This story is intended for mature audiences. Every character is over the age of 18. This story is not to be taken serious as it's fun and sex heavy driven. Please enjoy and thanks for your support
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"I must admit. I'm kind of shocked that you wanted to do an interview with me for the blog," said a young man's voice sitting across from the voluptuous top-heavy teen Ariel at the library. She wore a long black wool-blend overcoat that couldn't hide the sloping shape of her 18-year-old humongous boobs.
"Didn't give me much of a choice, Billy. I mean, you are the one taking photographs of my breasts and posting them on a blog without my consent," rebuttal Ariel. "Besides, there's more to me then just outrageously large breasts."
Hearing Ariel speak about her preposterous milk jugs caused a wild stir in Billy's crotch. He was lucky to be wearing a pair of baggy black slacks as he knew his cock would be fully erection by the time this interview was done.
"Well, you have such remarkably immense breasts and it's a shame the rest of the world can't see that like I do every day at school," he bravely admitted while stealing glances at her mammoth heaving chest. "Just seeing your enormous young breasts beneath sweaters and peculiar tee-shirts are very intoxicating alone. I can't image what they look like without the hideous garments."
"Wow," a stunned Ariel replied blushing. "That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my impossibly huge boobs."
"Do you like them? Do they bother you a lot? Do they cause you any back pain?" Billy asked. Seeing his infatuation in the flesh continued to expand the bulge in his slacks.
"I do like them but they get in the way a lot. It's a bitch to paint my toes over them. I have to adjust my seat back in my car so they don't crush into the stirring wheel. I gotta be careful around breakable objects as my huge boobs do have a habit of knocking things over. Running is not an option unless I have lots and lots of support. Buying tops and expensive bras are a whole another story. They do put a strain on my back if I'm standing for long periods of time but I exercise regularly to keep the back pain to a minimum. I love my breasts but they're just monsters and hung really low," she anxiously explained.
Billy observed closely that Ariel's heavy jugs were resting on top of her thighs as she sat across from him. The sight hardens his dick even more.
"You must have a boyfriend right? Some lucky guy that can take care of you and massage your back, shoulders, and feet from lugging those awful heavy breasts around all day long," Billy inquired. He had one hand on his crotch rubbing his hard cock through his jeans as he waited for Ariel's response.
"Actually, I don't have a boyfriend. I've never had a boyfriend. I find that there are two kinds of guys in this world. Guys that love large breasted women and guys that don't. Unfortunately, I seem to only attract immature dumb jocks with a 5th grade education, men old enough to be my grandpa's grandpa, and the incredibly shy guys that can't utter one sentence when they see me for the first time. So you don't look like you're old enough to be my grandpa's dad so either you're a dumb jock or a shy goofball. Which one?" Ariel stated.
"I'm just a guy who admires the beautiful rare things in life and there's no girl, from student to teacher in our high school that comes close to rivaling your beautiful chest size," Billy replied charmingly. "What do you say to an exclusive photo shoot for my blog, your fans?"
"Fans huh? Sure, okay but no nudes," Ariel forewarned.
"Deal," he agreed.
Billy took Ariel back to his compact apartment. It was a bit messy with variety of clothes on the floor and couch and an empty pizza box on the coffee table.
"I rarely get guest unless it's my parent and siblings," Billy explained.
"Wow. 18 and you already have your own apartment," Ariel noted.
"A friend of my dad's owns this apartment complex and is hooking me up with low rent. It's the best I can afford right now. A pizza gig isn't exactly making me millions," he jokingly replied. "Shall we head to my bedroom to get started?"
"Your bedroom?" Ariel questioned.
"It's the only part of my place that isn't a total mess," he replied.
Billy led Ariel into his bedroom. It was kind of plain with a little bed, a computer and desk, and a small flat screen TV bolted on the wall. He picked up his $1000 camera and asked Ariel to take off her overcoat. She did as instructed revealing a men's size flannel shirt. The pressure of covering up Ariel's monster-sized tits put a profound strain on the flannel shirt that small gaps were in between the buttons and they were ready to pop off.
