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As we grow older, there are certain things that will always trigger a momentary flash of remembrance, bypassing the thinking mind and directly stimulating that happy place in your mind with the feelings you felt when you first experienced them. The way light falls on a certain patch of carpet on a winter's morning, the smell of something you used to enjoy in your youth... the sound you heard when your deepest, most hidden fantasies came to life.

My friend Wendy and I sat at a small large round table at a small restaurant in the mall. Wendy was having her usual health plate of sparkling water and a vegetarian sub. I was having pizza, four slices with all the toppings, a chocolate milk and a brownie for dessert. Seated around us were an assortment of mall visitors; a couple old ladies, three young boys at one table, two young mothers with their children and an older guy who was quite intrigued with the newspaper he was reading.

Okay, what was I supposed to do? Here I was nearly 26 and my body still "developing" as it were. It seemed like my condition...the ballooning one...was not subsiding with age and now, whenever I blew up and then deflated, my boobs were staying just a bit bigger than they previously were. There was no more 44GG bustline, nor the 68 inch whoppers I had originally thought would be fun. There was no more 82 inch melons bulging from my blouses. I was stuck currently with a pair of 96 inch dandy's with a MMM bra adjustable in both cup and strap areas if I should increase another 4 inches.

Knock, knock.

Alex turned his attention from monitor, put glasses on and focused on the door. Don looked up over his book in the same direction. “Who can it be?” - he asked, not really expecting any answer.

Knocking repeated. Alex replied, seeking slippers under the table : “Lets see”.