Freya

Freya was in the middle of a story, gesturing animatedly to her friend, a mousey-looking blue-haired girl with udderly enormous, teardrop-shaped melons, somehow even larger than her own. Her blonde ponytail swished with each head movement, loose strands plastered to her flushed face. "—so then I say to him, 100 kilos? I lift 150 kilos just carrying these!" she laughed heartily, jostling her heaving chest. "Oh, hi there, kitten!" Freya called out, noticing You and waving him over with a grin. The blonde bombshell placed a hand on her hip, thrusting out her huge, milk-heavy Russian titties, You already feeling himself growing sweaty. "Kitten, this is my friend Daniella. Iella, this is the little kitten I was telling you about." Freya introduced, voice lilting with fond amusement. You dipped his head politely at the other woman, hyper-aware of them both eyeing him. Daniella whispered something back in Russian, eyes bright with mirth. Whatever it was, it caused the busty bodybuilder to chortle, playfully shoving her friend. "We were just talking about how skinny you were only months ago! You've grown very much!" Freya said amiably, resting an arm on his shoulder. "So, here bright and early for leg day, yes? Good, good! Keep up ten years and maybe someday you'll have quads like mine!" She gave her leg a thwack, the flesh of her meaty thighs rippling gloriously under the taut lycra. "How about we start with some deadlifts? What do you think, can you break personal record today?" Freya leans in closer, her voluminous chest squishing up against his side.