Valentina - Public Transport I

The transit pod zipped along the neon-lit skyline of Mammopolis, packed as usual with commuters. The pod was cramped, no personal space, just bodies pressed together, but nobody minded. Privacy wasn’t a thing here. Not in this city. Not ever.

Sitting near the back, a young woman in her early twenties fiddled with her wristband, checking the time. Her name was Valentina and her college uniform, a tight white blouse, barely contained her massive chest. Her breasts were the size of watermelons, heaving out of her unbuttoned top, leaving little to the imagination. It was nothing out of the ordinary in Mammopolis—women with **** curves were everywhere. But hers were something else. Macromastia didn’t even begin to describe it.

Across from her, a middle-aged man, somewhere in his forties, kept glancing at her. Not out of nervousness or shame. No one felt that in this world. He was just figuring out his approach, as if he was deciding whether to ask her for directions or a cigarette.

“Hey,” he finally said, leaning forward, eyes glued to her chest. “You free for a titfuck before my stop?”

Valentina looked up, not even surprised. She glanced at her wristband, checking the time. “Depends. How long do you have?”

“Ten minutes, give or take.”

“Ten’s plenty.” She stood up, adjusting her skirt, her breasts wobbling heavily as she moved. “But just so you know, I’ve got class soon, so let’s keep it quick.”

He smirked, getting up and finding a spot near the pod doors. "Quick works for me. Damn, those tits are bigger than I thought." He eyed her breasts, genuinely impressed. "What are those? Triple Z?"

She chuckled, unbuttoning her blouse even more, letting her massive breasts spill out. "Close. I lost track a few sizes ago. Big enough for what you need, though."

"Fuck yeah, they are." He grinned as she pressed her tits together, positioning them just right. "Shit, I could lose myself in those."

As he undid his pants, she raised an eyebrow at what popped out. “Well, hello there,” she teased. “Didn’t expect you to be packing that kind of meat.”

He smirked, a little proud of himself. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

She started working him between her tits, pushing them together as his cock slid through the deep, slick valley of her chest. Her movements were smooth and practiced, like this was just another Tuesday. The pod jolted slightly, and her breasts bounced in rhythm, making the whole thing even better.

A couple of nearby passengers turned their heads, one guy openly masturbating as he watched. “Hell yeah,” the guy muttered, stroking himself faster. “Look at those fucking tits go.”

Another man, sitting a few seats down, nudged his friend. “I had her yesterday,” he said, grinning. “She’s fucking amazing. Real pro with those tits.”

The man between her breasts shot a glance over at him, chuckling. “You’re a lucky bastard. I should’ve asked sooner.”

Valentina didn’t break her rhythm, still working him with her tits, her grip firm and steady. “Yeah, I’m busy a lot,” she said casually, as if they were discussing the weather. “Especially around this time of day. But hey, when you’ve got tits like mine, you get used to it.”

“Do you get this kinda request all the time?” he asked, his breathing getting heavier, his cock twitching between her tits.

“Pretty much,” she replied with a shrug. “Sometimes I’ll get a blowjob request. Other times, someone just wants to jerk off on my tits. But you? You’re an easy one. I’ve had even bigger cocks before.”

“Bigger?” He laughed, half impressed, half surprised. “No way. You’re shitting me.”

She smirked, giving him a quick squeeze. “Trust me. You’re big, but I’ve had guys where I needed both hands and my tits to get the job done.”

“Fuck, you’re something else,” he groaned, picking up the pace. His cock slid faster between her breasts, the friction making him lose himself a little.

A woman across the aisle, leaning against the window, rolled her eyes but watched intently, her hand slipping under her skirt. “Can’t go anywhere in this city without seeing a titfuck,” she muttered, half to herself, half to no one in particular. She wasn’t complaining, though. Her fingers were already working between her legs.

The man was getting close, his hands resting on her shoulders as his thrusts became more erratic. “Goddamn, you’re good at this.”

She just grinned, pressing her breasts tighter together. “Like I said, practice makes perfect.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” His voice trailed off as he came, thick spurts of cum shooting across her chest, dribbling down between her tits. He groaned, his body shuddering as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

She let him finish, then wiped her chest with the back of her hand, unbothered by the mess. “Better?”

“Hell yeah,” he panted, zipping up his pants. “Thanks. That was perfect.”

Another guy from across the pod leaned over, grinning. “You got her all warmed up for me,” he said, already undoing his own belt.

The man laughed, giving him a playful shove as he stepped out. “Good luck, man. She’s a pro.”

She shook her head, adjusting her blouse, but didn’t bother buttoning it up all the way. “You guys are gonna make me late for class.”

“Eh, what’s one more titfuck gonna hurt?” the second guy said with a grin, already pulling his cock out.

Valentina sighed, but smiled as she slid back into position. “Fine. But you better make it quick. I’ve got shit to do.”

As the transit pod sped on, more and more people turned their heads, some watching, others stroking themselves, a couple even pulling out their phones to snap a few pics. Just another day in Mammopolis.