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.
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.
posted by Helia A Melonowski at 3:13 AM
4 Comments:
funny, I think I had the same gym teacher. :D jk jk! (but honestly, the man had a crew cut, always a t-shirt and whistle around his neck, shorts and made everyone dress down like that... even in the middle of winter (no heat in our gym)...
I had similiar experiences (ok, more like I was near the top of the 'geek' squad... :P )... maybe I'll elaborate more later. :)
but it's nice to share and we who know you may have just learned a bit more about your past...
geeeesssshhh, I'm rambling again.. I apologize. :) *blush*
I'm sorry to hear you spent your formative years feeling ashamed and awkward, but I can't say I'm surprised. I would. What I'm glad to see is that you eventually came to terms with it and ultimately wound up embracing it for what it was. Well, is.
I married the first girl I had sex with, big mistake.
it was a very good story. i dont go for the super model type. i go for connection. is your last name polish?mine is lol.
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