Body changing so fast

The pic was when they were much smaller.. last year.. no more pictures if I can help it.. Think I used to be cute.. now I look so fat... but it is only boobs... the rest of me is normal.. ... easier then.. it has been a few months.. still bigger.

I loved sports.. i still try to play.. but no longer serious.. now I just play a little.. only for fun and laughs - the boobs are just too big. Too rediculous...mostly I can only sit on the side now.. the boobs just kill me..

I had a birthday this month. The one thing I wanted was one day with no bra. The straps always hurt. So tight.. can't breath deep.. digs in.. so hot.. its like kill my body for the boobs... figured one day I would try to not worry about the boobs to save my body... kill the boobs.. save my body... just one day!! Happy Birthday for my body!..

It was great.. as long as I didn't do anything.. but I wanted to do things.. went to the store.. they hurt and swang.. held them some..got staired at by everyone.. some women gave me such evil looks... guys just stared like normal... Jake wanted to play football like always.... I went.. couldn't really play.. i did try a little.. first time trying to play without a bra in about a year.. the guys were just being so nice and played real easy to not hurt me. I think they liked it tho.. they wanted me to play more.. but I just couldn't - I had to give up and just sit on the side.... with my stupid boobs... no fun. No body else had this problem... all guys there..

School has started. I haven't found a sports bra in the store that will fit - they seem to all stop at a D cup for my back size. So still wearing a D cup sports bra in gym class. I see the girls watching me as I struggle to put it on.. I pull it over my head like a shirt. The other girls do this and their boobs are just in tbe bra so easy... pop... boobs in the bra - so perfect..so lucky!

Me.. i pull on the sports bra.. it is tight.. and two huge boobs just hang out.. not even close to being in the bra... so I have to pull the bra away from my body with one hand.. and try to push a boob up into it with the other.. not easy.. the boobs are all soft and squishy and dont want to go in the bra.. and they are like 6 times bigger than my hand... i push one up and try to catch this first boob inside the bra.. push it up some more.. reach in from the top - grab it like a briefcase.. and pull the damn thing up into place... all while the other boob just hangs out still bouncing around.. so freaking embarrassing... no body has this problem.. even worse trying to get the second boob in.. because the first one already takes up all the space... mean while.. the other girls have left the locker room.. I'm the last one ready.. the last one out of the locker room.. because of the huge boobs...

My boobs are now the biggest in the school... including the teachers.. just crazy.. i used to be the fastest girl running... now.. I try.. but no way.. even with the sports bra..I run about 20 or 30 yards... and it hurts - all my running energy just goes to chest bouncing.. if too active I need to push them back up inside the bra...

The weight kills my back...

i was wearing a white shirt to school a few days ago.. all was ok.. normal enough.. but on the way walking home it started to rain.. i didn't notice or think about it at first.. I was walking with my friend Jake.. I saw he was just staring at my chest.. he is normally good to look in my eyes.. we have been friends a long time.. but these boobs are so new and sooo big.. and I realized the rain had turned me into a walking wet t-shirt contest..... i had to start walking while leaning way over so the shirt would hang away from my body - not just cling to my boobs - showing way too much.. the boys could all walk normal...

In school so far this year 7 guys have offered me money to see my boobs.. i havent done it yet... but I worry so much about money for bigger bras as these boobs just keep growing.. soon the grass will die for the winter.. i mowed grass for bra money all summer.. i may need to show off the two super fat rediculous twins if I can't get a bigger bra when needed. I'm a little happy I may have a way to get money for bigger bras...my biggest worry...

Guess I've started to just give in.. there is nothing I can do. They just keep growing. I don't cry about them as much as I used too.. still cry when i'm alone when there are new things I can't do.. or when I think too much about how easy it used to be to do everything..

Riding a bike now.. almost impossible.. little bumps on the road = big bounce on top.. try to hold my knees further apart so my legs don't bang my boobs when the peddles rotate up... also the bending over to reach the handlebars means the boobs start to fall out / really fall out the top of my bra if I wear a normal bra... i didnt need to change bras to ride a bike before.. & before that no bra at all to ride a bike... what if I dont have time to change bras.. the guys just want to go now!... not please wait 4 minutes while I go try to squish these giant boobs into a too small sports bra.. but dont change.. and they torture me...

