That's too big of a secret to keep(and big being an understatement), but then I remembered Johnny_Swell's sketch and I'm like "hey, I just ran into her!"
She had a motive in inviting us up to her room, and it's not what you would think: it was because she can hardly dress herself at this point and she seriously needed help getting into her swimsuit. I think the pool was her mission and we got played. I'll tell you though, that swimsuit was not wanting to accomidate her insanely massive bustline, no swimsuit would, not outrageously ginormous juggs like hers anyway. It was like trying to stuff two water beds into a tube sock. She said someone had modified it for her in the back, but I could hear it tearing as we pulled and struggled to get it up and over her galactic rack. It was made of a stretchy material but you could see the upper half was being stretched beyond the manufactures design limits especially when the material becomes so taut that light passes thru it and it's springiness is completely gone. Her about to blow overfilled gozongas were fighting back every step of the way, and at well over twenty pounds a piece they can put up quite the serious fight. Each oversized and about to explode tit had to be settled in individually and with all the care of handling nitroglycerin, and once you got one massive galactic maga orb into place and finally tucked in and secured in it's overstressed sling the other doesn't want to go in or would pop back out, so a little ripping was needed for extra give. Her enormous tits were not liking it one bit and actually seemed like they were bucking and kicking, but it was just their way overfilled internal mass sloshing back and forth. Seriously, this super titted girl will be killed by her own tits in an earthquake someday, because once her behemoths get a rock'n and a roll'n they are almost impossible to stop. It takes more than two hands, anyway. And, that's why she moves very slowly. It's to keep the motion of her ocean in check...