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."
