein flying fish and swimming birds would splash about jauntily.
The whole of life would swarm around my astral protrusions and I would scatter on them seeds from which giant baobab trees would grow, tearing the sky; and these would provide fruit for the stars and the stars would devour them apart from the seeds which they would spit out onto my soil from which other baobab trees would spring up. This is how the mammary diaspora across all the continents of my expanding body would occur, relentlessly pushing back the boundaries of space in order to welcome, onto my body, into my body all these new inhabitants.
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