"You're looking right at them! Do you realize that?"

Blossom had not realized it at all. She'd just been introduced to her new college roommate... and apparently, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off her new roommate's enormous tits.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be embarrassed," laughed the big girl. "I'm used to it. I've had these things since I was ten."

"Ten?" marveled Blossom, the scrawnier girl. Blossom had a bright open face, with sandy hair and a few freckles. She probably would never be called pretty, but she might get away with cute. But she'd never developed the lush curves so many girls seem to get at puberty. Blossom wouldn't even qualify as small-breasted. She'd be called no-breasted.

That was why the sight of her sinfully overdeveloped roommate fascinated her so. This girl had curves in places other girls didn't even have places. She had gorgeously rounded hips, a defiant jutting ass, and two of the largest, most hard-nippled, and incredibly gravity-defying breasts Blossom had ever seen in her life. And at five feet, nine inches — practically fashion-model height, although Blossom had never seen a fashion model with hooters like these — this girl towered over tiny, barely-five-foot Blossom. The freshman was more than a little intimidated. This long-haired blonde was sexy by anyone's standards... but those huge breasts put her into a whole 'nother category of sensuality.

"There's just one thing I want to know," whispered the blonde. "Do you... like girls instead of boys?"

"Oh! No," said Blossom, blushing. "I mean, I like boys. But... boys don't seem to like me," she said, her eyes lowering to her flat chest.

"I can see that, sweetheart," said the blonde, not unkindly. "My name's Titania, and I can change things for you in that department."

"You can?" marveled Blossom, her eyes widening.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "And if we're going to room together, I think I should. I can make your titties grow. There's a secret. A secret formula, you might say. I just need some cooperation from you."

"I'd do anything, Tita ... Titan ... how do you say your name again?" asked Blossom.

Titania giggled, setting those mounds in motion. "It's Ti-tah-nyah. From Greek mythology, I guess. Or maybe Shakespeare. I'm not sure. My mother used to tell me that Titania was queen of the fairies." The big blonde started touching the slim girl's shoulders and arms... taking inventory, it seemed. "She hoped that the kids would end up calling me Tonya. Didn't happen that way."

"What do they call you?" asked Blossom, a little uncomfortable with the way her roommate was poking and prodding her body.

"Since these showed up," said the blonde, hoisting her treasures, "everyone but my mother and teachers has called me Titty."

"Titty!" said Blossom, unbelieving. "They do not! Do they?"

"Yep," said Titty, cupping what there was of Blossom's boobies. "And when I get through with you, they'll call you something like it, too!"

Blossom shook her head. She couldn't quite believe that one. "Tell me what I have to do," she asked.

"To learn about the secret formula? Anything I tell you to," said Titty. "Right now, get me a beer."

"Oh! Okay," said Blossom, walking over to the full-sized refrigerator Titania had in their room. "I thought you were only allowed one of those small fridges."

Titty reclined on her single bed and grabbed a magazine. "School administrators can be persuaded to bend the rules," she said, pulling at her hardening nipples.

Blossom looked down at the linoleum floor. "What's with the line painted on the floor in front of the fridge?"

"Oh! I had that put there," said Titty, smiling. "That's where I have to stand if I open the fridge myself. Any closer and I get clobbered in the titty!"

Blossom marveled at the distance. She opened the fridge and got her friend a can of Foster's Lager. The blonde held the cold can to her chest to watch her nipples harden through the T-shirt fabric.

"Thank you," she said to the freshman.

"You're welcome, Miss Titania," said Blossom shyly.

"We're going to get along just fine," said Titty, rubbing the can of beer all over the considerable surface area of her boobs. "I can tell." Titania's nipples flared most alarmingly, and her brow was covered with sweat. "Wipe me off, baby," she ordered.

Blossom scurried to get a tissue and dabbed her roommate's brow. "You catch on quick," smiled the big blonde. "You sure you've never done this before?"

"Never, Miss Titania," said Blossom. "But if you can really let me in on the secret to big boobies, why, I'll do anything you say."

