All Because of Love

We sat on my ugly gold-fabriced couch (some day I was going to get rid of it but since it was one of the only pieces of furniture in my apartment living room I figured it would have to stay) and looked through one of my photo albums. We sat close, peering into the large stiff pages of an album that held pictures of me from late grade school, junior high and high school right up through 12th grade graduation. You munched from a shallow bowl of potato chips, the bowl resting on the top of my huge boobs, the bowl setting on my torpedoing tits as if on a large two-humped shelf. I wasn't too uneasy about the bowl slipping from its perch even as I moved a bit to get closer to you, my big boobs slightly wobbling. However, my huge 82-inch chest hardly moved since it was partially situated resting in my lap. My "chubby twins" (as you liked to call them) took up most of my front side, and when seated, they rested in my lap like two overfilled waterballoons.

"Dang, babygurl, you had those huge rigs even way back in Junior High. They aren't as big as they are now but, damn, you were pretty well on your way to a pair of massive mammaries even back then," you said looking at a picture that was labeled HELIA AGE 14. It showed me in pig-tails and a pink t-shirt sporting a fat bodied Maria Carey (only because my boobs were distorting her iron-on picture on the fluffed out tee). I recall I was around a D-cup back then, bigger than almost every girl in my class except Casey Fricano, a rather plump girl who always liked to bully everyone including yours truly. Of course, Casey was big because she was fat and I was big...well...just because that was the way I had developed.

"Hmm, who is this young guy with my favorite girl?" you asked pointing at a picture with me standing arm in arm with a dakr-haired guy. The background looked like we were in a museum.

"Uh, that was me in 9th grade with my first love Billy Reuben." I said looking at the picture and recalling that we were at the Chicago Museum of Scienec and Industry on a field trip for Earth Science.

"Dang, you look even bigger then. He must have had some fun with those big things," you said as you looked at the picture and at me and my 9th grade body. My boobs looked like miniature torpedoes because my mom made me wear these huge industrial strength bras that were very unappealing and unatractive. I recalled the girls during gym class would make fun of me everytime we were in the locker room changing after PE.

You flipped the page and found some more pictures of me later in 9th grade but with a different guy in the pictures that were of me and junior high boys. There were other pictures of course, me with my girl friends, me at Cedar Point riding the rollercoasters with friends, me and my brothers and sisters, my folks, my menagerie of cats, goldfish and hamsters.

"Who are all these guys and what happened to your first love?" you asked checking out the pictures of me and my male friends from way back.

"Just guys I dated. No one I really liked after Billy broke things off with me. He started seeing some girl from another school. I never knew why." I shrugged and my huge boobs wobbled abit. I brought a hand up to one of my nipples that poked quite prominently out against the tight white top I was currently wearing. You could see my huge smooth cupped bra underneath the top, trimmed with tiny frills. Even packed behind the cloth of the brassiere my nipples stuck out like shotglasses and dotted my top like handles on a gas grill.

You turned the page again, pictures of me in 11th grade were on this page. Between the pictures of me driving my folks car (and smashing it later as I tried to pull into the garage one evening) there were two pictures where both showed me with a different guy. The first picture was taken at a indoor rollerskating rink during the beginning of my Junior year, in the Fall.

"Wow! Look at you! You were even bigger there!" you exclaimed pointing at the picture with me falling backwards into the arms of Greg Sonevicks.

"He was my 2nd love. Only lasted through about Thanksgiving then he broke up with me because he said I was too fat," I said thinking back to how horrible my Thanksgiving holiday was as my sisters and brothers all brought their dates over and I was all alone.

"Fat? The only thin fat on you then were those jugs of yours," you said then you looked to the second picture where I stood in a prom dress with another guy.

"Heck, you were even BIGGER here with this guy! How'd you stay in that dress? You look like you are about ready to spill completely out of it," you said looking at the picture then quickly glancing at my mighty boobs that jutted before you now. Back then I was like a 38F cup compared to the 40MM that hugged my 82 inch jubblies now.

"He was my 3rd love...Sam Huskens. He was a Senior and I was a Junior and he invited me to the Senior Prom." I said recalling that I actually did fall out of the satin pink dress as Sam and I were dancing a fast song. Everyone got a look at my huge boobs. It was quite embarrassing.

There were some pictures of some other guys but I told you they were all just boyfriends that I didn't end up really liking much or they didn't like me and had broken things off at some point.

"You know, I've noticed that whenever you pointed out a guy that you said was 'a love' it looked like your breasts were bigger than, say, when you were simply dating a guy who merely 'liked'." You said as you closed the photo album.

I looked at you and smiled weakly. "Well, yes, that is kind of an odd thing. Does it bother you?"

"Knowing you loved those other guys? Heck no. That was in high school. I had lots of puppy-love girlfriends but they never amounted to much."

I shifted a bit, my huge jugs quaking and the bowl of chips riding like a boat on giant waves. "What if I told you my feelings of love, when I get real comfortable with a guy, it effects my...um...breast growth."

Your eyes widened and you looked at me then my jutting boobs then up to my face again. "Huh? Are you saying...!"

"What if I told you, told you NOW that I have been holding back feelings for you, feelings of love, and I have been holding back because I know if I let myself go...well..." I felt a tingling in my huge bosoms.

"Helia, my babygurl, you know I love you and I don't care how big you are. You are the sweetest thing I've ever known. If you love me too those would be the words to totally make my day," you said as you turned to me and took my hands though I had to drape an arm across my huge boobies.

"I've been holding back so long, now I know that, if I say it, if I let you know my love," I said as there came a feeling of immense pressure in my breasts. "If I let myself go...oh babay...I think I am going to burst!"

"Go ahead, baby. Say it. Just say it!" Your eyes were on my quivering tits.

"I..." I could feel a tightness in my bra cups. "I LOVE YOU!"

I squealed as my boobs jumped forward. There was the sound of tearing, of bra clasps popping and ripping as my boobs suddenly expanded, swelled forward, surged forward. TORPEDOES AWAY! My busted brassiere crumpled up atop my swelling breasts, piling in the white tee that was pushing further and further out. My nipples, pressing against the taut material, looked red and swollen, swollen red like two miniature Coke cans.

"I love you. I love you. I love you-oooooohhhhhh!" I exclaimed.

And I grew and grew and grew and grew.