Rachel was not your typical high school freshman.
Sure, she had a normal set of friends, got good grades and stayed out of
trouble, but that wasn’t what made her different than others. At the age of
just fifteen, she had size 38DDD breasts, which were bigger than even her 46
year-old mother. She felt uncomfortable with how big her boobs were because
people gave looks when she went bra shopping with her mom.
Her mom would tell cashiers at times that they were
actually hers, and Rachel wanted to just crawl in a hole and die at that point.
It was so embarrassing for her mom to talk about her own boobs, let alone lie
about her daughters.
She also got made fun of by her older sisters for the
size of her boobs, which led to arguments in the house. Kids in school also
picked on her, joking if they poked them, they might pop. This made her cry at
times. She had asked her mom to get reduction surgery, but her mom always told
her that she should embrace her large boobs.
“You should be happy with the body God gave you,” she
would say. “Besides, if you got them, you gotta strut em!” her mom would then
shake her own chest, which also embarrassed Rachel, although they were in their
own home.
“Mom!” Rachel exclaimed, running into her room,
crying. Her mother while telling her daughter to just embrace the body she was
given, was also jealous of her daughter’s large boobs. She would resort to
sometimes calling Rachel fat, which wasn’t entirely true.
She did have a belly that sort of hung out of her
shirt, but she wasn’t big enough to where anyone should be calling her fat.
She even tried talking to her father about her large
boobs, but he only made a sexist comment.
“Your mother’s right, dear. You should be happy with
the body God gave you. Plus just imagine the attention you’ll get from guys
with that,” he told her. That made her feel disgusted – like her own father
liked the fact that she had such big boobs.
While for the most part she was ashamed of her huge
boobs, she knew someone that seemed to like them – one of her older sister’s
boyfriends, Derek.
Derek had come over for dinner some nights and most of
the time, Rachel would wear a sweater to cover her huge rack. When she didn’t,
however, her boobs would bounce around when she walked and even sat down. She
caught Derek staring at her boobs, too. This was one person she didn’t mind
staring at her.
In fact, she liked when he stared at her. Derek was an
attractive guy, and eventually, Rachel wanted to see where things went with
him. When she found out Derek was staying for dinner, she wouldn’t wear a
sweater so her melons would pop out. She smiled when she caught him staring.
She would never actually make a move at her sister’s
boyfriend, however, because she knew her sister would kick her ass. Plus, she
didn’t even know if Derek liked her like that or just liked her boobs.
Eventually, anger overcame the young girl. She hated
that everyone made fun of her and her huge boobs. She wished she could get
revenge on them somehow for making fun of her.
That chance came one fateful day, when the family,
except for her, fell ill.
But not any type of ill, either. It was an illness no
one had ever experienced before.