Titania grinned. "Good, good," she clucked. There was a knock on the dorm room door. "Get that, little Blossom, will you?" said Titania — not as a request, but another order. The flatter girl ran to open the door.

"Uh — is Titty here?"

An overgrown young man with a brush haircut and wearing a football jersey stood before Blossom.

"Jack! Come in," cried Titania, rising from her bed. "Jack, this is my new roommate, Blossom. Blossom, this is Jack. One of my boyfriends."

"One?" said Jack, as he lumbered into the room.

"Oh, Jack, you know I've got too much titty for any one man," said Titania, playfully swinging her boobs back and forth, grazing his chest and stomach.

Jack reached for the hem of Titania's T-shirt. Titty chuckled... a sound at once low, throaty, and sensual. "Mmmmm... Blossom darling. Go get us some Chinese food, will you dear? And take your time." She had to take Jack's hands away from the shirt as Blossom slipped out of the room, embarrassed.

The minute Blossom closed the door behind her, Jack had Titty's shirt around her neck and was slobbering all over her lush boobs. "Nice girl, don't you think?" she asked, referring to little Blossom.

"Huh?" said Jack, momentarily letting a big nipple drop from his mouth. "Didn't notice. She didn't have no tits." He went back to putting her protuberances in a liplock.

"Too bad, isn't it?" sighed Titty. "We can do something about that, you and I..."

Jack didn't even hear. He began to nip at her nipples gently... then he opened his mouth wider, as if to take a bite.

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Blossom walked to the Chinese takeout near campus. She was a little taken aback at what she had seen. Titty... can she really be called that? Titty certainly had the biggest chest and the healthiest attitude toward her sexuality Blossom had ever seen. Could Blossom herself really ever be like that? That's what her roommate seemed to have promised.

Blossom held the bag of boneless ribs and Peking ravioli away from her shirt, surveying her own chest as she walked back to the dorm. Oh, it was impossible, she thought. These little buds would never become the mighty mounds that the walking Dairy State she called her roommate had! How? The whole idea was absurd. Blossom wore a triple A cup bra. When a D or E is tripled, it means "really big". Conversely, a triple A meant "really small".

But Titania had mentioned a secret formula. Maybe it's some kind of chemical discovery, thought Blossom. Or something to do with hormones or genetics.

She peered at her lack of bosom once more. Whatever it is, it would be worth the trouble, she thought!

Happily, she skipped back to the residence hall, MSG and all.

She opened the door to her room to see her roommate still in bed, with her tremendous boobs hanging over the bedspread. She was tossing Jack's jeans at him and pointing him toward the door.

"Thanks, Jack!" she said, licking her fingers. "I got what I need from you for now. See you later!"

Jack struggled to get his still-hard cock back into his jeans. Blossom averted her eyes. "But Titty, all we did was — "

"Goodbye," said Titty, turning over and pulling the covers closer to her scrumptious body.

"But — the food's here!" said Jack, with disappointment in his voice. Blossom hid her face.

Titania sat up straight, uncovering her bouncing tits once again. "Oh, all right, one more taste," she said with amusement. "Little Blossom — offer my titties to our guest once more."

"Me?" she squeaked as she set the takeout containers on the desk. "Um...okay." Blossom walked to the bed and crawled behind her imposing roommate.

"Right, reach around," encouraged the big blonde. Blossom cupped them from beneath and lifted. She was stunned at the sheer weight of Titty's bosom. "Now, be polite to our guest," cooed Titania.

"Have another lick of Titty's nipples," said Blossom. "Grab a feel!"

Jack grunted in amusement and horniness. He licked each nipple and grabbed a firm feel of each boob with his strong hands. Involuntarily, he waved his crotch around, humping into the air. He was turned on.

"Save it 'til next time," said Titania. "Goodbye!"

Jack slipped his football jersey back on and slunk out the door.

"Good job, little Blossom," whispered Titty. "I think you know exactly what I expect. I'm proud of you. You sure you don't want a little taste yourself?" she asked, holding her boobs up. The blonde reached out her tongue and poked at her own nipple as she spoke.

