Blow by Blow Tale #6: Neato Torpedo

While out brassiere shopping I stopped at a new lingerie store that advertised that they catered to the "full figured" woman. I figured since 42GG plus my "condition" made me probably one of the FULLEST figured-type of women, I had to stop in and see what they had.

"May I be of service?" a short round man asked as I entered the store. He looked vaguely familiar but I could not quite figure out where I had seen him or possibly had met him before.

"I am looking for a new bra or two," I told the man who eyed by large round boobies. He was short enough to stand there eye-level with them.

"You look like you could use industrial strength support," he grinned taking my hand and leading me into the backroom. We entered a room that was wall to wall bras. I couldn't believe it! What was even more amazing was that the garments were ALL of the bigger sized variety for us chesty gals. Huge bras of all fabric and designs hung from rack after rack.

The man let me browse the selection, waiting patiently while looking at my ass in my little Daisy Duke-shorts. I found all sorts of great bras in my size…and ones I would not mind BLOWING UP INTO. One in particular caught my eye though. It was definitely an industrial strength bra. It looked like something my grandma-ma would have worn.

"Could I try this one on?" I asked the little man.

He nodded. "Be my guest."

Not being shy, I pulled off my white t-shirt and went straight to work undoing my 8-hooker. Dropping the loosened garment to the floor, I snatched up the new bra, feeling its thick white material and reinforced seams. Wow! It was the Howitzer of breast support. I slipped it on, adjusted the shoulder straps then hooked the TEN HOOK clasps up.

"Hmm. Ouchie! It kind of pinches my nipples," I squirmed looking down at myself. The bra squished my boobs, making them look like big white cones.

The little man stepped around to my front. "Yes. Your big jugs seem quite nicely confined." He put his stubby-fingered hands to the ends of my breasts and pushed them in like big soft buttons.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, then exclaimed again as my boobs began to swell, pushing the conical cups outward. "Ugh! What's happening to my big round breasts! The bra! It's pinching and…UNGH!…re-shaping them!"

The bra strap became too tight to unhook as the bra cups filled with more of my expanding breast flesh. I was used to having my brassieres swell out round and gigantic, like giant beachballs. Seeing my enlarging boobs shoot forward like a couple of creamy torpedoes was definitely different for me.

When my boobs finally stopped growing, I stood there with my hands on the sides of my billowy cone-shaped boobs. "What have you done to my breasts!"

"Do you like the bra?" the little man asked smiling, running his chubby hands over the ends of my huge pointers.

I felt all tingly and suddenly…wasn't so upset. "Welllll…I will have to take it out for a test drive. See how the guys like it," I said running my hands back and forth, down along the sides of my jutting jugs.

"Be my guest," he said.

Pulling my white t-shirt on, I stepped out of the room and into the main store area. A clerk (who I had not seen when I had entered the place earlier) turned and yelped, slightly startled. She looked down at my jutting melon missiles and gasped.

"What-what were you doing back there?" she asked.

I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see the little man. When I DIDN'T see hi behind me I stepped back through the backroom door and found…a backroom, but not one filled wall to wall with brassieres.

"Excuse me. Ma'am, you can't be back there," the clerk said stepping up to me. I turned and she caught a pointy fat boob right in the eye.

"Oops. Sorry. I have to run," I said moving around her and heading out of the place as fast as my huge jiggly boobs would allow. I was glad at least that my new pointy breast puppies still bounced up and down and side to side like they usually did.

I ran out into the world to see what the guys thought of my super-sized cone-shaped boobs.

NOTE: A week after this incident, when I spent a weekend running around braless, my breasts resumed their usual huge round shape and shortly thereafter returned to my normal LITTLE 42GG's. Who the little man was and is…that's still a mystery.