Tilly, Andrea, and Brad were headed to the dinner. Andrea was a bit nervous. Not for her. But for the giant breasted Tilly. Her NN cups were on full display in the tiny bikini. Andrea's leg was shaking nervously as they drove.
The town was small, only about 50 shops here and there. All were owned by locals, moms, pops, and family places. What would they think or say with Tilly being so exposed?
Parking and walking inside of the diner. Andrea's eyes darted around, she held her breath as she surveyed the eyes of every man and woman in the diner. Andrea felt like her heart was going to explode with so many eyes on them.
But in reality, it was one cook, one waitress, two old men at the counter, and an old couple in one booth. Not the hundreds of eyes Andrea was thinking about or expecting. They walked inside and sat in a booth.
The waitresses named was "Peggy" and she walked over, took out her pad, and handed them menus.
"Bacon, egg, and ham steak sandwich." Brad ordered.
"Veggie omelet." Andrea nervously ordered.
"Chocolate milkshake, same omelet as Andrea, and do you have any melons or fruit?" Tilly asked.
"Yeah. We got watermelon, honeydew, and strawberry's. I can cut them up for you." Peggy stated as she wrote the orders on the pad.
"Perfect. Thanks." Tilly jiggled and replied.
Peggy left to place the orders as Andrea was staring at Brad. Though Brad's eyes were glued to Tilly's tits. "What the fuck?" Andrea whispered and smacked Brad.
"What?" Brad winced and whispered back.
"She's fucking naked. Monster tits for all to see. Nothing. No one's doing nothing!" Andrea whispered back.
"What did you expect? A riot, a mob with burning torches, pitchforks, and shit?" Brad whispered back.
"What are we talking about?" Tilly whispered and leaned in.
"Andrea's pissed off. Your tits haven't created a mob scene, a riot, or something. What did you really expect?" Brad hissed and whispered.
"Here's the milk shake." Peggy stated as she set the large glass on the table and left.
"I don't know. I guess a response. I thought this was like a reserved Christian and religious community." Andrea huffed and sat back with a grumpy look on her face.
"Yeah. Reserved. Not crazy. Live and let live is the idea. Her monster tits aren't hurting anyone. Yeah, the old guys at the bar keep looking back. But who cares? If she didn't like them looking at her. Then she shouldn't dress like that. But you of all people can't be upset about it." Brad sat up and was no longer whispering.
Lunch arrived a few minutes later and they ate slowly. More people came and went. A few glances at Tilly's nearly naked body. But nothing like what Andrea expected.
The check came and Brad paid. Before they got up Brad asked, "Need anything else since we are here?"
"Yeah. Groceries." Andrea advised as they slid out of the booth.
They drove to the small grocery store run by Pat. As usual. He wasn't at the register and there wasn't anyone in the store except them. Andrea selected an old rickety metal wire grocery cart with a wobbly wheel. She pushed it around and picked out the items she needed. Some items were entirely sold out. So, she had to make do with what was on hand.
"Noodles, canned veggies, fresh veggies, tomato paste, more frozen veggies, frozen chicken breast, frozen ground beef. Some supplies to make cookies and brownies." Andrea listed out the items she needed as they walked around the store.
"Oh. Don't make brownies like that. Get sweetened condensed milk. I will show you the most amazing brownie recipe. Instead of oil, water, milk. Use one can of sweetened condensed milk with one or two eggs. Epic. You will see." Tilly laughed and ran around to find the sweetened condensed milk.
When she found them, she put 4 in Andrea's cart.
4 large jars of pickles were also added.
When Andrea had a full cart, Brad was nearly finished, and Tilly was looking around. At the front checkout counter Andrea rang the bell. "Do we leave the money and go?" Tilly asked as she looked around a bit confused.
"No. Pat's probably out back. Hit the buzzer." Brad advised pointing to the doorbell button.
Andrea tapped the doorbell button a few times and they waited.
"Coming!" Pat yelled from the back of the store.
He shuffled up to the counter, turned to face the trio, and stated, "Jesus." His eyes locked on Tilly's massive tits barely hidden by the gold string bikini.
"Sorry. But I haven't seen tits like that since I worked on the dairy. Those are about a gallon a piece!" Pat laughed as he nervously wiped his forehead with his hand.
"Yeah. I think I weighed them once. About 15 pounds apiece." Tilly laughed.
"The things I could do with those." Pat murmured as he added up the items in Andrea's cart.
"Oh yeah. Like what?" Tilly asked.
"Well, I got some crème to keep the skin nice and good looking. No stretch marks. And believe me. Over time. Everything sags. My wife had tits. Not like those. But she got stretch marks. Then the milk. We usually used needles on the heifers. But most people don't like needles. I can make a few pills to make you produce milk." Pat laughed.
"We will take the crème." Brad nervously asked.
"Make the pills. If I use them. Are they permanent?" Tilly asked.
"No. One pill lasts one month. Stop taking them and you stop producing." Pat explained as he finished Brad's cart.
"Okay. Make me a batch. Say 6 months' worth." Tilly asked.
"Be ready in a week." Pat advised.
Brad and Andrea paid Pat for the groceries.
"Before you leave. Mind if I get a picture?" Pat asked Tilly. Holding up his cell phone.
"First one is free." Tilly giggled and walked around the counter.
"Ah no. Out here." Pat advised and pointed at the back of the store.
Andrea and Brad were a bit suspicious and wanted to see what Pat had in store. Outside the grocery store area there was a large walk-in cooler, freezer, and shelves of other products. Pat walked them into one of the coolers.
"Just got these in this morning. Haven't had the chance to put them out." Pat advised as she stood next to a huge cart of watermelons.
"Here. Hold these up." Pat advised as he handed the melons to Tilly.
Tilly weighed the large melons in her hand. "Yeah. About the same size. But not nearly as heavy." Tilly explained.
"Like this. Then off to the side. No bikini if you mind." Pat asked as Tilly first held the melons covering her tits. Brad pulled her sting bikini off. The melons blocked her breasts as she smiled for the picture.
"Okay. Then pull them off to the side or lower them below. Pat advised, as he took a few more pictures.
Tilly's monster tits were the same size as the melons. Andrea looked over Pat's shoulders to see the pictures he was taking. They were sexy and fun. Tilly smiled wide for the pictures.
"Okay. That will do it. I got some crème over here I can give you in trade." Pat stated as she put the phone away in his pocket.
Pat picked up 3 large glass bottles. Each had a price tag of $50 on them.
"Oh. I got the small ones. They are like $15 apiece. Even a little blob will do my feet, legs, and hands." Andrea advised as she looked at the shelves. There were hundreds of jars, different sizes, different perfumes added, and Andrea walked down the wall looking at them.
"Yeah. If you don't mind. I want to use the pictures for a new slogan and product line." Pat asked Tilly.
"No. That's fine. My first modeling gig was quick and easy." Tilly laughed as she covered her nipples with her tiny triangle bikini top. She picked up two jars and Brad picked up the third.
"Now you better get going. Don't let your food defrost." Pat advised as he shuffled them out towards the front of the grocery store.
"If you don't mind. I would like to come back and take more pictures. I have a few ideas myself." Tilly asked Pat.
"Sure. This place is empty 99% of the time. Come on by anytime." Pat laughed as the trio left.
"What a pervy but nice old man." Tilly laughed.
"Brad knows him best." Andrea laughed too.
"He used to work on a dairy, on ranches, was a farmer. He tinkered with recipes for lotions, drugs, and stuff for animals. Now he makes lotions, balms, and such. Good stuff too without all the chemicals you see in the store-bought stuff." Brad advised as he looked at the jar of lotion.