A lot of people have issues with my boobs. In fact if there is an issue that could polarize citizens more than healthcare reform it would be the effect of my tits on anyone who happens to see them. Some people, especially young boys or lecherous old men (my brother and dad included) think they are the quintessence of divine engineering, a true masterpiece from the Creator. Others mostly jealous girls or insecure older women (my younger sister and mom included) think exactly the opposite. They think my tits are a gift from Satan to lure weak men-folk to Hades. Either way I couldn't care less. I love my breasts and I'm pretty frigging proud of them. But before I go further maybe a detailed description of my most valuable treasures is necessary.
It isn't just that my breasts are big- a lot of breasts are big- but they are shaped like two oversized pears and stick out a mile from my chest. They sprouted quite early in my life and now that I'm twenty they are the very definition of double D. My boobs don't sag even with their considerable weight and they defy gravity. My tits actually point upwards. A male friend of mine once commented that I must be wearing some special type of bra. I told him that I hardly ever wore a bra due to the fact that getting my size was difficult and that even when I did, it made no difference. He didn't believe me so I took him to a quiet corner and asked him to remove my bra and feel me up. He couldn't believe his good luck and he gave my boobs a good squeeze. He later apologized for doubting the turgidity of my tits.
Also my nipples are long and hard like ice picks. There is no fabric known to man that can hide the bulges from onlookers. There was a time I used to tape them down due to the embarrassment I felt from staring eyes but nowadays I just don't care. I now enjoy flaunting my boobs and I make sure I wear very skimpy outfits to show them off. I enjoy jiggling them every time I pass someone and I relish the looks of intense lust or envy I receive. I've even caught my junior brother and my dad shooting dirty looks at me and have also noticed that they liked to brush up against my boobs at any slightest opportunity to the chagrin of my mother and sister. I loved it! But matters were bound to get to a head someday.
That day I was doing a little bit of gardening outside and I was wearing a white cotton blouse and a pair of baby blue bum shorts. The blouse was too tight round my bust so a few buttons had to be left undone. This left most of my creamy white cleavage in full view and naturally I wasn't wearing a bra. The weather was hot and humid so rivulets of sweat were running down all over my body, soaking the blouse and making my heavy tits even more obvious. My brown areolas were clearly visible. I noticed that the usually quiet street was suddenly quite busy as a lot of young guys kept walking past our yard. I pretended not to notice them.
"Lynn! Lynn!"
Someone was calling me from my neighbor's house and I noticed it was my 18 year old brother Thomas standing at the door. He was beckoning me to come.
"What!" I snapped irritably.
"Come and check out the plasma TV that Mr. Jonas bought for Richard" he said excitedly, "It's huge!"
A surge of envy gripped me and I wanted to know whether his TV was actually bigger than mine.
"Okay, I'm coming." I dropped the tools and went next door.
