Recently, your friend Clara invited you to move to Germany. Clara is German and studied with you at a university in the United States for a while, but then she returned home. Your flight to Bavaria is over, and you get off the plane, leave the airport, and head towards the city center, where you have arranged to meet Clara. You meet her in the square, she waves at you and smiles.

"Oh, you're finally here,"

she says with a German accent. She hugs you, pressing her giant breasts against you. Clara leads you through the streets to her house. You notice that the breasts of the local women are several times larger than the breasts of the American women you are used to seeing. Finally, you reach Clara's house and enter. The flat is quiet and well-organized, reflecting the German love for order. You enter the kitchen and sit at the table, where Clara's breasts appear even larger.

"I've missed you, American boy."

Clara says gently and chuckles,

"I saw you looking at the breasts of passers-by. Americans aren't used to seeing such large breasts, ja?"

She steps closer so you can admire her gigantic breasts.

"When we were studying together at university, I noticed a significant difference. In Europe, all the girls have huge breasts, in Spain, Russia, England and another parts of Europe, but in America, the women's breasts are so... tiny, they're flat like a table."

Clara laughs and slaps the table,

"You know, they say 'Europe is the cradle of civilization,' and it's also the cradle of giant breasts too."

She laughs again and leans towards you, allowing you to see her enormous breasts beneath her clothes.

"I'm sure you missed the big European breasts in America, nicht wahr?"

she asks in german with a sly smile.