"No," said Blossom, pushing herself off her roommate's bed and standing in front of her again. "But can you share some of the secret yet? I'm keeping my part of the bargain."

"Oh! The secret. Of course," said the blonde, stepping out of bed and slipping into a pair of red pumps. The sight of her full-length naked body made Blossom gasp. "It's in the fridge," she said, her prizes bouncing with every step. "Must mind the line!" said Titty, pointing at the line painted on the floor. She placed herself in safe territory in front of the refrigerator and opened the door. "Right here," she purred, pulling out a Tupperware container.

"What's that?" asked Blossom.

"The formula," said Titty, breathlessly. "Take off your shirt. And your bra, if you have one on."

Blossom shucked off her blouse and undid her puny bra. She wondered if her powerful roommate would make a scornful comment about the insignificant size of her foundation garment. Blossom avoided Titty's gaze. "Don't be embarrassed, baby. We all have to start somewhere," laughed Titty as she removed the top from the container. "Sit up straight."

Blossom stiffened and looked her roommate in the eye. "It won't hurt, will it?"

"Not at all," reassured the big blonde. "Here — hold still." Titania scooped some kind of sticky cold cream into her hand and began spreading it all over Blossom's cute little nipples.

"Oooh! It's freezing," shivered Blossom.

"Oh, well, it's only hot when it comes out of the — that is to say, the minute it — I mean — it's only hot when it's really fresh," said Titania.

"Really?" said Blossom, puzzled. "And it gets cold right away?"

"Yes, it does," said Titty, thinking about it for the first time as she spread the goo all over her roomie's chest.

Blossom scrunched up her face as she thought it over. "What is it?" asked Blossom, reasonably.

"Which syllable didn't you understand?" teased Titty. "'Se' or 'cret'? It's a secret formula, silly!" she said, rubbing it into Blossom's surprisingly prominent nipples.

"It does feel nice, Miss Titania," agreed Blossom. "Kind of a funny smell, though."

"I knew you'd love it," chuckled Titty as she swirled the substance all over Blossom's chest. "And you get used to the smell. There! Your first application. Let 'em dry, and we'll get you some more just as soon as we can." Titania walked to her closet to get some shorts and a top, bending over and shoving her rounded ass into her roommate's face.

"Where are you going?" Blossom wanted to know.

"I'm going to see Kevin," said Titty, forcing her boobs into a too-small sleeveless T. "He's on the basketball team. Sweetie, if you ever find yourself talking to a man who wears a size 22 shoe, get him into bed, will you? I promise — and I speak from experience — everything else will be proportional. See ya later!" Titania wiggled away.

Blossom lay down on her bed, staring at her chest. Could this secret formula work? And if it did — how soon?

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The next morning, Blossom dragged herself out of her bed. She hadn't slept well. It wasn't going to be easy, sharing a bedroom with Titania. For one thing, as an only child, Blossom had never shared a room. For another, there was a certain noise factor when your roommate regards masturbation as an involuntary reflex.

"'Morning, my little Blossom!" called Titania from her bed.

"Mmm. 'Morning," mumbled the freshman.

"What's the matter? Didn't get any sleep?" asked Titty, already letting her fingers dance between her legs.

"Who were you fucking last night, in your dreams? An Army regimen?" said Blossom in a sleep-deprived fog. She started pulling on a powder blue T-shirt.

"Oh! That," giggled Titania. "I dream vividly. You're going to have to get used to that," she said, her breath now coming in short gasps. Blossom recognized the sounds from the night before. Her roommate would be having her first orgasm of the day any moment.

Blossom stopped and looked down. "Hey. Hey, hey, Titty. I mean, Miss Titania," she said.

"Mmm?" responded Titty, unable to form words for the time being.

"Look. Look at my chest!" Blossom gestured in excitement. Where there had been nothing, there now were two modest swells. Nothing much, but compared to the night before...! Blossom could hardly contain her joy.