Maybe I've started getting used to being nothing but huge boobs...not able to do all the normal things.. ever tried to ride a horse with huge boobs? OMG that was the worst! Go riding with friends in a dune buggy with huge boobs? Double OMG don't. . Everyone else can hold on to the oh-shit bars in the dune buggy to help them stay in place.. me.. either hold boobs cuz they hurt like crazy bouncing wildly.. or hold the oh-shit bars so my whole body doesn't bounce out of the seat - but holding the oh-shit bars just lets the boobs go crazy... just a 100% struggle... not fun.. impossible... no escape.. one hand on oh-shit bars.. not enough... one arm/hand on huge boobs in dune buggy not enough..

just watching everyone with out boob problems have all the fun..is no fun.... I want to have fun too!

No way to buy anything cute. Cute on a normal girl becomes porn on me... normal on them is almost porn on me.. sweat shirt tops.. kind of OK.. size 2xxxx mens T-shirts.. hang down past my knees.. but do kind of OK on top...other girls look cute in a Disney Princess T-shirt.. same shirt on me -- looks sickening and really weird!

Just wondering and worried.. every week it seems like more things I can't do... oh.. just going shopping in the grocery store has become crazy hard.. with a shopping cart.. no one else even thinks about it.. but being short.. having huge boobs.. trying to reach into the cart to get something from the bottom of the cart.. got to get one boob over the side of the cart.. then bend carfully so the edge of the cart doest kill that boob.. stand on tippy toes.. reach down to the item in the cart.. reposition the stupid boob if needed and try again.. get the item out of the cart.. if i need to use two hands to get the item out.. (like a case of water).. freaking nightmare as both boobs have to go over the edge of the cart... i mostly just need to ask for help then..handicapped.... (can you get this for me please?)

Oh well. I know no one understands the struggle - or how worried I am that things will keep getting even worse as they keep growing.. (Mom is something like an N or O cup.. just guessing.. she never does anything.. can't do anything... she yells at me cuz I keep trying to do some things - she kept growing till she was 18... I'm 13.. the Dr. Said most likely I will be like Mom... I cried hard then... still cry...)...

Anyway.. back to the struggle..! I'm going to try and squish them back into the sports bra - put on a way too big t-shirt.. and go see what Jake wants to do now.... run.. . Maybe (hopefully) sit and talk in the moon light.. maybe a simple easy almost painless walk around the park... that just hurts my back a little... whatever.. maybe they wont get quite as big if I stay a little active...

So.. It has been a few more months. The dang boobs just keep getting bigger... just like Mom said... Just a nightmare...every day.. I've ran out of sports bra sizes..none big enough any more & it got impossible to squeeze both girls in at the same time. One takes up more than the normal space meant for two. So just a huge normal bra now for sports and everything. It's Impossible! The running days in gym class are terrible. The basketball days are terrible.. the soccer days are terrible.. but at least for soccer my arms are free to help hold them.

So far in gym class I've had 3 bra straps break... The 1st on on a running day out on the quarter mile track. It was so embarrassing... this huge thing bouncing for everybody to see. They watch my huge boobs so close anyway... I held my dang giant boob and ran into the locker room... I had to go to the school office (holding/trying to hide my boob as I walked through the halls) and explain my big boob broken bra strap problem.. the secretary found a safety pin..and I fixed it.. standing toppless in a bathroom stall... It took about 20 minutes for all this.. so I missed most of my gym class.. which was fine for my stupid chest anyway..

After the 3rd broken bra strap I now almost always carry an extra bra to school.. as a backup.. such a pain!! I'm mostly wearing a DDD now.. also the biggest one I can find. When I need to find a new bra - in the bra section.. the sizes that come closest to fitting my skinny back with the huge cups are normally the dust covered bras on the lowest rack- next to the floor.... it is like those bras have spent years down there just waiting on some super odd shaped girl like me... The only way to check those bra sizes is to get down on my hands and knees and crawl along the back bottom row... looking at every bra tag.. for the one out of 200 that might fit..

So.. I have always been a Tom Boy... into sports.. that is officially over. Trying to do any sport has just turned painful and embarrassing for all the crazy heavy boob bouncing. The guys still remember a few months ago I was still able to play some - they still ask if I want to play.. mostly football.. I say no... they ask again... about all I can do is point to my boobs now and say "you don't understand... I really can't"... as I feel like crying...

