A megaboobed blonde teenager

Set surveyed the crowd of big titted, big assed voluptuaries in front of him, his eyes moving from one to the next. Each impossibly seemed hotter than the one before.
He focused on a tall raven-haired beauty, a very buxom woman whose pale skin contrasted with the black leathers and dark furs she wore. His eyes darted to the right to drink in the sight of a cute reddy-brown haired girl who looked barely eighteen, winking at him in her tight white shirt and short pleated skirt. Very tempting, but...
His gaze flicked away a little more to the right and behind the previous girl, dragged by something that was just out of the centre of his vision. He blinked. Bingo.

She was as young as the girl before, but more than a little different. She was a streaky-dirty blonde and, unlike the majority of the women, without makeup, yet very attractive regardless. The lack of makeup on her tanned face only served to highlight her natural youthful sexiness. She was of an average height for her age and with a slender built frame, with shiny bangles on her wrists, a simple silver necklace on her neck, and her lithe body heaving under a body-hugging white two piece, lined on some of the edges with thin grey fur and coloured with threads and ribbony laces of exotic pink and red. These laces served as heavy duty bra straps and support around her torso, which was seperated with a thick pink and grey belt.
Words like 'heaving', 'body-hugging', and 'heavy duty' were no idle descriptions in Set's mind, because there was one solid reason his eyes had wandered over to this girl. Or two solid reasons. Set grinned.

Ballooning out from her top in a manner that could only arouse sheer wonderment, were two veritable mountains of flesh. Bigger than any girl's he'd seen thus far in Amazonia, even Tits', and, when judged against the rest of her measurements, against her insanely slim and sexy build, the most eye-popping pair he'd EVER seen. Someone without a huge breast fetish might have seen her proportions cartoonish, even ridiculous, but if Set had any fetish, it was most assuredly a huge breast one (although he would wonder out loud how anyone could call something so obviously amazing a fetish, and refused to believe there were people out there who didn't value epic tits and vast cleavages).

Set stared, trying to judge her size. Maybe 32K? 32KK? Fuckity duck. It was hard to tell, falling out of the top as they were. There was about over a foot of plunging cleavage, which rose and fell as the smiling girl used two hands on each heavy breast in turn to push them up and out, holding them up to his enraptured gaze.

Zayi noticed his eyes stuck on the girl, and took a breath. "Her name is Shila. I am not surprised you are looking at her, but would you consider making her your Zlutta? Our records from other societies show that people like her are often stared at only because they are regarded freakish. We found one book by a doctor that called this the result of 'virginial breast hypertrophy'. As Amazonians, of course, the results are astounding, but for some hard to... grasp. Perhaps she is too big for you?"
"Alright lady, I'll stop you right there." Set said matter-of-factly, not taking his eyes off Shila rubbing her gigantic tits. "You clearly don't know who you're talking to. Is she too 'big' for me? See miss high-and-mighty, Lion don't even understand the question! And as for considering to make her my Zlutta, do bears shit in the woods? Are all Amazonians busty nymphets with a penchant for sodomy? Do you crave cock?"
Zayi rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes. So you'll take her as your Zlutta then?"
Set finally tore his eyes away from the girl, looked back at Zayi and theatrically sighed.
Zayi smiled a little. "Very well. You have chosen." She stood forward and shouted out to the assembled.
"The Lion Man, as prophesised, will now take his Zlutta and bed her in secrecy. He will return to tell us of his deed and thus fulfill the Prophecy! The Zlutta chosen..." She paused for effect. "... is Shila."
A wave of disappointed moans spread across the crowd, while Shila's mouth dropped open, and she clapped her hands to her mammoth chest in disbelief.