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Jack and Diane set out that morning to hike the Grand Canyon. Jack had been out with Diane a couple of times and was more interested in Diane than in actually hiking. Diane claimed she loved to hike, but she was so top-heavy from CS (Chounyuu Syndrome), Jack wasn't expecting too much in strenuous hiking.

Diane astonished Jack that morning with her hiking gear. Boots, wool socks, backpack, canteen, cargo shorts, and a giant ARMY shirt to cover her colossal bust. Diane was ready to go. Diane took the lead. Well, her boobs took the lead. Jack was impressed that she could even see where she was going. Her decolletage seemed to block eighty percent of her field of vision. Diane was a walking CS miracle. At 5'4", she was just tall enough to keep her mammaries off the ground, and that was by leaning back a bit. As she bobbled her way down the canyon trail, he observed that she probably had to squeeze through doors, one boob at a time. He's seen CS girls on TV, but in real life, holy shit.

'Ouch!' Diane winced. She turned to Jack and pleaded, 'Let's stop for a bit. I need a break.'

They pulled off the trail, and Jack observed Diane rubbing the underside of her right tit. Diane explained, 'I hit a rock with my boob.'

Jack just smiled, not knowing what to say.

'Sometimes I hate being so big. I don't mind being busty. But this freaking big?' Diane absent-mindedly squeezed her boobs.

'Is there anything I could do for you there? Jack offered.

Diane asked if he could rub a bit of salve on the offended area of her right boob. Jack had to admit she took quite a scrape. So, the young hikers began the hottest first aid session in Arizona history. Diane trembled in a strange mix of pain and excitement. Jack grew a saguaro cactus in his pants. She looked over and giggled. Jack blushed and stated that they needed to get to the North Rim before nightfall.

After a few hours, they made it to the river. Jack was even more impressed watching Diane go uphill than downhill. It didn't slow her down a bit. Jack imagined trying to haul an extra couple of hundred pounds uphill and got exhausted even thinking about it.

They set up camp, two separate pup tents, and a campfire with only twenty minutes before sunset left. They tossed a couple of aluminum foil wrapped rations on the fire and ate. Jack looked over at Diane's bosom. Diane looked at Jack's saguaro cactus, and before you knew it, they were at it like a pair of rabid javelinas.

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Jack and Diane set out that morning to hike the Grand Canyon. Jack had been out with Diane a couple of times and was more interested in Diane than in actually hiking. Diane claimed she loved to hike, but she was so top-heavy from CS (Chounyuu Syndrome), Jack wasn't expecting too much in strenuous hiking.

Diane astonished Jack that morning with her hiking gear. Boots, wool socks, backpack, canteen, cargo shorts, and a giant ARMY shirt to cover her colossal bust. Diane was ready to go. Diane took the lead. Well, her boobs took the lead. Jack was impressed that she could even see where she was going. Her decolletage seemed to block eighty percent of her field of vision. Diane was a walking CS miracle. At 5'4", she was just tall enough to keep her mammaries off the ground, and that was by leaning back a bit. As she bobbled her way down the canyon trail, he observed that she probably had to squeeze through doors, one boob at a time. He's seen CS girls on TV, but in real life, holy shit.

'Ouch!' Diane winced. She turned to Jack and pleaded, 'Let's stop for a bit. I need a break.'

They pulled off the trail, and Jack observed Diane rubbing the underside of her right tit. Diane explained, 'I hit a rock with my boob.'

Jack just smiled, not knowing what to say.

'Sometimes I hate being so big. I don't mind being busty. But this freaking big?' Diane absent-mindedly squeezed her boobs.

'Is there anything I could do for you there? Jack offered.

Diane asked if he could rub a bit of salve on the offended area of her right boob. Jack had to admit she took quite a scrape. So, the young hikers began the hottest first aid session in Arizona history. Diane trembled in a strange mix of pain and excitement. Jack grew a saguaro cactus in his pants. She looked over and giggled. Jack blushed and stated that they needed to get to the North Rim before nightfall.

After a few hours, they made it to the river. Jack was even more impressed watching Diane go uphill than downhill. It didn't slow her down a bit. Jack imagined trying to haul an extra couple of hundred pounds uphill and got exhausted even thinking about it.

They set up camp, two separate pup tents, and a campfire with only twenty minutes before sunset left. They tossed a couple of aluminum foil wrapped rations on the fire and ate. Jack looked over at Diane's bosom. Diane looked at Jack's saguaro cactus, and before you knew it, they were at it like a pair of rabid javelinas.