"You're looking right at them! Do you realize that?"
Blossom had not realized it at all. She'd just been introduced to her new college roommate... and apparently, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off her new roommate's enormous tits.
"Oh, c'mon. Don't be embarrassed," laughed the big girl. "I'm used to it. I've had these things since I was ten."
"Ten?" marveled Blossom, the scrawnier girl. Blossom had a bright open face, with sandy hair and a few freckles. She probably would never be called pretty, but she might get away with cute. But she'd never developed the lush curves so many girls seem to get at puberty. Blossom wouldn't even qualify as small-breasted. She'd be called no-breasted.
That was why the sight of her sinfully overdeveloped roommate fascinated her so. This girl had curves in places other girls didn't even have places. She had gorgeously rounded hips, a defiant jutting ass, and two of the largest, most hard-nippled, and incredibly gravity-defying breasts Blossom had ever seen in her life. And at five feet, nine inches — practically fashion-model height, although Blossom had never seen a fashion model with hooters like these — this girl towered over tiny, barely-five-foot Blossom. The freshman was more than a little intimidated. This long-haired blonde was sexy by anyone's standards... but those huge breasts put her into a whole 'nother category of sensuality.
"There's just one thing I want to know," whispered the blonde. "Do you... like girls instead of boys?"
"Oh! No," said Blossom, blushing. "I mean, I like boys. But... boys don't seem to like me," she said, her eyes lowering to her flat chest.
"I can see that, sweetheart," said the blonde, not unkindly. "My name's Titania, and I can change things for you in that department."
"You can?" marveled Blossom, her eyes widening.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "And if we're going to room together, I think I should. I can make your titties grow. There's a secret. A secret formula, you might say. I just need some cooperation from you."
"I'd do anything, Tita ... Titan ... how do you say your name again?" asked Blossom.
Titania giggled, setting those mounds in motion. "It's Ti-tah-nyah. From Greek mythology, I guess. Or maybe Shakespeare. I'm not sure. My mother used to tell me that Titania was queen of the fairies." The big blonde started touching the slim girl's shoulders and arms... taking inventory, it seemed. "She hoped that the kids would end up calling me Tonya. Didn't happen that way."
"What do they call you?" asked Blossom, a little uncomfortable with the way her roommate was poking and prodding her body.
"Since these showed up," said the blonde, hoisting her treasures, "everyone but my mother and teachers has called me Titty."
"Titty!" said Blossom, unbelieving. "They do not! Do they?"
"Yep," said Titty, cupping what there was of Blossom's boobies. "And when I get through with you, they'll call you something like it, too!"
Blossom shook her head. She couldn't quite believe that one. "Tell me what I have to do," she asked.
"To learn about the secret formula? Anything I tell you to," said Titty. "Right now, get me a beer."
"Oh! Okay," said Blossom, walking over to the full-sized refrigerator Titania had in their room. "I thought you were only allowed one of those small fridges."
Titty reclined on her single bed and grabbed a magazine. "School administrators can be persuaded to bend the rules," she said, pulling at her hardening nipples.
Blossom looked down at the linoleum floor. "What's with the line painted on the floor in front of the fridge?"
"Oh! I had that put there," said Titty, smiling. "That's where I have to stand if I open the fridge myself. Any closer and I get clobbered in the titty!"
Blossom marveled at the distance. She opened the fridge and got her friend a can of Foster's Lager. The blonde held the cold can to her chest to watch her nipples harden through the T-shirt fabric.
"Thank you," she said to the freshman.
"You're welcome, Miss Titania," said Blossom shyly.
"We're going to get along just fine," said Titty, rubbing the can of beer all over the considerable surface area of her boobs. "I can tell." Titania's nipples flared most alarmingly, and her brow was covered with sweat. "Wipe me off, baby," she ordered.
Blossom scurried to get a tissue and dabbed her roommate's brow. "You catch on quick," smiled the big blonde. "You sure you've never done this before?"
"Never, Miss Titania," said Blossom. "But if you can really let me in on the secret to big boobies, why, I'll do anything you say."
Titania grinned. "Good, good," she clucked. There was a knock on the dorm room door. "Get that, little Blossom, will you?" said Titania — not as a request, but another order. The flatter girl ran to open the door.
"Uh — is Titty here?"
An overgrown young man with a brush haircut and wearing a football jersey stood before Blossom.
"Jack! Come in," cried Titania, rising from her bed. "Jack, this is my new roommate, Blossom. Blossom, this is Jack. One of my boyfriends."
"One?" said Jack, as he lumbered into the room.
"Oh, Jack, you know I've got too much titty for any one man," said Titania, playfully swinging her boobs back and forth, grazing his chest and stomach.
Jack reached for the hem of Titania's T-shirt. Titty chuckled... a sound at once low, throaty, and sensual. "Mmmmm... Blossom darling. Go get us some Chinese food, will you dear? And take your time." She had to take Jack's hands away from the shirt as Blossom slipped out of the room, embarrassed.
The minute Blossom closed the door behind her, Jack had Titty's shirt around her neck and was slobbering all over her lush boobs. "Nice girl, don't you think?" she asked, referring to little Blossom.
"Huh?" said Jack, momentarily letting a big nipple drop from his mouth. "Didn't notice. She didn't have no tits." He went back to putting her protuberances in a liplock.
"Too bad, isn't it?" sighed Titty. "We can do something about that, you and I..."
Jack didn't even hear. He began to nip at her nipples gently... then he opened his mouth wider, as if to take a bite.
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Blossom walked to the Chinese takeout near campus. She was a little taken aback at what she had seen. Titty... can she really be called that? Titty certainly had the biggest chest and the healthiest attitude toward her sexuality Blossom had ever seen. Could Blossom herself really ever be like that? That's what her roommate seemed to have promised.
Blossom held the bag of boneless ribs and Peking ravioli away from her shirt, surveying her own chest as she walked back to the dorm. Oh, it was impossible, she thought. These little buds would never become the mighty mounds that the walking Dairy State she called her roommate had! How? The whole idea was absurd. Blossom wore a triple A cup bra. When a D or E is tripled, it means "really big". Conversely, a triple A meant "really small".
But Titania had mentioned a secret formula. Maybe it's some kind of chemical discovery, thought Blossom. Or something to do with hormones or genetics.