Over-Endowed and Under Observation

“It still seems surreal.” Skye confessed, “One day you’re just leading a perfectly ordinary life, and the next, you're left starting to wonder if your breasts will ever stop growing? You can’t see your own feet, your wardrobe doesn’t fit, and there seems to be little you can do about it.”

“Eventually I gave in,” she said, “it got to a point where I was struggling day-to-day, and I didn’t dare leave the house. Even under baggy clothes, they were impossible to hide. A friend suggested I sign up to the BrasByDesign Testing and Research Facility; they run a whole program dedicated to unexplained over-development, and thankfully they took me in.”

“I’ve made so many new friends in the department, and all of us are looking for the same answers. I guess that gives us an instant bond. We all just want to know what on earth is happening to our bodies. Just what is it that has triggered our breasts to keep growing and growing? We have our own speculations and theories, along with BrasByDesign who conduct the testing and compile the research. There have been some interesting discoveries, but as of yet, nothing conclusive.”

“A lot of suspicion is placed on the food industry - it is very poorly regulated, and it isn’t something that many of us here ever really thought about. Many of us have been on dietary trials whilst at the facility, but so far, none of them have had much of an effect one way or another. I’m not really qualified to talk about it, but the department suspects it may be a long term build up of certain additives or chemicals. For now though, it is largely a theory.”

“If you can imagine, I was a 30 C-cup before all of… of this. I could jog, I could go out and dance, anything. Then not long after my twentieth birthday, my body just went bananas and I had no idea why.”

“At first it was steady. Normal, almost. I just assumed I’d gone up a cup-size. Then it was two. As the weeks went by, my boobs just kept getting bigger, and bigger. I began to panic a little. I wasn’t averse to having larger breasts entirely. In fact, I would have welcomed a cup-size or two, and for a brief time, I quite enjoyed the extra size, but then they just kept on going!”

“You’re hoping it is just a growth spurt, of course. Maybe they’ll stop soon, and you can take stock of your new body, get acclimated to it, you know? It's constant, however, and you’re constantly playing catch up, learning how to cope on the fly. You resent buying new clothes or bras, because you’re pretty sure you’ll just outgrow them within a few weeks. All the time, you’re trying to keep life as normal as possible, carry on as though nothing is happening. There’s only so much you can hide under a baggy sweater!”

“I was in a house-share with two other girls, and thankfully they were more supportive than not. It was one of them who recommended I get in touch with BrasByDesign. She had a cousin that had gone through a similar issue a few years earlier, and convinced me not to play it down. At this point my breasts were developing faster than ever, and I was really starting to struggle as they grew larger. I was over-filling a double-L cup bra. I kept tripping up because I couldn’t see my feet or keep my balance. I’d knock cups and bowls off of the counter in the kitchen as I turned around. We’d laugh about it, which made things easier, but I knew if my breasts didn’t stop growing soon, I would have to get help.”

“I finally made my mind up after a long day at college. I’d been in lectures all day - at least you can kind of hide away at the back of a lecture theatre. My shoulders and back were aching like mad. I was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as I made my way towards the bus station. I was starting to get a lot of attention, but I did my best to avoid it. Then, as I made my way down the main front steps, I just felt my left bra strap pop! The extra momentum as my tits dropped almost threw me over and I grabbed onto the railing. This wasn’t a flimsy little bralette, either, it was a N-cup! Admittedly I was over-filling it by quite a bit at that point - it was about the biggest off-the-shelf bra I had been able to track down - but even so, it was a sturdy piece of underwear. I had to make my way to the bus station about one-hundred yards away, sort of cradling my left boob with my binder, hoping the right strap would hold out long enough to get me home. It broke when the bus went over a bump in the road.”

“I refused to leave the house after that,” Skye recalls, “for about two weeks I just sulked as my tits continued to get bigger. That’s when my friend finally convinced me to apply to the Research Program. Even if they can’t treat me directly, the research might be able to help someone else, right? All of a sudden, I at least felt as though I had purpose again. I even keep up my studies still.”

“Being analysed and examined takes some getting used to, and to be honest, I still find it quite overwhelming. It has taken a lot for me to start getting used to my new body, and it is constantly changing. I’ve had to accept that I am probably going to get much, much larger yet.”

“The staff however, are incredibly supportive, and do their absolute best to make life as easy as possible for a growing girl. There are women here far bigger than myself, and they all seem to lead a happy enough life, which has really helped me put things in perspective - not to mention, make new friends.”

“My old friends from the house-share come to visit, too. They really do their best not to look too gobsmacked by how much I’ve developed between visits. And to think, I used to think my friends' double-D cup bras used to look big!”