Growing up can be difficult when you have large breasts.

Already as a kid you were not only much taller than the other kids, but also a bit overweight. Mind you not much, but it had been enough so that you have been called names. Like "Gianna, the big, fat cow". And as a teenager, when your body started to bloom, in addition to your height, you also started early to grow a quite impressive pair of breasts. And that didn't help your situation at all. The taunts only increased. Kids can be so cruel.

At high school, while the barbie dolls showed off their bodies and wore push up bras to emphasize their average breasts, you tried to hide your truly impressive ones. To hide your body you wore wide clothes, sweatshirts and the like.

When you got your first boyfriend, it turned out that apparently he only wanted to be with you because of your big breasts. He didn't take you serious as a person. When you made it clear, that you wouldn't have sex with him at this point of your relationship, it didn't take even one week until you caught him having sex with a pretty thin little cheerleader. That certainly didn't help your situation and neither your self-esteem. That experience alone resulted in the consumption of chocolate and ice-cream worth several pounds in weight. Pounds that you never managed to lose again.

When you entered college, for a long time you had been spared from any further overwhelmingly bad experiences. You even scored yourself a boyfriend again, Michael. He was a really nice person. He was also quite happy about your weight, because a considerable amount of these pounds had made it to your breasts. And he liked big breasts. You even lost your virginity to him. Life was good at that point.

However, things went downhill again after that point. You still cannot believe how it happened. Your boyfriend was really sweet and all charming. He tried to improve your self-esteem, he tried to convince you that you were not fat at all. That you had beautiful curves, and even more magnificent breasts. He told you that you shouldn't be ashamed of your body, that everything about you was desirable. He encouraged you to no longer hide your curves in baggy clothes, and to dress in a way that showed of your assets. Especially your large breasts. For a long time you resisted and dismissed his arguments. But he wouldn't give up. He insisted. And finally you started to believe him, and you caved in.

It was a Friday, and you were invited to a party. It was the home warming party of a friend, Amy, who had moved in together with her boyfriend, Richard, at that time.
And your own boyfriend, Michael, had finally convinced you to go shopping with him that afternoon. He wanted you to buy a proper party outfit. One that would show off your curves. He even offered to pay for it. And although you insisted that it was way over the top, he himself insisted as well, and made you purchase a ...