Dear Diary…

Sunday 7th September, 2014

Dear Diary,

It was my birthday today. Me, the great Sarah Jacobs, turning the big one eight.

No one came.

I mean, I know I’m not the coolest person in school. Obviously I’m miles from being anywhere near the coolest person in school, but still, I didn’t think no one would turn up. Jesus. I’m not that uncool, am I? Fuck, man.

I’ll get them back, though. I’ve got a plan.

Girls who are bitchy and uncool also tend to be hot. They’ve got the currency of boys liking them, which means they can treat anyone however they like, right?

And boys like boobs, right? If the internet’s taught me anything, that much is definitely true. But I don’t have any boobs. Yet.

So I made a wish. As I was blowing out my own candles with my mom and all that food and uneaten cake, I made a wish that I’d become the most popular girl in school. Or grow some boobs. Or both. Whatever, I was pissed off and confused.

But assuming said wish comes true, I’ll soon have a massive rack, be really popular, and not have anything to worry about ever again.

Sounds good, right diary? Right. Anyway, I’m exhausted from all this non-partying, so I’m going to bed. Can’t wait to have massive boobs or be popular or whatever tomorrow! Night.

 

Monday, 8th September, 2014

Dear Diary,

Nothing. Not a peep. My boobs remain pretty much non-existent.

Went into school today expecting a slew of excuses from all my buds. Not so much as an “I’m sorry, my grandma died of ovarian cancer otherwise I totally would have been able to make it, Sarah.” Bullshit, right?

I’m sitting here deciding how many slices of my birthday cake to eat while before I cry myself to sleep and/or masturbate over Joey Paulson. So as you can see, my night is wide open. How’s yours? Fuck me, this is bleak. I’m going to bed.

 

Tuesday, 9th September, 2014

NO. WAY.

I don’t know how, why or WTF, but my boobs are bigger! I woke up this morning and they were there! I have boobs! I have boooobs!! They’re not massive (yet), but they’re way too booby for my A-cup bra, which is freakin’ GREAT news! It’s so coming up Milhouse.

I wonder how much bigger they’re gonna get?

 

Wednesday, 10th September, 2014

Hm, no change. But at least they haven’t got smaller. PLUS, people have been noticing my rack at school. One dude in Math even said “Hey, did you get less ugly?” Progress!!

I’m so delighted I’m only gonna have one slice of misery birthday cake before bed!

 

Thursday, 11th September, 2014

Dear Diary,

Now, I know today is not a good day for America historically speaking, but it is a great day to be Sarah-freakin’-Jacobs! They grew! Again!

I reckon they’re like a C-cup now! A C-cup! Can you believe it!

As you can tell, I’m pretty stoked. God, I can see them bulging out of a my vest top a little as I write this. It’s not like they’re in the way or anything, but they’re kind of there in my eyeline as I breathe in and out. It’s kinda hypnotic watching them inflate up and down as I breathe – I keep wanting them to inflate outwards and then stay there while I breathe out, but they never do…

Still, I have a reasonably decent pair of boobies and I have no idea how or why, but I do not care! My clothes are all starting to be a tiny bit tight, and I think I’m gonna have to buy a proper bra soon – my A-cup one is a way too small for these big ol’ boobies I’ve got bouncin’ on my chest.

Ok, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but they are looking bangin’. Can’t wait to show them off at school!

***

So it’s the evening now, and that was great! Connie actually spoke to me, saying my top was “not terrible”. Can you believe it?! These babies are workin’ their magic, man. Gotta stop not finishing words with that little apostrophe thing. It’s annoying even as I write it. Reckon I’ll treat myself to some cake. That shit is wicked tasty.

 

Friday, 12th September, 2014

Hell yeah! Two days in a row! Man, they’re so big now, none of my tiny old bras fit me! Ok, so they were tiny and old, but this is freakin’ sweet! My boobies are actually…big. In the space of a week, I’ve got titties I can actually be proud of!

And they are heavy, man. I can see them hanging off my body like big old balloons, bouncing and shaking when I move! Gonna get some bra fittings done this weekend so I can actually keep these puppies in place, ‘cos at the moment they are doin’ some jiggling. I know the fellas like it, but that’s gonna get distracting.

