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The sun was setting on another Saturday night, and Maxwell was going grocery shopping. He simply didn't have much better to do, not since Leslie left. Another Saturday night alone. At least, under the cover of darkness, he shouldn’t have to deal with too many people. He liked things on the less crowded side of life, and in all likelihood he wouldn't be disturbed once. That was the plan, anyway, as he fetched his carrying basket from the front of the store. The place wasn't very big, but it served his needs well enough and it was close to home, so bully for it. They didn’t even have typical shopping carts with wheels, as it wasn’t necessary for most customers. It was just a little, convenient mart.

The automatic doors slid open for him and he stepped into the nearly empty store. Certainly not a popular time! The place was even more dead than usual. The entrance here was on the left-hand side of the store, dumping him out in the fresh fruits section. After crates and crates of assorted fruits and vegetables, there were aisles of other products, which eventually ended in the refrigerator department on the other far wall. There was a surprising amount of stuff cluttering up the place, packed into the quite small establishment. There were only three checkout counters, of which only one was manned, and by an old lady seemingly asleep in a chair. Whom probably had nothing to do for the last fifteen minutes.

Max checked the time on his phone. Shouldn’t be much longer here, he might make it back for that special on Napoleon. First was the fruit. Grab a few items to eat healthy snacks for the next few days, should be good. He wandered the floor amongst the fruit, selecting a few choices he felt up to. Apples? Sure, apples are good. The bottom of his carrying basket was loaded with assorted fruits when he thought he had enough. He could hear someone talking on the phone, rather loudly. He really should have remembered to bring some music.

He shifted into the next aisle, the breads department. Did he need anything here? Probably not. He glanced at the loaves before he paid attention to where he was walking. It was a good thing too, he wasn’t alone in the lane. The other occupant was a lady, who was all dolled up, and it was her who was on the phone so loudly. He stopped, taken aback, and stared.

The early-twenties woman at the other end had an angular face, petite and pretty, if not a little severe. Her highlighted blonde-brunette hair was done up in the back with a small flip, and she had large silver hoop earrings. Her dress was of the obscenely tight variety, hugging her waist and slender hips, ending not much further below them to expose long tan legs stilted by three-inch platform heels. But her dress was the most interesting part, it was styled to have a straight and taught hem on the bottom, and a straight and hugging neckline. It failed in the latter, even though it was clearly specially designed for this woman. Two humongous, globular breasts were packed so tightly into the material it was nearly bursting at the seams. Each titanic dug had to be greater than a beach ball, maybe twice as large, and they were nearly as round. Max could tell that, if the dress wasn’t there, her chest would ordinarily be beautifully spherical. However, the dress, as generous in the front as it was, was still not large enough to contain all of her assets. Instead it only managed to cover the front 3/4ths of her bosom, while the rest of her boobs rose like bread dough, spilling upwards and outwards over the neckline, two humongous loaves that ran out of room.

Max was in shock. He had never seen boobs that big before. Hell, he had never … never even imagined they could BE that big! They stuck out entire FEET from her torso, they were that huge! From the profile, her torso wasn’t even a foot thick, but her boobs were much, much bigger. Incredible. But they were real, he could tell just from how they were wobbling faintly within her shirt as she talked and perused some tins of cookies.

“… Frosting, or no?” she asked the phone. “… I don’t know! She’s got that thing, uh … the THING! You know. Lactose intolerance! That’s it … I don’t think so? Yeah, alright, but for everyone else …” The woman held her phone with her right hand up to her ear, and on that same arm was her swinging basket of goods. It was relatively empty, but as Maxwell observed, she lifted a box of cookies from the shelves and settled it in the hand carriage. It was difficult for her to do, while on the phone, she had to reach over her front to drop them in, as she couldn’t quite reach the basket with her other arm. Too much fat breast in the way. It was a practiced motion, chucking it in the basket, one she had clearly perfected and no longer even thought about, and the cookies landed safely inside. They were well packaged in plastic, fresh baked from the bakery nearby. Good taste! Having made her selection, the woman turned away from him, never having noticed Max standing there.

It gave him a chance to take in a view unlike any he had ever seen. The woman was thin and tone, svelte and very fit, that dress doing wonders hugging her every satisfying curve, and her lush ass. It was perhaps so snug simply because her chest didn’t leave enough room for anything else in the dress, and it still wasn’t large enough for all of her. Her hair was adorable, pinned up and revealing her neck, and her tan shoulders were completely exposed. But the real sight was still her monumental chest, so obscenely massive it was not just wider than her shoulders, EACH breast was as wide as her shoulders. The result was a fantastic opportunity to ogle the huge bosom, her “front”, even from behind her. Though her breasts rode high on her chest and were exceptionally full, being smushed inwards by the dress caused their lowest red-clad swell to fall somewhere around the bottom of her waist, near her hips.

Still, the dress tried to conform to every contour as best as it could, and he could easily pick out where boob ended and the girl’s diminutive frame began. As she strode off in the opposite direction, her hips sashaying under the fabric, her elephantine chest wobbled to and fro, completely out of sync with her body. Hell, her titans rose so far upwards out of her dress, he could see their tops gently over her shoulders.

“… What kind does he like? Jess likes Speck, there should be some platters this way … oh, you’re right”

Max blinked as the woman left. He had the vague feeling of being struck by a tornado, and then left in its wake. He had never imagined a sight so sexy, and yet just in the next aisle over was the woman of his dreams! With tits bigger than he thought was possible. So … the woman of his newly formed dreams he did not know he had before. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it! So big and round and soft looking and that cleavage for days … what was he doing in this aisle again? Bread! Right, bread. Bread, bread, … this bread looked good.

Max selected a loaf and gently wandered down to the end of the aisle. Man, sure, he knew nothing about her except she had a friend who couldn’t handle dairy, but wow, did he ever want to know more about her! He should try to talk to her, maybe even ask her out? No, he couldn’t do that. He was just him, what would a woman like that want with him? He didn’t know her anyway, she might be a bitch. And, what would he even say? ‘Heya! You got some great boobs!’ No, he wanted to slap himself just thinking it. Besides, you don’t pick up women in a grocery store! It’s not a bar, it’s just not right.

Or maybe he was just afraid.

The next aisle was snacks. Couldn’t he use some snacks? To hell with fruit. He passed the specials at the end and stopped short of stepping into the next lane. He was standing next to the display sales at the end of the shelves. Something or other was on sale. I’m going full-on creep, he realized, and then he proceeded to casually lean over, pretending to grab one of the miscellaneous objects he wasn’t paying attention to, and peered down into the next aisle. It was indeed full of cereals and snacks. And a VERY feminine female.

“… Well they’ve got a million chips here! What kind? No, let’s start with what BRAND and go from there … Uh uh?” The woman paused, and took a half step back. “Kettle! Oh, I found that easy. They’re mostly gone. Ughh.”