"It's starting!" said Titty. "Hurry, go to the fridge and get out the container again. I — uh — had it refilled last night."

Blossom obeyed, and handed the Tupperware to her roommate just as Titania exploded in a noisy climax. Titania reached for it with the same hand that had just been stimulating her private areas. Blossom's eyes widened at the moistness and scent of her roommate's intimate juices.

"Here," said Titty, sitting up and thrusting forward her immense chest. "Take that shirt off. Quick!"

Blossom did, and writhed as her roommate covered those two new nubs with the chilling cream.

"In just a few days, baby, you're going to turn some tit-men's heads!" said Titania. Blossom nodded dumbly. She was starting to believe it.

Titania rubbed and rubbed until Blossom's buds absorbed all of the cold sticky cream. "Now! Get dressed, and get a handful of towels. I need you to follow me to class," she ordered as she stepped into a short skirt.

"Yes, ma'am," said Blossom, happily. "But what for?"

"I'm planning to be very horny today," explained Titania as she chose a tight top. "Showing off my sexy ass and bouncing tits to every man on campus. So what I need you for is this. Every now and then I'm going to lift my skirt and have you mop me up down there." Titty flashed her dripping pussy by way of demonstration. "Ready?"

"Ready! Oh, thank you, Miss Titania," gushed Blossom.

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"Goddamit, Titty!" cried the bulky athlete. "I'm ready to come!"

"Jesus, Jack, can't you hold out a little longer?" scolded the enormous-breasted blonde, as she tingled his cock head with her tongue. "Gimme a second," she pleaded, as she reached for her Tupperware container. "Okay, go ahead."

Jack exhaled dramatically as his thick gooey cream tumbled from the head of his cock into Titania's leftovers container. "Mmm, you're filling it nicely!" she said with a bright smile.

Jack grunted to indicate he was empty. He collapsed on the single bed. "Shit, Titty," he complained. "For days now, that's all you're willing to do. I don't get to fuck you, I don't get to put it between your tits...! What's goin' on?"

The spectacular blonde bounced around the room, putting the fruits of her labor into the refrigerator. "What do you care, as long as you get off?" she asked.

Jack was starting to think she had a point when he felt his jeans come crashing against his head. "Okay, move along," barked Titty. "You were great — now go away."

"Hell of a way to treat a lover," mumbled Jack as he clamored into his jeans.

"Don't flatter yourself," said Titania, stretching out on her bed once more. The sight of those gorgeous globes almost made Jack forget that she was treating him like shit. "Goodbye!" she chirped. Jack slunk out of the dorm room. Titty began pulling on a nipple with one hand and digging into the depths of her vagina with the other — thinking about giving her roommate her next dose of the 'secret formula'.

She didn't even move to cover herself when she heard the door open. Shy Blossom gasped. "Oh! I'm sorry," she apologized. "Do you want me to leave? Or — or — close the door?"

"I don't give a fuck," laughed Titty. "Come on in. I got more formula for you. Can you get it from the fridge? My hands are busy."

"I can see that," said Blossom, walking over to the refrigerator. She eyed the line painted on the floor. "You know, Miss Titania, I'm really grateful that you're sharing the secret formula with me — and I think they're growing nicely," Blossom said, taking a deep breath and shoving her chest forward. "But do you think they'll ever reach the point that I'll need to stand behind the line on the floor, just like you do?"

"I wouldn't be at all surprised," said the wanton roommate. "You put it on this time," she advised. "I'll watch."

"Okay," agreed Blossom, shucking off her shirt. "I'm still not used to the smell!" she giggled.

"No? I love it," moaned Titty.

"Hmmm-it's not as cold as it usually is," noticed Blossom as she rubbed the formula into her breasts.

"That's 'cause it's fresh!" cried Titty.

"There! All rubbed in," said Blossom. "It's still too sticky to put my shirt back on."

"That means it hasn't been absorbed by the skin," said Titania, jumping out of bed. "Rub some more. Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, rubbing her roommate's breasts herself.

