Which meant that her mighty mongoose melons couldn’t be described as anything less than ‘prodigious’.
Melody had been a bra-breaker since she was very young, and it definitely showed: her giant golden hugbumpers were immediately identifiable as being much bigger than her own head. For this beach visit, she had put on one of her favourite tops: a green-and-black number that, to be honest, she was quickly outgrowing.
It was, after all, only an XL.
She sat down on the low wall overlooking the beach and waited for the other two.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long for some company.
“Hi Melody!”
It was Belle D’Coolette, daughter of Freedom Fighters Bunnie Rabbot and Antoine D’Coolette.
A curly mop of golden blonde hair cascaded down her back, and strands of it framed her beautiful face… and spiraled to an end somewhere around her cleavage.
This rabbit had been blessed with an utterly ridiculous rack, a big shelf of titty that, as she sat down on the wall beside Melody, bounced and jostled inside her top, before finally coming to rest on her lap.
They were contained (barely) in a peach-coloured top that had belonged to her mother when she was younger. It had supported Bunnie Rabbot’s giant milk jugs, and now they supported her daughter’s.
“So, how are y’all?” Belle said, a Southern twang evident in her voice, another thing she’d inherited from her mother.
“Mmm, I’m alright.” said Melody, turning to look at her fellow Freedom Fighter. “Just waiting for Lara. What’s the time?”
In response, the rabbit plunged her hand into her cleavage, sinking up to her elbow in them before pulling her hand back up, gripping a cell phone. Clicking a button on the face of it with her hand, she responded:
“Well, it’s 10:17, jus’ now...”
“...which makes Lara late.” finished Melody.
WHUMPF
All of a sudden, both girls were nearly forced off of the low wall as they were each hit squarely in the back by what felt like a wrecking ball. They quickly scooted over, and saw that they had nearly been bounced onto the sand by two huge, red space hoppers.
Finally, Lara-Su was here.
“Hi girls!” she said brightly, as though her tits had not nearly concussed her friends. “Sorry I’m late!”
If Melody and Belle were queens of cleavage, then Lara-Su of the House of Edmund was an utter goddess of it.
The dark chocolate bikini top that she’d put on was the biggest that she could find, and yet it couldn’t even hide the whole of her areolae, let alone any significant amount of her stupendous pillows as they strained against the fabric.
Before they could answer, Lara put her arm around the necks of her friends and pulled them in for a hug. Unfortunately for them, the echidna was insanely strong, and so it was less of a hug and more like her forcing Melody and Belle to get a faceful of her tits.
“Mmmrpgh!”
“Hrrrmph!”
Lara let them go, and they sprang back into an upright seated position, gasping for air.
They had hardly gotten some oxygen back into their lungs, when Lara grabbed them both by the arm and started dragging them towards the sand.
“OK, anyone fancy a dip?”
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