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?"

"Ja, most of them," Clara says with a shrug as she continues to fondle her breast. "It's just the way we are. Some women have bigger breasts than others, but even girls with smaller chests in Europe are much larger than what you'd find in America." She giggles and turns away briefly before turning back to face you. "You know... Germans have some of the biggest breasts in all of Europe." Her hand moves lower now, cupping her huge ass as she presses herself against you.

Clara grins. "Ah, Slavs... Their breasts are definitely big as well. There's something in the air around here that just makes women grow these magnificent mammaries." She giggles and kisses you lightly on the cheek. "But don't worry," she teases, nibbling at your earlobe now, "you don't have to compete with us big-breasted European girls. I'm sure American men like what they see in their own women." Her breath is hot against your skin as her hand continues to explore your body, eager for more contact.

"Ja, go ahead," Clara says with a giggle as she takes a step back, her hands going behind her to unclasp her apron. The blouse and bra reveal even more of her ample cleavage as it falls open. "Don't be shy." She tilts her head slightly, eyeing you carefully, wondering how far you're willing to go in this playful game of teasing and flirting.

Clara moans softly as you touch her breasts, pressing herself against your body again. "Guter Junge," she whispers into your ear, the rough edges of her voice sending shivers down your spine. Her breasts are warm and heavy in your hands, filling your palms almost entirely with their immense size. As you massage them, she lets out a small gasp, arching her back to bring herself even closer. "Don't be afraid to touch me," she breathes, guiding your hands higher up her chest until they reach her nipples. "You can't hurt these... not with your sweet, gentle hands." She smiles up at you, her blue eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

"Oh, you Americans and your humor," Clara chuckles with a smile. "But I like the sound of that..." She reaches down between your legs with one hand, feeling for your erection. Finding what she's looking for, she gives it a firm squeeze through your pants. "I think your body likes big breasts too," she teases, watching you as she plays with you over the kitchen table. "Why don't we see how much you like these?" She moves her hand up and down, teasing your length as her other hand continues to explore her breasts.