Matt sighed as he hung up the phone.
"Man, what is the deal?" he said to himself.
The third applicant for his roommate ad had just contacted him; this one edited textbooks for fun.
"It's one thing to pay the rent, but is it too much to ask for a roommate with just a bit of personality?" he asked the empty room.
The two bedroom apartment was the top floor of a large, renovated house. The bedrooms doors faced each other from opposite ends of the apartment with an open kitchen/dining room and living room in between.
It was a handsome, well kept place in a great part of town; close to the hospital and university. Matt was counting on being able to choose a roommate within the first week of putting the ad online, but here it was two weeks later and only three applicants had expressed interest.
"I guess beggars can't be choosers." he said, deciding on which applicant seemed the least boring.
Just then his phone chirped. An unknown number.
"Hello." answered Matt.
A frantic female voice exclaimed
"Hello! Is the room is still available?"
"Uhm, it is."
"Oh! Thank god! Ok...please tell me you accept pets."
"Pets?" asked Matt.
"Well, one pet: a cat." said the woman.
"Sure. A cat is ok. No problem."
Matt was startled by a whoop of joy through the phone speaker.
"That's something none of the other applicants ever did." Matt thought to himself.
"Oh! I'm so relieved. Can I come over, like, right now to look at the place?"
"Yeah. That's fine. I'll be here."
"Awesome! See you in a few minutes."
Matt only realized after he hung up that he hadn't even got the woman's name.
"Hmm. A female roommate?" Matt pondered. "I've never lived with a girl I wasn't in a relationship with." Matt wasn't sure what to pin his expectations on, but he knew that it probably wouldn't be boring.
About fifteen minutes later a knock was heard.
Matt opened the door to a pretty young woman holding a cat carrier covered with a blanket.
"Hi! I'm Janice." she said extending her available hand to greet. "I was the crazy one on the phone earlier."
Matt took her hand and chuckled "Hi Janice. I'm Matt. Pleased to meet you."
Janice stood about 5'5" with beautiful blue eyes. She had a pleasantly round face with plump cheeks and a bright, genuine smile. Her shoulder length hair was dyed bright pink.
"Ok. Pink hair isn't boring, so far so good." Matt noted internally.
Janice stepped through the door wearing a bulky winter coat and a scarf to battle the November chill. It looked to Matt as if she might be carrying a few extra pounds underneath the thick jacket.
Janice looked around the apartment with a smile.
"Wow! It's so charming!" she exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it." Matt answered leading her to the empty bedroom.
"The room has a huge walk-in closet, it's own full bathroom and a nice little sun deck through those glass doors."
Janice squealed with delight.
"This place is even nicer than the apartment I was supposed to move in to!"
"What happened there?"
Janice shuddered in frustration recalling the events of the day. She spoke of how she and her boyfriend, Bobby, were living together up north. He got accepted into law school on the other side of the country and the couple decided that they would live apart so he could focus on school. Meanwhile, Janice would accept her company's offer to transfer to this city with a pay raise.
"My boyfriend insisted on setting up my living arrangements for me" she explained "but when I arrived today to move in I discovered that the landlord doesn't accept pets of any kind! Well, I had no choice, I had to cancel the agreement. Giving up Bubsy is simply out of the question."
Janice lifted the blanket of the cat carrier to show Matt a cute, black feline blinking calmly.
"Long story, short: I have all my belongings stuffed in my car outside, I start working in a brand new office on Monday and I'm homeless." she sighed.
Matt felt genuine sympathy for her. His favorite pet growing up was his cat, Whiskers, who looked almost exactly like her Bubsy cat. She was obviously upset and desperate. He would have been too, if it were him.
"Well, let me ask you this, Janice" Matt said after a pause "Are you messy?"
"No, in fact I'm a neat freak. And you'll never have to clean up after Bubsy either. He's a very good kitty."
Matt smiled. "Ok. Are you loud?"
