Biggest of the Bunch

When the macromastia went into affect, when my hormones went berserk and caused my young breasts to practically balloon up, I wasn't too thrilled about myself and my body. It was always one thing to fantasize but totally another to find your body changing fast and you becoming abnormally larger than your friends and even your own sisters.

Most of my closest girlfriends were wearing training bras when I was already a C-cup. I could wear my sister's bras for a while for none of them acquired anything more than a C-cup size. (My eldest sister, Karin, who was 9 years older than me, when she had her first child, she went into a 32D bra size when I was 13. I was already 6 inches bigger than her.)

I spent high school like most geeks and freaks feeling like they should have something to hide. Like the kid with all the zits, I shy'd away from people because of my big breasts. I had a small core group of friends who were not in the popular crowd and we hung out. We'd go to movies together and hang out at our favorite restaurant drinking waay too much soda pop.

I was your typical girl trying to hide her endowments, wearing the typical oversized tops to hide the fact I had big boobs. Of course, it was impossible to hide the fact I was really big on top. I recall my 10th grade gym class and the instructor who I swear was an army drill instructor. We'd have to dress in gym clothes...shorts and t-shirts...and he'd make us stay quite active during the entire class period. I won't tell you about the excruciating times when we'd be doing calisthenics and doing jumping jacks and doing laps around the gym. I usually ran and exercised with my arms folded across my chest.

I didn't go out with any boys from my school. They were either too close of friends or they were obnoxious assholes. And due to my last name, my nickname was MELONS and the jerks used to ride me all the time when they could. It seemed all the bullies and badgerers were always after me.

My first boyfriend, if you could call him that, was a high school senior when I was in 10th grade. He worked cleaning his mom's hair salon where one of my sister's worked and I got a job there manning the cash register and the ladies' son, Barry, was like the janitor of the place...helped his mom clean the place at closing. He invited me to their senior Valentines dance where we stayed at the dance shortly, then went to a party at one of his friends house (no parents home) and got a little drunk and ended up getting hot and bothered in the back of his dad's Crown Vic. It was the first time a guy had ever felt me up and played with my boobs. I think he was a little taken aback by their size when he got them out of my dress, but I recall I liked what he did to them.

In 11th grade I worked at a family restaurant. Some of the people I knew from school worked there. I think the manager liked hiring girls with large breasts because most of the girls working there were fairly busty. I couldn't fit into a regular woman's large uniform top so I wore a guys Large. I was a E-cup by then and I still stood out prominently in a guys top. The assistant manager was a young guy in his early 20's and we had a fling. He taught me all I needed to know about oral sex, He broke up with me, when I caught him with another of the female employees. He ended up marrying the skinny supermodel girl later, but it made me feel like a fat cow.

HOLSTEIN DREAMS

I grew up with cows. My favorite animals were cows. My parents decorated me and my sisters room with a “cow motif”. I had cow stuffed animals instead of teddy bears. I had this really fat round inflateable cow which had a huge udder and you bounced it (the entire thing) like a huge ball. My dad's sisters had married farmers. One of them was a dairy farmer with a huge herd of milk cows. My Uncle Rich had actually won awards for having prize milkers and I recall seeing these cows out in the pasture or coming in and being milked. I recall one rather huge Holstein named Henrietta who was one of Uncle Rich's prize milkers. I remember her one time out in the pasture and my Uncle called all of the cows in and Henrietta came wobbling in last due to her udder was so engorged and huge that she could hardly move her back legs. The udder bulged on the side and from behind. She looked ready to explode.

So I loved cows and from there my early fantasies took root. I had a pair of my brothers old sweatpants, way too huge for me to actually wear, and I would stuff the crotch area with pillows or roll up a few big blankets into a ball and stuff it and pretend to be a big milk cow. My first recollections of masturbating were stuffing an udder and pressing it against the floor and my legs and vagina and rocking back and forth, getting off on the sensation and fantasy of being a cow.

I wanted to be a cow, a big milk cow.

In high school, for Halloween one time, I dressed up as a cow with ears and a fake cow nose and makeup. I had pretty big breasts already by then but the cow costume I really filled out down below. I got a big thick-skinned balloon and filled it with warm water and secured it in the pants of my costume and walked around with a big jiggly udder all night. My friends probably didn't realize why I was all smiley and flushed all night.

Some of my first inflation stories were about me becoming a “cow girl” and though I scrapped all those time and again, I did re-write one that appears on line. (Witch Cookies)

Somethings are stranger than fiction, and I believe if you think hard enough on something, you can make things happen. All those years as a young girl dreaming and envying those big milk cows. Who knows. Maybe all those wishes spurred on my later condition. I couldn't have one big udder with four fat teats...so instead, I was to enp having two big breasts, each with one big teat.

MyHistory...Macromastia and Me

I am not going to go into detail about my experience with macromastia. If you have been with me since Day One you know all about it and how it has affected me from when I was young to even now…well, maybe not the current implications.

Basically when I was about 11 years old I started to develop. I developed fast and all in the chest region. By 8th grade I was a 38D-cup, by 10th grade I was a 40F. But during that time, when my folks (mainly my mom) was wondering just what the heck was going on, that’s when I was diagnosed. Basically my hormones were all out of whack and it was supercharging my breast growth.

I was quite embarrassed about myself, felt awkward with such enormous boobs. I felt like a freak though when my family insisted I get breast reduction, I said no way. I think I was mainly afraid of the knife and what sort of scars I’d end up with, but I also think (looking back on it now) that I secretly didn’t want to be smaller.

I can’t say that even though I had big boobs in high school garnered me a lot of attention. I had a small group of friends in which I hung out with. The girls were all supermodels in my eyes. They were the Daphne’s and I was the Velma…with huge boobs. They seemed all slender and the guys chased after them. I felt all fat and felt I looked like a cow. I certainly had the two big udders to be one.

Anyway, if you need to read more about macromastia, go here:

http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/macromastia

http://pmj.bmjjournals.com/cgi/content/full/75/880/101

The definition and other related commentary:

“Macromastia (gigantomastia), an uncommon clinical entity, has been referred to as massive enlargement of breasts in non-obese women.

The cause of this disorder is not understood. The breast is a target for most hormones that act in concert to promote mammogenesis, lactogenesis and galactopoiesis. Glandular proliferation which begins at puberty and is intensified during pregnancy is dependent on progesterone. Oestrogen has a greater influence on the ductular growth. Prolactin, which is essential for lactogenesis, also appears to co-ordinate the effects of oestrogen and progesterone on breast tissue. Other hormones including T4, growth hormone, cortisol, insulin and human placental lactogen have permissive roles in the developmental or pathogenetic states of breast. Although it has been postulated that end-organ responsiveness to various hormones may be aetiologically responsible, this response has not been quantified and remains only a hypothesis. The unilateral nature of this disorder in patient lends support to the concept that local factors play a more important role in the causation of this disorder.”

Hmmm…"local factors play a more important role in the causation of this disorder."

We’ll discuss that next. Can you say ENLARGMENT FANTASIES?

A come back?

Hi, Helia Melonowski here. The REAL Helia Melonowski, the true blue balloon girl from a few years back and authoress of a slew of stories at www.thevalkyrie.com/ladybumps/stories/helia. You can also view my minimalist new site at www.heliam.8k.com. I can't promise I will expose as much of myself as before. Got into some pretty weird situations doing that. Maybe I will EXPAND upon that some other time.

For now I want to say hello to my friends INFLATE123, Tigeras, FreddyD, Ronnie and Chief Hoot.

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