Support Problems

Wendy and I sat on the floor of my apartment opening bags and packages that we had just acquired from our recent trip to the mall. Wendy bought some nice little outfits that fit her slender little frame. “I really like that,” I said pointing to the knit mock-turtleneck top (in her favorite color red) she held up to herself. “Want to try it on?” she said jokingly knowing I was far from any size relatively close to Petite. “Riiight. I might get it over my head, but that is about it,” I said tapping my hand on one of my jutting boobs that pushed against the white buttondown blouse I was wearing.

I opened a bag and pulled out three huge brassieres that were all neatly folded. I placed two on top of the shelf my boobs made (sometimes it was nice to have a portable personal “tabletop” to put my stuff on). The other bra I unfurled before me. It was a big lacey one, pink in color, 10-hooks, extra wide straps and padding where my nipples would rest. (As with my breasts of late, as they had gotten bigger so had my nipples…and it seemed the larger I got the more sensitive I became!)

“Geesh, Helia. How big do they make those things?” Wendy said looking at the huge bra I held that would, if I were to put it on, contain my big boobies. “My seamstress has never ceased to amaze me nor has yet told me she can’t make my bras any bigger. Good thing for me, ay?” I said with a sigh. “What are those things on the side of the cups near where the straps start? They look like raised patches of fabric or something,” Wendy asked. “Actually, they are little pouches that contain small amounts of helium. Now, with my breasts permanently gigantic, I have little pockets throughout the bra cups that are filled with helium to give me added support. By pressing the packets on the sides of the cups I can add a little more support as I need it,” I told my curious friend. “How much air is in those packets?” Wendy asked. I shrugged making my huge 98-inch boobs bounce; the two bras that had been resting on my chest fell to the floor. “I was told it is super condensed helium enough to fill up a few truck tires,” I said tapping on one of the packets. According to my seamstress it would take a good solid squeeze to send a little bit of helium into the special lining of the bra.

Wendy shrugged. “Well, I guess you need it, girlfriend. Those puppies aren’t getting any smaller,” she said. “Oh, I almost forgot, Arlene’s brother has been asking about you.”

I put the new bras away and started digging out the rest of my new store-bought stuff. “Timmy?” “Yup. When I’ve been over visiting Arlene’s mom he came up and asked me if I would give him your number and ask you if you’d go out with him,” Wendy said quite casually as if talking about any other guy. “WHAT? Isn’t he like 14 or something?” I exclaimed. Plus, I thought, he was Arlene’s baby brother. Arlene didn’t like me due to her boyfriend’s always seemed to migrate towards me when we met. “No no no. He’s…er…19. Well, I think his birthday is in a few months,” Wendy stated.

“I’m not sure. Me and Timmy? I’m sure Arlene would be filled with joy knowing I went out with her little brother.” I said sarcastically. Wendy said, “He already said she doesn’t know anything about his crush on you.” I blushed a little at that. “Arlene is pretty hard on him I know. Always calling him a big geek. He is sort of geekish but…” I thought about it. “Okay.” “Good! I told him to pick you up at 7 tonight,” Wendy said snickering. “WENDY!!” I exclaimed. She could be such a rascal. Wendy knew I’d say yes to any potential opportunity to DATE...knowing how hard it was for me to find a guy who wasn’t afraid of my giant bust size.

* * * *

I dressed in my white blouse and some tight jeans. Beneath the sweater I had on one of my new bras…a big black one. It was a little itchy for some reason and I kept trying to adjust my boobs in the big cups. It felt like something was poking me on both sides of my little boobies. Seven o’clock rolled around and no one showed. Fifteen minutes later, still nothing. After thirty minutes I figured the little dweeb wasn’t going to show. I figured it made sense since he was related to Arlene who liked to pull practical jokes on me to be cruel. It was probably all Arlene’s idea to talk her brother into bothering Wendy and to make me think he wanted to go out with me.

At a quarter to eight, the door buzzer buzzed. I got off the couch I was about falling asleep on and went to answer the call. “Yes?” “Hi, H-Helia. It’s m-me...T-Timmy. S-sorry I am l-late.” For a second I wasn’t going to buzz him in. “Come on in,” I said pressing the button to unlock the downstairs door. A moment later I heard the steady clomp of feet up the stairway, then a knock on my apartment door.

