The coach yelled. "Okay girls, fifty jumping jacks. Hop to it!"
Big-titted girls hate jumping jacks. Kimmie jumped along with the gym class. Every morning the guys watched her jump up and down with her massive boobs flopping around like volleyballs. The other girls and even the female teachers were jealous of her bulging bust.
They called her Boobzilla.
That morning Kimmie's bra was so strained it felt like her boobs would pop out...and they did! As Kimmie jumped, she thrust her chest out. The weight of her huge tits snapped her straps. Kim's fat melons bounced out and jiggled with her two-inch nipples at full attention.
The guys hooted and clapped.
Blushing bright red. Kimmie grabbed her boobs, ran to the locker room and called her mother. "Mom I need a real bra, something with steel girders! This crappy bra broke and all the guys laughed and took pics of my naked boobs."
After school they drove to the BRA EMPORIUM. Mom waited in the car. Kimmie entered the store wearing her dad's orange parka. She didn't want her braless tits bouncing around lewdly.
A sales clerk ran up, wiggling his hips and waving his pink fingernails. "Bonjour Miss Sexy, may I help you?" The man's gay lisp made her feel comfortable.
"Yes please. I need a new bra. My old one broke and--"
"--and you got the big tit floppies." He giggled like a schoolgirl. "So that's why you look like a puffed-up pumpkin."
"Hey, that's not nice!" She blushed. "I need to get my bust measured and to buy a real bra. A real strong bra. My tits are too big."
"Honey, in tits, nips and cocks, there ain't no such thing as too big. There's large, extra-large, and OH MY FRIKIN' GOD!!!"
He laughed. "Sweetie, I'll make sure your chest puppies are in good hands. Let's shimmy over to my fitting room and take off that atrocious pumpkin outfit."
In the room, Kimmie dropped her parka. The man's eyes widened as Kimmie's large chest thrust forward, jiggling under her T-shirt.
"My oh my! Aren't we a massive Miss?" Pierre laughed. "No wonder you need a new brasserie. Those torpedo tits were made for our Bombshell collection of plus-size bras. Time to measure your knockers."
Kimmie yanked off her blouse, letting her enormous breasts bounce out and jiggled wildly like titty monsters. She noticed the 'gay' man's lump sticking out in his pants.
Pierre pulled out a measuring tape. He measured Kimmie's naked melons. "Nice red areolas and fat juicy nipples, long and thick."
He moved the measuring tape under Kimmie's bulging tits. She moaned as Pierre pulled her nipples like little handles, lifting each tit to measure underneath. "Sweetie our bras come with a matching set of panties. I need to measure your waist and crotch. Take off your gym shorts."
"NO! I WON'T!"
"It's okay. Your cotton panties stay on."
"Oh geez." Kimmie dropped her shorts and stood there naked except for her panties. Unfortunately, her panties were wedged tight into her cunt lips.
Pierre measured her waist. Then he ran the tape from the top of her pussy, through her legs, and up the crack of her ass. Pierre licked his lips as his face came close to her panty-clad cunt. "Do you shave down there?"
"No! Sir is this really necessary? Measuring my crack?"
"Yes Kimmie, we want the perfect fit. Your new chest size is 38F. That's massive for an eighteen-year-old. But you do have very nice boobs and a sexy body. I bet your boyfriend just loves to manhandle your jutting tits and pound your pussy."
"Um sir...I've never had a boyfriend. I'm too shy. I'm like the freak girl with basketball boobs."
"Nonsense hon. Your boobs were made to be fondled and manhandled. It's wrong of you not to let the girls out to play." Pierre laughed. "I believe in Free-Range titties."