The lady studied the shelf and then resignedly leaned over so she could peer at the selections stuck in the back. Bending at her hips, she had to balance on her heels as she craned her neck to see under the upper shelves to the back reaches of the hip-level shelves. Leaning that far forward was quite a feat with her physique. Max’s eyes somehow popped out less than her gargantuan breasts managed to.

Her breasts didn’t quite escape, but it was a near thing. Their overinflated wobbling was ever threatening, as she was nearly dragged off her feet before they settled rocking. Her shelf of tit dangled a good several feet below her as she looked. Max was given the side view of a jaw dropping cleavage. Their immense weight was apparent, taxing the poor dress to the max, but since it was so tight, they had very little room to maneuver in any direction except one.

“Oh my, pardon my tits! I nearly fell out of my dress. AH HAHA No, I promise I haven’t started drinking. Yet.” She giggled on the phone. “NO! It wouldn’t! That would give someone a black eye! Anyway, they’ve got sour cream and onion, barbeque, ranch (blegh), vinegar …”

Max swallowed hard and looked back to what he was picking up. He took his selection and threw it in his basket. Evidently, he had wanted some paper plates. At least they were on sale. He glanced back up to see the Red woman making her selection and straightening back up.

She erected herself and her chest settled back down into place, but they took the neck of her dress with them, distorting it. That much mass, they weren’t going to fall back down the tight fabric tube without a fight. There were brown, stretched moons rising over the dress neckline. Her areola! The sight was beyond sexy. They were VAST! Doing a quick estimate on the small fraction he could see (still, there was more exposed than most girls had in entirety), Max figured they had to be the size of pie tins. Each bigger than the plates he had just selected! Jeez-US. Her areola ALONE were more than a double handful! He was really, really warming up to the idea of gigantic bosoms.

“Hold on. Dress maintenance.” She was still on the phone.

Tossing her bag of chips into her basket, she took her free hand and reached over her bust, grabbing her dress neckline and hoisting it back up, with some difficulty. She was attempting to jiggle the neckline, hoping her breasts would settle further down. She was unsuccessful, but her chest swayed hypnotically with her efforts. She huffed and shouldered her phone to free her other hand, and forcefully shoved herself back down into her clothes. She went one breast at a time, her left hand holding her dress up, and her right hand sinking into the impossible globes as she compressed her front so she’d fit. She did, more or less, get her look back to where she started, hiding her areola from view once again. She even ran both hands over the front of her chest just to make sure that was the case, at least Max figured that was why. After her fixing, all the slack the dress had won was gone, and it was clear the dress was held up with nothing but the pressure of her braless beauties filling it beyond capacity.

A sixth sense told Maxwell it was time to look down, and he hurriedly rummaged through the shelf of plastic utensils next to the plates, aware that in the periphery, the exaggerated lady had turned towards him and was walking towards him.

“Crisis averted. What kind of meat did we decide on?” she said to the mysterious caller. “Pepperoni and cheese cubes? I think they have salami too.”

Too late, he realized he had leaned too far over and his own basket was sticking out into the aisle, in the woman’s way. Actually, in the way of her boobs, they were so wide, she wasn’t going to have enough room to scoot by him, although a normal girl would have been able to. But he was obstinately pretending he was unaware of her, because he had been standing and staring far too long already. If he fixed it now, it would be showing her he knew she was there.

“Oh boy, don’t get me started on ‘What cheese?’, or I’ll be here forever and miss the party entirely. OOF!” She clobbered his basket with her chest. She hadn’t been paying attention either! She had walked full stride into his groceries. Her weighty impact sent his basket rocking unexpectedly hard, taking his arm with it and causing him to stumble off balance.

“Gosh, I’m sooo sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I’m in a hurry! Bad combination, I know.” She was speaking to him! Those steel green eyes were looking right at him, she was holding the phone at an angle away from her mouth. “You’re OK, yeah? Good, sorries!” She swirled off, before he could muster a shocked response, but Max could have sworn he spotted a wicked smile on her lips before she turned.

“Yeah, I just bumped somebody … Is NOT! Hahaha Hey, no cookies for you.”

Max rather felt like he had been caught, despite his best efforts. It figures! A woman like that must be used to stares. With a rueful smile he righted himself up and nearly put the paper plates back, but figured he could use some. He blew it, didn’t he? He needed to make a joke right there. Apologize. Something. If he had been quicker, instead of an idiot, he could have seized that opportunity to break the ice. Sigh. Bread, check. Fruit, check. He had noodles and spices at home, so vegetables and meats were what he needed. He was going to make that stir fry, and had forgot about the vegetables! Oh, and milk. She had him all discombobulated. But that was over now, he had been knocked back to reality.

He tracked to the veggie section, looking at the asparagus. Not a bad selection, he could go for some greens. Maybe not for the stir fry, but brush these in some basting oil and roast them gently, it should be good. The stir fry could use some peppers, hmm, pea pods, mushrooms for sure, some baby corn.

“… How many people are even COMING? Honestly. I didn’t even know she was vegan! … You’re telling me …”

Max looked up to watch the lady in red bounce into the vegetable section. Her massive chest undulate, swaying the field of red dress back and forth as she wandered through, still talking on her phone. The corners of the tables were pretty abrupt, and some didn’t leave much room. She still wasn’t paying close attention, and the outer swell of her titanic left tit sent some broccoli heads bouncing to the floor, but she didn’t seem to notice.

He wondered at just how large she was. What was the measurement like? Did you still use inches and bra sizes, or was there something more medieval when you got too big? Like measuring her in watermelons. There was a few on display not too far from him, he figured it’d take quite a few to measure up to her. Holy mackerel. And he knew her areola was gigantic. Were her nipples too? Was it weird of him to be thinking about this? He should probably stop. Were strawberry sized nipples too small an estimate? Oranges too large?

“How about carrots and broccoli? Can she eat dip? … Har har, help me.”

She picked up a packet of broccoli and a packet of carrots, and looked down at her carriage. “Uh oh.” Unwilling to release her phone, she used her hips to level her hand carriage up on a table ledge so she could access it with her other hand. She had to hold it to her side just so she could see around her front. Max wondered what her view was like, an endless expanse of her own cleavage. But he saw what caused her dilemma. Her cart was already full of snacks and other goods! She had filled it since he had last looked, and she had nowhere to put the vegetables.

“Kinda runnin’ out of room here. We eat too much at these things. My arm is going to fall off.”

The lady chewed her lip for a moment, and then appeared to think better of it. There was no room on the table to fully place her basket, so she took it and rested in on the floor, bending at the knees instead of at the hips, else she would surely have fallen out this time. Even so, her preposterous assets mounded up against her legs, all the way up to her chin. Crouching as best as she could in her tight dress, she one handedly took the bulky package of cookies out of her basket to make room for the carrots and broccoli. After reorganizing and placing her new selections, she looked at the cookie package wistfully. He could see it written all over her face. She only had one free arm. Where to put the cookies? She could carry them, they both supposed. But it was about the size of a Frisbee, and several inches thick, so not so easy to carry.

