Absurdly, unbelievably well.

The next thought that crossed his mind, Pascal couldn't help but voice. "So how are we going to... do... this..."

From where he was standing, the goblin girl's massive green tits, nearly bumping the cobblestones below, were more at his shins than his crotch. Did he need to kneel or lay down? Without his pants or underwear, the neat-freak in Pascal worried that that would be dirty and uncomfortable. Was he going to have to lift her up? He wasn't entirely confident in his stamina to hold a small humanoid with huge, heavy tits up for an extended period of time, though the thought of using her like a big-boobed sex toy did have a certain appeal...

"Here, allow me to provide a seat," came the soft, soothing voice of the elf at his side.

Pascal looked over to see her lifting her robe and kneeling down to the street... resting her massive, soft, silk-bound breasts on the ground. They were genuinely so large that he could sit on one of them like a beanbag chair. He was dumbstruck. "W-Won't that be... y'know... uncomfortable?"

The elf smiled brightly and shook her head, softly chuckling behind her pretty lips. "So kind and gentle. I assure you, you can never underestimate the resilience of the bosom. Even so, any minor discomfort will be–" Her eyes brightened with just a hint of naughty anticipation. "–well worth the trouble."

"Well... okay..." He wasn't feeling very confident about all this, as though this strange, absurd, and most definitely lewd dream might turn into a nightmare the moment he made any mistake, but Pascal couldn't find any practical reasons more attractive than using this tall, ageless elf's bust like a hammock. And so he did, stepping over and carefully lowering his bare butt into her exposed, plunging cleavage. The elf pressed her arms in, firming them up beneath him. Surprisingly enough, they supported his weight comfortably, even as he trusted his full weight to them, pressing them against the ground. There was no indication that he was crushing or hurting her - he could probably jump on these tits and they would be just fine. Not that he was thinking about using them like a trampoline - that wasn't hardly lewd enough for him - but something about that level of absurd durability and power of a bosom strangely appealed to him.

Now that he was situated closer to the ground, the goblin approached him, almost shaking with excitement. The other fantasy women on the street cheered her on with lewd jeers and encouragements. All of them started to crowd around a little bit, massive breasts on all sides closing in on the poor human. The two alien women made sure they had a front-row view as well.

The goblin woman lifted her breasts and swallowed a lump in her throat, the gravity of the situation seemingly weighing on her. Pascal's empathetic heart went out to her, thinking that it was his fault for putting her in such a situation. So he said, "Wh-What's– Y'know, I didn't get your name." He had to chuckle at that.

She blinked and smiled up at him, as if she'd forgotten about the face attached to that human cock. "Oh! Yeah! The name's Rigzy! Nice to meetcha! You got a name?"

"P-Pascal, yeah...!" the man replied a little excitedly. The crowd carried the echo of his name all around, committing it to memory.

Rigzy nodded, grinning once again with those big sharp teeth. "Pascal, great! Nice name! Welcome to Gaia and, well, Nestledeep specifically! That's the town we're in - minus that big eyesore of a tower, of course. I'm SO honored to be your first titfuck, human! Here we go!"

And with that, she launched herself forwards - and then came to a sudden stop, her lifted bust in her hands just inches away from touching Pascal's twitching cock. The street was quiet with anticipation; even Rigzy herself seemed nervous all of a sudden. And then, finally, contact. Twin mountains of green bust nestled against six inches in human dick. Pascal whimpered.

Rigzy moaned. Her fat green nipples stiffened and slowly bloated outwards. "Oh fuuuhuhuhuuuck...!"

The women around them let out a chorus of gasps and moans as well, some of them reaching under their varied clothing to squish, grope, and play with their own breasts in solidarity. The armored turtle alien and the gray alien did not do anything so overt, but the turtle woman squirmed in her restrictive armor, obviously frustrated, and the gray alien in her futuristic formalwear put a hand atop her gigantic bust and gently rubbed the top of one breast.

The elf, whose bust Pascal was still seated upon, leaned around Pascal's head, her silvery, breathy voice husking right past the human's ear. "Embrace him. Take him into the heart of your holy bust."

