A visit to my uncles turns into the most embarrassing and enlightening moment of my life. Here's how it unfolded:
I walk into my uncle's home bored to death because his kids were away visiting his ex-wife; I knew I'd be out of place with my parents, aunts & uncles, & their friends boozing it up and playing some stupid card game. Everyone wants a hug and kiss when I enter the living room, and god how I hate that...all the nasty lipstick smacks, and bear squeezes make me squirm, why the fuck do adults do this to little kids? I'll never know. My uncle offers me a glass of apple juice and potato chips, the chips sound good but apple juice is for babies I think to myself and look at my mom asking for a coke.
I take my snack and head off to my cousins bedroom, she's also six years old and has an ass load of...OMG...dolls...such a sissy, why can't she play with army men, trucks, and weapons? I try to put aside the wish for my favorite toys and the creative juices begin to flow. I pick up a couple of her silly Barbie dolls and immediately strip away their fancy little clothes when I happily spot the scissors and markers laying on my cousins desk. Hmmmm....damn it's so tempting and being the mischevious little brat that I am, I grab the scissors and a green & black marker. I decide the barbies will be a LOT more fun and interesting if they're groomed for combat. I spike their hair, add a green & black camo motif to their bods making sure the nipples on their little pointy boobs are painted completely in black. Ahhhh...that's so much better, now it's time to play MY way and the games begin...
Oh shit! I'm so engrossed in completely redecorating my cousins dolls I don't even notice that my dad is standing right over me watching as I finish the last enhancements! He jerks me up by the arm and tells me what a bad little brat I am once again, like I don't hear this each fucking day of my early childhood! I drop the dolls as he drags me into the living room, telling all those stupid adults how bad I'd been. I mean hell, where's the appreciation for a kids imagination? The adults look at me as if they'd seen a midget alien, and it's all I can do to keep from bubbling out with laughter. My dad picks me up and plops me on the sofa telling me not to move a muscle, yeah right, like I can keep my heart and lungs completely still dear ole dad. Geez. The adults forget about me as they continue to guzzle their booze and talk with excitement about some weird game called 'Strip Poker'...whatever the hell that is, I wonder? I sit there allowing my mind to take me to my private little place where I can BE me when I suddenly see her....
The portrait must be a new part of my uncle's collection, I didn't exactly know *what* he collected but I'd heard my mom say his painted girls should be kept hidden in a special place. Perhaps this girl snuck out, and wanted to be seen...who knows? I for sure couldn't take my eyes off of her long raven hair, beautiful face, and deeply painted eyes and red, shiny lips. As my eyes wandered down toward the rest of her form, I was stunned to see her bare chest. I could feel my breath draw in as I looked in amazement at her perfectly round and full breasts. Her boobs were the biggest I'd ever seen, and the nipples were perfectly pink, standing to attention as if they wanted to be touched. I could feel myself blushing from the thought of seeing this naked woman in front of all these people and hoped that no one had noticed. I was a bit too late breaking away from my trance when suddenly my uncle demanded to know what in the hell I was doing? He couldn't possibly be a gentleman and just let it go, no...he had to focus everyone's attention on me and the fact that I had been staring at a woman's nude breasts. Jerk.
The next day I couldn't forget or draw my mind away from this woman and just how lovely she looked. Several times throughout the day I would peek down my shirt and wonder how a girl could get those big, perfectly round beautiful boobs. Every afternoon my mom would send me to her bedroom for a nap, god knows why because I sure as hell couldn't fall asleep at the age of six. Looking back I suppose it was her way for a quiet escape of her own. As soon as she shut the door I removed my top and stood in front of her mirror, grabbing my own little immature nubs to see if I could stretch and pull hard enough in order to make them grow. It suddenly occured to me that I could try on one of my mother's bras, and perhaps if I wished really hard her bra would perform some kind of big boob growing magic just for me. After struggling with the fasteners, the straps, and all the material that was way too big for my small frame I was finally wearing my mom's black lace bra...but, nothing was happening...the magic I wished for, sadly, wasn't there. The bra just hung on my tiny chest to the point of almost reaching my belly button, and I looked totally ridiculous. It finally occured to me that I could make myself *grow* if I had something to stuff in the bra. I don't remember how many socks it took to do the trick, but I stuffed and I stuffed until the bra was filled to capacity. I was completely overjoyed at my new look, and began to anticipate my daily 'pretend naps' with my mom's bras and socks. I loved the way I could make my boobs grow and grow...
This is exactly how my big boob fetish began and it has been a vital part of my life since, but my *expansion* fetish didn't stop here and grew to encompass many parts of the body...I'll share all of this later.
~Bambi~
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Excited 
Joy 
Enjoying The Show 
Content 
Geez....have ya ever had a year when things get out of sorts and turn into the 'snowball effect'? Gosh, I have BUT things are finally settling down a bit...thankfully! It's tough when there's family illnesses and I WISH so much there was no hurt or meanness in the world...but I know this is wishful thinking. 
Amazed 
dA Love 