“This place needs some CARTS, dammit!” Still on the phone.

With a brief glance over both shoulders, she lifted the cookie package up over her chest, and hastily stuffed them down the canyon between her giant breasts. Her cleavage was so tight and packed that the cookies didn’t want to go down at first, but she made a face and was able to thrust them down her dress. The plastic groaned and shrieked uncomfortably as it was quashed between her dugs, but she kept up the pressure as the box was seemingly absorbed by her endless décolletage. The new mass caused her to overflow her neckline even further as both the package and her arm disappeared down her creamy front. She pushed down until her arm disappeared to her elbow before she was satisfied, retrieving her arm with some difficulty from her dress, which was now that much snugger. The cookies were completely hidden, entirely swallowed by the depths of her bosom, and presumably being gently crushed between, but there was no outward visible trace of them.

She stood up hastily, taking her basket with her, and straightened out her dress from crouching. She looked up, catching Maxwell’s eye, and stared at him like a deer in headlights. She sort of smiled guiltily, and brought her free hand up to press a finger to her lips, “shhh”.

“ … So I’ve been bad,” she resumed to the caller. “I’ll tell you later … Haha, no, not like that! Jeez. You’re on pace to losing meat privileges, too!” The busty woman wandered off to another section of the store. “… I have more than I can carry already, so I hope we are at the end of this list! …”

Max looked at the watermelons he had seen earlier. She probably could have hidden one of THOSE down there, and still nobody would have been none the wiser! Though, that would have displaced more of her chest outside of the dress, and maybe even her …

Asparagus was good. Carrots, carrots were nice, he should go get some. He grabbed a few packs, and collected his odd stir fry materials. You know? If he ran into her again, maybe he should say something. If she rejected him, so what? He’d go home and watch his Napoleon special? He was gonna do that anyway. Though she’s on that phone, and it’s really quite rude to interrupt someone else’s phone call. Did he even have any kleptomania jokes? Probably not. ‘Hey, babe, I saw you do that thing with the cookies, but I don’t blame you. Everybody loves cookies and MILK!’ Eyugh, gross. He felt the need to apologize to himself for even thinking that line privately. Although milk, he still needed milk, and meat. That resided in the refrigerated section on the other side of the store, which really wasn’t that big anyhow. Maybe he would run into bosom girl again! And … there wasn’t much of a plan beyond that, but definitely, absolutely, do NOT say the thing you just thought of saying!

He stopped by the meat locker and grabbed two packages of ground beef, and then a pack of sirloin tips for her stir fry, then turned to the corner to the rest of the refrigerated aisle. Sure enough, in the fridge section, there she was, staring at the wall of juices behind the glass fridge doors. “ … I like the cranberry cocktails too. She makes these things, and UGH, they’re to die for. I just don’t want to run out, like last time … haha I’d like more than one, sure!! Cranberry it is.”

She was standing there with her phone in her left hand, held up to her left ear, and on her right arm, in the crook of her elbow was her carrying basket full of groceries. Probably quite heavy. Maybe that was his in! Should he offer to help?

“ … OK, I gotta go, you’re taking up one of my arms right now … What? No! Juice and platter, got it. See ya!”

She held the phone in front of her face to spot the hang up button, and then DROPPED her phone right there. It dropped only a few inches for a cushiony landing atop her shelf of bosom, beneath her chin. Max admired the brazenness of it. Certainly, the gadget wasn’t going anywhere. If it had to slide, it would slide into the cleavage crevasse, but that was too tight for it to fall through. Playing cards would have trouble slipping down. Tabletop boobs, she was simply that enormous.

With her now free left hand she reached for the door handle, then thought better of it. It opened to the right, anyhow. She used her grocery carrying arm to awkwardly grab the handle while balancing the basket. Max admired the difficultly this woman was having shopping through this store, quite set apart from her uniqueness. She got the door open, frosty air pouring out into the store, and she propped it with her leg, but she still couldn’t use the grocery arm to get the juice on the top shelf. And to get the necessary proximity for her left arm … she had to squish. Her two ginormously fat tits smothered the cold shelves in front of her, pushing juices and soy milks around as she struggled to compress her chest against the products so she could reach. She filled the pane and then some, her left breast even swelled out and smothered the handle of the door next to the one she was in. Her flattened breasts were simply asserting themselves in every direction.

“YayayayaYAYA COLLLLLD!!” The woman shuddered, her chest jiggling in her dress, causing the door itself to shiver in its hinges. She snatched the cranberry juice the moment it was in reach, and retreated instantly, shivering. The door attempted to slam shut but only managed to knock into her boobs, which effortlessly kept it open. She retreated a few more steps and the fridge pane swung shut with a satisfying thunk. She decided to just carry her juice. No room in the basket, and the cold item certainly wasn’t following the cookies!

Max fetched his own milk from the fridge at his end. How many times could he “accidentally” run into this woman and pretend not to be paying attention to her? He had to be getting close to the limit. She kept being busy or on the phone, darn it! He was figuring now was his best chance, else he might never get one again. He had not decided what to say, and was doing a rush job, when he realized she was standing there waiting for him. He closed the milk fridge door to find her looking at him, patiently four feet away, with her breasts closing much of the distance. She was grinning at him.

“Hi! Hey, I was wondering … You see, my hands are full and I really need to get one of those meat and cheese platters over there? Do you think you could help me, please? Here, it’s that one.” She gestured with the cranberry juice to a pizza sized tray loaded with assorted meats and cheeses.

He stared into those green eyes, dumbstruck. He hadn’t planned on her talking to HIM! Help! Somebody!

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGG “Oh dang!” the phone on her bust illuminated and started buzzing. “It’s just that I’m in a rush, I gotta get this, and I could use some help, thank you so much,” she continued to Max, as she placed the juice on her chest, winced at its coldness, and then scooped up the phone to her cheek. “What now?”

His lower peripheral vision was almost entirely consumed by her creamy chest, wobbling with her every enunciation. But there was something else. Two dark dents on the front of her dress, right where … oh man, THE COLD! Max wanted to look down more than anything but he couldn’t. Not when she was looking right at him. She smiled encouragingly at him. He just nodded dumbly at her, trying to absorb everything he was pretending not to see, and then fetched her platter. It WAS big and heavy.

“I found a platter, Mike.” Her caller’s name was Mike. So he knew something else, now. “If they can’t find something they like on THAT, then they’re suffering from an illness. In the case of the lactose intolerant, legitimate. In everyone else’s, mental illness.” She laughed cheerfully, top jiggling.

