Brittany's plane lands at the Paris, France airport late afternoon. She steps off the plane and soaks in the nice, warm and sunny weather of Paris, France. Without questioning, many of the guys in Paris were mistaking Brittany as a large-breasted porn star. Her newly grown bouncy FF cup tits looks to abnormal for such a young girl with a slightly narrow waist, small frame and in her 20's now. Guys' jaws drops and tongues swaying when she walks by them and completely ignore their obscene stares and jesters. Confine in a maroon tight shirt with the "Dr. Pepper" logo distorted across, her enormous tits looks like they were wrestling with each other. One guy when as far to pull his hard cock out and begin jerking off in public at the sight of Brittany and her melons. Her ample ass bulges out nicely in a pair of tight-fitting denim jeans and her white K-Swiss shoes were brand new.
She was in Paris as a vacation before heading off to college in a few weeks. She has always wanted to go to Paris and figured with the money she has saved up when working at Corny Dog; she would go there and relax for a bit before starting the stressful times at college. With her long red hair in pigtails and a backpack strap to her back, Brittany wanders off into the crowded scene in Paris, not sure on what she's looking to do yet. One time came to mind about possibly meeting a hot, Paris hunk. Brittany has been craving sex for a few weeks. She quit her job due to lack of paid and the boss constantly wanting to fuck her. It got old quick to Brittany and of course, Tommy had moved away and none of her ex-boyfriends seemed to be around. The thoughts of having sex with a Paris hunk began making Brittany's small soft nipples turn into big hard nipples poking through her maroon shirt.
"HOLY SHIT! Look at that girl! STOP THE TOUR BUS!" shouts a man's voice.
As Brittany walks, the tour bus slows down and comes to a stop. A black little person wearing a jazzy business suit and dress shoes, steps off the tour bus and approaches Ms. Clarkson.
"Excuse me miss," the little person says as he steps in front of Brittany. His eyes widen at the huge close up of her gigantic melons. His head was at their level. For the first time in his life, he was glad to be a little person.
"OH my God! Gary Coleman!" Brittany shouts.
"Yes, it is me. The one and only Gary Coleman. The guy most famous for the line "What you talkin about Willis!" I'm glad you recognize me," Coleman said flattered.
"Well there was the time you punch that lady..." Brittany begins to say and Coleman interrupts her. "Please don't remind me of that. It wasn't my fault. Anyways young lady, you look to be new around here and you seem lost. Going anywhere in particular? To a husband's or boyfriend's house?" Coleman asks curiously. "Please say no," Coleman mumbles to himself.
"No. I'm not married nor do I have a boyfriend. I'm just out here trying to have a good time before going back to the states and starting college in a few weeks," Brittany responses.
"Thank God!" Coleman mutters to himself. "Perhaps I can be at some service. I happen to run and own a tour bus company out here in Paris, France," Coleman explains to her. "My bus driver and I would be more then happy to take you around sight seeing to start off your vacation? By the way, what is your name Ms.?"
"It's Brittany and that would be wonderful!" Brittany agrees.
"Come abroad Ms. Brittany and let's get this tour bus rolling."
Coleman escorts Brittany into the small, black van labeled "Coleman's Tour Service." The inside was nothing like an actual tour bus, but more like a mini-van with two front seats and one large seat in the back, but lots of room to move in. As Brittany sat down in the back beside Coleman, she glances at the driver named Earl. He has his eyes on the back view mirror and couldn't help but drool over her huge tits settling down nearly on her lap. Earl was a lot taller then Coleman and a few inches taller then Brittany. His body was large, but not too fat and wore tan shorts, tube socks in white shoes and a Hawaii open-button shirt showing off his XXL hanging loosely wife beater. Coleman closes the door to his tour bus and the driver takes off.
Throughout the ride, the tour bus drove over large bumps in the road which causes Brittany's massive knockers to bounce out of control under her tight maroon shirt. The Dr. Pepper letters were going from big to small each time a tit flops toward at that particular letter. Coleman kept his tiny, yet open wide eyes on her luscious knockers. Some much drool was flowing out the corner of Coleman's mouth, that he needs a bucket to catch it. Brittany looks down at the little man and begins to blush.
"They're real, you know?" Brittany says, following with a light giggle.
Her speaking broke Coleman's concentration on her breasts.
"No way!" Coleman immediately refuses to believe! "Those are two big too damn big to be natural on a young girl like you! How old are you anyways?"
"I just turned 20."
"WHAT! 20 years old and your tits look like mountains? Daddy must have gotten you some implants for your birthday. You're pulling my lady Brittany," Coleman plays off.
"How about proving it?" said in a demanding voice Danny Bonaduce from the once television hit series The Partridge Family. Her face still had that child star look with the exception of his red goatee, several more freckles, and his shaved red head. He wakes from the back of the van and climbs into the backseat on the other side of Brittany.
"OH MY GOD! You're the dude from the Brady Bunch!" Brittany says in a hysterical manner.
"Close, but I can prove my dick is a lot bigger then Gary Brady's and all those other Brady pansies," Danny says harshly.
"You couldn't have stayed asleep, could you?" Coleman asks.
"And let your little fucking ass have all the fun with this big titted girl? Fuck you!" Danny response.
"Hey guys... I think there is plenty of her to go around," says the tour driver, clearly referring to Brittany's 36FF cups as they continue bouncing to the motion of the driving.
"God Damn! Those things look bigger then my head!" Danny burst out.
"Fuck your head! One of those could cover my entire chest," Coleman response.
"Can we please have a look?" Danny begs.
Brittany didn't know what to think with two former child stars sitting on each side of her and wanting to see her tits. Even the fairly ugly driver wanted to see her melons in all their glory.
"Fine..." Brittany says.
She pulls her maroon shirt out and lifts it up over her enormous black bra. Her monstrous tits were running over their cups. Both Danny and Gary have never seen tits theses big and natural in real life. Not even the groupies they or just Danny had banged, has tits near Brittany's size. The tour-bus driver takes his eyes off the road for one second to get a good look at her mammoth knockers. The horns from other cars going down the opposite road begin to blow as the driver swirls off the correct lane. He looks back onto the road and gets back in the correct lane. He was taken back by Brittany's breasts and they were just in her bra...
"How about removing the bra?" Danny says greedily.
"I don't know... I don't know you guys very well. I've been used by strangers before and well, I'm trying to not go back to my old ways," Brittany explains.
"Don't worry baby. We're not going to use you. We're the ones star stuck at such a magnificent body you have in which the likes we have never seen!" Coleman replies. "We're only human..."
Gary gives Brittany his famous puppy-dog eyes look. Brittany didn't want to expose herself again, but give in too his puppy-dog innocent look. She signs and begins undoing the four hooks to her bra. Once she unhooks them all, she lets the bra fall off her shoulders and onto the van floor. Her monster tits sway freely in the open.
"OH.... OH LORD!" gasps Gary Coleman like he had just seen something for the first time.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" shouts Danny with his eyes wide in astonishment and mouth hanging open like a lap dog. "Those babies are fucking enormous and I bet their heavy yet soft. Can we please?"