Be a nice guy, but play dumb to her plight.

"I don't want you to get expelled," you say. "So don't worry about me telling anyone. You're the victim here."

She smiles weakly.

-Shannon appreciates that. Not to mention it's commendable all things considered.-

"Go on and get dressed. I'll help you as best I can." You turn on your heels and head back out the inner door of her apartment, trying hard to keep your composure. Your heart beat pulses strong between your ears as you click the door shut.

"Thanks." The relief in Shannon's voice takes the edge off your arousal. How could you possibly have known the book was real? Surely your conscience can rest easy knowing you didn't take advantage of her outright. Despite this, your mind wanders. You can't help but imagine how her breasts feel between your fingers or how her nipples would feel between your lips.

Safely behind the door, you have no need to hide your erection and it only becomes a matter of keeping your ragged breathing under control. You imagine she is still struggling to find something to wear, something, anything to cover those massive tits.

Your self-control crumbles and you slip your thumb between the door, pulling it open. That could be played off as an accident, the door drifting open in a completely normal fashion. You don't hear her protest, surely she didn't notice. So you peek around through the crack to steal a peek.

Shannon stoops over her couch, turned away from you, struggling to pull an oversized t-shirt over her massive tits. Her white panties poorly hide her moist labia. Something-- someone must have aroused her recently. Your cock urges you to step inside, but you resist. Somehow.

You pull yourself away from the door, obligated to make small talk. "I've never heard of anything like this. Any ideas of who could have done it?"

She lets out a surprised yelp. Your voice catches her off guard, but she answers in time. "No. None. The weirdest thing, though? I don't see any signs of surgery. I can't figure out how they got them inside me. I... uh... have a weird request."

"Go on."

"Can you look at them? Maybe I just can't see them because of their size."

You double over, struggling to control your raging erection. Somehow you get a calm response out. "Sure."

"L-look I know it can't be easy for you to do this... so... I won't get mad if you get carried away."

"Yeah," you say. "uh... real talk here. I'm not doing a very good job of keeping calm."

"I guess I should take it as a compliment."

You push open the door to find her with the top barely covering her. The bottom half of her massive areola poke out and the only work the shirt is really doing is pushing her massive breasts together. Her gaze droops to your crotch. Her cheeks flush and she looks away. "Well, you weren't kidding... I guess."

"Yeah. Sorry." You close the distance and reach out slowly. "I'll try to make it quick."

"Forget quick. Be thorough," Shannon says, taking on a hint of her usual callousness. "Errr. Please."

You slip your hands underneath the girth of her breasts and lift. They're heavy and moving them produces a liquidy slosh. You run your thumbs along the point where her breasts meet her body, you feel nothing but smooth perfect flesh.

You're no expert, but you've watched enough big boob porn to know that's where the scars usually are. You're a bit too preoccupied to risk getting closer to look, but you realize that you might not have a choice. You stoop closer, catching the faintest smell of arousal on Shannon. You're sure of it now. She wasn't just 'busy' before. She was masturbating.

Shannon makes it worse by arching her back and spreading her legs farther apart. As much as it might have been an innocent gesture to help you get a better view, it gives you the wrong kind of view. In the right way.