Erik walked down the steps in between the rows of benches in the lecture hall, and picked a seat. The row he chose was about two-thirds of the way up from the front of the hall; far enough up to not have to pay too much attention, yet not so far in the back that it would look like he was trying to not have to pay attention.
A similar process went into selecting the actual seat. Three seats from the edge of the row. Close enough that he could get up and leave with ease if the class proved too boring, but it wouldn't look like that's what he was doing. After several years at university, Erik was an expert at this.
Things had been different in high school. Back when attendance was mandatory, he'd never missed a class. He was far too honest for that. But now, in university, where attendance was not mandatory, he usually only went to a few lectures before he figured out whether actually going to class had any added value over just reading the textbook. Unfortunately, since most university professors are more interested in their research than instructing students, the classes that he did think were worth attending were few and far between.
This, however, was the first lecture of a brand new class in a new semester, so he had to attend it to form an opinion. At least the professor for this class had a reputation of being a good teacher, so he was mildly hopeful. Although, since this class was at ten in the morning on a Monday, he needed a
very
good reason to come here every week.
He looked around at the other students filing into the lecture hall. It was all the usual people that he knew from previous years. A few people greeted him as they walked in, and he smiled back at them. Since he rarely actually went to class, he didn't interact with most of them much outside of assignments that required working together. They were all nice enough, but he wouldn't consider any of them friends. His social life, in as much as he had one at all, was almost entirely outside the university.
He was twenty-six years old, a bit older than most other students here, because he'd taken a few years in between high school and university. He found many of his fellow students a bit immature as a result; another reason why he tended to keep himself apart.
There were a few unfamiliar faces, but not many. Most of the hall was empty; the computer science department at this university was not that big, and even then, not everyone would be taking this advanced class. It meant that he could sit alone, which suited him fine.
It all looked like an average start to an average class, until she walked in. Entering through the double doors in the back, she was hard to miss. Just the fact that she was a girl in a computer science class would've been somewhat remarkable, but that was not the reason why he—and indeed everyone else in the room—was staring at her.
She was very pretty, he noticed. Her slightly angular face was framed by dirty blonde hair that hung down to between her shoulders. Her nose was cute and a bit pointy, and luscious lips curled up in a friendly smile. That same smile was reflected in her deep blue eyes as she looked around the hall curiously. She was tall, with long, slender legs clad in very tight jeans. Dainty feet were revealed by the sandals they were in. He couldn't see her ass, but the rest of her hinted that good things would be waiting for him when she turned around.
She was obviously new here; Erik couldn't remember ever seeing her before. Not in his other classes, or anywhere on campus for that matter. He wasn't that great at remembering faces, but he knew with absolute certainty that they'd never crossed paths before. Not only would he easily remember a face as gorgeous as that one, there was something else that would've burned her into his mind forever. The thing that was the reason why the entire class was staring at her.
Her chest was gigantic.
Now, we're not talking about the kind of boobs you find in Playboy magazine. We're not talking about the kind of boobs you see in a porn movie. Even big tit fetish models would pale in comparison to what he was seeing here.
These were the kind of tits that Erik had no idea were even possible. Stuffed inside of a tube top that—despite obviously being custom-made—was clearly not up to the task were two enormous pale globes of flesh that defied a rational explanation. Even squashed somewhat by her top, they protruded dozens of centimetres from her chest.
He couldn't begin to guess what her cup size was; the alphabet just wasn't long enough. He even struggled to think of a comparison that would work. Watermelons? Way too small. Beach balls? Not even close. Medicine balls, the kind they used for exercising at the gym, were getting closer, if you considered the largest sizes they used. Even then he expected he was underestimating it.
They covered up the entire front of her torso, and stuck out to her sides quite a bit. Soft, creamy flesh bulged out the top of her tube top, showing what seemed like endless cleavage. The leather jacket she was wearing was open, and Erik knew there was no way in hell she could ever close it. It did little to hide anything from view.
Erik, and everyone else in the hall, watched her as she started to walk down the stairs. The way the bulging tits wobbled and bounced with every step made Erik think they had to be real, which was insane. No girl could be that big. It didn't happen. It couldn't happen. Then again, implants were never that big either. The only thing approaching this he'd ever seen was those silly, obviously fake latex prosthetics. This didn't look anything like those either.
She walked with grace and poise, and perfect posture, which shouldn't have been possible at all. If they were real, they should be way too heavy for her to even stand up straight, let alone walk. Yet, she didn't seem to have any problems. She also didn't seem bothered by all the stares she was getting; Erik suspected she was used to them.
This girl was the definition of sexy, Erik thought. If you looked up "smoking hot" in the dictionary, there should be a picture of her. Erik had always liked big breasts; his last girlfriend had been a double D, which he'd loved. He'd never known himself to be into huge breasts, though; certainly, he'd never imagined anything this big. Fake tits didn't appeal to him at all, and natural breasts beyond a certain size were only found on women of a certain size, and that wasn't his thing either.
