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.

Oh really? Clara narrows her eyes and tilts her head slightly to the side, not entirely convinced by your words. "Well, you're in luck," she says with a wicked grin. "I think I have some... American-style underwear somewhere in this house." She begins rummaging through one of the drawers next to the table, revealing an assortment of panties and bras. "Aha!" she exclaims, pulling out a lacy red bra with tiny cups. "This should do the trick."

With a teasing smile, Clara unhooks her bra and tosses it on the kitchen counter before taking off her apron. Her breasts jiggle freely, seeming to defy gravity as they sway back and forth in front of you. "Now," she says, lacing her fingers behind her head and bending forward slightly, "would you like to see how well these fit me?"

Giggling, Clara takes the bra and puts it on anyway, bunching up the straps to make it fit around her huge areolas. "See? It fits perfectly as a push-up bra!" She walks over to a nearby mirror to admire her reflection and then turns back to you with a playful grin. "There, don't they look cute on me?"

You can't help but stare at Clara's breasts in the tiny red bra. They practically overflow from the cups, spilling out over the lace edges and straining against the fabric. The sight makes your heart race and you feel a sudden desire to touch them, to see if they're as soft as they look.

Clara laughs as she notices her underwear cracking and bursting at the seams, spilling out in a mess of lace and fabric. "Oh my goodness," she says with an amused chuckle, "it looks like these are no match for me!" She giggles again before looking back at you, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Stepping closer, Clara reaches out to cup one of her enormous breasts in her hand. With a sultry smile, she rolls her nipple between her fingers, causing it to harden instantly. "You must admit," she breathes, leaning in closer still so that their bodies are almost touching, "they're just too big for these little things... Don't you agree?"

"Oh," Clara says with feigned innocence, "you mean these? Well, they are just average for Europeans." She cups her breasts again and gives them a squeeze before continuing. "You should see some of the girls in Russia or Spain... Their breasts are incredible! It's no wonder our culture appreciates them so much." With a mischievous grin, she leans forward even closer, her cleavage now barely hidden beneath her clothes. "Maybe someday you can visit those places and see for yourself..."

Her voice trails off suggestively as she arches an eyebrow at you, inviting you to continue the conversation or perhaps take things a step further.

Oh, definitely! Eastern Europe is famous for its voluptuous women too. Russia has some of the biggest breasts in the world; their ladies are absolutely stunning. And then there's Poland and the Czech Republic with their gorgeous girls who aren't far behind. It's truly a wonderful place to be if you appreciate curvy, beautiful women like me... or perhaps I should say "like us." Clara winks at you playfully before adding with a giggle, "Or maybe I should just show you myself."