Let's see... hm, yes, carry the two... yep, the whole family.

"Uhm, yes..." Carol seems a bit sheepish all of a sudden, a hint of glee appearing on Nancy's face. Finally, drama! "Well, as you might have seen on the video, my dear husband Randall also had some, and he--"

"Oooh, your husband had some? Did they... have an effect on him as well?"

The camera zooms in on the red-tinged face of Carol as she looks to the ground bashfully - or rather, down her cavernous cleavage.

"Well, he... he should really tell you himself..."

While Carol is still fidgeting, the sound of a car door opening makes Nancy and the camera man turn to the side, where a well-built, middle-aged man exits a small car. He's well-built in more than one sense - his fit body carries two magnificent breasts, bigger than his head, their nipples almost poking holes through his thin shirt.

"Oh. Oh dear!" Nancy can't keep the happiness of a true tabloid reporter finding a juicy scoop out of her voice as she hurries over to Randall. "How terrible, the poor man! Nancy McArthur, WNN. How are you feeling, carrying around these giant breasts?"

"Hm, actually, they aren't too bad." Nancy visibly deflates hearing this. "Sure, people stare, but they feel real good, and my wife loves them. Seriously, if she sucks my ni--"

"Randall!" Carol interrupts him, scandalized at him sharing these juicy details from their love life. "You can't tell them that, we're on TV!"

The reporter seems heartened by this exchange, straightening and going back to interviewing Randall. Carol, meanwhile, walks past them, seemingly almost unencumbered by her gargantuan jugs, resting them on the hood of their car. The way they bulge and spread over the metal makes the camera stray sideways slowly before it snaps back to the interview.

"Alright, Randall... May I call you Randall?" After a nod from the big-breasted man, Nancy continues. "After what your wife told me, I'm guessing there are no negative sides to this for you as well?"

"Actually..." Randall stares down at his chest, hefting the soft orbs with his big, strong hands. "They're so jiggly and sensitive that they keep... arousing me even if I just walk around."

"Erm... okay..." Nancy's eyes seem to flicker down towards Randall's crotch, as if to check the veracity of this claim. "B-but... what about stretchmarks? Backpain?"

"Can't say I have any of that, Nancy." Randall leans back against the side of his car, crossing his arms under his chest, which presses the round jugs together and against the fabric of the shirt. "I count myself lucky for that. For that, and the fact that I now have another pair of tits to play with, whenever I want, too!"

"Randall!" Even though Carol is trying to sound scandalized, there is a hint of laughter in her voice.

"What? Seriously, the only downside is getting ogled by Mr Simpson from across the road!"

"As if he has eyes for you when I'm working in the garden," Carol laughs, shaking her chest for emphasis.

"True, but then again, I can't take my eyes off of you, either. I'm always impressed by how you don't fall!"

"Uhm, the... interview?" Nancy tries to get the flirting couple's attention again. "I still have some questions..."

"Oh, sure, sorry about that." Randall turns back to face Nancy and the camera, breasts swaying from side to side. "Shoot."

"Okay, uhm... You two definitely seem happy with this situation. Would you, then, recommend others to eat these berries?"

"Absolutely. But people should be aware of what they're getting themselves into. Now, we don't mind, but our se--"

"Ahem!" Carol's faked cough reminds Randall to choose his words more carefully.

"Ah, our... marital relationship has become much more invigorated as of late, and definitely thanks to these." Randall points first at his tits, then at the beanbag-sized funbags of his wife.

"I see." Nancy seems to be done with the situation. The couple is just too damn happy with this freaky situation for her liking. "And where would others get these berries, except from the park over there?"

"I am glad that you're asking!" Randall grins, puffing out his chest proudly. The camera briefly shakes as his boobs stretch the fabric of his shirt. "We actually have collected all of them and now grow them in our garden! So if anyone wants to buy a batch or two--"

This time, the back seat door of his car opening interrupts Randall just as he's about to launch into what looks to be a sales pitch. A young woman pulls herself out, struggling to stand as the weight of not one, but two pairs of humongous tits pulls at her torso. They easily eclipse her father's bust, their combined size even beating Carol's massive hooters, if barely. This time, the camera does not just briefly dip downwards, instead doing the equivalent of a dumbfounded stare, focusing right on the quartet of fat nipples tenting the fabric of an XXXXL shirt that's still tight over the quadruple bust.

"Daa-aad, c'mon! You said we'd just be an hour or two, I can feel them filling up again!"