Which brings me to Ms Lel's situation. Wouldn't it be great if she could be like Busty Jenny, where something triggered gestational gigantomastia, and like Jenny, where milking her breasts naturally increased demand, which when combined with gigantomastia, increases the growth and fullness. Would she like to have huge full breasts hanging to her knees and weighing over 95lbs? Would she like having such prolific milk production that she had to wear pads, her constantly dripping nipples always just a slight push away from soaking the pads? How would she feel about the limited amount of time she can stand before needing to sit and rest, her breasts hanging off her knees while little puddles form at her feet? Do you think she would appreciate how her breasts swing back and forth with each step, the arc increasing with each step, causing her to stop every 10-12 steps as the swinging weight is threatening her balance? While we know she enjoys the attention, is she aware that when her breasts swing one way and then the other, the motion exceeds the length of her dress, her areola and nipples peaking out at the height of each pendulum swing? Although her physician told her that she is adding to her growth by always squeezing her breasts and expelling the milk, it appears her boobie greed will not allow her to keep her hands off her own breasts, and despite putting down towels every night, she wakes up to huge wet spots; she is caressing her boobs as she s1eeps.
But there she is, on her back, her boobs so full that they can no longer stack, they roll her onto her back, half the weight pressing in her chest and abdomen while the bottom halves lie on either side of her hips. She tries, but she cannot sit up with all that boob weight, so like a turtle on its back, she wiggles her butt to the side of the bed, where she can now stand before staggering off with her boobs swaying from bouncing off her thighs. As her Keurig warms up, she stands, where after lifting one at a time and placing them, her breasts now rest heavily on the kitchen counter, when suddenly the urge strikes and as she drops one huge areola into the kitchen sink, she uses both hands to start heavily massaging the breast as the bottom of the sink quickly fills with warm milk. Why would a girl want boobs so huge as to be inundated by their size and weight and why would she keep stroking and squeezing them when that is only going to make them bigger? I don't know, but I have seen this before, and with her oxytocin now flowing, she will be experiencing a orgasm in a minute before lifting her boob out of the sink and plopping it onto the counter to make room for the other boob to have its turn in the sink. It is a wonder she gets anything done in the course of the day. The coffee is getting cold, but she never worries about running out of cream.
Bombayduk suggested a scenario of what it would be like to have breasts around the 100 inch mark and what this would mean in terms of daily life. I was able to find a model with slightly larger breasts at 108 inches, Shirely, who gave the following account.
Hi, my name is Shirely and I measure 108-22-32 after years of a breast enlargement regime offered by a private doctor by the name of Dr. Bustamonte. I started with one shot a week when I had a 36-22-32 figure which resulted in a one inch gain in my bust a month. I didn't really have a breast size goal, but I was delighted with my 48-22-32 figure after a year. I didn't have any problems with my boobies at 48 inches other than I had to lean over a bit to see my feet and off-the-shelf bras were difficult to find.
Going from 48 to a 60, my breasts and areola had expanded to a still manageable size. The weight of my breasts was causing them to take on a more tear-dropped shape and I had to go to a custom made bra, go braless or use an over-sized tee shirt tying the shirt below my boobies to keep them from wobbling too much from side to side. I couldn't see my feet when standing anymore and trying to cut up vegetables in the kitchen could not be done unless I stood parallel to the counter.
In the next year, Dr. Bustamonte increased my shots to two a week to keep up the volume needed for my one inch growth a month. I was thrilled and delighted with the thrust and heaviness of my new 72-22-32 shape and how it was almost impossible to hide the fact that I did indeed have very large breasts not unlike some matronly women you may have seen. The attention I would get was embarrassing at first, but I grew to actually need to be seen so I went out quite a bit in stretchy tees with an oversized blouse hiding my projection when seen from the side. The stretchy tees at least kept my wobble down but not entirely now as they would sway beautifully, slip-sliding on my tummy. I had to have a lubricating cream under my boobies to prevent chaffing. Also around this time, I don't know why, but my nipples began to leak droplets of milk. I think it was because of my expanded mammary glands inside my boobies and the action of my breasts swaying induced some sort of hormonal action. It was not a big problem. A wad of tissue over my nipples was good enough for an hour out in the public.
At 84-22-32, the width of my breasts brushed against the side of most doors and jutted forward over a foot in front of me. My bottom-heavy breasts rested on my lap when I was sitting, which was getting to be more and more common for me as that took the load off my back. My breasts were leaking non-stop now so I took an old small bra, added long straps for it to fit around my breasts and stuffed absorbent pads in the cups. I had to carry extra pads with me because they were soaked through in an hour. Sometimes I just let them soak through to watch peoples expressions. Hee hee. I enjoyed the attention. The weight of my boobies was making me a little unsteady on my feet and I used a cane to help me keep my balance when walking. I could definitely feel the pull of my boobies forward!
Three shots a week now to get to 96 inches in the next year. My huge boobies were down past my pubic area now. I had to go completely braless and the sway of my breasts when I walked was fantastically satisfying. I had to hire a part-time house keeper to help me get into my panties, tops, skirts, pants, socks, and shoes. I couldn't reach my feet so she did my pedicure, too. I couldn't use toilet paper anymore – could reach around, so I got a bidet toilet. I had to have my house keeper wash me with a hose and sponge in the shower as I hung on to handicap bars. Using the oven and other kitchen appliances was impossible because of the girth and jut of my boobies. Either my house keeper cooked for me or I ordered out. I had to place any food I was going to each on top of my boobies and I seemed to spill my drinks every day trying to reach for my glass. But given all of this, I still was over joyed with the size of my bosoms so I continued on with my enlargement with Dr. Bustamonte.
Now at 108 inches, I still feel I am not finished yet! I have “booby greedy” for sure. When I go out, which is not often, I use two canes with four prong feet to keep my balance. The girth of my breasts will block the isle in any grocery store and I have to go put one boob through sideways and then the other to get through any door, unless it is a double door. I have my house keeper with me always when I go out. I don't fuss to trying to exchange the pads to keep my blouses dry. I just let them soak through to make huge wet circles on my tops. Anything I wear on top is stretched out to the max and I have to be real careful not to turn too quickly without looking or I might knock someone down! My breasts have because to sensitive that I get the big “O” just putting on clothing. I find myself constantly touching and massaging myself and maintain an almost constant buzz of the big “O”. I love to go to the beach with a custom bikini. You can imagine the stares! I had to by a van so my house keeper to get me around. It is a nice van with a big side sliding door and a bench seat. Watching me get in and out of that van is laughable! I am so huge I generally end up on my hands and knees trying to squirrel my boobies around until I get in a sitting position. I have to come up with some better for a vehicle. Needless to say, climbing into bed at night is also a chore. I have trapeze handles, handicap handles and I don't wear Pjs anymore. Too much of a bother. My huge boobies splay to each side of my body. I **82** on my back and I ring my bell for my house keeper if I have to get out of bed. Oh, and I continue to leak through the night. My bed can get quite messy.
I suppose it sounds like too much of a bother to be so huge breasted, but then there are many side benefits – like wonderful lovers who love gigantic boobies! Oh well, I'll leave it there. If you have any questions, please ask. I will be happy to respond. Shirely.