Lori's Interview

“I've always been obsessed with huge boobs,” Lori confessed, somewhat unsurprisingly, “though never did I imagine that my breasts could have become quite so enormous.”

“Okay, well, maybe I did imagine it, but it wasn't until my late teens that I decided to try and do something about it.”

“I remember, a few years earlier, staying over at a friend's house for a sleepover. There were a few of us there, all giddy and giggly. For a laugh, my friend decided to sneak into her older brother's room, and fetch some of his dirty magazines that he had stashed under his bed. There were the usual suspects in there, and as you would expect, we gasped and giggled our way through the pretty predictable smut in each magazine. Eventually though, we made it to a copy of a magazine called ‘Vast’. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment.”

“Vast Magazine managed to somehow tame an excitable group of girls into stunned silence. That's how powerful it was. Page after page contained women with boobs ranging from the quite incredible to what seemed like the completely impossible. Some of these women were, well, Vast! Don't get me wrong, I had fantasised about having huge breasts for as long as I could remember, but actually seeing women reaching those sizes - not to mention beyond - was quite shocking!”

“Somehow, I managed to sneak that copy of Vast Magazine home with me the next day, without my friends noticing. It then remained hidden in my room. Well hidden! I must have trawled through it a thousand times or more, from cover to cover. It wasn't just the pictures either, but the articles that often went with them. These women were talking about how they couldn't get big enough, how they wanted more, how they were pushing to make their tits even bigger! It went from being shocking, to liberating. Here was a world for people like me, who craved larger breasts than many could even consider the existence of. I felt connected in a way, understood. I vividly remember one model in Vast recalling how she had previously stuffed her t-shirts or pushed balloons under her tops when she was younger, too.”

“I was barely a C-cup back then, and boy did I begin wishing hard. It sort of worked, I guess, since I remember being a 30 DD-cup at eighteen or so. By most people's standards, that's probably plenty, but for me it was nowhere near enough. I longed for more as I'd flick through the pages of Vast.”

“I should add, by this point, that another friend's older sister used to regularly buy me fresh copies of Vast Magazine. In exchange, I'd help her with her University coursework, but I'm also sure she probably got a kick out of me liking huge tits. In fact, I’m sure she used to read through it before she gave it to me. Anyway, one day, I remember reading an article about Penny.

“Penny broke me, I think it's fair to say. Whatever sliver of reasoning or self-control that remained within me, just snapped. I don't think I left my room that day, I just re-read the article and devoured the photographs, hour after hour. Penny was beautiful, she was enormous, and she was obsessed with pushing her bustline as far as it would go. I knew from that day that I had to take matters into my own hands. I had to get bigger!”

“There wasn't much I didn't try in an attempt to boost my bust. I had to be somewhat careful as I was still living at home with my parents, but I would carefully hide whatever I could get away with sneaking into the house. Potions, lotions, creams, drinks, tablets and herbs - I tried whatever I could reasonably get hold of. I tried gaining a few pounds. I even had a Breast Enhancement Machine (B.E.M), although my meagre student budget wouldn't stretch to a decent one, and it was quite noisy, so I had to use it cautiously. It kinda worked, sort of, but even after a full year fixated on enlarging my boobs, I found myself wearing a 32F-cup. Again, nothing to be sniffed at, and it was progress, but for me, it was nowhere near enough.”

“That copy of Vast Magazine with the feature on Penny was one that I had treasured. I probably read that article daily. Naturally, I researched Penny as much as I could - I think I was a little bit in love with her. She became my idol. One day, I was searching for news about Penny when I found out that she was doing a Meet & Greet, as well as a tour around her ever-growing tits and the immediate facility she was residing in. I didn't even think twice about booking a ticket. I couldn't wait!”

“That was a day I will never forget. Just the sight of all that soft, supple boobie goodness - they were gigantic, incredible - to experience it there and then, to even be in their vicinity was awe-inspiring. You could hear her bra creaking under the strain, and the sounds of the B.E.M’s humming and hissing away. Oh, and the grand reveal at the end? I felt like I was about to pass out as they released her massive bra straps from the huge hoist overhead, and her heaving bosoms just deluged out of the enormous fabric cups. I think someone physically had to remove me at the end of the tour, I was just fixed to the spot, staring hungrily at those epic bosoms. Oh, and Penny is delightful, by the way. I couldn't believe how bright and bubbly she seemed. She even signed my copy of Vast - I admit I think it turned completely crimson with embarrassment, but it was worth it!”

“I had learned in that life-changing article that Penny's development journey has been supported by the Bras By Design Testing & Research Facility as well as its many generous sponsors. That's where the Meet & Greet took place - at least just in the residence that Penny lived in. From the article alone it had been hard to gauge what the facility was like. It sounded very formal, very official, but in fact I realised it was a rather pleasant place. Everything was as homely as you could expect, at least whilst trying to house a woman with monster breasts, and the staff all seemed friendly and cheerful. For a girl who wished for the biggest of breasts, this seemed like the perfect place. The only snag was that I had no idea how to go about applying, if that was even a thing? Would they just laugh at me?”

“Well, it turned out that as I was leaving, they actually had various application forms in the foyer. There is a form you can fill in if you are concerned your boobs are getting too big and you need assistance. You can even apply to become a member of staff. The one I was most interested in, however, was for assisting in Breast Development Research and Over-size Bra Testing. I took a form, there and then. My stomach was full of butterflies.”

“I think I ticked ‘yes’ to almost everything I could. I wanted to be enormous. I just couldn't get Penny's gigantic, heaving mounds of boob out of my head. I wanted to be as big as Penny. Bigger, even. Maybe one day, if research goes well, I'll be able to overtake her. And maybe, I will have my own guided tours and Meet & Greets. I can’t wait!”