I opened to the door to find a skinny guy in a ruffled wrinkly shirt standing there. He was a few inches taller than me (which made him about 5-8). He had a good case of acne on his face. He had a dark peach fuzz mustache on his upper lip. His short dark hair was combed against his skull and greased down flat. “Hi, Timmy. Gosh, I haven’t seen you since you were in grade school,” I said letting him in. He was carrying a big picnic basket. Timmy kept staring at my chest as he came inside. “I-I haven’t s-seen you in a w-while either. Boy, y-you sure l-look b-bigger...um...I mean, n-nice,” Timmy stuttered turning a bit red. I placed my hands on the tops of my boobs and looked at them. “Well, I guess you could say 98-inch hooters are pretty big,” I giggled. I could feel my nipples swelling and pressing against the nipple pads.

Timmy came into the living room and set the picnic basket down on the floor. “We going to the park this time of night and have a picnic?” I snickered. “N-no. I-I thought I’d bring s-something over so w-we could s-stay in and g-get to know e-each other b-better...and h-have a picnic in-inside,” Timmy said. I pulled the blanket off from the back of the couch and spread it out on the living room floor. “That sounds fun. I never had a picnic in my living room!” I giggled making my huge boobs bounce. Timmy stared hungrily and my nipples fattened even more. Looking down, I could start to see the large bulges of my teats...and so could Timmy.
We sat down and Timmy hauled out all the food and drink from the basket. He had a big bottle of sparkling wine. “How did you know I love that stuff?” I asked the guy. “And how did you get it being under 21?” Timmy blushed as he pulled out two plastic champagne glasses and popped the cork on the bubbly. “Wendy b-bought it for m-me saying y-you l-liked the stuff,” he said. “Was this all Wendy’s idea?” I asked him as I took a glass of wine from him. “Well, s-she knew I liked you and w-wanted me to ask you o-out since you were s-single. It was sort of h-her idea though I-I really w-wanted to go out w-with you,” Timmy said as we clinked plastic cups in a mock toast. Like I said, Wendy was a little rascal.

We had our little picnic. Timmy had made some little finger sandwiches and we had cheese and meatsticks. Timmy wasn’t much into the sparkling wine come to find out for I drank probably three-quarters of the bottle...ending up feeling a bit tipsy and totally uninhibited.

* * * *

“So, Timmy, are you a titman?” I asked slightly slurring my words as I sat on the couch and he sat on the blanket still on the floor. Timmy gulped and looked at my boobs bulging from my white top. “Y-yes. I-I am a t-titman,” he responded. “A REALLY BIG titman?” I asked as I brought my hands up to my boobs and began rubbing them. Timmy watched me playing with my big boobs, running my hands over and over my giant spheres. “H-Helia, I k-know lots of g-girls with big b-breasts but yours are the biggest,” Timmy said. “I-I...I’ve always been a-attracted to you, H-Helia. In fact...I am in l-love w-with you.”

“Wow! That was quick!” I replied. “No guy has told me they loved me so quick.” Timmy blushed. I could see he felt uneasy about saying that. “But it is sweet,” I said. “Would you like to feel my boobs?” Timmy perked up at that request. “S-s-sure!” he said. “Get on up here and feel them then,” I said as he moved up to where I was seated and I thrust my boobs out. My nipples were at full attention and definitely sticking out even pressed against the nipple pads.

Timmy placed his hands on my boobs and began to massage them outside the shirt. “Oh yes, Timmy. You do that well. You are so gentle,” I moaned as I felt more than my nipples get excited. “It’s so nice to have my big breasts massaged. It’s hard for a big girl like me to find a guy to do it.” He moved his hands all over my breasts, rubbing the tops and as much as he could of the bottoms, and the sides. “Mmmm, push them together a little. Mmmm, look at all that booby flesh puff up,” I giggled as he gently moved my breasts together.

He started really getting into it, being a little more forceful. “Mmm, yes Timmy. Go. Massage my huge titties,” I moaned. His hands roamed to the sides of my boobs and he pushed them together. “Ooch!” I squealed as I felt something prick into my tender skin. Timmy let up. “Are you o-okay?” he asked politely. “Mmm, yes. Keep massaging me,” I commanded him. His hands went down to the sides of my boobs again and he pushed them together again. Again, I felt a sting on both sides of my boobs. “Mmm, do it again. Do it again,” I said enjoying the massage too much to be worried about a little prickly sensation. Timmy moved his hands to my sides again and this time rather roughly squeezed my tits up. I felt this sharp stab in the sides of my boobs then a sudden pressure, as if the bra cups had suddenly shrunk up an inch or two. “Ooh! That is strange,” I said as the pressure continued. Timmy took his hands away from my boobs and I looked down. “Oh my gosh! I’m bigger!” I exclaimed.

