The Biggest Tits on Earth?!

Vic

Before Vic could apologize, Tatiana threw off her blanket.

He had been told Tatiana’s mobility was impaired due to her weight. That was true enough, she looked to be carrying at least a hundred extra pounds.

What they failed to tell him was that she carried all that weight in her tits. All of it. It looked like she was fifty-percent boob by mass, like there was enough tit there to make an entire second woman.

Vic was genuinely stunned. He’d always been more of a boob guy, but he’d never imagined boobs like this before, and certainly never thought he’d see something so incredible in the flesh.

Tatiana wore nothing underneath that blanket; no shirt, no tank, no bra. Of course, he doubted anyone would have made bras in her sizes; there weren’t enough letters in the alphabet. Each breast was so large that the only proper volumetric comparison he could make was to aquarium sizes.

Ten gallons? Fifteen gallons?

Her areolas stood out like bright pink dinner plates, staring right at him, yet her nipples appeared to be only slightly above average size, and seemed positively tiny compared to the rest of her giant breasts. He could make out crisscrossing networks of blue veins that stood out from her pale skin, skin that may not have felt the sun's rays in years.

If it hadn’t been for Jade thoroughly vacuuming out his balls, it would have been much harder to hide his growing stiffness. Thankfully, Vic’s refractory period wasn’t quite that short, and his clinical mind was able to catch up. Finally, he remembered the term for her condition.

Gigantomastia: literally, giant breasts.

Tits were guaranteed to grab Vic’s attention, especially big tits, and Tatiana’s also introduced an element of medical intrigue, one of his other main interests. His brain rapidly sorted through all the information he’d ever learned about medically significant breast growth.

As he could recall, gigantomastia was an extremely rare condition, but he’d seen some pictures of the afflicted. Usually the skin was very stretched out, sometimes to the point of forming ulcers, or tears, and the growth was very irregular, usually leading to severe asymmetry.

Tatiana's condition seemed different in a number of ways. For one, assuming he remembered correctly, gigantomastia started at something like five pounds of breast. Or was it five percent of your body mass? Either way, Tatiana was waaaay overqualified, and probably passed both of those milestones by ninth grade. There were definitely stretch marks, but her skin didn't really have that scarred, swollen look to it, and they seemed much more symmetrical, and well-formed than most. They were shaped like huge, swollen teardrops that flared out wider than her shoulders, and hung down far enough to fill her lap and even spill out over her thighs. They started just below her collarbone and only stopped just behind her ankles, even with her legs out straight in front of her, and left not a hint of her hips or torso visible from head on. She was easily far larger than any other case of Gigantomastia he could recall. Yet, despite their enormity, they otherwise still looked like healthy breasts.

What else could it be?

His mind was racing through all the images and videos of huge boobs he’d seen over the years, but even the bustiest “macromastia” models weren’t even close to Tatiana’s size, probably not even a tenth her size. The only things that even remotely compared to the sight before him were drawings, cartoons, and obvious prosthetics used in very strange porn shoots. But these were real, these gigantic, colossal, prodigious tits belonged to a real person… who was right in front of him.

Shit, am I staring?

Unsure how much time he’d spent lost in boob-related thoughts, Vic tore his eyes away from her tits and back to her face. To his shame, he saw tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Jesus, she's about to cry! Damage control!

He fake coughed into his hand. “I apologize for my reaction, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just… I had no idea what to expect, and, well… They only told me your mobility was impaired, they didn’t tell me why.”

“It’s okay… everyone stares.” Her eyes drooped back down to the extensive line of cleavage that must have constantly filled her vision.

Shit, that only made her even more self conscious.

“No! No, it's not okay. That wasn't a professional response on my part. I have to admit, I’ve never seen a case quite like yours before, and you kind of surprised me—really wasn’t expecting to get flashed like that—but that's no excuse for my reaction. I know it must be scary, meeting new people like this, and if we’re going to be spending a lot of time together, I don't want you to feel self conscious about your body, especially not around a caretaker. Can you please forgive me?”

“Oh? Yes, of course.” She wiped the unformed tears away from her eyes, and rested her hands back down on the massive shelf of her tits.

“I actually think it was very brave of you, opening up like that, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“That's… that’s kind of you to say.”

No, girl, that was the bare minimum of human decency. He was trying to give her the control, but she was so mousy that she deferred to him instantly. Well, I guess this is better than her screaming and calling me a creep. Just keep her talking, don’t let her feel like a freak.

Increasing her self-esteem would have to come later, first, he had serious questions about those tits of hers that demanded answers.

“Now, am I correct in guessing that you’ve been diagnosed with gigantomastia?”

