Michelle giggled softly as she waddled toward the other side of the room -- there weren't a lot of people around her, and she desperately wanted to feed her breasts some more. As she walked, she finally realized just how heavy her breasts were becoming: their liquid weight almost dragged her to the floor, despite their incredible perkiness, and she soon found that she had no choice but to saunter up to a nearby table and heave her breasts onto it. She felt a little better, her enormous tits wobbling against the table, as if she were presenting them to nearby patrons. She was so wrapped up in finding somewhere to rest her breasts that she didn't notice the young couple sitting behind the table. She definitely noticed it when they grabbed ahold of her breasts and began to suckle at her nipples, however... not that she would even think of complaining.
Michelle moaned as the couple slurped and licked at her turgid teats, spilling her delicious milk into their mouths. She felt a pang of disappointment when she realized that she couldn't consume them: there were too many people gathering around the table, and she didn't know how they would react if they saw her devour the young couple. Rather than giving in to her desires she scanned the room, pausing every few moments to moan and sigh at the relief and pleasure flooding her brain. Michelle looked around the room for what seemed like ages until her eyes fixed upon a welcome sight: an enormous pair of breasts resting on top of a table across the room.
For a moment, Michelle thought that she had looked in a mirror. However, that thought was quickly pushed out of her head when she realized that the people kneeling in front of the table, sucking on the other woman's nipples, were both men; her own lovers were male and female. Excitement flooded Michelle's mind: she hadn't seen a pair of breasts that big -- well, other than her own -- in the milk bar. An even more exciting thought pushed away the first: her tits would grow to titanic proportions if she consumed the strange woman. Her mind was made up at that moment. She would meet this woman and have her fun. She let the couple suckle for a few more moments, then backed away from the table, popping her nipples out of their hungry mouths. She could feel her milk spurt out of her nipples due to the sudden force; she moaned softly from the pleasure. Michelle felt a little less full -- by no means empty, but somewhat relieved -- as she walked toward the huge-breasted woman.
It took Michelle a little longer to get to the woman's table than she thought, due to the weight of her breasts. When she got there, the men suckling at the woman's breasts caught glimpse of this new woman's body and grinned, letting the nipples drop from their mouths.
"Why'd you stop?" said a voice coming from behind the colossal tits. They were as big as Michelle's, if not slightly bigger. Michelle felt a flash of anticipation; she wanted to lick her lips with desire.
"Sorry to interrupt," Michelle said, her voice light, flirtatious. "But I couldn't help but notice your, umm... assets."
The men backed away from the women, sitting on the floor, their cocks visibly erect. The woman straightened her body a little, revealing more of her than just her breasts.
The woman was beautiful, with green eyes and full, luscious lips. Her hair was dark brown and cropped into a sort of flip, a light pink streak going along one side. As soon as her eyes caught sight of Michelle, she grinned and rested her elbows against the tops of her breasts.
"Well, well, well," she said, leaning forward a little. "Aren't you just... amazing." Her voice was getting huskier, more seductive. Michelle's knees almost gave out at that.
"I could say the same about you," Michelle said, moving forward. She ran a hand along the side of one of the woman's breasts, her hand sinking into the soft flesh. The woman moaned. "Oh, my. Are they sensitive?"
"Very," the woman said, biting her lower lip. "What's your name?"
"I'm Michelle. And you?" She continued to run her hand along the breast.
"Amelia." Michelle's hand stroked the woman's nipple, curling around the hard nub. Amelia moaned. "You really like what you see, huh?"
"Of course. I'm getting bored with these people," Michelle said, gesturing toward the other patrons. "I was wondering if we could go somewhere... private."
Amelia grinned. "I like the sound of that. I was getting tired of these guys, anyway." She stood up, titanic melons jiggling, and began to walk away. "Follow me. They have rooms for... special occasions."
Michelle followed. She watched Amelia's tits jiggle from behind, entranced by the wobbling flesh. She couldn't wait to have this woman to herself.
Soon the women were down a nearby corridor. Rooms lined the hallway; Michelle could hear moans and cries of passion coming from several of the rooms. She smiled. This was going to be fun. Amelia led her into an empty room and closed the door.
The room was scarcely furnished, although a lot of care clearly went into the decorating: it was a lover's retreat, befitted with an enormous bed covered in silk sheets, several dressers lined with candles, and a huge mirror going along one wall.
Amelia led Michelle to the bed. "Now..." she said, running a finger around Michelle's nipple. "Let's get started, shall we?"