A big welcome

Cinnamon twirled awhile before stopping and looking straight at Gunnar. Her eyes widened and her face lit up. "Hey there, Mr. Hart!"

Gunnar was both flattered and disoriented. "You know me?"

"You big tease, we ALL know you!" She crouched down. "Wow, you're so BIG now! I saw you on the news, but I had no idea ... mmm!" She reached forward and grabbed his upper sleeve to give his biceps a squeeze. "You're a GIANT, Mr. Hart. Mmm ... " Against her better discretion, she cut to the chase and pulled off her top, to reveal her breasts clad in mere pasties. "I hope I'm still BIG enough for you."

Gunnar was impressed. "You're big enough for ANY man," he told her, and meant it.

"Aw, you're so sweet. We all know what a boob hound you are, but don't you worry. The way this show is set up, each girl is bustier than the last. So first there's little old me, and then there'll be Ginger, who's bigger, and then there'll be Sage, who's even bigger, and then you'll be ready for our headliner, who is ... whoa-ho!"

Gunnar tried to process all this information as Cinnamon suddenly grabbed his shoulders and thrust herself forward, burying his face in her more than ample cleavage. The first thing he noticed was how soft she was -- he expected an enhanced bust to be somewhat rubber-hard, but these were pleasantly pillowy.
She rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed ...