My Pumpkin Patch

It’s Autumn and time for autumnal activities, including getting ready for Halloween. I went out with some friends and we picked pumpkins and apples (and purchased some yummy caramel apples…my fave!) at a placed called Spoth's Farm. I haven't done this in years and it was quite a bit of fun considering it was a chilly day. After all was said and done, I came to some conclusions…

You know you’re BIG when it’s hard to cradle a few good sized pumpkins when you have your own to carry.

The place charges by the size, 8 dollars being the cost of a LARGE size pumpkin, and you could estimate your “pumpkins” would cost easily 20 dollars.

Your “best” friend jokingly says to the market cashier that you’re trying to shoplift their product, ie, their pumpkins.

The market cashier spends more time locked in what seems to be an awe-struck stare-down at your “pumpkins” versus what’s sitting on the counter waiting to be rung up.

And the final concluding thought…you know you’re BIG when you can stuff your “pumpkins” into a bushel basket…and they fit ever-so-snugly.

Happy Autumn!

The problem with JUMBO SHRIMP

I went out to eat with a few friends the other night. We went to the local RED LOBSTER where I haven't eaten in ages. I am a big fan of shrimp so I got the Jumbo Shrimp appetizer. It came with 6 shrimp and because I'm a little piggy I added two more pieces (ended up an expensive appetizer). The very first shrimp I forked...plip...it slid off my fork and...plop...right in my cleavage. Everyone got a good laugh including myself...with a little red face. I managed to re-skewer the first shrimp (after removing it from my flesh canyon) and got it to my motuh successfully. Second shrimp...plip plop...lost it again right between the boobs. NO WAY I was thinking and scolding myself for looking like such a slob. Someone offered to get me a bib.

Anyway, with some finesse (and trying to hide my embarrassment), I was able to eat all the shrimp without further ado...until the last two shrimp...which ended up cradled in my cleavage, one at a time.

It's nice to have a shelf to catch food particles...but it sucks having to take a shower once home because you can't get food into the right place, ie, your mouth.

*sigh* Just another day in the life... :)

Bumpers for elbows and the Gym

I went to a gym on a guest pass with a girl friend of mine. Got into what they called a BUMP-N-SLIDE class, like a aerobics class on steroids. Even with a bra, a tight t-shirt and a looser but still fairly snug tank tee over that, I was bouncing and behavin' all over. Though it held up, I am sure there are some stress fractures in the straps of my poor brassiere. We also spent some time hitting some of the weight machines. It is always kind of funny the looks I get on machines like the bench lift/press (whatever you call it) and the rowing machine. The place was pretty packed...obviously people are still holding to their new years resolution so far...and I actually took a few jabs to the boobs trying to either squeeze my way between people or simply getting off on the wrong side of the machine and catching a upper cut as the person next to me was lifting. UNGH! Sometimes its rough having so much frontage.

And I hope the fellas liked the display...my hi-beams burn bright when they get such a jostle of activity... :)

I have fallen in love

A close friend of mine shared some photos from Mastasia.com, a site for enormously super-endowed women. Real or not, I instantly fell in love with the Mastasia model MINDY. I love Mindy. I want to be Mindy. I want to have Mindy's enormous breasts hanging off my little ribcage, pulling me off my feet, slapping like giant flesh cymbals when I walk, using two bars of soap up to wash them each time I take a shower, exploding out of every shirt, blouse, sweater and t-shirt, having two of the biggest pool floats, having them be engorged with milk and hosing down the whole city.

Mindy is me. I am Mindy. But you can call me Helia.

Stuff January 2007

Hey friends, please also visit my good friend Tigeras's BLOG for neat insights and such at http://tigarrs.blogspot.com/. He's a great person and fun to chat with.

And speaking of Tigeras, he asked a question also recently: Would things that might trigger some form of hormonal surge re-trigger your condition, say, if you got pregnant?

I thought I answered this somewhere before but, here goes again...there is a 70% chance (according to my doctor) that my children may get more than they bargained for from their mommy should my "condition" take off again due to the massive hormonal changes during pregnancy. They (the children) will already have to deal with two oversized "milkcans" (as a friend so crudely puts it), so if they have to deal with even bigger "kegs" (same friend and his terms)...

There is actually a concern that, should the time come, if I would be even able to nurse my babies at all due to my size. Truthfully. I can cradle and nuzzle but sustainment might be the hard thing. I have the gear and capacity to do it, its just the physical...well...manipulation of breast and infant may be the difficultly.

My doctor has discussed all this inquite some detail.

Bottom line: I'll just deal with it as it comes if it comes...and hope the daddy likes the outcome too. :)

Numbers are in

Audit ended with a few findings but my auditor hadn't written anything. Nice.

A few questions answered from questions sent to me via email...

From Hoseboy: "Since the resurfacing of your breast hypertrophia medical condition, how big have you become?"

I don't think I've shared with anyone other than close friends, and maybe not my close friends here on the Net. I am now "out of the woods" as they say but it has left me with....drum roll....a nearly 60 inch bustline (like 59 3/4"). I measure 42 inches around the ribcage (I told you I am not a petite supermodel in an aspect of the word) but my bosoms have acquired much mass and girth. I have found one good store bought brassiere that (barely) fits me and it is a 54K though my boobs seem to be asking for more room for they don't quite fit in the cups. Like I mentioned in a earlier post, I am blessed with my mom's friend who is a seamstress and has made me some exquisite fashionable bras (though they still look like small lacey tents) and she says I am not realistically a standard cup size. The truth.

Also from Hoseboy: "What kind of new difficulties has your new size created for you?"

Sometimes I slip back into that early girlhood shyness regarding them and myself, like feeling the need to cover them up (impossible) or hide away from public viewing (impossible again). If I am wearing the wrong colored stockings on days, please forgive me for I get dressed in the dimly lit comfort of my apartment most mornings. Clothing is hard to find without alteration, but see above for that remedy. I am doubly prone for elbowing and bruising when in a big crowd. I get more stares, more weird looks. Went to several parties in the recent past and people have asked if I'm a stripper. My reply, "Why would you suggest that?" Balance is off. Running or jogging is completely out. I feel the added strain on back and neck (and luckily have always had a workout regimen due to my "abnormal" size through the years).

And lastly from Hoseboy: "Would you want to be bigger?"

I still fantasize, but in reality, no. Well...*grinning sheepishly*...maybe...

Audit my cup size

Hi-hi all!

First, my Yahoo group ENORMOUS_ENDOWMENTS seems to be gaining size as far as members go. I hope to keep adding content and maybe have some members add to either the files section (like stories) or pictures of interest (though I edit as desired if the material doesn't suit my ideas for the site content...but I haven't been disappointed yet by fans and friends). My only gripe is I see new members joining and/or people I know and only a few have "spoke out"...everyone else is too absorbed in...stuff. :)

This week external auditors are auditing our procedural/documented systems. New year starts, fresh money available, auditing begins. We have 3 outside auditors for the week. I have been selected as a one of the guides for the auditors. There are 2 women and 1 guy...guess who I got stuck with. I think I see my boss's ploy since my auditor has pretty much been more adhered/focused on my chest than on adhering to auditing our systems. My boobs don't talk (they may slap a SOS tune while I walk or some other fleshy tribal beat) but this guy seems intent on talking to them. The office is particularly cold this week and he probably thinks I like him because I am nipping out the whole time. He hasn't written anything up nor has explored very deeply possible leads to nonconformities...he may assume my tops are non-conforming due to everything that is packed into them and they seem destine to burst at some point.

Only 3 more audit days...maybe I'll wear something low cut tomorrow, Thursday and Friday.