It couldn’t be from my condition, I hadn’t had that in months since I was on special medication. “Oh gosh...it couldn’t be...” I put my hands to the sides of my boobs and felt for the little packets of helium. “Timmy, put your ear to the side of my boob and tell me if you hear anything...like a hissing noise,” I told the guy. He gladly moved up and pressed his face against the side of my left boob. “Y-yes, I hear a hissing noise,” he said. “Oh no!” I exclaimed. “My bra is equipped with little packets of condensed helium. If I need to give myself added support I am supposed to gently press the packet to release a little air into the special lining of my brassiere,” I explained. I moved around and felt the pricking sensation against my boobs. “But I think, instead of the helium going into the special lining...” I gasped as my big bra became increasingly tighter. “...I think the air is going right into my tits!”

“Help me unbutton my top!” I said as I reached for the buttons of my blouse. Already the buttons were straining to maintain their hold. I hardly touched the top button and it popped off almost putting Timmy’s eye out. “Oh shit, Timmy. My tits are getting too big. This wasn’t supposed to happen!” I exclaimed as my top pushed forward little by little. I didn’t have to worry about unbuttoning anything anymore as buttons started to pop off on their own, making way for the swelling spheres behind them.

As the bottom button popped free, my big black bra pushed out as the giant jugs within it grew larger. Two huge bulges of my tit flesh were bulging up, making a large line of cleavage...longer and larger than I had had previously. “Oh Timmy, we need to get my bra off!” I said as I slipped down to the floor and turned my back towards him. I slipped out of my blouse and waited for his fingers to do their deed. “I-I’ve never t-taken off a bra,” Timmy said. “Well, you can tell your friends you conquered your first girl with a 10-hook bra strap!” I said. “Now undo it...quick!”

I glanced over my shoulder as I watched Timmy lean forward and grapple with the 10-hooker. He suddenly lost his balance and fell into me. We both went over onto the floor. I went down sideways, and as I hit the floor my arm pressed forcibly against the side of my bra. With Timmy on top of me, my other arm pressed against the other side. We both heard a huge WOOSH WOOSH sound and I felt this tremendous pressure in both my boobs. “Oh shit! I think we just expelled all the helium completely into my boobs!” I exclaimed as Timmy helped me back up to my knees. “Quick! get this bra off me! I feel like I’m going to burst!” I exclaimed as Timmy went back to grappling with the bra clasps. With some tugging and pinching, the young guy worked the hooks, undoing each one from top to bottom. Feeling the release of the tight garment I finally was able to shrug the huge brassiere off.

I turned and hugged Timmy. “You did it! And look...” I exclaimed placing my hands on my colossal boobs that looked a lot larger than they had been. My nipples stuck straight out hard and red as raspberries. “...my boobs aren’t blowing up as fast as what I expected.” Timmy looked down at my giant naked boobs and I looked down at Timmy noticing he was fairly...um...excited. “Would you like to...touch them?” I asked Timmy. Timmy didn’t say a word but slowly reach out with shaking hands, reaching towards my massive bosoms.

Suddenly I felt a massive build up of pressure in my tits. “Oh no! Oh! Ohh! OHHHHHH!” I squealed as suddenly my poor boobs exploded forwards instantly filling the space between Timmy and I, then enveloping Timmy and growing past him. Soon the whole living was filled with my immense ballooned breasts. I could feel the cool walls of my living room against my expanded flesh.

“Timmy, are you okay?” I asked my poor new friend who was squeezed between my super expanded bosom. “I-I’m fine. In fact...I’ve never been better,” he said as we both realized his little speech problem had suddenly disappeared. “Do you enjoy my super big boobs like this?” I asked Timmy as he squirmed between my behemoth jugs. “Helia, I like you this big or the size you were before. I don’t care what my sister says about you. You’re great!” Timmy smiled as he leaned his head forward and kissed the top of my boob that he could reach. “Er...well, I am glad you like me this way because we might be stuck here for a bit until I deflate a little,” I told him. “This is the best first date I’ve ever been on,” Timmy said as he leaned his head back and rested between my boobs.

I started to think that maybe things might work out here. Who cares if the kid was eight years younger than me.