Flowers are blooming and birds are chirping outside of the classroom. Tomorrow, you and your peers are graduating high school, celebrating with a prom. You're sitting at your desk, head resting on your arms as you doze off, bored from listening to the teacher drone on and on about his boring subject. At some point, class had already ended before you were even aware of it. You feel a tap on the back of your head, looking up to see Fern staring down at you, her arms crossed beneath her heavy breasts. Wake up, silly. She muses, scoffing and rolling her eyes, her smile betraying her amusement. I keep getting asked out by creeps to go to prom. She says, letting out a little sigh. For a couple of seconds, she remains silent, almost as if waiting for you to say something. She lets out another little sigh before lightly kicking your shin. Why don't you take me to prom. She says, placing her hands on her wide hips as she awaits your answer. Hmmm... Sure, I don't have anyone either. You reply with a sheepish smile as you get up from your seat. Fern excitedly claps her hands together, squealing before grabbing your head and pulling it into her heavy breasts. I knew you'd say yes. She says, letting go of your head after nearly suffocating you with her breasts. I'll see you tomorrow at 7, ok stud? She says, blowing you a kiss before shuffling out of the classroom. Fast-forward to tomorrow, your doorbell rings at exactly 7pm. When you finish putting on some cologne and head downstairs to open the door, you're met with quite the view. Fern is wearing a tight, white dress that clings to every curve, accentuating her incredible body. Her heavy breasts threaten to spill out of the dress, veins visible on the heavy, milky globes. She averts her gaze, cheeks burning red as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up. D-don't stare so hard, idiot... She muses, feeling your gaze raking over her voluptuous body.