She nodded. “Yeah, my breasts started to grow in when I was twelve, like most girls, I guess. Except, mine never actually stopped…”

“So they’re still growing?”

She nodded.

Wow, six years of continuous breast growth, and she’s still not done. “Do you know the cause?”

“Not really, they say it's idiopathic.”

He nodded. “Meaning, they have no idea what the root cause is.” That figures.

“Yeah. Might be a glandular problem, but according to the doctors, my estrogen, progesterone, and prolactin levels were all very high, especially prolactin, but apparently that’s not enough to explain all this…” She brought her hands back to rest on the tops of her breasts, creating ripples of titflesh that disrupted the otherwise smooth skin, like a stone thrown into a pond. Out of respect, he only watched through his peripheral vision. “They think my breasts might be extra sensitive to the hormones, but not the rest of my body, which is why I didn’t just get fat, like a normal person.”

Interesting. There must be something to that. I can’t imagine a standard hormonal imbalance would make for a figure like hers. Though, these giant boobs probably can’t be the only symptoms she’s experiencing. Definitely something to look into later.

“That must have been very tough. And, how much can you move on your own? Can you walk?”

“A little, but it's really hard for me. They’re, um, really heavy, and it messes with my center of gravity. Plus, they slap against my legs, which can really hurt. The doctors said I shouldn’t go very far without support if I don’t want to put too much strain on my back.”

Wow. “I can only imagine.” So, she’s gonna need me to lift her tits for her, pretty much any time she needs to do anything. Suddenly the shape of her walker made perfect sense: it was essentially just a mobile shelf for her to rest her tits on. Vic knew this would be a hands-on kind of job, but he wasn’t expecting second base multiple times a day, and with the biggest tits on Earth. “How did you manage your condition before coming here?”

“Weren’t really big enough to stop me from moving around until a couple years ago. My parents started helping. Well, then they got divorced, and it was just my mom after that.”

God, I really hope she doesn’t tell me her father walked out because his daughter became disabled… Mercifully, she didn’t bring up any further trauma that he needed to address at this moment, so Vic got back to the practical concerns that he was much more comfortable dealing with.

He clapped his hands together. “Okay, then why don’t you outline a typical day for yourself? Tell me the kinds of things your parents would help you with, that way I can get an idea of where to start.”

“Well, my mom used to wake me up each morning. I used to have my own alarm, but one time I knocked it off my nightstand and couldn’t reach it by myself, so she started doing that for me.” Damn. “She’d help me into my walker, then the shower, and she’d wash any parts I couldn’t reach myself…” She trailed off, blushing feverishly at the idea of Vic washing her off.

“It’s alright, you wouldn’t be the first patient I’ve helped bathe.” That was true, but none of those instances involved soaping off a hundred pounds of titty.

“Okay…” she smiled nervously before continuing, “then she’d help me put on some clothes.”

Oh duh. Of course, she must have some way to cover those things besides a blanket, but he couldn’t imagine any sized bra would still be useful. It just didn't seem like a logical plan when there was no way to realistically support those tits from her back.

“What did she use?”

“This fabric we’d wrap around them and she’d pin in place on my back. I can walk you through it, I have some pictures of how it’s supposed to look… but we don’t have to do it now.”

Would have thought this girl might want to cover up if she’s so embarrassed. Maybe she just doesn’t want to bother with that before her shower?

“Sure, we can try that later,” Vic agreed, “then what?”

“Then mom helped me to the kitchen table, I’d eat, and after that my tutor would come teach me for the school day.”

Ah, a Tutor. “So I take it, you were homeschooled?”

“...Yeah.” She seemed embarrassed to admit it.

“It’s alright,” he reassured her, “that’s not something you should be ashamed of. Just means there’s probably a lot about college life I’ll need to explain before classes start.” Like, everything about having a social life. “Were you always homeschooled, or did your parents switch to homeschooling after you received your diagnosis?”

“Yeah,” she huffed, “you could say that. I went to public school until eighth grade, spent all of high school at home…” Her lips twitched at the mention of eighth grade.

So, if her breasts started growing at twelve, then that means about two years of accelerated growth before finishing the eighth grade. Damn. Most people didn’t have a great time in eighth grade, but it wasn’t hard to imagine Tatiana being bullied and harassed much worse than the average preteen girl with boobs that probably far exceeded the size of her head. There truly is no end to the cruelty of middle-schoolers. Clearly, there were some issues there that might need addressing, later, once they were more comfortable together.

“Well, middle school’s far behind us, now you’re in college, congratulations! I think you’ll find that most people have a way better time here than they ever did in grade school. But that does mean you’ll have to do some things outside of this room, like get to those South campus classes, and if I’m gonna help you with that I'll need to be sure that I can actually move you from your bed to the walker, yeah?”

