He had gone from enveloped in blankets to enveloped in breasts.
The… They’re huge! What even are these?! Appl—no, grapefru—no, melons!
Yes, this elf’s twin peaks were not hills, but mountains.
Even at a glance he could tell those sweater puppies couldn’t be kenneled in a cup size. That would have been like trying to store a desert in a litterbox. Still, if he had to think about it in terms of cups, they were… World Cup boobs!