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I finally found it! Something that finally fits my gargantuan tits. These soft and squishy boulders have been the culprit of a ton of issues throughout the past few weeks, from unpleasant and perverted stares to my wardrobe becoming completely useless. I had tons of cute bras and dresses that nicely fit the C-cups I had prior, but I’m very likely going to have to give it all away seeing as my boobs are now orders of magnitude larger than ever before.
At the very least, today I found a cute little dress that fit my beach-ball-sized breasts; well, it depends on what you think ‘fit’ means. Were they hidden from public view? Absolutely not. Was cleavage still visible? Yep, a lot has been hidden, yet the squishy valley of cleavage was impossible to miss. Were they supported better? Haven’t had much luck in this department yet, but at least it was better than them simply threatening to break my back every damn second of every damn day.
The stares definitely haven’t decreased though, tons of men and women alike would struggle to not see my huge bouncing mammaries. I could not blame anyone, my boobs were great material for breaking multiple world records, probably; considering their size, weight and the fact that there wasn’t an ounce of silicon or anything of that kind within them, just fat and muscle, at least there isn’t milk in there…
How did I go from having normal C-cups to having watermelons as tits? Well… It’s kind of embarrassing… Despite presenting myself wanting to go back to living with moderate-sized boobs, I originally wanted much bigger ones. I was a bit envious of my well-endowed group of friends, all of whom had a relationship, and it was only about a month ago that I became the last person in that circle to remain single.
I thought the answer to getting a cute boyfriend lied in their large bubble butts or back-breaking titties. Maybe if I wasn’t so ashamed of the fact that I was single, maybe someone would’ve told me that purchasing shady medical drugs off of some random website was a terrible idea… It sounds so stupid saying out loud! God! I was so dumb!
Anyways, I proceeded with the now regretful purchase and received a few pills that I could consume to enhance my breast size. During the first few days, everything went according to plan, my bust was growing nicely, becoming the excited owner of a pair of D-cups; however, something I wasn’t aware of until it was too late was the drug’s addictive properties. I began consuming more and more, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to do so, the thought only being reinforced by the sight of my tits swelling faster, something that I viewed as a positive in that moment.
After about ten days, I was satisfied with their size at that moment. They were really big! I was super happy about the fact that I was now officially what you’d call a ‘busty girl’, and nobody could’ve said otherwise thanks to them being almost as large as basketballs. I made sure they were definitely bigger than any other gal in my friend group before stopping the consumption of these wonderful pills.
I was incredibly naive though, because a day passed, and they had grown yet another cup in size. I was a bit concerned, but not terribly at that moment. They were of course heavier and finding bras was going to be trickier, but not impossible! And the added weight was still very doable; plus, it only made me all the sexier. However, another day went by, and another, and another… Each day, my already huge tits wouldn’t stop growing!
It was only then that I began asking myself if I had overdone the medication. I loved their big size and jiggly properties, but it was starting to feel like a real chore carrying them around, even some new bras were already incredibly tight and uncomfortable to wear. I was definitely concerned, although I remained optimistic that my girls would stop expanding any time now…
The optimism would die down as more time went on. My melons were now ripe watermelons, every bra was now way too tight or had already snapped… some in public too… and now they’re way too damn heavy to do any regular activity with. Some girls tell me they hate their large boobs getting in the way of physically intense activities like running… they have no idea what it feels like to carry breasts larger than their own torso for just five minutes! I swear, I’m not someone who works out frequently, but just doing chores with these mammaries is more than enough to burn several calories.
Eventually, they would finally stop growing. Thank god! Despite being happy about this fact, I still had no idea what to do now. Pretty sure the effects of this drug were irreversible without going through some expensive breast reduction surgery, so what did I do? I dealt with it… It went as you’d expect. I was constantly complaining about my boobs’ ridiculous proportions, not to mention that the looks I got went from every man looking like they wanted to have a fun time with me in bed to some looking shocked or containing some laughter at the sight of such a cartoonishly large bust.
It’s been a few days now since the growth has stopped, that surgery looks more and more like something I want, but at least right now, I could take a deep breath knowing that at least something fits these giant funbags. If I can find a bra or two that fits me and perhaps even a boyfriend with a fetish for impossibly large tits, then maybe I could deal with having breasts this large… maybe…
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