“Um, yes. That would be a good start.”

“So, how would your mom do this?”

“She had a pulley set up with a big sling,” Tatiana pointed to the ceiling, “that she’d slide underneath, and then she’d lift them up a bit up off the bed, I’d scoot to the edge and she could wrangle them into the walker.”

Wow, sounds very involved.

He looked around the bed, yet found none of the equipment she was describing. “But we don’t have a pulley?”

She shook her head, “No, the university installed the pull-up-ropes, but forgot about the pulley.”

He sighed. Brute strength it is. “I’ll call them later today and see to it that they install one. In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to do this manually. Now, do I have your consent to touch your breasts?” Not a sentence he ever expected to say outside of a mammogram, or a really, really awkward date. He wasn’t sure which of them this had to be more awkward for.

Probably her: until now the only people who’ve touched her breasts have been her parents, doctors, and nurses, not strange college guys.

She bit her lip, then nodded, “Yes… I consent.”

Then again, maybe she’s used to them being handled. Hope I can do this right.

“Thank you, Tatiana, for trusting me, even though we just met.” He checked the walker first, made sure the brakes were on. They were.

Moment of truth.

“Alright, I’m gonna start by trying to lift just one from underneath, test the weight. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

“Okay, I’ll start with the right. Err-sorry , my right, so your left.”

“Okay.”

He knelt on the bed, right next to her colossal left breast, then looked to her for confirmation. She nodded, so he went for it.

Vic slid both hands under the enormous boob, and tried to gain purchase before lifting. It occurred to him that he was literally feeling her up, but there was no getting around it. He had to know how pliable they were if he was going to be moving them around.

Just remember: this is for medicine. You’re a good person, not a pervert.

The first things he noticed about Tatiana’s incredible breast was its warmth, and softness. There was quite a lot of give to it, his hands sunk quite deeply into the bulging mass, and still portions of it spilled over his arms. He’d worked with obese patients before, moved them, helped them stand up, walk to the bathroom and around the hospital. Tatiana's breast felt very different. The lack of wrinkles or folds made it so unlike the fat or flab on a normal obese patient, and the sheer size of the thing ensured it felt nothing like squeezing a normal breast. Those he’d always been able to fit between his fingers, and were much firmer than the semi-fluid bulk that overflowed both arms.

There wasn’t really anything he could compare it to, yet it was far from an unpleasant feeling. The act of squeezing a giant titty with both arms was undoubtedly titillating, but Vic tried his best to think only clinical thoughts about moving the huge things.

It was a lot more pliant, more yielding than he’d expected, and the faint slipperiness from underboob-sweat made it even harder for him to maintain purchase. He managed to lift the distal end of one boob off the bed, and estimated its weight at about fifty pounds, but that still left a lot of its mass unaccounted for, much closer to Tatiana’s torso. When he tried to spread his arms out and grab the rest, the middle bowed down, and he lost his hold. It fell back onto the bed, where it continued to rock and jiggle for who knows how long.

He winced. “Sorry! I hope that didn’t hurt!”

“It’s okay,” she reassured him, “they’re hard to hold onto.”

No kidding.

“Okay, I’m going to try again, and when I lift it up, I want you to slide towards my side of the bed.”

With his second attempt, he was able to pick up her entire left breast, but she couldn’t make a lot of progress with the other one weighing her down. When it came down to it, each was about the same as a huge sack of rice—maybe seventy pounds—except much less dense, and they were a lot harder to hold onto. The weight of one breast by itself wasn’t the issue, he could easily lift seventy pounds. The real problems were that there were two of them, that they were so voluminous, so amorphous, and, critically, they were attached to a person, one who could feel both physical pain and embarrassment.

It didn’t help that all this boob-wrangling was making him a bit flustered himself. I feel like a virgin fumbling around with his girlfriend’s bra straps for the first time, only she needs me to pull through before she can go to the bathroom.

Vic decided to go with a more total approach. Hope she isn’t offended, but I can’t think of any easy way without engineering something out of those pullup ropes.

“Okay, Tatiana, new plan: I want you to just kneel normally and hold as much of the base of your breasts as you can. I’m going to get my legs underneath them, so I'm taking the weight there, and I’ll hold them together with my arms, and we’ll scoot back together until I reach the edge of the bed, then I’ll get out and slide them into the walker? I know it's going to mean a lot of contact, but I think it’ll work. Would you be okay with trying that?”

“Mhm!” She looked like she was biting back something.

“And you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

Vic had **** but to trust that she wasn’t just putting on a show to avoid seeming difficult. He managed to slide his legs under both breasts, and crossed them into a sort of lotus position, while he used his arms to grab the loose titflesh and hold it to his sides, like holding together two medicine balls filled with water. This left only his head not in contact with some portion of her expansive breasts.

