ouchboobs wrote:
bbbman8r wrote:
ouchboobs wrote:
That's a bogus article -- the blog owner wrote it to get traffic and views. The girl in the photos is a now 20-yr-old American who lived in New Hampshire. She went by the name "Annie K".
Yeah ouchboobs, I read the article but never thought of it from that point of view but it makes perfect sense or cents if you look at it from a marketing perspective as he's probably just trying to drive traffic to his site for profit sake. I should have known as it seemed suspicious.
You know, back about 3 years ago when she burst onto the internet scene, no pun intended, I ran into this article on one of those blog sites that were up at the time where dudes were posting and commenting about her. Well, some young guy who claimed to have known her posted this article called "ANNIE KEENAN: a diary of a j-cup girl..!"
Now this was supposed to be her own personal diary entry about her high school years, her first real boyfriend and having sex with him in the woods, plus her experiences on her job and dealing with her huge macromastia breasts. It is like 2 1/2 pages and one of the most interesting reads I've ever seen on this subject. It seemed completely honest and legit to me but you can be the judge also. It could have been somebody with a very creative imagination such as this marketer guy though. This article from Dec. of 2009 starts by saying that she was 19 so that would now make her about 21 or 22. If you like I will post it up for your reading pleasure.
bbbman8r,
Where is this article you're referring to? Please post it....I'd like to take a quick read. Thanks.
Ok, here you go.....if this is against the forum rules then I guess we'll find out. Please let me know your impression of it. Thanks in advance.
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ANNIE KEENAN
a diary of a j-cup girl..!
I am 19. I live with my parents, and go to college at a school a half hour from our house. I commute. Saves money. I work 4 hours on either Saturday or Sunday at Penney’s in the men’s clothing section, depending on when they want me. I have a boyfriend I met in high school. He’s in college, too, but is 200 miles away. He comes in on some weekends, but sometimes is away for several weeks at a time.
We started dating when I was 16. He saw me in the hallway in school, and asked to take me out at my locker. I was already dating someone so I told him thanks but no. A few months later we started going out. He was very sweet. We were both virgins.
On our 4th date, I let him feel me up. We were outside on his back porch after his parents had gone to sleep.
On our 5th date, at the drive in, I let him finger me.
And then on our 6th date, on a Sunday afternoon, when my parents had left for their Sunday drive, I let him do me. I’d felt him below, and took him out. I played with it for a while. It wasn’t the first boy’s thing I’d felt. But I’d never let any boy finger me. Except John. So I led him into me, and he did me. He did me hard, and he came. It was my first time. Most of my girlfriennds had already lost their cherry. I waited till I found someone I really liked. I didn’t know if I liked it or didn’t like it. An hour later I let him inside me again. That time I liked it, and he came inside me again. I wasn’t too worried, though, because I’d just finished my period the day before. I liked having part of him inside me. I didn’t tell my mother. It was the day before my 19th birthday.
A week after my birthday, I used some of my gift money to buy a new bra. I am large there and wear a 34I. But that day the I cup bras were too tight. The J cup bras were just right. So I bought a 36J bra. I bought a skirt, too. My waist size hadn’t changed any. I’m a 26.
The following weekend my parents went on a 3 day overnight trip. They were so romantic all of a sudden. I invited John over and we fucked at my house all weekend. He came several times and so did I. I made him wear a rubber because it was not the best time of my cycle, and I didn’t want to get pregnant. He remarked to me that he thought my breasts had gotten bigger. He said he liked that. When he looked at my breasts when I was playing with him, he would get harder. He came once on them. I rubbed it all into them. It felt good.
In a couple of months, John would be leaving for college. In the meantime, we drove around a lot in his old beat up Chevy, and he’d take me to deserted beaches, and cabins he knew of in the woods. We fucked a lot. It really didn’t matter where. We fucked everywhere. I was always careful. I cried when he left. It took me several days to get over the fact he was gone.
A month after he left, he came home for a 3 day weekend. We went driving in the country. He brought his camera. I let him take pictures of me by some trees on a trail. He said he wanted them to have to look at while he was gone. It was autumn and I had a cotton red striped white pullover on, and jeans. My blouse was pretty snug. He shot many pictures. It wasn’t warm outside, but not cold either. After several pictures he coaxed me to take my blouse off. I finally agreed. I had a black bra on, one of my 36Js. I held in my tummy on some of them to accent my bust. I felt my nipples harden. He dared me to take my bra off, but I wouldn’t, even though there was no one around.
When he was done shooting, and it was getting towards sunset, I let him fuck me on the forest bed on the trail. For that I let him take my top off. He spent a lot of time playing with and kissing my breasts. He said they looked bigger, again. I couldn’t tell. He came in me and it was a safe time of the month. I liked having him inside me.
He emailed me after he went back to school and he said he liked the pics we took. He sent me them and I stored them in a secret file in my laptop. I didn’t want my parents finding them. I have a friend Nancy. She comes over some times. I showed her the pictures. At one point, she let out, "My God, your tits are so huge!" I looked at her in shock. I felt my nipples get hard, hearing her say those words. I crossed my arms so she wouldn’t see my nipples show through my bra and blouse.
When she left, I went to my room, closed the door, and took my top off. I took my bra off, and looked at myself in the dressing mirror. My nipples were large and pointing. I lifted one breast with both hands and began to tease the nipple with my tongue. I’d never done this before. I left all that up to John. But I hadn’t seen him in weeks. I rolled my tongue around. It felt exquisite. Like when John did it. I began to feel damp, below. I locked my door, slipped out of my jeans, and got onto my bed and spread my legs. After a bit, my cell phone rang. It was John.
