Billie Eilish

Always a fan of the goth girl aesthetic, you make a fairly quick selection as your mind focuses on music superstar, Billie Eilish.

Before long, your find your feet firmly planted in an upscale - yet remarkably empty - Los Angeles gym. Across the room on a treadmill, you see a curvy girl with black hair running in a baggy t-shirt and tight brown yoga shorts. Her pale, toned legs on full display along with a round and ample butt. You cross the room slowly, stripping off your sweatpants and shirt as you go. You come up adjacent to the "Bad Guy" singer, and see that she has decided to complete this run on it's highest difficulty - wearing no bra and allowing her famously massive tits to swing for your enjoyment. This universe really was looking out for your best interests.

You watch the bouncing bounty for longer than is probably necessary, pulled in by the display like a fly to a zapper. But eventually your erection becomes too insistent to ignore, and you sidle up next to her on an adjacent treadmill, naked as the day you were born.

"Jesus, fuck!" she yells, taking the AirPods from her ears and slowing the machine to a halt. "You scared the shit out of me! And, fuck, why are you naked?!"

"See, I was gonna ask why you were still wearing clothes at all," you reply. At a standstill, her shirt is so large it billows down to hide her hips and waist like a dress. But - emphasizing their size - the outline of those legendary, heavy milkers was still clearly visible. You can't help yourself at this point and reach out to grab thin through the thin, cotton t-shirt, squeezing tight, and confirming that the pop star is part of the "No Bra Club"

"No, please, go ahead," she says, rolling her eyes, arching her back and thrusting more tit-flesh into your groping hands. You don't need the extra encouragement and continue to squeeze each boob tight, like a stress ball, mouth hanging open like you've gone comatose.