Amy steps onto a sun-drenched beach, like something from a Carib League travel promo: golden sun overhead, powder-blue sky, near-transparent water stretching away to an infinite horizon, virgin white sand extending off to her left and right as far as the eye can see. She feels something wobbling and shaking and looks down and realizes it’s her big bouncy-breasts—not hers, the Voluptuous Swede’s.