PART 2" :
metimes I look at myself in the mirror, topless, and I think, "Your tits are too big! Your tits are too big!" They really are. They’re getting ridiculously huge. My aerolas are like small pancakes, or the size of round sausages, like you’d get at Denny’s. And my nipples I swear sometimes feel like little plugs. Since I started sucking on them myself, I do it almost every day now! Especially before I fall to sleep at night. I need extra padding on my bras now so that they won’t show through. I need padding on the bra’s shoulder straps, and the first thing I do when I get home is take the damn thing off. I never wear one at home any more. Parents be damned. I try and wear loose clothing anyway, so it’s not too noticeable them, well to Daddy at least. He looks sometimes. I don’t get angry. He’s a man! They’re supposed to. But he loves me and he wouldn’t hurt a hair on me. Still, sometimes it seems like he stares too much!
Other times I look at them, and frankly, I’m aroused. I’ve noticed they’ve grown, and I’m like, cool, bring it on. Heh!
And when I meet new people, sometimes I can read their minds, by watching their eyes. Like, "Oooh, your tits are so big!" I just have to remember to separate myself from my breasts. We’re not one and the same! (Or are we?).
Sometimes, in the mornings, when I wake up, my "headlights" are literally out and full so far, I feel like I have corks on the edge of my tits. There’s just no stopping them at times like that, and unless I wear a bra, it’s hard to hide my aroused state no matter what I wear. My parents have never, surprisingly, mentioned my breasts to me, in speaking, though it must be obvious, since my mother is not blessed in that department, wearing a 36B. I checked. We are both about the same size, otherwise - between a 4 and a 6, and about the same height, 5'4". Yet I for some reason have developed a set of tits, which, as one boy remarked to me one time at a party, "routinely stop Mack Trucks." Hmm. Maybe it’s the deliberate nonmention of the topic which leads me to believe it is an issue. I don’t know. They must’ve come from my father’s side of the family. Grandma is rather heavy chested, though a bit too portly for my taste.
John is to be home in 2 weeks. I can’t wait!
Meanwhile, I fantasize about my professors. So far no boys have caught my atttention, tho for a handful, I seem to have caught theirs! (they stare at me in class) Two of my profs are good looking. But neither seems to have taken any special notice of me. They’re both married. Naughty me. The things I imagine we’d do, their wives would of course never approve of.
Class gets boring. Just like high school sometimes! If I know a boy is staring at me in class, sometimes for kicks, I’ll tease him. I’ll give him a side profile, and use my forearm to hide, or disclose, as needed! Sometimes, when disclosing, I’ll take an extra deep breath or arch my back ever so slightly. I know what I’m doing and I like it! If the boy tries to speak to me after class, I just ignore him! Just because I let him gaze at my bust doesn’t mean I’m going to let him play with it. Ha! Ha! I wonder if they think about me later, during "private time."
Okay, I’ll fess up. It’s my diary. Time to be honest. There was one boy who did catch my eye. He was very shy. He sat in the back of the room and rarely spoke to anyone. He seemed to keep to himself a lot, his head in books all the time. He had a thick shock of dark hair, glasses, and pale skin, a small face, and upturned. Actually he wasn’t very tall, maybe about my height or a little taller. When I wore heels I was taller than him. He didn’t stare at me, but he’d smile a little when passing and it was a sweet smile. His name was Pat, for Patrick. We started talking a little after class. One day we both had the rest of the afternoon off, it was a Friday I believe, so went to a local pub. He was so funny. He made me laugh like since I can’t remember.
My breasts feel so large sometimes. I mean, I can feel them, jugging about, when I walk, especially when I’m around other people, and I don’t notice them so much when it’s just me, by myself. I’m quite self conscious of it at work, at Penney’s on the weekends when I work there. I wish I wasn’t in the men’s department, but that’s where they’ve put me. Some men have no interest I swear of buying anything at all, as they roam the aisles of my department. I think they are just checking me out. Some ask me ridiculous questions. "Do you know where men’s underwear is," and the like. And they don’t buy any! They do give me the once over though and sometimes twice over. I almost can feel their eyes on my breasts as they quick-scan me. Or when I’m checking them out at the cash register, and I’m not looking at them, but I know they’re just staring at my rather voluminous bust, especially if I’ve worn something snug. Sometimes it annoys me, sometimes I don’t care, other times I can feel my nipples swell and I get aroused as I can feel their eyes roaming about my big tits. I just never know how I’m going to feel.
My boss, Tabitha, and I, get along fine. What a weird name! She’s about 34, and slim, and separated. No kids. She says she wants them. She thinks it’s her husband’s fault. He doesn’t want any. She thinks he’s impotent anyway. She laughs kind of haughtily when she says that. It was her that cheated, not him. Ang get this - with a woman! She says she’s not bi, though. She was just experimenting, and her husband caught her, in the kitchen of all places. Just a little kissing. He freaked out. Tabitha looks at my bust a lot, too, I’ve noticed, especially when I’m wearing something snug. If I’m feeling adventurous, I’ll wear a thin fabric bra, so the male shoppers can have a gander at my headlights. It may increase sales! Tabitha just walks around in a fog when I do that. I’ll usually wear some medium snug solid color blouse with a high neckline. With every move I make I can feel them push against the outer tips of the bra cups and it just gets me more excited. By the end of the shift with all the staring at my chest, my nipples feel so big I feel like I could bust. My panties are soaked, too. Will it be like this, always?
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