"No real fancy poses. Just turn to the sides for some good side angles. Just getting shots of the main attractions," Billy announced, as he snapped picture after picture after picture of Ariel's gargantuan breasts in every angle he could possible think of. While doing so, his dick was a full mast and in desperate need of tension relief.
"This is so odd," Ariel warily noted. "I'm not a profession model."
"You ever smoke weed?" Billy asked.
"No. Why?"
"Smoking weed usually takes the edge off and calms your nerves," Billy suggested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint. He lit it up and took a few puffs. "Here, try it."
Ariel was hesitant to take the joint but reached out and took it from Billy. She took a puff and began coughing up a storm. Billy chuckled.
"You're a beginner. It'll get easier over time."
About fifteen minutes later into the photo shoot, Ariel had her boots off and was huffing and puffing on the joint as she got more and more loose and comfortable in front of Billy and his camera. Although he wanted her to stand still, the high had Ariel moving her body, specifically her mammoth fun bags in such a lewd and provocative behavior that Billy often openly groped his full hard erection in his baggy slacks from the enchanting spectacle.
"I love the way you move," groaned Billy.
Ariel smiled and batted her brown eyes at Billy. To his unexpected surprise, she started to unbutton the large flannel and let it drop off her shoulders to the floor. Her next top was a waist-length thin white tee-shirt that was a bit flimsy and loose and made her gigantic black brassiere translucent through the fabric. She raised her arms into the air and just fluidly moved her body around, swaying her heavy abundant of oversized flesh around for Billy's viewing pleasant.
Billy let out a long groan as he continued snapping pictures. His cock was painfully hard in his slacks. He has never been so aroused in his life until 18 year old Ariel and her J cup monstrosities came bouncing and swaying into the picture. Billy had only seen tits up to this point close to Ariel's size on the Internet. He wanted so badly to whip his throbbing dick out and bust a massive load but he didn't want to ruin this exceptional moment.
"You have the most excellent pair of tits ever," Billy complimented and moaned. "Can you make them bounce for me if it's not too much trouble?" Billy switched his camera from taking pictures to recording video.
Ariel smiled and nodded. She began hopping up and down on her feet trying to get a good bounce but only managed to get a long flop due to the sheer scale and bulk of her tits. It was still good enough to make Billy release an excessive amount of pre-cum in his boxers.
"Damn things are so heavy, can't really get a good bounce," Ariel said sadly.
"It would work better without the bra?" Billy boldly suggested.
"You're not slick, mister. No nudity," Ariel softly giggled. "But I can do this."
Ariel reached behind her back beneath her tee-shirt and unhooked the multiple snaps to her bra. Once every hook was undone, she moved her hands to the front and under her tee-shirt and pulled out her new 30J cup brassiere. Billy stared in awe at the enormous black cups to the vast sturdy contraption. Ariel tossed it right at Billy and the cup landed perfectly over his face.
"Oh god," moaned Billy as he inhaled Ariel's sweet fragrance from within the giant brassiere cup.
"Alright, let's try this again, shall we?" Ariel announced.
Billy removed the bra from his face and nearly exploded a massive load in his slacks. His eyes bugged out at the sight of Ariel hopping up and down on her feet causing heavy movements under her thin tee-shirt. Her colossal teen bell slappers were flopping and leaping forward in a sturdy obscene manner. They reached high enough to hit her chin and gravity immediately brought them crashing back down against her ribs and abdomen. It was a miracle she didn't knock herself unconscious. Billy heard the hard thudding and slapping sounds of flesh on flesh. His head was spinning and the inside of his body was going nuts. It was such an astonishing yet lewd scene that left Billy in a trance.
"Hey Billy, I'm going to stop hopping. Just a few seconds of this has me out of breath and underneath my boobs sweating really badly," stated Ariel panting heavy. She ceased hopping and started jogging in place. Her fat pendulous melons were shuddering and heavy flopping underneath her thin tee-shirt.
Billy woke up from his trance and resumed video recording Ariel's wanton movements. He was getting his first real look at her unshackled breasts as they hung enormously like teardrops and sloped out from underneath her tee-shirt like circular spheres. He noticed little indentations where her small nipples were crowned at the center of her humongous bobbing tits.