I was lazy about a week ago.. My Mom told me we were going to Walmart... and I didn't get ready right then.. I was watching TV.. a few minutes later Mom came out.. she was ready... and in a bad mood.. I got a little slap on my shoulder as she pushed/slapped me towards the car.. I told her I had to put on my bra..I begged her to let me put on my bra... she said I should have done that already and she yanked my ear getting/pulling me to the car.. flip flops.. jean shorts... and a t-shirt... that was all.. I pushed the cart in Walmart and tried hard to walk slow and squeeze my arms to hold them so they wouldn't bounce so much... the frozen food aisle was a whole next level of embarrassment! I've not really been out much in the cold braless since these boobs started to come in.. Mom was even embarrassed (served her right since she didn't give me time to put on a bra anyway) I can't really look down and see if my nipples are big.. boobs just too big for that view.. for me to know for sure there has to be a mirror..or I have to feel my nipples with my fingers... or someone has to tell me... Mom was telling me... she made sure I held my arm across my chest to hide them... hiding boobs/nipples with one arm.. pushing the cart with the other.. also awkward...

My 3rd hour class is Biology on the 2nd floor.. when that class is over I need to go down a flight of stairs.. I swear now there is like 15 guys waiting there for me - everyday.. just to watch me go down the stairs... they even cheer... just because my boobs are big and bouncy.. they have no idea how terrible these things are... My boobs got so big they aren't even pretty now.. just big.. makes me look so fat.. too big to fit in any cute clothes.. they just stick way out there.. like when I'm in line for lunch..or anything.. elbows hit them.. people mush into them... maybe I get a little pushed from behind and my boobs hit the guy in front of me.. then I feel guilty and have to apologize for my boobs hitting him... so awkward... There is no way to ever get away from these huge terrible things...

Even sleeping... & I hate wearing that huge uncomfortable bra... I hate having them bounce all around even more without a bra.. Then when sleeping I have to lay on my left side.. use my arms to arrange my boobs and hope I can sleep without moving around... kind of held prisoner by my own boobs... (the left one is shifted up towards my shoulder/neck/chin... the right one is shifted down below the left one.. no bra)... but if I move.. roll over.. do anything.. they wake me up.. where I need to start over on my left side and shift them around again.. there is no way I can lay on my stomach like I used to.. laying on my back one falls left and the other right and there is this tug of war with the skin in the center of my chest.. plus then I hurt them if I move my arms in a way they don't agree with...

I thought even though I can't do real sports maybe I could still ride a bike. I went out bike riding with Steve.. we have gotten a little closer recently.. many of my older friends remember me as the sporty girl that could run faster and throw a ball further than most of the guys.. those days are over and my old friends mostly don't know what to do with me and my huge boobs now. Steve is nice.. I don't see him staring at my chest like most guys do.. at least he trys hard not to stare.. So.. me and Steve.. riding bikes.. it was hard.. my legs hit my boobs on the upswing.. the bouncing is very different from running.. but still a whole lot of bouncing from the bumps on the road... next I'm all bent over to hold the handle bars and the boobs want to fall out the top of my bra.. so at every stop sign or red light I need to pull my bra up in front and try to get the girls to settle further down.. again.. just embarrassing all the time.. and the bouncing hurts anyway... thought we would ride about 6 miles to the shopping mall.. look around and get something to eat.. when going through the field about half way there.. (bumpy dirt road) the boobs were getting totally out of control.. I needed to stop and do a big adjustment - the dreaded tightening of the bra straps.. normally done in the bathroom... but out in the field with Steve.. no bathroom.. so I stopped the bike.. Steve stopped with me.. I told him what I needed to do.. (with my bright red face).. I turned my back.. and reached inside my T-shirt with one hand and down my neck with the other to find the strap adjusters... nope.. this bra had the adjusters on the back side where I cant reach .. the only way to slide them was to either have Steve help and adjust them for me.. or take off my bra to do it... or just let them swing around all wild - crazy - embarrassingly and so painful... so yep... Steve got a little indoctrination into the life of hanging out with a girl whose boobs are psycho crazy big.. and he retightened my straps for me... the straps had gotten totally loose... no fun... we made it to the mall.. on the way back home in the same field he tightened my straps again.. in the mall I got to do it in the bathroom while Steve waited..

