Why fix what ain't broke?

"Oh my..." Chris mouthed, staring at the three enormous tits that now ballooned into of her blouse.

"How're you only noticing these now?" Jessica said, turning away from Chris slightly, "Most guys are only interested because of these."

"What can I say?" Chris replied, his eyes flicking back up to meet hers, "your eyes have been so entrancing, I haven't been able to look elsewhere."

Jessica gave him a playful shove on the arm, and Chris caught sight of her boobs just out of the corner of his eye, wobbling away.

"Oh my god you are so corny," she said. Despite her protests, she had a wide grin and her cheeks were turning red.

They stood in the parking lot for a beat, just letting the cool night air run between them. The sound of crickets and cicadas could be heard all around them, as the full moon hovered above.

"Do you want this night to end?" Chris said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"No, I don't," she smiled at him, "I've had a really wonderful time tonight. And I still owe you a few questions about your 'anomalies'."

"Hah, you don't want to save those for another night?"

"Oh hell no. If I think too long about it I'll never ask you."

She pulled out her phone and began to tap away. A few minutes later, a new uber had arrived. Chris removed the ring, just to be safe, and found that she was taking him back to her place. The two bundled into the car, and not a mere ten minutes later, they'd arrived.

It was by no means a mansion, but damn if it wasn’t a far cry from Chris's apartment. The house had a nice garden out front, and the walls a pastel blue colour palette that was suprisingly well maintained. When they got inside, he found a cozy hallway littered with photos. Pets, family, friends, all mixed together in a sea of memories. Jessica took him to the living room, where she sat him down on the plush sofa while she grabbed some more wine. There was no TV here, so the sofa wrapped around an ornate black fire place in the center of the room.

Jessica sat down, passing him the glass of wine. She'd shucked off the jacket, giving Chris an even more open view of her lovely lady lumps. He grinned, and began to sip.

"So. What's in those pants of yours?"

Chris damn near spat out his wine and Jessica laughed.

"Oooh, he can dish it but he cant take it," Jessica said, her grin widening over her face. God damn she had such white teeth. You'd always wondered how. Did she brush with silver or something?

"Forgive me, just wasn't expecting you to be so eager," Chris said, coughing into his hand, "as for what's in my pants... a wallet, car keys, a picture of my dogs, and some lint."

Jessica rolled her eyes, which was not a bad look for her.

"Well I'll need to see those dog pictures later, but for now," she placed her wine on the coffee table, and leaned over the couch. Her hand rubbed against the inside of Chris's leg, "I want you tell me about this little anomaly."

It was true, Chris had been pitching a tent even in his jeans since they'd gotten into the Uber. However, while he was average, he resented the use of the word little.

"Oh? You think its little do you? Does it feel little to you?"

Chris felt a rush of energy run through his body. It’s like his blood was on fire, but not hurting him. He felt invigorated! Looking down, he saw his cock, which was already straining against his pants, begin to bulge downwards. He felt it slip out of his underwear, his erection pushing down his leg to meet her fingers.

For her part, Jessica just smiled, fluttering her lashes at him.

"No, no it doesn’t," her fingers danced around the bulge. He could feel her painted nails through his jeans, "Mmm, you might split me in half with this thing."

"Are you scared?"

"Hardly," she smiled, "1.5 boobs is closer to two than three is."

Chris chuckled at that.

"Are you self concious about them? They seem pretty amazing to me."

"Oh no, not at all. They're just **** on the spine. Especially since I'm not about to pay a billion dollars for a custom bra," she gave him a grin, "but if you like them so much, why don't you show me yours and I'll show you mine?"

"You've got a deal," Chris said, moving to his feet.

He pulled the zipper down, and hooked his thumb into his underwear. In one motion, he dropped everything, revealing the monster. It bobbed to attention, a thick blue vein pulsating along with his rapid heartbeat. Jessica's eyes went wide.

"And her I thought you might be stuffing it..." she murmered.

"Nope. It's as real as they come," Chris grinned despite himself.

"Well, a deal's a deal," she said.

Chris watched on as she hooked her hands under her blouse and pulled up. He watched as the middle tit felt first, followed on either side by the other two. Even without being confined in her shirt, her torso wasn't wide enough for all three. So they squished together, one pressing against another to form two sets of deep cleavage. Her pink nipples were pointing outwards, wrapped in soft looking areolas. She let the blouse fall to one side as her long blonde hair cascaded over her chest, obscuring two of her nipples.

"So Casanova, what do you think? Are my eyes still better?"