"Yes," agreed the mousy brunette.

"Well! Gotta go!" said Titty, bouncing to the closet and pulling back on her short skirt and tight top. "I'm fucking fraternities tonight. See ya!"

"Uhhhhhh," said Blossom, her eyes closed. She was lost in the pleasurable sensations of rubbing her own breasts. She didn't even notice that Titania had left. Blossom had just started wriggling out of her jeans and panties when she heard the door open again. "Forget something?" she asked.

"Forget, hell!" said a male voice. "I need fucking!"

Blossom jumped and blinked her eyes open. It wasn't her roommate at all. There in front of her stood Jack, Titania's football-playing boyfriend. And he was tearing off his clothes with an urgency Blossom had never seen before in her life.

"Oh! Jack!" squealed Blossom. "I didn't know it was you!"

"How do you know my name?" asked the athlete, now stroking his cock as he salivated over Blossom's budding breasts.

"Jack, we've met many times," puzzled the brunette. "I'm Blossom, Titania's roommate."

"You can't be," insisted Jack. "I'm not much good at names or faces, but I never forget a pair of tits. And I ain't never seen those before."

Blossom blushed. "No, I guess you haven't," she agreed. "Do you like them?"

"They're not realllly big enough — but they're not bad," he said, moving in for a closer look. "Damn, girl. Can I fuck 'em?"

"Can you what?" asked Blossom.

"Fuck 'em," repeated Jack. "You know, put my thing in between 'em and rubby dub dub."

"I've never heard of that," said Blossom.

"No? It's fun," said Jack, climbing into the single bed next to her. "Titty ain't lettin' me do it to her, so how 'bout if I do it to you?"

"She's not letting you... do that?" said Blossom, amazed.

"No," moaned Jack, "and she won't let me fuck her cunt, either! She just makes me get off into some container that she puts in the fridge."
Blossom's eyes flashed. Is that what the secret formula was?

"Really?" she asked, reaching for Jack's tool sympathetically.

"Really," whined Jack. "Hey, if you let me fuck your tits, know what? It'll make 'em grow."

"No way," said Blossom, massaging his member.

"It will," said Jack, starting to like this smaller-breasted girl. "You don't think Titty was always this big? She has everybody come on her tits, and that makes 'em grow. Something to do with protein or fat cells. I forget. But, do you wanna? Do you wanna?"

"Yes!" said Blossom, enthusiastically. "How do we do it?"

"Well, what do you usually do in a tit-fuck?" said Jack, standing up. "Oh. I forgot. You never had one before. Here — hold 'em out. You sit. I'll stand on something so my cock is tit level. Hold them up and wrap them around. Yeah.... yeah! Now, move 'em back and forth. That's nice."

"I love looking at it," she admitted.

"You should! All girls do," said Jack. "Keep going until I come all over 'em. Then you rub it in. It's a chemical reaction."

"Okay," said Blossom, agreeably.

"Here I go," said Jack, and he did. It was all over. His fluid soaked her chest. "Ahhhh!" he sighed and collapsed onto the bed. "Now you rub that in. Keep it up, and they'll get bigger and bigger."

"They really will?" said Blossom, thinking about what had been in that Tupperware container in the fridge.

"Oh, yeah," said Jack. "But you need a lot of the stuff. More than I can put out. You gotta have every man you know come on those babies," he continued, still stroking his cock. He was getting ready to give her another creaming. "Forget cunt-fucking! It's a waste of come! You need every drop to get big titties like Titty's. Hang out outside of public men's rooms, if you have to. Tell every man going in to take a leak that he can come on your tits if he wants to. I bet nobody turns you down."

"I'll keep that in mind," she teased. "You look like you're ready to help me make them grow again!"

"I am!" said Jack. "This time, lie down and bunch 'em up. I'll straddle your chest and stick it in between!"

"I'm ready," said Blossom, preparing herself for another soaking.

