I read about this the other day and marveled at how American’s don’t have a lock on literally buying into stupid ideas. Seems some guy by the name of Hideto Tomabechi has developed a ring tone that he claims will make your breasts grow larger just by listening to it through some sort of subliminal effect. Considering that breast size is no small issue in Japan (sorry, couldn’t resist) you can probably imagine how this bit of silliness could find a receptive audience. In the first week of availability this miracle ring tone has been downloaded over 10,000 times. Now the folks at Engadget have taken it upon themselves to satisfy your morbid curiosity by allowing you to hear for yourself what wondrous tune could possibly make your mammaries magnify:
Admit it, even though you know it’s totally bogus and totally crass, you’ve been dying to actually hear what that breast-enlarging ringtone they’ve been selling in Japan sounds like, right? Well, we got Gareth, our Tokyo correspondent, to download it to his phone and make a copy of it for us, which we’re making available to you as an MP3 (for educational purposes, of course). If you can’t be bothered to download it (or don’t want to take the risk of the ringtone actually having its advertised effect), we can tell you it sounds mainly like Yngwie Malmsteen playing a guitar solo, which for some reason makes perfect sense. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ve been blasting this all morning and must now run out to get our first training bras.
Stunning, isn’t it? That’s supposedly all it takes. But what if you don’t want bigger boobs? Not to worry, Tomabechi says he’s already got plans on the drawing board for ring tones aimed at improving memory, increasing attractiveness for the opposite sex, making hair sprout and quitting cigarettes.
What we really need is a ring tone that’ll increase people’s IQs.


















These people must really be desperate to fall for something as asinine as that. I played it twice and no noticeable effect on the male breasts, a third playing was interrupted by the cat gnawing on my ankle to make it stop.