So.. at 13.. with the biggest boobs in the school including all the teachers.. life is painful and embarrassing. Due to my boobs I've pretty much lost all my close sport playing friends I had for so long.. We still talk some/say hi.. but they all go do the sport thing which became totally impossible for me.. I even heard some of them laugh at me a few times when I would try to play after my boobs got too big & that made it 100 times worse than just having huge painful bouncing boobs... I really hated being laughed at.. I never asked for these huge boobs.. I would do anything to not have them... I would love to have fun playing sports again.. and not having my stupid chest be the center of my and everyone elses attention...

So... for now it is mainly walking with Steve or riding a bike with Steve.. I need to remember to wear a bra with the strap adjusters in front though.. Happy he can talk to me and not just look at my boobs like everyone else...

So my picture.. I like that picture from last year. I was cuter then - before they grew all out of control. Mom says they will probably keep growing for quite a while... I'm still not even 1/2 as big as she is... I see now that my life is going to be nothing but boobs.. The Boob Life! Just like Mom... Before I got boobs this big I just thought my Mom was a freak... no one could be as big as her... it would never happen to me... I would be a normal girl.. with normal boobs... I would always be able to do everything I wanted... tears... My Mom warned me I would get huge boobs... many many times...but I always refused to listen to her...

My thinking was so wrong.. with each day they just get bigger...its like puberty came and had a giant train wreck on my chest...! And now I can't hardly do anything...

Not too much support here I guess...

most seem to think a 13 year old girl with DDDish boobs.. about 7 or 8 pounds per boob...is just a blast... DDDish... because still growing and DDD is the largest bra size I can find... so now.. the bigger I get the less tight I can make the bra straps.. as lose straps = extra space... but also extra bounce... just crazy... no idea how hard this is going to be when just losening the straps doesn't work anymore... guess I have a few more more months of growing before that problem gets here... I really hope to make it to summer when school is out before I can't wear a DDD bra anymore... worried that will mean no bra anymore...

My 28 year old Mom dropped out of school when she was 15 because her chest got too big. She couldn't go to school anymore. Too many problems with boys... also all the girls hated her... and she couldn't do anything in gym... (she was also pregnant... with me...) now that I'm growing a chest so big too... at the very edge of being able to find bras... and no money for custom or specialty bras... wondering if I will even be able to go to school next year...

So my old friend Jake... my favorite sports playing friend.. we used to play football... and run.. and ride bikes.. soccer... basketball... all the time... till a few months ago when trying to keep up with guys was just so ridiculous for my chest that I had to stop... Jake recently thought if I made my bra as tight as possible and if we wrapped enough ace bandages around my chest maybe I could play football again.. he knows I miss playing so much.. not being able to do so many things because my boobs got so big just makes me feel depressed and worthless... like I am nothing at all now but a huge worthless set of boobs... so.. He has been my best friend.. I think he is the only one who really knows how much trouble these boobs are to me... and how much I wish I didn't have them... these boobs ruin me... he bought me 3 extra wide ace bandages.. I went to his house.. in his room I took off my shirt.. he was so surprised.. he has seen the boobs before... but a few months ago.. they are like 4 or 5 times bigger now... (like I said... they are ridiculous now... they were just kind of normal big when he saw them last).. I tightened up my bra.. and he started wrapping my chest with the ace bandages.. then we went out and I tried to play football with the guys again.. they were happy to see me try... it mostly worked pretty well..I could run again.. jump again.. even not worry so much about getting hit in the chest again... but after a while it became obvious I needed more help with my chest... so the next day Jake had 3 more ace bandages... I can now play football again after Jake helps me wrap all 6 ace bandages around my chest! My stupid chest is still growing like crazy.. but for now with Jake's help I can still do something I had totally given up on... wondering now if maybe when I can't fit into a DDD bra anymore... maybe just a bunch of ace bandages would help? I'll have to figure out how to get them on by myself... won't be the same though with no bra holding "things" in place... I can't expect Jake to help with my boobs for everything everyday.. it seems ok for now since he helps me just for sports...

Now - because the comments here are mostly about "it must be so wonderful to have huge boobs"... or "DDDish boobs on a little 13 year old isn't so big"...or "shut up - boobs are wonderful" here is yet anther boob story...