Max gestured with his head towards the counter and she nodded, smiling, and scooted him onwards with her groceries, ushering him to the front of the store.

“Excuse me!” she called, waking the old lady at the register. “Hi, can you check us out?” then she returned to her phone call.

“Wait, what? AW JEEZ I FORGOT. HOLD ON.” She held a hand over the phone, speaking to Max “Hey, could you look after my stuff, see that she scans it ok? Don’t accidentally pay for the platter. Thanks!” She dumped her grocery basket on the conveyor belt and turned back to the phone. “I’m going to get it now!!” She took off, and Max got to view her luscious back side, and the exciting back of her boobs once again as she rushed off to get … whatever it was. The clicking of her heels receded in the background.

The old woman watched her go in disbelief, then they shared a look that said WOW. Max laughed. Yeah, you’re telling me, lady, he thought. He unpacked and purchased his own products, before dutifully unpacking his new “friend’s” items. Still, this was a positive development. He was being Mr. Nice Guy, he could work with this. The old lady scanned her items and Max stood there a little uncertainly before taking out his credit card to pay for her stuff.

“HOLD IT! Whoa man, thanks, no seriously, but I can’t let you do that.” The lady in red arrived in the nick of time, carrying a tub of ice cream. She was bouncing HEAVILY even though she only walking quickly. Interestingly, she couldn’t swing her arms when she walked, lest she just continuously smack herself in the chest. The front of her dress was shifting by inches at a time, taken with the movement beneath. She was still on the phone, but was quite obviously talking to Max and the woman. “Here’s the last of my items.” She heaved the creamy milk tubs, and the ice cream over to the counter.

Max got a full eyeful this time. Fetching the ice cream had made her cold, too. Those nipples were like lemons, smuggled in her dress. Admittedly, he didn’t know they WEREN’T just lemons under her dress. The two protuberances on the massive landscape of her chest were hard and protruding, clearly difficult for the dress to handle, tenting the fabric and even casting their own shadows under the industrial light. He nearly swallowed hard just trying to comprehend their size. He could wrap his fist around each.

“Yes, I made it!” she said to Mike as she reached a few fingers down her front. Max was impressed, he thought she was going to take out the cookies and pay for them. Alas, only her wallet came out, and Max tried not to laugh. She fumbled for a credit card to hand the woman as the ice cream was scanned. “I’ll call ya back,” she said to the phone and clicked it off, dropping it on her bosomy shelf once more.

“Ugh,” she complained, “WHEN are they going to widen these darn things? Look out.” She was speaking to the old woman, now. Max retreated with his purchased goods, and watched the lady in the dress struggle through the counter.

Her problem was that her breasts were so very big. And the lane between registers was very not. Trying to walk by, her breasts would be compressed between the counter, and the wall of goods on the next counter. Gum and candy bars and mints. With a huff, the woman shoved herself down the aisle, scattering those last minute items for purchase like marbles. Her boobs billowed against both surfaces, mounding up towards her face. She raised her head so she could still over her chest. One entire box of gum crashed to the floor, and she stepped over it, looking back mournfully. “I’ve made a mess,” she said to the cashier. “AGAIN. But I don’t think I can clean it without making an even bigger one.” As if to emphasize her point, a metal prong could stand no longer and snapped clean off, taking a dozen hanging packages of tape with it to be scattered on the ground. “Whoops. Please tell them to widen these things! I’ve said it before, but it’s really getting harder and harder for me to get through here.”

The cashier looked at her in sympathy, before saying, “Yes, hun, you’re rather famous. I’ve heard stories, but I never believed.” The busty lady raised an eyebrow, and a smirk. “But these counters are bolted to the floor. They’re pretty ancient.”

The chesty woman’s smirk turned to a grimace. “Soon enough, I might accidentally UN-bolt them for you. That day is approaching!”

The cashier smiled tiredly and handed over the bags and receipt. “Have a nice day. Don’t forget your platter.” The cashier had set it aside, as it was too big and unwieldly to bag.

Max saw his options like a fork in the road. He KNEW where she was going to try and put that platter, and she could do it, too. She had managed with both the cranberry juice and her phone, but if he let her do that then he might miss this chance forever. He rushed over and got the meat and cheese tray for her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “You’re wonderful. Here come on, I’m just outside. Looks, it’s the red -” Her phone started ringing again. “Oh for goodness effin SAKE. They can’t do a thing without me! Parties can be so stressful.”

She led the way, and he had time to note in the short distance that she was actually much wider than he was. Shorter, certainly, but her elephantine front took up so much room. Not for the first time, he wondered how heavy those things were. The doors slid open for the both of them and she gestured to the car immediately in front of the shop, and popped it’s trunk with her keys. “In here, thank you so much, you’re the best. I better get this.” For her phone had started to beep with texts, apparently something urgent.

“What NOW?” she sighed into the phone. “WHAT! Ok throw it out and I’ll go back in for more hamburger. What else did you burn?” She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Hold on, before I go back in … If I leave these down there any longer, they’re going to be squashed flat.” She looked down at breasts, and Max followed suit. They were marvelous up this close, so BIG and soft and inviting. He would require a full arm to carry one, if he could manage it at all.

The woman plunged her whole arm down her front, groping for her package, and with some effort, she grasped what she had stored. “Uh oh. Contents under pressure,” she snickered. “We might be too late to save them.” Creaking and groaning piteously, the plastic package came up unwillingly, but she finally heaved the box of cookies out of the depths her cleavage. They both looked at them. The cookies were fine, but the box was in a bad way. Indeed, it looked like it was being crushed by some compactor.

She held out the cookies and put them on the platter Max was holding. “Well, they’re not crumbs or pancakes, I’ve had that happen, believe me, but I guess I still lose points for presentation. Thanks for not tattling on me, too!” She winked at him, and turned back to her phone. “Ok, tell me one more time, what do I need to buy again?”

As Maxwell slid the meat platter into the back of her car, he reflected on the strange shopping trip, and decided he had lost control of this situation. She was going to go back in and he could not think of a single reason why he could be expected to follow her. That DAMN phone! The WHOLE TIME! This was his chance. His LAST chance. Better than none at all.

Fumbling in his wallet, he extracted one of his personal cards and proffered it to her. On it was his number, and his cell, labelled clearly. She looked at him in surprise, took the card and read it in her hand. She held the phone away from her lips.

"Maxwell Duncan. Nice to meet you, I’m Rebecca. Thank you for your help, but sorry! I already have a boyfriend! Though he’s COMPLETELY useless.” She said that extra loud so whoever was on the phone could hear.

She studied the card more closely.

“Actually, you know what, I'll pass this number to my sister. She’s looking for a nice guy, but has had trouble meeting men for a long while now.” Rebecca grinned and straightened her back, pronouncing her chest. “She’s VERY pretty, but … she’s gotten much too big for shopping."