Incredibly, despite it being merely ten minutes since Jade emptied his balls, he could already feel himself beginning to get hard again. Still, there was no way he could let go of all this boobage and discreetly adjust his crotch. All he could do was hope she didn’t notice. Assuming she’d never touched a boy before, he was betting she might just think it was his phone.

“Okay, I think I have it, are you ready to move?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, let's do this.”

He pushed back with his feet, while simultaneously doing his best to keep the giant tits resting in his lap. Holding the upper hemispheres together required the full span of his arms, and he still only managed to get about half the circumference in his grip. The motion sent waves of jiggling titflesh rubbing and bouncing into his crotch. He tried not to think about it, lest he worsen the swelling.

Thankfully, Tatiana followed his lead, grunting with real effort to move just the portion closest to her body. But working together, with him pulling, and her pushing, they managed to get those huge tits to the edge of the bed, parallel to the walker.

“Whew, you doing alright back there, Tatiana?”

“Mhm… I mean, yes! All good!” She looked a bit red in the face, but didn’t appear to have over-exerted herself too much.

“Great, then we’re almost through. I’m gonna let go now, so I can stand back up, you just yell if you feel yourself losing control of the weight. I won’t let you fall.”

“Okay.”

Vic slid his legs out from under the huge boobs, and then let go with his hands. Since there was no way she could see his waist behind all that tit, he took the opportunity to pretend to smooth out his shirt while he discreetly tucked his boner down his shorts.

“Okay, I guess I’ll slide the left over onto the walker.”

Now, all he had to do was get around to her left side, lean over, and pull the giant left boob onto the curved bed of the walker. It settled in after a moment, and seemed stable. Tatiana took the chance to extend her right leg to the ground, though she kept her weight on the bed, and both hands holding her massive right tit in place.

“Okay, I’m gonna need to unlock the brakes and move this a bit so I’ll have room to stand.” He adjusted its position, and locked the walker in place again.

“Okay, I’m going to slide my legs underneath, and together we’ll push into the walker, sound good?”

“Yes.”

He repeated the motion, letting the huge mass settle onto his lap, holding it in place with his hands.

“Okay, together now.”

They moved in sync, and once Vic’s legs reached the end of the bed, he straightened out, and let her breast down gently into the walker. It crashed into its twin with a loud plapping sound, and an insane amount of jiggling. Yet now that her tits were finally supported, Tatiana was able to stretch her legs off the bed, and, with a sigh of relief, she finally stood up to her full height.

Somehow he hadn’t noticed before (what with the hundred-plus pounds of boob obscuring her body), but this mousy, mega-chesty freshman was also several inches taller than him. Combined with her strikingly pretty face, she could have been mistaken for a runway model, if only one could look past the enormous funbags that completely dominated her frame.

Is her height another consequence of her hormonal imbalance, or would she have grown so tall no matter what? He estimated her at maybe six-foot-three-inches. That was very tall for a woman, and three inches taller than himself, but not quite outside the range of normal height. Still, being huge in more ways than one is probably not a coincidence.

“Thank you so much Vic!” She smiled down at him. “It feels so good to stand up without anything weighing me down!” She expressed her newfound weightlessness by literally jumping for joy, sending her head even higher above him, and lifting the base of her breasts up with her bouncing toso.

Vic watched as the twin masses jiggled and ricocheted off each other with the loud smack of skin-against-skin. The sight was so mesmerizing that he almost forgot to respond.

“Uh-yeah! Anytime! Really, I’m always happy to help.”

The oversized girl stopped bouncing, and began to stretch her arms out behind her back.

“I can’t believe you did all that without the pulleys! You’re a lot stronger than my mom, for sure!”

He beamed under her praise. “Thanks, but I couldn’t have done it by myself. That’s the power of teamwork.”

They both just smiled at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to speak. When neither did, Vic once again took the lead.

“So, what do you need me for next?”

Tatiana bit her lip nervously. “Ummm, well…” she trailed off.

She’s still embarrassed to ask for help.

“There’s no need to be coy, I’ll help in any way you need, It’s literally my job. No task too big or too small, remember?”

She blushed, and despite her full-body enormity, he still found the gesture obscenely cute.

“Okay, so, I was in bed for kind of a while, so…”

He could guess where this was going, but he wanted her to verbalize her needs. She’d have to get used to it; if they were going to do this every day, Vic would rather not have to play guessing games.

Tatiana must have realized he wasn’t going to finish her sentence. She exhaled deeply, mumbled something to herself, and blurted out “I NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER CAN YOU PLEASE HELP ME?!”

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