So.. the worst thing so far with my boobs... at least the thing that scared me the most at the time. I wasn't even as big then.. it was last year.. something I haven't told anybody though.. too scared.. too embarrassed.. felt so worthless.. and totally disrespected... I didn't want to talk about it or re-live it... didn't want to admit to myself or others I was so abnormal (even then)..to get this treatment.. I didn't want a bunch of questions... still don't!..
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I was still 12. Walking home from school as always. It is about a mile.. mostly side streets.. but there is a little stream.. two walkover bridges cross the stream.. and for a few tenths of a mile there is a path to - and between - the walkover bridges.. through a grassy area.. one huge cottonwood tree that puts out lots of cottonwood seed pods every summer... lots of other normal trees... some bushes also, some of the bushes grow raspberries in the summer too...

Anyway.. I was walking home from school.. it was warming up outside.. Spring time.. I was kind of ambushed on the way home. 5 guys and 2 girls... The same guys that always gave me a hard time in school.. always asking what I stuffed my bra with... they would say I must have a dozen socks in my bra.. they would ask if I kept lunch in my bra...when my chest bounced they would ask if I brought puppies to school in my bra today?... so.. in the "ambush" I was on the path between the two walkover bridges.. I was pulled.. dragged.. off the trail to an area kind of hidden by a few bushes... they held me down..by my arms and legs... one put something in my mouth when I tried to yell... a rolled up sock... they pulled off my sweatshirt and my T-shirt.. and to my total embarrassment also my bra... they were saying "stay still.... now we are really going to see what you stuff your bra with... stop kicking... we just want to see what you stuff with..." I was crying and trying to fight... but no way with 7 of them.. they easily got me toppless... I was so scared they would do more.. like rape... but thankfully they stopped when they got me toppless... only seeing my chest was their total plan...

I think they really believed a bunch of socks or puppies would fall out of my bra when they got it off... the looks on their faces was shock when they saw my real boobs... they let me go then and I just ran.. I was so scared and upset - I didn't even get my clothes.. I was covered with dirt.. dust.. had a few cuts and scrapes..hair messed.. I just held my chest and ran away as fast as I could.. I ran to Jake's house - as he lives much closer to the 2nd walkover bridge than I do.. I didn't know if he would be home.. I just hoped for him or his parents... his Mom is nice.. I don't see his Dad too much.. but his Dad seems nice too.. anyway.. Jake was home.. he quickly gave me one of his shirts and I told him what happened... he was so worried about me!

We went back to get my clothes.. my sweatshirt and T-shirt were still there on the ground.. and the sock they had stuffed into my mouth.. but one of them kept my bra.. I was a D cup then maybe a little bigger.. a D cup bra anyway, but my bras have always seemed too small... Even then I had the biggest boobs in class.. I guess almost always the biggest...

My Mom still doesnt know about that day.. Jake knows... and the 7 that got me know... those 7 though... they didn't talk to me the next day...or really ever again.. No one ever said they were sorry.. others knew/found out what they did to me... the story got around.. the girls found out I was all "real" and mostly stopped talking to me.. the guys that did it avoided me.. the good thing though - no one ever harrassed me about stuffing socks or puppies in my bra again... I really missed that bra too.. I never got it back... not having much money.. bras were very hard to come by.. I only had home made bras then for a month or two after that.. i could do things wearing the homemade bras back then... but they really didn't make my chest look too nice.. I had a few other real bras too.. but they were already way too small...

it would be so nice to not even need a bra... I envy guys and maybe A - B - or C cup women so much... so much.. they don't have my problems! They can do anything they want... sports... run... football... ride a bike... wear cute clothes... not be ambushed and stripped for a bra stuffing investigation...

Time to go out again.. going back to Jake's house tonight for a good chest wrapping - then we will either play more football.. or if not that - we can run.. or ride bikes.. something active though... what ever we do... I'm so grateful for his 6 ace bandages! Jake makes my day!! I'm happy at least he does his best to understand!! Many times he has been my biggest help... even my Mom doesn't help... she seems to like seeing me struggle the same way she did growing up...I probably struggle much more than she did.. she never played sports..

Be good there... back to the never ending... always growing struggle...