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May contain: large breasts

The sun was setting on another Saturday night, and Maxwell was going grocery shopping. He simply didn't have much better to do, not since Leslie left. Another Saturday night alone. At least, under the cover of darkness, he shouldn’t have to deal with too many people. He liked things on the less crowded side of life, and in all likelihood he wouldn't be disturbed once. That was the plan, anyway, as he fetched his carrying basket from the front of the store. The place wasn't very big, but it served his needs well enough and it was close to home, so bully for it. They didn’t even have typical shopping carts with wheels, as it wasn’t necessary for most customers. It was just a little, convenient mart.

The automatic doors slid open for him and he stepped into the nearly empty store. Certainly not a popular time! The place was even more dead than usual. The entrance here was on the left-hand side of the store, dumping him out in the fresh fruits section. After crates and crates of assorted fruits and vegetables, there were aisles of other products, which eventually ended in the refrigerator department on the other far wall. There was a surprising amount of stuff cluttering up the place, packed into the quite small establishment. There were only three checkout counters, of which only one was manned, and by an old lady seemingly asleep in a chair. Whom probably had nothing to do for the last fifteen minutes.

Max checked the time on his phone. Shouldn’t be much longer here, he might make it back for that special on Napoleon. First was the fruit. Grab a few items to eat healthy snacks for the next few days, should be good. He wandered the floor amongst the fruit, selecting a few choices he felt up to. Apples? Sure, apples are good. The bottom of his carrying basket was loaded with assorted fruits when he thought he had enough. He could hear someone talking on the phone, rather loudly. He really should have remembered to bring some music.

He shifted into the next aisle, the breads department. Did he need anything here? Probably not. He glanced at the loaves before he paid attention to where he was walking. It was a good thing too, he wasn’t alone in the lane. The other occupant was a lady, who was all dolled up, and it was her who was on the phone so loudly. He stopped, taken aback, and stared.

The early-twenties woman at the other end had an angular face, petite and pretty, if not a little severe. Her highlighted blonde-brunette hair was done up in the back with a small flip, and she had large silver hoop earrings. Her dress was of the obscenely tight variety, hugging her waist and slender hips, ending not much further below them to expose long tan legs stilted by three-inch platform heels. But her dress was the most interesting part, it was styled to have a straight and taught hem on the bottom, and a straight and hugging neckline. It failed in the latter, even though it was clearly specially designed for this woman. Two humongous, globular breasts were packed so tightly into the material it was nearly bursting at the seams. Each titanic dug had to be greater than a beach ball, maybe twice as large, and they were nearly as round. Max could tell that, if the dress wasn’t there, her chest would ordinarily be beautifully spherical. However, the dress, as generous in the front as it was, was still not large enough to contain all of her assets. Instead it only managed to cover the front 3/4ths of her bosom, while the rest of her boobs rose like bread dough, spilling upwards and outwards over the neckline, two humongous loaves that ran out of room.

Max was in shock. He had never seen boobs that big before. Hell, he had never … never even imagined they could BE that big! They stuck out entire FEET from her torso, they were that huge! From the profile, her torso wasn’t even a foot thick, but her boobs were much, much bigger. Incredible. But they were real, he could tell just from how they were wobbling faintly within her shirt as she talked and perused some tins of cookies.

“… Frosting, or no?” she asked the phone. “… I don’t know! She’s got that thing, uh … the THING! You know. Lactose intolerance! That’s it … I don’t think so? Yeah, alright, but for everyone else …” The woman held her phone with her right hand up to her ear, and on that same arm was her swinging basket of goods. It was relatively empty, but as Maxwell observed, she lifted a box of cookies from the shelves and settled it in the hand carriage. It was difficult for her to do, while on the phone, she had to reach over her front to drop them in, as she couldn’t quite reach the basket with her other arm. Too much fat breast in the way. It was a practiced motion, chucking it in the basket, one she had clearly perfected and no longer even thought about, and the cookies landed safely inside. They were well packaged in plastic, fresh baked from the bakery nearby. Good taste! Having made her selection, the woman turned away from him, never having noticed Max standing there.

It gave him a chance to take in a view unlike any he had ever seen. The woman was thin and tone, svelte and very fit, that dress doing wonders hugging her every satisfying curve, and her lush ass. It was perhaps so snug simply because her chest didn’t leave enough room for anything else in the dress, and it still wasn’t large enough for all of her. Her hair was adorable, pinned up and revealing her neck, and her tan shoulders were completely exposed. But the real sight was still her monumental chest, so obscenely massive it was not just wider than her shoulders, EACH breast was as wide as her shoulders. The result was a fantastic opportunity to ogle the huge bosom, her “front”, even from behind her. Though her breasts rode high on her chest and were exceptionally full, being smushed inwards by the dress caused their lowest red-clad swell to fall somewhere around the bottom of her waist, near her hips.

Still, the dress tried to conform to every contour as best as it could, and he could easily pick out where boob ended and the girl’s diminutive frame began. As she strode off in the opposite direction, her hips sashaying under the fabric, her elephantine chest wobbled to and fro, completely out of sync with her body. Hell, her titans rose so far upwards out of her dress, he could see their tops gently over her shoulders.

“… What kind does he like? Jess likes Speck, there should be some platters this way … oh, you’re right”

Max blinked as the woman left. He had the vague feeling of being struck by a tornado, and then left in its wake. He had never imagined a sight so sexy, and yet just in the next aisle over was the woman of his dreams! With tits bigger than he thought was possible. So … the woman of his newly formed dreams he did not know he had before. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it! So big and round and soft looking and that cleavage for days … what was he doing in this aisle again? Bread! Right, bread. Bread, bread, … this bread looked good.

Max selected a loaf and gently wandered down to the end of the aisle. Man, sure, he knew nothing about her except she had a friend who couldn’t handle dairy, but wow, did he ever want to know more about her! He should try to talk to her, maybe even ask her out? No, he couldn’t do that. He was just him, what would a woman like that want with him? He didn’t know her anyway, she might be a bitch. And, what would he even say? ‘Heya! You got some great boobs!’ No, he wanted to slap himself just thinking it. Besides, you don’t pick up women in a grocery store! It’s not a bar, it’s just not right.

Or maybe he was just afraid.

The next aisle was snacks. Couldn’t he use some snacks? To hell with fruit. He passed the specials at the end and stopped short of stepping into the next lane. He was standing next to the display sales at the end of the shelves. Something or other was on sale. I’m going full-on creep, he realized, and then he proceeded to casually lean over, pretending to grab one of the miscellaneous objects he wasn’t paying attention to, and peered down into the next aisle. It was indeed full of cereals and snacks. And a VERY feminine female.

“… Well they’ve got a million chips here! What kind? No, let’s start with what BRAND and go from there … Uh uh?” The woman paused, and took a half step back. “Kettle! Oh, I found that easy. They’re mostly gone. Ughh.”

