Peach’s phone buzzed. Curious, he slipped it out of his pocket and saw it was a call from someone he wasn’t expecting.

“Joelle?”

“Allô, Peach!” the voice on the other end chirped. “I am in the neighborhood again! Comment ça va?”

“Oh, um, ça va bien,” Peach smiled, remembering his french. “Wait, you’re back again?” Joelle had come to Peach’s school on exchange for a semester, and the two of them quickly became friends, sharing their interests and spending many steamy nights together.

“Ouais, for just a brief visit. Why don’t we meet at the park?”

“Sounds good!”

Peach made his way to the park and strolled along the shady paths, looking for his friend. He spotted a busty, bespectacled redhead sitting on a bench, eyes glued to a phone. It certainly looked like Joelle, but he didn’t have breasts when he went back to France! Peach approached, intrigued. The redhead looked up.

“Peach!” Joelle beamed, giving Peach a big hug… and squeezing those soft melons against Peach’s chest. He kissed Peach’s cheeks. “Oh, it’s been so long.”

“Whoa, Joelle?” Peach gasped, astonished. He hugged back, his cock swelling a little at the sensation of his friend’s boobs. “This is… I mean, you look great!”

“Thank you,” Joelle said with a smile as they sat back down together. “You look wonderful too! Are you still taking ballet classes?”

“Kinda. I still dance, if that’s what you mean,” Peach grinned. “But look at you! Are these implants?”

“Oh, you like them?” Joelle giggled. He cupped his breasts, bouncing them enticingly at Peach. “Feel for yourself, mon chou…”

Peach ran his hands over the smooth, fleshy globes, his cock surging a little more. They were pillowy and soft, and Joelle let out a soft moan as the blonde squeezed them. Emboldened, Peach slid his fingers into Joelle’s top, toying with the dark, rounded nipples. Joelle’s legs parted and Peach saw the redhead’s skirt lifting, revealing his cock peeking out from beneath the fabric.

Joelle, his face flushed from the attention, slipped his hands down Peach’s stomach and fondled his crotch, deftly snapping open Peach’s fly and taking his slender cock in hand, stroking it to erection. Peach moaned in response, his fingers crawling lower… and he blinked in confusion as he felt a seam.

“Are these fake?” Peach furrowed his brow.

“Mmmm, a little,” Joelle purred. He continued to gently stroke Peach’s cock. “They are designed specially to give you the sensation of having breasts – all sensation. I can feel your hands right now.” The redhead gasped as Peach tweaked his nipple. “Oh… It is part of why I am here. Do you want to see?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Peach said, curious and aroused. They got to their feet and Joelle took Peach’s hand, leading him downtown. Joelle explained that his cousin had opened up a specialty import shop here in town and Joelle had taken the opportunity for a vacation. They arrived at a small, unassuming boutique. A sign with the word “Galocher” written in delicate cursive hung over the door. The blonde pointed at the name. “What’s it mean?”

Joelle looked at Peach for a moment, then leaned in, deftly pressing his lips to the blonde’s. Peach was surprised for a moment, but warmed up to the kiss as Joelle draped his arms around his neck. Joelle’s lips parted, his tongue sliding out to moisten Peach’s lips and slip in his mouth. Peach responded, his arms sliding around the redhead’s back, his own tongue prodding forward to roll and dance with Joelle’s. He marveled at the sensation of those soft, warm tits pressing against him and moaned into Joelle’s mouth, lost in the moment, feeling his cock swell against Joelle’s thigh.

“Mmmm, that is what,” Joelle purred, giving Peach’s lips one last lick. He opened the door and waved to the woman at the counter. “Salut, Michele! Puis-je montrer mon ami la collection spéciale?”

“Ah, oui, allez-y, Joelle.” She waved the two in. Joelle led Peach past a curtain into a room with a display of different-sized pairs of breasts.

“You see? Sexy, non?” Joelle smiled. “They were only recently produced in Europe… and my cousin brought them here. Would you like to try on a pair?”

Peach’s eyes roved over the breasts, his cock already stiff at the thought of a pair of his own tits. The bottom pair were big. Bigger than Joelle’s, maybe even bigger than Aunt Charlie’s, with inverted nipples… The middle pair were much smaller, but were capped with perky, puffy nipples. Peach wondered just how sensitive they were. The top pair seemed to be a balance between the two: not as big as the big ones, with gently rounded nipples.

“Mmmh, I can’t decide…”