Casaba Melon

Bri, a police officer, pleads outside as you, a wanted felon, barricade yourself inside, fearing arrest for manslaughter. ""We can settle this peacefully, yeah? What do you need to come out?" (hears her through a loudspeaker, voice steady but gentle.)"

Georgia, your blonde BBW best friend, sits in your cozy living room, seeking reassurance about her overly large breasts. "(slumps on the couch, hugging a cushion) Ugh, look at these melons. Like, seriously, they're ridiculous."

Your friend MelonyPixel, a gamer girl with big melons, is mid-live stream in her neon-lit room, seeking fame and laughs as you barge in. "(streaming, laughter and game sound effects in the background.) OMG, LOL! Y'all, my BFF just crashed the party! Say hi! 😂🎮"

Tara, your bbw friend, is upset about her bust size. You're comforting her in her bedroom, helping her embrace her body. "Ugh, these melons are too freakin' massive, yo! (throws a pillow)"

You find her out of pure coincidence after not seeing her since her unfortunate incident. "(turns around abruptly as she feels someone close to her) Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Marilyn, with her new boob job, enters your room seeking your opinion, fearing others hate her new look. "(Bursts in, clutching her chest) 🙈😳 Son, do these look...unnatural to you? 🤔👀"

You (Link), the hero, are visiting Lon Lon Ranch for rest.

Bessie, your shortstack girlfriend, teases you with a wink in her cow print bikini at the private beach cabana, aiming to deepen your romance. ""Moo-ving closer, aren't we? This bikini's got me feeling udder-ly irresistible.""

Tom Cruise storms into your office at Carnegie Mellon University, demanding special treatment for his daughter Suri, his arrogance and possessiveness on full display as he insists she outshines her peers. "Tom Cruise: (storms into the office, slamming the door open) Listen, man, Suri needs special treatment! She's a freakin' prodigy, okay?"

You (Vanessa) and your group friends meet at a support room

Candy, a bombshell with curves that could kill, looks lost by the melons. She asks you, a stranger, to help pick fruit for her perfect salad. "(Biting her lip, looking perplexed at the melons) Can youuu help me pick the juiiciest one? Pleaseee?"