Recent Arrivals

I am always working on trying to capture the particular essence of an oversized, yet somewhat inadequately designed bra. It sits (or fits) somewhere in that charming crossover point where off-the-shelf lingerie is no longer an option, but custom-made examples rely heavily on trying to maintain the design language and also incorporate as many readily available components as possible. Like many things in life, its beauty lies not only with its success, but also its failings.

One feature I particularly love is the almost mono-cup design - especially because it begins to denote the diminishing real estate available on the front of the chest, and the luxury of two separated cups getting traded out for pure storage space. Yet, as I alluded to earlier, there is still the requirement to maintain the design language, as well as control and support of a fashion, and so some of the traditional bra shape is preserved, such as the structure of the cups as well as the inference of a bridge/gore, even though this latter component now serves to provide much needed extra capacity rather than support on the sternum. The straps too are a little anorexic at this size, but that is also because they have been sourced from typical plus-size stock - this helps to keep the costs down, an also technically they are strong enough, even of the adjusters have a tendency to slacken, especially as the bra wears. The half-a-dozen hooks on the back are adequate, again because it was the best part that could be sourced, without the need to create an entirely custom fastener.

So, sat patiently with her bra exposed, what exactly is our protagonist waiting for anyway? Well, it could be two options, so I'll let you decide...

1) The first situation sees our growing girl awaiting assessment, somewhat in desperation. The simple truth is, her breasts just won't stop developing. They did for a while - through her late teens and into her early twenties, she reached and maintained a respectable 34D-cup, with no sign of anything more. However, a recent growth spurt, which isn't an uncommon thing in itself, has now continued to the point that she's becoming deeply concerned. A spurt is one thing, but a surge is quite another. With the weeks steadily turning into months, her day-to-day life is steadily being impacted as her boobs grow larger and heavier with no clear intention of stopping, or even slowing. In fact, quite the opposite may be true, and in the last week alone her bosoms have ballooned another three cup-sizes, at least as far as she can tell - it may be more! Beginning to panic that her bustline would keep swelling forever, she came across the BrasByDesign Testing & Research Facility whilst looking for help, and decided to apply sooner rather than later. At the very least, she thought, if they don't stop growing, she would be in a far better position to cope...

2) The second scenario sees our willing volunteer waiting for further tests and consultations. She's hoping, all things going to plan, that she can get a trial position as a test subject at the BrasByDesign Testing & Research Facility. You see, as far back as she can remember, she has always been fascinated by boobs, she has always noticed them - and envied them - especially large ones. Whilst mother nature did at least bless her with a comfortable, and what many would argue to be a more than adequate D-cup, she always felt as though she was destined for more. When she left home to pursue further education, she would spend some of her student loan secretively experimenting with ways she could perhaps boost her bust; creams, serums, tablets and supplements were consumed religiously. To the credit of at least some of the supplements, there were results, as she developed to a DD-cup, and then to an E. It wasn’t enough though, and if anything, this taste of a fuller bust only left our protagonist wanting more. So, during her final year, she decided to splurge a significant amount of her modest student loan on the best Breast Enhancement Machine (B.E.M) she could afford. It meant sacrificing a few student nights out with her housemates, but that extra time alone could be used secretly enlarging her bosom.

The B.E.M, whilst not particularly high-end, did a good job initially of delivering results, albeit at a steady pace. In a little over two months, however, she found herself sporting a substantial, quivering pair of G-cup breasts. Frustratingly though, the domestic-grade machine had little more to give, certainly in normal usage, and so it took another two months to creep up to a GG-cup, before progress finally stalled. So, rather than using the machine for the recommended one-hour session per day, she began to use it all night - setting alarms on the hour so she could restart the process, over and over. She used it whilst studying, or just chilling to music, and to its credit, it gradually saw her creak up to a HH-cup until once again reaching a wall.

Many would argue that there was more than enough boob for most women to cope with, and even her housemates began to take note as the front of her blouses rose up under tension. However, our protagonist still didn’t seem satisfied, and craved the sensation of watching her bosom blossom further. A little research revealed that it was in fact possible to ‘chip’ some B.E.M machines, although it was highly advised against. Advice noted but discarded, the ‘chipped’ machine proved to be just the ticket, able to push our growing girl to over a cup-size per week. These comparatively rapid gains made focusing on coursework trickier than ever, but nevertheless, she vowed to complete her studies before anything else. Staying true to her word, by the time she had taken her final exams, her boobs heaved at an impressive S-cup, barely able to fit at her exam room desk!

Although now free from her studies and with an open road ahead, there were a couple of issues that stood in the way of our protagonist pushing her ambitions further. Foremost, the B.E.M, whilst chipped, was reaching the very ends of its ability - progress was becoming slow, if not negligible. The other problem was cost. Replacing the B.E.M was certainly out of the question, but just affording the bras was becoming a considerable ask, even with her part time job at the local shop. The constant habit of her now huge breasts knocking stock off of the shelves, or her bustline blocking the barcode scanner at the till, as well as the straining cups of her custom-made bra also hinted that a new direction was needed, and soon...