Molly’s boobs were growing. It was not a fast process, but it was clear their volume was getting bigger. We started measuring them every month. I suggested she should go to a doctor and consult the problem. Molly did not want to. She was afraid the doctor would try to talk her into plastic surgery. However, after a year, when we had the numbers and her boobs did not seem to stop gaining weight and size she agreed. She took the paper with the numbers. During one year her upper measurement went from 146 cm to 178 cm. The weight of her boobs went up by about 2 kilograms each, although the left bo… 続きを読む

After a time Molly became an expert in making big bras. Anytime I came to her room, there were drawings, layouts, parts, rolls of material and unfinished bras. She experimented, she studied the issue on Internet, she took part in discussions and forums about tailoring bras and she was becoming very skilled in sewing. Our sex life was good. I usually came in the afternoon and we went out for a walk or to a mall or to the cinema. People stared at us, or better to say, they stared at her. Well, they stared at her breasts. There was no way to hide the immensity or her chest. No type of bra she wor… 続きを読む

Molly experimented with materials and layouts to make another bra. I went to her house almost every day and helped her with ideas purchasing various materials. She was planning, cutting parts, sewing them together and trying different shapes. She wanted to make a bra that would hold her breasts firmly while leaving some space for her arms and hands. We came to a conclusion that the cups should be lower. Actually, as low as her stomach. This setting left the upper part of her torso free. The new model let her huge boobs sag and the new bra was holding them on her stomach area. A wide back stra… 続きを読む

The next week Molly finished sewing her bra. It took a lot of time and a lot of work. Fortunately, she was very good at sewing with the sewing machine as well as sewing by hand. When I came to her room, she smiled at me, kissed me and took the bra from the desk. Of course it was a big bra. The cups were huge. They were braced with a thick wire at the bottom and with wide strips that crisscrossed each cup. Two of the strips went up and continued to form bra straps. These straps were softly padded and wide to distribute the weight of her breasts. The underband under the cups was wide too. It was… 続きを読む

Molly and me started dating. Well, at the beginning I just visited her at the house. We talked and cuddled in her room. Slowly, step by step, we were coming to making love. Molly did not show me her naked breasts at the first visit nor at the second. However, she let me play with them more at every meeting. I loved felling the curvature of the sides of her boobs. I scratched gently the part where the skin was stretched the most. I found her nipples usually hidden under the mass of her boobs and pressing against her thighs. I fondled them and they grew harder and bigger. And big they were, inde… 続きを読む

Molly was a sister of my best friend Tom. She was 6 years younger than Tom, a little cutie who played in the garden, while Tom and me were busy doing all the important things teenage boys do. We built a hut, ride bikes, steal cherries and apples from other gardens, and sometimes we went fishing instead of going to school. We fought, too. One day when I got beaten by a group of older boys Tom helped me throwing stones at them. Well, one stone hit me, but the other stones hit the bullies and the resulting effect was their hunting Tom. He managed to escape on his bike and I went home to have my w… 続きを読む

Molly’s boobs were growing. It was not a fast process, but it was clear their volume was getting bigger. We started measuring them every month. I suggested she should go to a doctor and consult the problem. Molly did not want to. She was afraid the doctor would try to talk her into plastic surgery. However, after a year, when we had the numbers and her boobs did not seem to stop gaining weight and size she agreed. She took the paper with the numbers. During one year her upper measurement went from 146 cm to 178 cm. The weight of her boobs went up by about 2 kilograms each, although the left bo… 続きを読む

After a time Molly became an expert in making big bras. Anytime I came to her room, there were drawings, layouts, parts, rolls of material and unfinished bras. She experimented, she studied the issue on Internet, she took part in discussions and forums about tailoring bras and she was becoming very skilled in sewing. Our sex life was good. I usually came in the afternoon and we went out for a walk or to a mall or to the cinema. People stared at us, or better to say, they stared at her. Well, they stared at her breasts. There was no way to hide the immensity or her chest. No type of bra she wor… 続きを読む

Molly experimented with materials and layouts to make another bra. I went to her house almost every day and helped her with ideas purchasing various materials. She was planning, cutting parts, sewing them together and trying different shapes. She wanted to make a bra that would hold her breasts firmly while leaving some space for her arms and hands. We came to a conclusion that the cups should be lower. Actually, as low as her stomach. This setting left the upper part of her torso free. The new model let her huge boobs sag and the new bra was holding them on her stomach area. A wide back stra… 続きを読む

The next week Molly finished sewing her bra. It took a lot of time and a lot of work. Fortunately, she was very good at sewing with the sewing machine as well as sewing by hand. When I came to her room, she smiled at me, kissed me and took the bra from the desk. Of course it was a big bra. The cups were huge. They were braced with a thick wire at the bottom and with wide strips that crisscrossed each cup. Two of the strips went up and continued to form bra straps. These straps were softly padded and wide to distribute the weight of her breasts. The underband under the cups was wide too. It was… 続きを読む

Molly’s Boobs – part 2 Molly and me started dating. Well, at the beginning I just visited her at the house. We talked and cuddled in her room. Slowly, step by step, we were coming to making love. Molly did not show me her naked breasts at the first visit nor at the second. However, she let me play with them more at every meeting. I loved felling the curvature of the sides of her boobs. I scratched gently the part where the skin was stretched the most. I found her nipples usually hidden under the mass of her boobs and pressing against her thighs. I fondled them and they grew harder and bigger.… 続きを読む

Molly was a sister of my best friend Tom. She was 6 years younger than Tom, a little cutie who played in the garden, while Tom and me were busy doing all the important things teenage boys do. We built a hut, ride bikes, steal cherries and apples from other gardens, and sometimes we went fishing instead of going to school. We fought, too. One day when I got beaten by a group of older boys Tom helped me throwing stones at them. Well, one stone hit me, but the other stones hit the bullies and the resulting effect was their hunting Tom. He managed to escape on his bike and I went home to have my w… 続きを読む