The lady studied the shelf and then resignedly leaned over so she could peer at the selections stuck in the back. Bending at her hips, she had to balance on her heels as she craned her neck to see under the upper shelves to the back reaches of the hip-level shelves. Leaning that far forward was quite a feat with her physique. Max’s eyes somehow popped out less than her gargantuan breasts managed to.

Her breasts didn’t quite escape, but it was a near thing. Their overinflated wobbling was ever threatening, as she was nearly dragged off her feet before they settled rocking. Her shelf of tit dangled a good several feet below her as she looked. Max was given the side view of a jaw dropping cleavage. Their immense weight was apparent, taxing the poor dress to the max, but since it was so tight, they had very little room to maneuver in any direction except one.

“Oh my, pardon my tits! I nearly fell out of my dress. AH HAHA No, I promise I haven’t started drinking. Yet.” She giggled on the phone. “NO! It wouldn’t! That would give someone a black eye! Anyway, they’ve got sour cream and onion, barbeque, ranch (blegh), vinegar …”

Max swallowed hard and looked back to what he was picking up. He took his selection and threw it in his basket. Evidently, he had wanted some paper plates. At least they were on sale. He glanced back up to see the Red woman making her selection and straightening back up.

She erected herself and her chest settled back down into place, but they took the neck of her dress with them, distorting it. That much mass, they weren’t going to fall back down the tight fabric tube without a fight. There were brown, stretched moons rising over the dress neckline. Her areola! The sight was beyond sexy. They were VAST! Doing a quick estimate on the small fraction he could see (still, there was more exposed than most girls had in entirety), Max figured they had to be the size of pie tins. Each bigger than the plates he had just selected! Jeez-US. Her areola ALONE were more than a double handful! He was really, really warming up to the idea of gigantic bosoms.

“Hold on. Dress maintenance.” She was still on the phone.

Tossing her bag of chips into her basket, she took her free hand and reached over her bust, grabbing her dress neckline and hoisting it back up, with some difficulty. She was attempting to jiggle the neckline, hoping her breasts would settle further down. She was unsuccessful, but her chest swayed hypnotically with her efforts. She huffed and shouldered her phone to free her other hand, and forcefully shoved herself back down into her clothes. She went one breast at a time, her left hand holding her dress up, and her right hand sinking into the impossible globes as she compressed her front so she’d fit. She did, more or less, get her look back to where she started, hiding her areola from view once again. She even ran both hands over the front of her chest just to make sure that was the case, at least Max figured that was why. After her fixing, all the slack the dress had won was gone, and it was clear the dress was held up with nothing but the pressure of her braless beauties filling it beyond capacity.

A sixth sense told Maxwell it was time to look down, and he hurriedly rummaged through the shelf of plastic utensils next to the plates, aware that in the periphery, the exaggerated lady had turned towards him and was walking towards him.

“Crisis averted. What kind of meat did we decide on?” she said to the mysterious caller. “Pepperoni and cheese cubes? I think they have salami too.”

Too late, he realized he had leaned too far over and his own basket was sticking out into the aisle, in the woman’s way. Actually, in the way of her boobs, they were so wide, she wasn’t going to have enough room to scoot by him, although a normal girl would have been able to. But he was obstinately pretending he was unaware of her, because he had been standing and staring far too long already. If he fixed it now, it would be showing her he knew she was there.

“Oh boy, don’t get me started on ‘What cheese?’, or I’ll be here forever and miss the party entirely. OOF!” She clobbered his basket with her chest. She hadn’t been paying attention either! She had walked full stride into his groceries. Her weighty impact sent his basket rocking unexpectedly hard, taking his arm with it and causing him to stumble off balance.

“Gosh, I’m sooo sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I’m in a hurry! Bad combination, I know.” She was speaking to him! Those steel green eyes were looking right at him, she was holding the phone at an angle away from her mouth. “You’re OK, yeah? Good, sorries!” She swirled off, before he could muster a shocked response, but Max could have sworn he spotted a wicked smile on her lips before she turned.

“Yeah, I just bumped somebody … Is NOT! Hahaha Hey, no cookies for you.”

Max rather felt like he had been caught, despite his best efforts. It figures! A woman like that must be used to stares. With a rueful smile he righted himself up and nearly put the paper plates back, but figured he could use some. He blew it, didn’t he? He needed to make a joke right there. Apologize. Something. If he had been quicker, instead of an idiot, he could have seized that opportunity to break the ice. Sigh. Bread, check. Fruit, check. He had noodles and spices at home, so vegetables and meats were what he needed. He was going to make that stir fry, and had forgot about the vegetables! Oh, and milk. She had him all discombobulated. But that was over now, he had been knocked back to reality.

He tracked to the veggie section, looking at the asparagus. Not a bad selection, he could go for some greens. Maybe not for the stir fry, but brush these in some basting oil and roast them gently, it should be good. The stir fry could use some peppers, hmm, pea pods, mushrooms for sure, some baby corn.

“… How many people are even COMING? Honestly. I didn’t even know she was vegan! … You’re telling me …”

Max looked up to watch the lady in red bounce into the vegetable section. Her massive chest undulate, swaying the field of red dress back and forth as she wandered through, still talking on her phone. The corners of the tables were pretty abrupt, and some didn’t leave much room. She still wasn’t paying close attention, and the outer swell of her titanic left tit sent some broccoli heads bouncing to the floor, but she didn’t seem to notice.

He wondered at just how large she was. What was the measurement like? Did you still use inches and bra sizes, or was there something more medieval when you got too big? Like measuring her in watermelons. There was a few on display not too far from him, he figured it’d take quite a few to measure up to her. Holy mackerel. And he knew her areola was gigantic. Were her nipples too? Was it weird of him to be thinking about this? He should probably stop. Were strawberry sized nipples too small an estimate? Oranges too large?

“How about carrots and broccoli? Can she eat dip? … Har har, help me.”

She picked up a packet of broccoli and a packet of carrots, and looked down at her carriage. “Uh oh.” Unwilling to release her phone, she used her hips to level her hand carriage up on a table ledge so she could access it with her other hand. She had to hold it to her side just so she could see around her front. Max wondered what her view was like, an endless expanse of her own cleavage. But he saw what caused her dilemma. Her cart was already full of snacks and other goods! She had filled it since he had last looked, and she had nowhere to put the vegetables.

“Kinda runnin’ out of room here. We eat too much at these things. My arm is going to fall off.”

The lady chewed her lip for a moment, and then appeared to think better of it. There was no room on the table to fully place her basket, so she took it and rested in on the floor, bending at the knees instead of at the hips, else she would surely have fallen out this time. Even so, her preposterous assets mounded up against her legs, all the way up to her chin. Crouching as best as she could in her tight dress, she one handedly took the bulky package of cookies out of her basket to make room for the carrots and broccoli. After reorganizing and placing her new selections, she looked at the cookie package wistfully. He could see it written all over her face. She only had one free arm. Where to put the cookies? She could carry them, they both supposed. But it was about the size of a Frisbee, and several inches thick, so not so easy to carry.