Gonna have to get some new clothes, too. Although what if they keep growing? No reason to expect them to stop, but I don’t wanna waste money on anything that’s gonna be too small for my freaky big titties in a week, right? Man, I hope they keep growing. That’d be rad. Oh god I just said ‘rad’. But hey, who cares – I’ve got big tits (kinda) – I can say what I want!

That is how it works, right?

Ah who cares, I’m off to school. Can’t wait to show these babies off again.

***

Big tits rule. That is all. Totally got invited to a party next weekend. Having cake. Good night, bitches.

Saturday, 13th September, 2014

Oh hell yeah. C-c-c-c-combo! I actually kinda can’t believe how big they’re getting. My black vest top – you know, the one I sleep in – is bulging off me like I’m wearing kid’s clothes. My big fat titties are filling it up – they’re like two pillows stuffed down the front.

I’ve been taking cleavage photos all morning, like the ones I like to check out online, and my tits look freakin’ huge! I love squeezing them together and making ‘em look as big as possible.

I think I might have some of the biggest titties in my class, now. I’m not sure. Gonna go get ‘em measured down at the mall later for some new clothes. Mom’s surprisingly ok with it all and keeps reminding me that my birthday cake needs eating. I think she’s just pleased I’m happy.

See ya in a bit, diary.

**

32E! What the fuck! I was in an A-cup at the start of this week! That birthday wish was the best! I can only assume that’s why this crazy shit is happening. Anyway, I don’t care; my phone’s been going off pretty regularly this weekend, and I’ve been doling out some titty pics to the guys I like. Nothing from Joey yet, but he’ll come. He won’t be able to resist these bad girls. Man they look good.

Gonna have an extra portion of cake to say a farewell to my last weekend as loser. I wonder if I’ll miss anything about it?

HA.

(in case you couldn’t tell, diary, that was me being laughing bitterly. I know how you struggle with these things)

 

Sunday, 14th September, 2014

If I make any mistakes in this, I want to you know it’s because I’m giddy with joy. BECAUSE MY TIMTS ARE IN THE WAY OF MY LAPTOP!

That’s right, bitches. My tits grew again in the night. LOADS, this time. Oh my god, I can’t describe how big they are now. You know me, I’m reasonably tall, around 5’7 – I might get a bit taller, I don’t know – but my tits are like G-cups or some shit! I don’t know how big without getting them measured again, but they look a good few sizes up from yesterday, and they were already huge!

Oh man, you won’t believe how soft and fleshy they are. My vest top looks like it’s meant for a freakin’ baby with these massive titties stuffed into it! I actually think it’s gonna rip open if they get much more huge – they’re like pouring over the top of it and it’s cutting between them, you know what I mean? I’ve got this overboob at the top where the fabric is like, pushing into them. It’s pretty freakin’ hot, how big I am.

But the strange thing is, I’m getting hungry for more. It’s weird – the bigger I get, the bigger I want to be. I’ll have to check tomorrow when I go into school, but I’m pretty confident I’ll be the biggest there – bigger than all the teachers, too – but I don’t know if it’ll be enough. Not for everyone else – they’ll think I’m huge – but for me.

But hey, we’ll see. Man, it’s hard to move with these titties – they keep swinging and shaking whenever I move. And they get in the way of shit! Whenever I type I have to sit back or they block they keys. Mmm, they’re so big and round and firm…looking down at my huge new cleavage just makes me want to

yeah ill be back later

 

Monday, 15th September, 2014

Ok, so no growth this morning, but I think that’s for the best. People are giving me some seriously shitty looks. Connie practically vomited on me this morning when I bounded in. I mean, I bought a whole new wardrobe on Saturday, but that was before I got really big. I’m huge now, and all my clothes look like they’re for some skinny girl with something pathetic like E-cups, not these massive mams I’ve got bulging off me!

None of my bras fit, so I’m just busting out free and easy. The guys can’t get enough of me. Joey invited me to his house this weekend, but I played it cool, and said I’d see him at the party. Just gotta make sure I’m big enough to make an impression. I feel like it’s the increase in size that’s doing it for people, not necessarily the tits themselves, so gotta make sure they keep growing…and I think I know what’s doing it.

Gonna do an experiment tonight.

