Miss James Bigtits

Bigtits woke up breastily. She looked around, her boobs jiggling with every movement. There were men around. Bigtits shook her tatas at the men out of reflex while she finished taking in the scene. It looked like she and her breasts were in a bar, rented out for a private party. Oh good, Bigtits must be the entertainment. She loved breasting boobily at hot guys, which is to say all guys.

She and her jugs stood up. "Who wants to watch me dance?" She asked the crowd, to cheers and catcalls. She grabbed her funbags, holding one in each hand, and started to sway her hips as she shook her knockers. She loved it when men leered at her melons. She started to sing, "I'm Bigtits, and my boobs are huge. I don't need to think, and I'm always in the mood. Watch me shake, watch me shudder, watch me dance and milk my udders." As she said the last line, she squeezed her hooters, laughing at the spray of milk that shot out of her crotch.

Bigtits herd a voice behind her. It was a woman, so it wasn't important. "James, awake."

Fuck. James was naked, and someone had given him giant tits. He'd been shaking them for a group of leering men. Fuck. Oh fuck. That wasn't milk. He'd just cum. The men were still staring at him, and all James could do was keep rubbing his boobs. "Stop staring" he yelled, blushing hard. Why won't Amy leave him alone?

"James, Sleep"

James' breasts faded away, along with everything else.