“This place needs some CARTS, dammit!” Still on the phone.

With a brief glance over both shoulders, she lifted the cookie package up over her chest, and hastily stuffed them down the canyon between her giant breasts. Her cleavage was so tight and packed that the cookies didn’t want to go down at first, but she made a face and was able to thrust them down her dress. The plastic groaned and shrieked uncomfortably as it was quashed between her dugs, but she kept up the pressure as the box was seemingly absorbed by her endless décolletage. The new mass caused her to overflow her neckline even further as both the package and her arm disappeared down her creamy front. She pushed down until her arm disappeared to her elbow before she was satisfied, retrieving her arm with some difficulty from her dress, which was now that much snugger. The cookies were completely hidden, entirely swallowed by the depths of her bosom, and presumably being gently crushed between, but there was no outward visible trace of them.

She stood up hastily, taking her basket with her, and straightened out her dress from crouching. She looked up, catching Maxwell’s eye, and stared at him like a deer in headlights. She sort of smiled guiltily, and brought her free hand up to press a finger to her lips, “shhh”.

“ … So I’ve been bad,” she resumed to the caller. “I’ll tell you later … Haha, no, not like that! Jeez. You’re on pace to losing meat privileges, too!” The busty woman wandered off to another section of the store. “… I have more than I can carry already, so I hope we are at the end of this list! …”

Max looked at the watermelons he had seen earlier. She probably could have hidden one of THOSE down there, and still nobody would have been none the wiser! Though, that would have displaced more of her chest outside of the dress, and maybe even her …

Asparagus was good. Carrots, carrots were nice, he should go get some. He grabbed a few packs, and collected his odd stir fry materials. You know? If he ran into her again, maybe he should say something. If she rejected him, so what? He’d go home and watch his Napoleon special? He was gonna do that anyway. Though she’s on that phone, and it’s really quite rude to interrupt someone else’s phone call. Did he even have any kleptomania jokes? Probably not. ‘Hey, babe, I saw you do that thing with the cookies, but I don’t blame you. Everybody loves cookies and MILK!’ Eyugh, gross. He felt the need to apologize to himself for even thinking that line privately. Although milk, he still needed milk, and meat. That resided in the refrigerated section on the other side of the store, which really wasn’t that big anyhow. Maybe he would run into bosom girl again! And … there wasn’t much of a plan beyond that, but definitely, absolutely, do NOT say the thing you just thought of saying!

He stopped by the meat locker and grabbed two packages of ground beef, and then a pack of sirloin tips for her stir fry, then turned to the corner to the rest of the refrigerated aisle. Sure enough, in the fridge section, there she was, staring at the wall of juices behind the glass fridge doors. “ … I like the cranberry cocktails too. She makes these things, and UGH, they’re to die for. I just don’t want to run out, like last time … haha I’d like more than one, sure!! Cranberry it is.”

She was standing there with her phone in her left hand, held up to her left ear, and on her right arm, in the crook of her elbow was her carrying basket full of groceries. Probably quite heavy. Maybe that was his in! Should he offer to help?

“ … OK, I gotta go, you’re taking up one of my arms right now … What? No! Juice and platter, got it. See ya!”

She held the phone in front of her face to spot the hang up button, and then DROPPED her phone right there. It dropped only a few inches for a cushiony landing atop her shelf of bosom, beneath her chin. Max admired the brazenness of it. Certainly, the gadget wasn’t going anywhere. If it had to slide, it would slide into the cleavage crevasse, but that was too tight for it to fall through. Playing cards would have trouble slipping down. Tabletop boobs, she was simply that enormous.

With her now free left hand she reached for the door handle, then thought better of it. It opened to the right, anyhow. She used her grocery carrying arm to awkwardly grab the handle while balancing the basket. Max admired the difficultly this woman was having shopping through this store, quite set apart from her uniqueness. She got the door open, frosty air pouring out into the store, and she propped it with her leg, but she still couldn’t use the grocery arm to get the juice on the top shelf. And to get the necessary proximity for her left arm … she had to squish. Her two ginormously fat tits smothered the cold shelves in front of her, pushing juices and soy milks around as she struggled to compress her chest against the products so she could reach. She filled the pane and then some, her left breast even swelled out and smothered the handle of the door next to the one she was in. Her flattened breasts were simply asserting themselves in every direction.

“YayayayaYAYA COLLLLLD!!” The woman shuddered, her chest jiggling in her dress, causing the door itself to shiver in its hinges. She snatched the cranberry juice the moment it was in reach, and retreated instantly, shivering. The door attempted to slam shut but only managed to knock into her boobs, which effortlessly kept it open. She retreated a few more steps and the fridge pane swung shut with a satisfying thunk. She decided to just carry her juice. No room in the basket, and the cold item certainly wasn’t following the cookies!

Max fetched his own milk from the fridge at his end. How many times could he “accidentally” run into this woman and pretend not to be paying attention to her? He had to be getting close to the limit. She kept being busy or on the phone, darn it! He was figuring now was his best chance, else he might never get one again. He had not decided what to say, and was doing a rush job, when he realized she was standing there waiting for him. He closed the milk fridge door to find her looking at him, patiently four feet away, with her breasts closing much of the distance. She was grinning at him.

“Hi! Hey, I was wondering … You see, my hands are full and I really need to get one of those meat and cheese platters over there? Do you think you could help me, please? Here, it’s that one.” She gestured with the cranberry juice to a pizza sized tray loaded with assorted meats and cheeses.

He stared into those green eyes, dumbstruck. He hadn’t planned on her talking to HIM! Help! Somebody!

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINGGGGG “Oh dang!” the phone on her bust illuminated and started buzzing. “It’s just that I’m in a rush, I gotta get this, and I could use some help, thank you so much,” she continued to Max, as she placed the juice on her chest, winced at its coldness, and then scooped up the phone to her cheek. “What now?”

His lower peripheral vision was almost entirely consumed by her creamy chest, wobbling with her every enunciation. But there was something else. Two dark dents on the front of her dress, right where … oh man, THE COLD! Max wanted to look down more than anything but he couldn’t. Not when she was looking right at him. She smiled encouragingly at him. He just nodded dumbly at her, trying to absorb everything he was pretending not to see, and then fetched her platter. It WAS big and heavy.

“I found a platter, Mike.” Her caller’s name was Mike. So he knew something else, now. “If they can’t find something they like on THAT, then they’re suffering from an illness. In the case of the lactose intolerant, legitimate. In everyone else’s, mental illness.” She laughed cheerfully, top jiggling.

