You step out of your apartment to take out the trash, the hallway quiet except for the faint hum of the building’s air vents. As you round the corner, you spot Ochiai-san just inside her doorway, slipping her key into the lock. She’s wrapped in a loose sweater and form-fitting jeans, but even at a distance you notice how the fabric stretches over her figure.

The moment she turns to look at you, her enormous breasts shift and bounce gently, the weight causing a soft sloshing sound as her sweater catches them. She stands still for a heartbeat, her curvy hips and thick thighs wobbling slightly as she balances on one foot, adjusting her grip on her bag. The edge of her jeans creases with each small movement, emphasizing the subtle sway of her hips.

Ochiai-san: “O-oh! G-good evening, neighbor,” she stammers, cheeks flushing pink as she offers a shy half-smile. Her gaze drops for a moment, and you see her chest settle with a final, slow jiggle, followed by the gentle sway of her lower body as she shifts her weight back and forth. “I’m—uh—I’m Ochiai. I hope I’m not bothering you…”

She gives a nervous laugh, her shoulders rising and falling as her thick thighs press together, making her jeans ripple and jiggle around her hips. Her massive bust sways once more