Go to the pool

The sky was cloudless, the sun was blazing, and the heat was suffocating on this summer afternoon. It was perfect weather for cooling off at the public pool. Or perhaps, for ogling curvy women in the most revealing clothing that society will allow. There were a lot of fun options that this setting could provide for you. Not the least of which was using the slim clothing requirements to show off your own body as well. The bulge in your swim trunks was almost comical, leaving next to nothing to the imagination of any sizequeen hunting for the ultimate monster.

In short, the pool was the perfect place to spread your gene pool.

The moment you arrived, all the eyes were drawn towards you. You were the new stud on the block, for starters, but there was something markedly different about you, and you knew it. Since you were used to having your pick, you scanned the area for someone who screamed "breeding material." And when the bombshell across the pool sprang into your gaze, you knew you had found her.

It appeared you might have just come slightly too late, however. She was already getting out of the pool, going toward her towel. It did give you a nice view of her ass, but she wasn't going to get knocked up from you just looking at her. A blonde guy next to you caught you staring at her, and said dismissively, "Forget about it, dude. I and every other stud has already tried getting to her." You looked back at him inquisitively. Sensing the need for elaboration, he swam closer and continued in a hushed tone, "Becca comes to the pool for the same reason you do: to get a nice view of the junk on display. But she ain't some ordinary sizequeen, man. I dunno if it's because she's got some horse blood in her or whatever, but she flat-out rejects all but the biggest." With a particularly exasperated grunt, he adds, "Shit, I've never met anyone who thought my 16 inches was too small, except for this chick."

It was impossible to verify if he was as large as he claimed due to the water surface's distortion, but you gave this man the benefit of the doubt. Wouldn't hurt to assume the strictest requirements with Becca. You appreciated his advice, and responded playfully, "Thanks for the warning, pal. I guess you can't blame her if she lives in a place like this. The standards have got to be sky-high if the Initiative's bringing in the best of the best."

He shrugged back nonchalantly. "Guess so. I'm not too sore about it though. There's plenty of fish in the ocean. Or pool, I guess." As he gave this last remark, his eyes fixated on another buxom swimmer, as if fate had decided to prove his point. He made his way toward her, leaving you to consider his words. Becca would be a tough catch, but you were not the type to back down from a challenge. However, that challenge would have to wait for another day; the brunette was gone by now, but you were sure she'd be back again. For now, you decided to enjoy your time in the water. All work and no play made John's balls sore.