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Titty was getting a little pissed off. Just when she'd gotten her roommate Blossom trained... she disappeared. Blossom hadn't been around for a couple of days, and Titania really missed her little hero-worshiping friend. No one to bring her a beer, no one to mop up excess pussy juice, no one to hold up Titty's prodigious breasts for the benefit of gentleman callers!

The hell with it, she thought to herself as she tossed a magazine aside. If Blossom was going to be that ungrateful, Titania wasn't going to go out of her way to keep her supplied with the secret formula! Titty decided to call Jack up and have him come over and cover Titty's tits with come!

"Hello, is Jack there?" she demanded when his roommate answered the phone. "He's not? What? No, no message. Shit. G'bye."

Sadly, she hung up the phone and stared out of the dorm room window.

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"Wow, Blossom, you look awesome!" said Jack, opening the door to his apartment and welcoming the freshman in.

Blossom swayed from side to side, showing off her new big tits. She knew that their sudden and spectacular growth were because she'd been receiving the secret formula from two different sources — Titty's Tupperware and directly from Jack's dick. "Thanks, Jack," she blushed. "They're starting to call me Busty Blossom, you know."

"I know! All the guys on the team are asking about you," explained Jack.

"They are?" said Blossom, the blush spreading from her cheek to her cleavage. "That's sweet. But you know — I'm not big enough yet."

"What do you mean?" asked Jack.

"I wanna be bigger than Titty," said Busty Blossom, her eyelids narrowing in determination.

Jack smiled.

"Blossom, did you ever go out for wrestling?" he asked.

Blossom blinked. "What?"

"Of course you didn't," stammered Jack. "Dumb thing to say. But me and most of the guys on the football team did, when we were in high school. And we did something called 'making weight'. Know what that is?"

"No," said Blossom.

"They have weight classes in wrestling, and we all wanted to compete in Heavyweight," explained the football player. "So, a few days before we weighed in for the season, we ate like horses to get our weight up. 'Making weight'."

"Okay," said Blossom. "But what's it got to do with me?"

Jack reached out both his hands to caress Blossom's boobs. "I'm calling up the team to come over right now," he said. "We're gonna help you 'make weight'!"

Blossom giggled, setting her tits bouncing in and out of Jack's hands.

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"Okay, okay, guys, settle down, settle down."

"Settle down, Jack? How the fuck can we settle down when your girlfriend's tits are keepin' us up?"

"Oh, I get it. Ha! Good one, Lamont. Listen! You all know we're here to help Busty Blossom 'make weight'. And since comin' on tits makes 'em grow, Blossom wants as much come as possible on her tits today! So line up!"

"I want my dick between those big babies!"

"I'm gonna shoot my goo all over her boobs!"

"Jack, let me go first. I'll slap her titties with my hard-on!"

"Everyone will get a turn, I promise. Let's start with three at a time. Wayne, put your peter in between Blossom's tits. Get ready to titfuck. Delbert, aim yours at the right tit and just jerk. Jackson, you aim at the left. Same deal. Try and come right onto those dark, pebbly nipples. After you do, step aside and let the next guys take their turns. Awright? — go!"

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Titania looked around the dorm room. Again, no sign of Blossom. That was several days Titty hadn't seen her roommate. What could she be up to, she wondered. Looking more closely, she noticed that some of Blossom's things were lying on the floor in front of the closet. So she'd been there. But she wasn't there now.

Sighing, Titania decided to grab a beer from the fridge. She carefully placed herself behind the line painted on the floor, and reached for the door.

She couldn't reach it.

The door handle was just beyond her reach. That's odd, thought Titania. Did the fridge move? Did her arms get shorter?

Had someone painted the line on the floor in a different place?

And if so — why?

Titty heard the dorm room door open behind her. "Need some help, roomie?" Titania recognized Blossom's voice.

"Yes," said Titty, without turning around. "I can't seem to reach this for some reason."

"Allow me," said Blossom, pushing her aside.

