Tales from a Gargantuan Girl

I think most people simply are awakened by the alarm clock, yawn, moan and roll out of bed. It is no different for me, though with a little added steps and adjustments. I awaken, usually on my back (though not my preferred position) or on my side (preferred). I am very careful NOT to just TWIST and get up as with all this weight shifting this way or that can and has kinked my spine and neck. So I am careful to maneuver my giant flesh pillows as I slap the alarm to quiet it and start to rise to the new day. And here's a little bonus: I try to immediately set my mind to a positive mode, a positive voice. Sure, it doesn't work all the time, but it seems when I begin the day with a positive attitude, positive thoughts, telling myself I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY. I CAN DO THIS. RAIN OR SHINE, IT'S ALL OKAY, starts to day off right. (Along with a hot cup of coffee LOL) Once awake, and having my bearings...from lying on my back or on my side...I work on sitting up, ...

Another fun, short little tale by friend and talented writer Tallgeese4us. More GIANTESS fun. A Chest Above the Rest By Tallgeese4us Illustration by Tallgeese4us     Helia was running late this morning on her way to the office, but this wasn't a typical Wednesday morning for her. It started with a big dream, that turned into an even bigger fashion faux pas. None of her bras fit, even the maternity bras were no match for the hardy 12 inches her bustline had grown overnight. Extenders, forget it... This was going to be gutsy, but today would have to be braless.    Helia sighed in relief that her stretchy top could still contain her new size. So, she sped off to work. Driving was already more difficult than usual, she noted to herself. Scoring the last parking spot, Helia snuck in the side door and as swiftly as a busty ninja, and navigated her way to her desk.    No sooner had she booted up her computer, than an office wide meeting was c...

A friend of mine has shared his writing, and I enjoy immensely. Here is his first story. A GIANTESS themed story. Enjoy!!   The Night of the Growing Fog By Tallgeese4us Illustration by Tallgeese4us While on vacation in Pyeong, South Korea you are getting ready to check in at your hotel when a dense fog blankets the night sky. Yet, the fog seems to be shifting. Suddenly, a warmth washes over your skin. Out of the silence you hear the fabric of your top straining and stressing. Gradually, you feel the warmth of your skin increase. First in your chest, and then out to your arms and legs. The seams of your skirt and top whisper for relief, you kick off your shoes as they get noticeably tight.    You are growing bigger by the second, and from your former stature your height surges higher into the layers of fog. Your bra fills past its limits, with each popping hook you gain inches to your chest.    Outward and upward each growth spurt...

        Artwork by Biggals https://biggals.deviantart.com/ Bust size does not determine if you, as a mother of a newborn, can breastfeed. Not at all. Motherhood is wonderful. It is a experience of utter love. As the mother of a 2 and 4 yr old, I know this. I wouldn't have my life any other way, and my life seems so much more fuller with them. Bust size does not determine if you can breastfeed, can nurse. I have some friends who are so small breasted, without their gorgeous looks and slender hourglass, female forms, you might (I say MIGHT) mistake them as men. Though, again, probably not because they DO have shape. (Trying to save face in case one of them reads this.) A specific friend, who is small chested, has birthed, nursed and raised four darling children. And I recall them being well-fed and chubby little things when she was doing her thing. I was quite nervous about being able to nurse my kiddos. With the issue of hardly able to control them when fully...

Always being big chested, now moreso than ever before, basic clothing, ie, tops, blouses, brassieres, have always been a challenge. Why? Because, honestly, the fashion and clothing industry doesn't necessarily accommodate the EXTRA SIZED gal. I know more and more stores are putting stuff out there for the PLUS SIZED of us, and that is super kewlio. But still, for those of us with the slightly odd body shapes on top or bottom or both... good luck finding something off the shelf or off the rack that fits. Or perhaps it fits but doesn't fit like it should. And like trying to wear undersized shoes on your feet and walking around, wrong sized undergarments and tops can be the same thing.... A PAIN. Besides being extremely blessed with extremely ginormous breasts, I have also been very fortunate that my mother had a old high school friend who was a seamstress and this fine lady has been doing my alterations for tops and custom brassieres for years now. If I am "muffintop...

I have some big boobs. Okay, maybe BIG is not even the word for them anymore. Huge? Enormous? Gargantuan? Yeah, GARGANTUAN is the case here. A 124-inch bust is, yes, quite gargantuan, even if I say so myself. Hormones. Child-bearing years, and more hormonal dysfunctions. The reason. Always was big. Always. Desires feeding the actuality? Probably. A already big busted girl who loves breast expansion/breast inflation fantasies. Love balloons. Oh my...I ended up getting all of it in mass quantity. Advertise. See'em in the news or magazines. No. Though like to discuss openly all these things, not looking for spotlight. Will avoid it really. Goes back to some inner inferiority complex relating to body, self-image. Plus am a mother now so... Keep young ones protected from mom's craziness and from being some sort of publicized freak show. Am I happy this size? Yes. Would I enjoy being smaller? No. Would I enjoy being larger still? Honestly. If its meant to be. Yes. ...