Max gestured with his head towards the counter and she nodded, smiling, and scooted him onwards with her groceries, ushering him to the front of the store.

“Excuse me!” she called, waking the old lady at the register. “Hi, can you check us out?” then she returned to her phone call.

“Wait, what? AW JEEZ I FORGOT. HOLD ON.” She held a hand over the phone, speaking to Max “Hey, could you look after my stuff, see that she scans it ok? Don’t accidentally pay for the platter. Thanks!” She dumped her grocery basket on the conveyor belt and turned back to the phone. “I’m going to get it now!!” She took off, and Max got to view her luscious back side, and the exciting back of her boobs once again as she rushed off to get … whatever it was. The clicking of her heels receded in the background.

The old woman watched her go in disbelief, then they shared a look that said WOW. Max laughed. Yeah, you’re telling me, lady, he thought. He unpacked and purchased his own products, before dutifully unpacking his new “friend’s” items. Still, this was a positive development. He was being Mr. Nice Guy, he could work with this. The old lady scanned her items and Max stood there a little uncertainly before taking out his credit card to pay for her stuff.

“HOLD IT! Whoa man, thanks, no seriously, but I can’t let you do that.” The lady in red arrived in the nick of time, carrying a tub of ice cream. She was bouncing HEAVILY even though she only walking quickly. Interestingly, she couldn’t swing her arms when she walked, lest she just continuously smack herself in the chest. The front of her dress was shifting by inches at a time, taken with the movement beneath. She was still on the phone, but was quite obviously talking to Max and the woman. “Here’s the last of my items.” She heaved the creamy milk tubs, and the ice cream over to the counter.

Max got a full eyeful this time. Fetching the ice cream had made her cold, too. Those nipples were like lemons, smuggled in her dress. Admittedly, he didn’t know they WEREN’T just lemons under her dress. The two protuberances on the massive landscape of her chest were hard and protruding, clearly difficult for the dress to handle, tenting the fabric and even casting their own shadows under the industrial light. He nearly swallowed hard just trying to comprehend their size. He could wrap his fist around each.

“Yes, I made it!” she said to Mike as she reached a few fingers down her front. Max was impressed, he thought she was going to take out the cookies and pay for them. Alas, only her wallet came out, and Max tried not to laugh. She fumbled for a credit card to hand the woman as the ice cream was scanned. “I’ll call ya back,” she said to the phone and clicked it off, dropping it on her bosomy shelf once more.

“Ugh,” she complained, “WHEN are they going to widen these darn things? Look out.” She was speaking to the old woman, now. Max retreated with his purchased goods, and watched the lady in the dress struggle through the counter.

Her problem was that her breasts were so very big. And the lane between registers was very not. Trying to walk by, her breasts would be compressed between the counter, and the wall of goods on the next counter. Gum and candy bars and mints. With a huff, the woman shoved herself down the aisle, scattering those last minute items for purchase like marbles. Her boobs billowed against both surfaces, mounding up towards her face. She raised her head so she could still over her chest. One entire box of gum crashed to the floor, and she stepped over it, looking back mournfully. “I’ve made a mess,” she said to the cashier. “AGAIN. But I don’t think I can clean it without making an even bigger one.” As if to emphasize her point, a metal prong could stand no longer and snapped clean off, taking a dozen hanging packages of tape with it to be scattered on the ground. “Whoops. Please tell them to widen these things! I’ve said it before, but it’s really getting harder and harder for me to get through here.”

The cashier looked at her in sympathy, before saying, “Yes, hun, you’re rather famous. I’ve heard stories, but I never believed.” The busty lady raised an eyebrow, and a smirk. “But these counters are bolted to the floor. They’re pretty ancient.”

The chesty woman’s smirk turned to a grimace. “Soon enough, I might accidentally UN-bolt them for you. That day is approaching!”

The cashier smiled tiredly and handed over the bags and receipt. “Have a nice day. Don’t forget your platter.” The cashier had set it aside, as it was too big and unwieldly to bag.

Max saw his options like a fork in the road. He KNEW where she was going to try and put that platter, and she could do it, too. She had managed with both the cranberry juice and her phone, but if he let her do that then he might miss this chance forever. He rushed over and got the meat and cheese tray for her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “You’re wonderful. Here come on, I’m just outside. Looks, it’s the red -” Her phone started ringing again. “Oh for goodness effin SAKE. They can’t do a thing without me! Parties can be so stressful.”

She led the way, and he had time to note in the short distance that she was actually much wider than he was. Shorter, certainly, but her elephantine front took up so much room. Not for the first time, he wondered how heavy those things were. The doors slid open for the both of them and she gestured to the car immediately in front of the shop, and popped it’s trunk with her keys. “In here, thank you so much, you’re the best. I better get this.” For her phone had started to beep with texts, apparently something urgent.

“What NOW?” she sighed into the phone. “WHAT! Ok throw it out and I’ll go back in for more hamburger. What else did you burn?” She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Hold on, before I go back in … If I leave these down there any longer, they’re going to be squashed flat.” She looked down at breasts, and Max followed suit. They were marvelous up this close, so BIG and soft and inviting. He would require a full arm to carry one, if he could manage it at all.

The woman plunged her whole arm down her front, groping for her package, and with some effort, she grasped what she had stored. “Uh oh. Contents under pressure,” she snickered. “We might be too late to save them.” Creaking and groaning piteously, the plastic package came up unwillingly, but she finally heaved the box of cookies out of the depths her cleavage. They both looked at them. The cookies were fine, but the box was in a bad way. Indeed, it looked like it was being crushed by some compactor.

She held out the cookies and put them on the platter Max was holding. “Well, they’re not crumbs or pancakes, I’ve had that happen, believe me, but I guess I still lose points for presentation. Thanks for not tattling on me, too!” She winked at him, and turned back to her phone. “Ok, tell me one more time, what do I need to buy again?”

As Maxwell slid the meat platter into the back of her car, he reflected on the strange shopping trip, and decided he had lost control of this situation. She was going to go back in and he could not think of a single reason why he could be expected to follow her. That DAMN phone! The WHOLE TIME! This was his chance. His LAST chance. Better than none at all.

Fumbling in his wallet, he extracted one of his personal cards and proffered it to her. On it was his number, and his cell, labelled clearly. She looked at him in surprise, took the card and read it in her hand. She held the phone away from her lips.

"Maxwell Duncan. Nice to meet you, I’m Rebecca. Thank you for your help, but sorry! I already have a boyfriend! Though he’s COMPLETELY useless.” She said that extra loud so whoever was on the phone could hear.

She studied the card more closely.

“Actually, you know what, I'll pass this number to my sister. She’s looking for a nice guy, but has had trouble meeting men for a long while now.” Rebecca grinned and straightened her back, pronouncing her chest. “She’s VERY pretty, but … she’s gotten much too big for shopping."