Tuesday, 16th September, 2014

The cake is not a lie. Repeat: the cake is not a lie!

Ok, so get over the dated reference already – this is awesome:

I set my alarm for like 4am with no cake, and monitored the size of my boobs. No change. They’re still huge, just so you’re not worrying diary. I’m keeping my old sleeping top on just as a control, ‘cos I’m all scientific and shit, but it was just completely stuffed, not burst to pieces.

So after waking up at 4am with the same size boobs, I bounced downstairs (I bounce everywhere now, and not through choice) and bumping into different walls, like, three times (seriously, it’s so hard to gauge distance when your chest erupts out like ten inches in front of you) I went downstairs and ate two slices of cake. There’s still about half of it left, but I wanted to eat more than usual to make sure the experiment would work.

And when I woke up my boobs were huge. Not like before – I’m talking, not able to see my toes huge. They look kind of ridiculous, so big and wide and – they’re like comedy big! I don’t know how to describe it, other than lying on my front is a joke now; they just squidge up into my chin.

And they’re so heavy! That’s something I never realised about big boobs. You’re carrying pounds of weight on your chest. Luckily I’m in OK shape, but still – these big fat titties are a real burden. Only physically. Mentally they’re amazing. I can’t wait to show them off.

***

Ok, so today Connie and all those girls cornered me in the locker room and demanded I showed them my tits. So I did – and they were so. Freakin’. Jelly. They thought they were fake, and that I’d been stuffing my bra! With what – freakin’ melons?! They poked and prodded my huge boobs – and they really are huge now, like way too big for my frame – and then walked away, shaking their heads.

None of my clothes fit anymore; I’m busting out of all of them. All the male teachers stare down my tops at my massive cleavage, which totally pours out of whatever I wear. I love squeezing my titties into clothes that are too small for me. I want all my clothes to be too small for me.

I’ve decided. I’m gonna get huge tonight and get Joey over tomorrow. I can’t wait for Saturday.

 

Wednesday, 16th September, 2014

Oh man. Shouldn’t have done that. I ate like half the remaining cake last night before bed, I could barely stuff it down, but I shoulda been more worried about my clothes than my belly. I shredded my sleeping top last night! I woke up with, like, restricted breathing, then felt a big tear as my fat titties burst it open!

I’m so big now, diary. They’re like bowling balls on my chest. None of my clothes fit now. I can’t go to school like this.

I texted Joey a picture of like the top curve of one of my boobs, and told him how much more of me there was.

He’s on his way now.

***

Dear Diary,

Well, that happened. Joey and I had a pretty excellent time. I’m not gonna go into details too much, as I’m a good girl, but we totally fucked like three times.

Turns out Joey is really into big boobs. Just as well, ‘cos my tits are probably the biggest in the state. I’ll have to get over to the mall at some point to get them measured again, but I’m gonna guess around J or L-cups.

To put it in layman’s terms, it’s like I’ve got two fully filled water balloons strapped to my chest. They’re shaking and jiggling all the time, and feel heavy and full. Every time I move, they slosh around with me, but are super pert and firm. No appreciable sagging, which is pretty amazing considering how big they are.

My favourite trick is to put on one of my old t-shirts, (even the ones I bought mid-growth spurt) and try and pull the base of them over my tits. Most of them I can’t even put on, and the ones I can look completely stupid, like they’re for a different species or some shit.

So I’ve got a choice. Finish off the remainder of the cake and probably not be able to move without assistance and a major workout routine, or just settle for mild freak of nature, with the biggest ‘natural’ boobs anyone who meets me will ever have seen.

I genuinely don’t know which way to go. I love having tits like these. I love the attention, I love the weight, I love the feeling of power they give me. Plus they are freakin’ sexy! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve masturbated whilst running my hands over one of these girls, playing with my big nips, marvelling at how big they are. It’s crazy.

So I’m sitting here and it’s like two in the morning, and my stomach is rumbling and none of my clothes can even really be put on over these colossal titties of mine, and I really don’t know which way to go…bigger and risk being bed-bound? Or just huge and have a life.

Man, I’m tempted by both.

So tell me, diary – what would you do?

‘Cos I am all ears.

Sorry, that was meant to be boobs.

I am all boobs.

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