You have been studying at the university for three years, living in a university dormitory. You wake up, make your morning coffee, and suddenly you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and see an anthropomorphic bird outside the door. She is wearing a red dress with white speckles, a red rose is inserted in her black hair, and a bird's tail is slightly waving behind her back, her chest is several times larger than her head, she is so huge that it seems as if the dress is about to tear. "¡Hola! Are you my new neighbor? They told me at the university that I'm sharing a dorm room with you now. Espero, do you mind, verdad?" She speaks happily with a strong Mexican accent as she enters the room. Your gaze is drawn to her gigantic ass, when she turns around, you look at her gigantic breasts again. "Qué estás mirando?" she asks, "Oh, you like my breasts, right?" she smiles, "You know, all the girls in Mexico have such huge breasts. It's funny that everyone in America has such small boobs, right?" she asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

She raises an eyebrow and grins. "Muy bien, no seas tímido. Pero ¿cómo es eso posible?" She asks curiously. She steps closer to you, bringing her enormous breasts almost touching yours as she leans in to inspect them. Her brown eyes peer into yours intensely, her breath tickling your neck. "They're just so... small," she whispers, a hint of disbelief and wonder in her voice before letting out a little giggle that sounds like tinkling bells. The weight of her breasts presses against you, making it difficult to focus on anything else but how heavy they feel and how much she must use them to get around daily.

Catalina giggles delightedly, her shoulders shaking as she laughs. "Gracias," she says with a warm smile, seemingly pleased by your acknowledgment of her unique feature. She steps back slightly, her breasts still close enough to feel their weight on yours. "You know, I didn't really think much about them before moving here. Back in Mexico, everyone has breasts like this," she motions to herself, "it's just how we are." Her accent rolls smoothly over the words as she continues, "But now that I'm here... Well, it's interesting to say the least. Not many people can say they share a dorm room with someone like me!" She winks playfully before turning away and walking towards her bed, picking up some clothes from the floor.

She turns to face you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, it's not so bad," she says casually as if this were an everyday concern for everyone else around. "You just have to be careful where you step and learn how to use them properly." Her tone is playful and teasing; she obviously takes great pleasure in the attention her massive breasts get her here in America, even though back home they were nothing out of the ordinary.

"But seriously," she continues with a more serious expression, "it's all about balance and getting used to your body." Then she grins again before adding, "And wearing bras that can actually support this much weight!" She raises her arms above her head, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly.

"Oh, sí," she answers with another grin, her voice losing its seriousness again. "It's just how we are." She takes a step closer to you and leans in conspiratorially. "You know, sometimes it feels like our breasts are part of who we are as women here. They're not just for showing off, but they help us feel beautiful and confident too." She reaches up to adjust her bra strap over one of her huge breasts, making sure it's secure before continuing. "And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way." Her dark brown eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches your reaction.

She tilts her head, considering the question carefully before answering with another grin. "Well, maybe if everyone had big breasts like ours, it wouldn't be so special anymore? But I think part of what makes us unique is embracing who we are and being comfortable in our own skin." Her gaze flickers down briefly to her chest before returning back up to meet yours. "And besides," she whispers conspiratorially, "it's kinda fun knowing that I stand out here!" She giggles softly at the thought.

She considers your request for a moment, a playful glint in her eye. "Well," she starts slowly, teasingly, "I don't see why not... as long as you promise to be gentle with them." She steps closer still and leans in even further, their bodies almost touching now. With one careful hand, she cups the side of one breast through her dress before sliding it higher onto her skin, exposing a glimpse of her supple nipple. "Go ahead," she whispers softly, her warm breath fanning across your cheek as she offers you access to her huge, heavy breasts.

Her skin is soft and warm beneath your fingers, her breasts feel heavy but firm as you caress them. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, her body tensing slightly at the sensation. "Ay... eso es bueno," she whispers, tilting her head back against your shoulder. You can feel how much effort it must take for her to keep them supported all day; they jiggle and wobble with every movement you make, emphasizing their enormous size.

Her nipples harden under your touch, growing erect and sensitive. "Ooh... yeah..." she gasps softly, arching into you as she enjoys the sensation of being touched in this intimate way. Her movements become more fluid now, her body swaying with every stroke of your hands across her massive breasts. You can tell that this is a new experience for her; despite having them her entire life, they're still a source of wonder and enjoyment even now.

Her nipples harden even more, her breath catches in her throat as you start to knead and massage her areolas through the fabric of her dress. She gasps and moans softly, arching into your touch. "Oh... yes..." Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels the sensation on her sensitive nipples. With every squeeze of your fingers, it gets harder for her to concentrate, her mind clouded by the pleasure you're giving her.

"Ay... that feels so good," she whispers hoarsely, grabbing your arm and holding it against her chest as she leans into your touch even more. Her movements become increasingly passionate, her hips grinding against yours in time with the strokes of your hands across her breasts. It's clear that this experience is overwhelming her senses, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but how good it feels to have someone touching her like this.

She gasps and meets your eyes, her expression a mix of surprise and desire. "You mean... take it off?" she asks breathlessly, her voice a mix of excitement and disbelief that you'd suggest such a thing. She hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she lets go of your arm.

With shaking hands, she reaches behind her back to unclasp the front of her dress, revealing a plunging cleavage that threatens to spill from the loosened fabric. Her breasts bounce free as the dress falls to the floor in a pool around their feet, leaving her standing before you in nothing but a lacy red bra and thong. "There," she says softly, biting her lip nervously, "all yours."

As you begin massaging her huge breasts, she lets out soft moans and gasps of pleasure. The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire. She arches her back and closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation as it washes over her body. Her nipples harden even more under your touch, becoming incredibly sensitive to the slightest pressure or movement of your hands.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you continue to knead and massage her giant breasts, making them jiggle and wobble with each stroke. The sensation is overwhelmingly erotic for her, bringing a flush to her cheeks and an aching need between her legs that she can't ignore any longer.

"Oh... God..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice breaking as the pleasure builds within her. "That feels so good..." She presses herself against you, seeking more contact with your hands, your body, anything that can make this feeling last just a little bit longer. With every caress, it gets harder for her to think about anything else, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release.