"Hmmm. I'm 'atmosphere appropriate', but I usually like peace and quiet when I'm home." she replied. A smile was growing on her face.
"I like that." he smiled, "Are you a vegan?"
"Uhhm...no"
"Thank god." They laughed together.
Matt paused again. "Ok, If you've got a deposit, I don't have a problem with you moving in today. We can take care of the paperwork with the landlord later."
Matt held out a hand for her to shake. Janice's pretty blue eyes welled up with tears. She set down the cage and threw her arms around Matt. He was immediately taken aback by the large, soft pressure against his chest.
She released her hug and began to undo her jacket, Matt knelt to introduce himself to the caged feline.
"Mr. Bubsy! Say hi to Matt, our new friend!" she exclaimed happily.
Matt looked up to smile at Janice, but his expression froze on his face as he watched her peel the lapels back from her jacket. In fact, from his perspective, time slowed down to a standstill.
"Those can't be what I think they are!" Matt thought to himself as he watched her slip the jacket off her shoulders. Two of the largest breasts he had ever seen emerged from her coat, encased in a heavily wired bra, wrapped in a light blue sweater.
Matt was gobsmacked to see his new roommate's breasts were so huge and round that they took up almost her entire torso. Her tits covered her upper arms, almost reached her belly button (he assumed under her sweater). She had a relatively small waist and medium build in every other aspect, which made her giant breasts look severely disproportionate.
Matt swallowed hard, finding his throat suddenly dry. He quickly looked back down at the cat lest he be busted by his stunned blatant gawking.
"Holy shit...She is stacked beyond belief!" he thought to himself. "Keep it together, Matt!"
Janice knelt down next to him to let Bubsy out of the carrier, allowing him to explore his new domicile. The feline cautiously emerged and sniffed the air. Matt reached out a palm for the cat to sniff. Bubsy immediately nuzzled lovingly on Matt's hand.
"Oh my god! How adorable is that!?" Janice squealed. "I'm taking that as a very good sign. Bubsy is a great judge of character."
She picked the cat and embraced it against her bosom. "We're home, baby!"
Janice immediately began unpacking her car. Everything she owned fit comfortably in her SUV.
She reluctantly asked Matt for help moving her mattress and dresser upstairs. Matt was happy to assist. This allowed the two to talk and get to know each other.
She spoke of how boring and cold it was living up north and how excited she was to make a new start. Matt told her about all the fun she could have on "the Avenue", which was within walking distance, featuring several shops, bars, restaurants, even a small movie theater. Janice was giddy at the thought.
Matt, all the while, attempted his best to keep his composure around his new extraordinarily busty roommate. Every time she caught his eye, whether it was her profile, straight on or even from behind, her prodigious tits literally took his breath away.
As it was, Matt had been obsessed with large breasts since he was a little boy. He spent his life captivated by busty women from afar, never lucky enough to be romantically involved with one. In his life-long observations, however, he noted a few common traits of large breasted girls: namely, most busty ladies slouch their posture, either to minimize their back pain or to avoid their breasts 'rudely' projecting out too far. Also, busty women usually walk rather dainty to avoid too much bouncing.
Matt noticed right away that Janice was unique in that her default posture was straight backed and as erect as if she sported an A cup.
"Bless her poor back" he marveled.
She showed absolutely no compunction to minimize her breasts' presence. She wasn't being flirty or manipulative, she simply seemed to be above the concern to hide her tits away. If that wasn't enough, every step she took sent shivering titty-quakes up and down her bust, which had Matt quaking as well.
"She sure doesn't seem to be the shy type." he thought.
He noted with delight how her bra struggled to contain her huge tits beneath her tight, light blue sweater. Janice's compressed breasts bulged over the tops of her cups creating a bouncy "mini" cleavage that could have filled a D cup brassiere by itself.
Matt had to shake himself lest he be hypnotized. He was sure he was about to be called out any second by his prolonged gazing, but to his surprise, Janice was either not paying attention or simply not concerned at all by it.