The door glided open — just barely missing Blossom's now enormous right tit. A rush of cold air tumbled out of the icebox, making Blossom gasp. She held in her breath as the cold air made her already impressive nipples harden and lengthen. The weave of the threadbare men's T-shirt Blossom was wearing became even more transparent as her nips reached forward through the fabric, and the ruby-red area around them grew even more nubbly and obvious. As Blossom closed the door, it caught her right nipple and almost pulled it along with it. Titania knew that the door had missed her when it opened. Her nipples had become so long, hard and prominent that the door caught them on the way back! Titania couldn't take her eyes off Blossom's boobs. Blossom smiled — not in triumph... simply enjoying the moment. Blossom handed Titty her ice-cold can of Foster's Lager. For the first time, Titania looked her roommate over from head to foot. She'd traded in her sneakers permanently for red fuck-me pumps, and she stood with one foot in front of the other, to display her amazing body to its best advantage. She wore cut-off denim jeans that fit so tightly Blossom hadn't bothered to fasten them at the waist, undoubtedly knowing they'd be pulled off by a willing male at any moment. The pockets of the jeans peeked out from beneath them where they'd been cut, interrupting Blossom's willing display of her creamy thighs and rounded ass. And she'd chosen a man's T-shirt to focus as much attention as possible on her bosom — now without question the biggest... bounciest... sexiest pair of tits on campus. Probably in town. Titty thought the T-shirt looked familiar. Was it one of Jack's? Blossom's outsize boobs on her cuddly five-foot-nothing form were a sight to behold. Her face and hair still suggested angelic innocence... but her big-titted body had other suggestions in mind. Filthy ones!

"Hello, Titty," said Blossom, finally.

Titty struggled to find her voice. "Blossom! Oh — oh — oh, my God."

Blossom chuckled and blushed. "Sorry, hon. I repainted the line. You'll probably have to have that done again, now that I'm moving out."

Titania barely heard what her pneumatic roommate was saying. "My God, your titties, they — I mean, how — and so — in such a short...!" Titania seemed to have trouble forming a sentence.

"Oh, it's very simple, really," boasted Blossom. "It just shows what a girl can accomplish if she really puts her mind to it."

"God, it's amazing," marveled Titania. "If I didn't know better, I'd say those were bigger than mine!"

Blossom smiled. "Who says you know better? Patty." Blossom spoke to a mousy girl with a slim build that Titty hadn't even noticed was in the room. "Patty, talking with Titty is arousing me. Would you mind...?" Blossom eased her shorts down over her curvy hips and revealed her lack of concern for underwear. The girl she had called Patty stepped forward with a towel and dabbed the excess moisture.

Titty smiled. "We haven't met. I'm Titania. They call me Titty."

The new girl spoke in a tiny voice. "I'm Patty."

"Patty! Tell my friend Titty what they call you," scolded Blossom.

Patty hung her head. "I'm Patty. They call me Flatty Patty."

"Don't worry about that," beamed Blossom. "I'm planning to share the secret with my new roommate here. If she's good."

"Oh, I will be good, Miss Busty Blossom," said Patty, the words coming in a rush.

Titty looked at Blossom. "So you're moving out?"

Blossom nodded. "'Fraid so. Thanks, Titty. Thanks for all you've done. And when I see Jack next, I'll thank him, too. Come along, Patty."

The younger girl scampered to follow.

"Wait a minute," said Blossom, as she nearly reached the door. "Titty! Why don't you take Patty?"

"Seriously?" asked the blonde.

"Yeah! Take her to your bosom. Show her what you know," said Blossom. "You did it so well with me."

"Are you sure?" asked Titty.

"Sure! I'll find another," said Blossom. "Patty, stay with Titty. And ask her about the Tupperware."

"Tupperware?"

"Never mind," clucked Blossom. "Take care, both of you." And she was gone.

Titania looked her new roommate up and down. She saw where Patty's eyes were lingering!

"You're looking right at them! Do you realize that?" she said.

"No! I wasn't," Patty tried to protest, but Titania cut her off.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be embarrassed," laughed the big girl. "I'm used to it. I've had these things since I was ten."

"Ten?" said Patty, incredulous.