"Uh-huh...!" Rigzy mumbled with a hasty nod, and then pushed herself forward. She hissed as the tip of Pascal's dick poked against and rubbed against the front of her cleavage, as if it was poking at the folds of the world's biggest vagina. Rigzy caught her breath and then made another push, and this time her heavy green bust rolled over Pascal's lap, completely burying his cock in supple goblin titflesh. Pascal gasped breathlessly; the sensation was both right out of his deepest, darkest fantasies, and yet unfathomably real and tactile in ways he'd never imagined. The weight, the mass, the way every shift and every jiggle vibrated through his cock... If Pascal hadn't already been addicted to the idea of titfucking before, this new reality of it would have done the job.

Rigzy, however, yowled like she'd been stuffed to the brim, her whole body squirming as she pressed her forearms against her huge green tits to squeeze them tighter around the human cock between them. "Ngh! Mm! Mmmf! Oh my Goddesses, thank you thank you thank you! Ungh!"

Pascal was shocked by this turn of events - titfucking had always been a guilty obsession of his largely because of how selfish and one-sided it was. But it seemed against all odds that Rigzy was enjoying this titfuck even more than he was!

And Rigzy wasn't the only one gasping and moaning! The whole crowd was writhing in pleasure like they were in-sync with the goblin woman's pleasure. As though the mere act of watching a real live titfuck was enough to light their bodies on fire. Some were tugging on their nipples (those that could reach them easily enough) and some were even turning to the nearest bystander to engage in some symmetrical groping and kissing with one eye each on the action. Only the aliens abstained, but it was clear that it was more out of a desire to appear composed and superior, denying the urges playing across their blushing faces.

Even the elf woman was leaning into Pascal's back now, hands roaming across her breasts as she let out little gasps. "How is it, my friend?" she asked. "Better than a toy?"

"SO MUCH BETTER!" Rigzy cried, lifting her boobs to plap them on Pascal's lap over and over, faster and faster, until... "OH FUUUUUUUCK!"

Rigzy's breasts trembled, her nipples stiffened, and milk sprayed out all over Pascal's chest, drenching his shirt in goblin breastmilk. He could hear the sound of more liquid squirting between the woman's legs, splattering on the cobblestones below. This little goblin, this fantasy creature with giant tits straight out of his wettest fantasies, was having an honest-to-Goddesses boobgasm.

That was what pushed Pascal over the edge. He leaned back and let loose inbetween Rigzy's massive tits. No one could even see his cock spurting or the cum he was staining her with from the outside, but from his pose and expression, there was no mistaking it.

It was like a chain reaction, once he started cumming. The elf's breasts surged and started to spray milk, too. Then the crowd around them, all the orcs and tieflings and lizardfolk and centaurs and goliaths gathered around to witness this apparently incredible event, all of them got caught up in the pleasure and experienced their own milk-spraying titgasms as well. Pretty soon the cracks between the cobblestones around Pascal were filled with little rivulets of milk, collected from more than a dozen fantasy women.

Hearing and witnessing their insane, disproportionate pleasure, that just prolonged Pascal's inaugural orgasm until his loins were tingling and he was well and truly spent.

Rigzy collapsed onto her bust, groaning and moaning weakly like a woman who'd just experienced the marathon fucking of her life... but from one quick little titfuck. "Y-Yo... That was..." She was panting to catch her breath and put together words again. "Hey, uh... I changed my mind."

Pascal sat back up and looked down at her cute face. "About what?"

"You..." she started, then hesitated for just a moment. "You can go with them. You can meet the aliens. I... I'm not so much a bitch that I'd deny them this... this amazing fucking cock... But, I want you to do me a favor."

"Y-Yeah? Sure," Pascal replied, too overwhelmed by everything that had just happened to think about it, or anything.

Rigzy pushed herself up with a groan, milk dripping from her nipples, and now strands of cum oozing from the bottom of her cleavage. She pulled her breasts apart, showing off the cum he'd smeared across her cleavage like a badge of honor, grinning all the while. Other women in the crowd stared hungrily. Rigzy would probably have no trouble finding many tongues to lick her breasts clean.

"Wreck some alien titties for me, huh? Don't go easy on 'em. I wanna hear about it in the papers how you titfucked one of those four-armed, eight-titted sluts stupid. Ya got it?"

Despite cumming harder than he'd ever had in a long time, Pascal's flagging dick twitched at that demand, eager to comply.

In the heat of the moment, all Pascal could do was let out a good-natured laugh. "Least I can do."