Over the years I've gotten more obsessed with big breasts and the bras that hold them. The sight and feeling of full bra cups is amazing. I'm a straight male, but I always wanted to have breasts of my own and fill the bra cups with my own flesh. I eventually did, reaching a 34C cup and realizing that not only were wearing bras natural, they were very comfortable, and I loved the support they provided. I would amass a small collection of push-up and soft cup full coverage bras. I also incorporated panties shortly after, with satin string bikinis being my absolute favorite. I always presented as a male with boobs, and I was happy with it. I was single and had a fantasy I wanted to fulfill for quite some time. Little did I know that it would soon happen.
It's been 6 months since I went to this particular restaurant from a large national chain. Every time I went there in the past I would be served by a waitress named Katrina. Her body shape was of one that carried a few extra pounds, but her breasts were absolutely massive. They appeared to be a 38M. I grabbed a couple of bras with me just in case and went to the restaurant late in the evening, about an hour before closing for a late dinner.
As I arrived, Katrina saw me and led me to a table. I would look at the menu and order my dinner. As I told Katrina what I wanted, I couldn't help but stare at those massive breasts of hers. She would simply smile at me as she took down the order. I would give Katrina's massive breasts another good stare when she came back with my food. She went to tend to other matters, and noticed that her nipples were getting hard. Me staring at those breasts must have really aroused Katrina. Shortly after finishing my meal, Katrina would come back with the check which I would promptly pay. Then she said something that blew my mind: "I know that you have been staring and admiring my massive breasts. I've always wanted someone to share my love for breasts and bras."