Alana felt a little tingle, deep within herself. She wasn't sure if it was a physical sensation, or purely mental. Her women's intuition told her that it was the onset of puberty. "Women's intuition!" she thought to herself, "It's about time I started looking like a woman!"

Her involvement in gymnastics and other sports had delayed the onset of puberty long after so many of her schoolmates had blossomed. On the other hand, her slim figure enabled her to continue her athletic pursuits long after the appearance of breasts and hips had sidelined most other girls. She had even gone to the gymnastic state finals the last three years.

Alana reflected for just a moment, and she knew that somehow things had just started to change. Just past 18, and puberty had finally started. She smiled the knowing smile of a woman. Unlike most of the female gender, Alana thought, she would be far more mature and realistic about the upcoming changes to her body, since she was starting so late. After listening to the gripes of some of her friends, Alana felt that having her periods start may not be such a great thing. She hoped that along with her monthly cycle came the exterior badge of womanhood - breasts!

As thin as she was, Alana was not expecting to have big boobs, but she was certainly hoping to HAVE boobs. Her mother's bosom, which Alana assumed she would inherit, was simply a modest B-cup. The women on her father's side, more specifically her father's father's side, were average sized, Alana figures. They must be, as none of their figures stood out in her memory. She hadn't seen the women on her father's mother's side since a trip across the country. Alana was only a child then, and hadn't yet begun to ponder her own sexual development.

Alana's first period came and went, without much fanfare. As she had suspected, it wasn't the horror story that some women liked to tell, and it barely made a dent in her weekend. Alana was too busy looking for progress in her breast development.

Her nipples and aureole had become puffier, announcing their presence through her thin T-shirt. Alana knew it wasn't her imagination when she caught her mother looking at her disapprovingly. She made up her mind to get some bras - real bras, not just training bras or stretch tops that looked like bras.

On Monday, Alana bought her first real bra - size 34, and of course, an A cup. She thought of getting a miracle bra, but she hoped that this was only the beginning of her development.

Alana had never been in the habit of wearing a bra before, and donning the undergarment only made her more conscious of her budding bustline.

Friday morning, strapping on her bra, Alana could see that the cups were cutting into the soft flesh of her new breasts. She unhooked the bra and looked down at her breasts. She was very definitely looking at breasts. More than just swollen aureole, the flesh underneath had enlarged.

Saturday morning, Alana went to the mall and was fitted with a genuine B-cup. She was ecstatic as she wore the new bra and stuffed the barely used A-cup into her purse. Walking out of the store she felt like a debutante at the ball. Later that day, she called a few of her closest friends to share the news.

It was now Wednesday, and Alana held two handfuls of breasts in her hands, her rosy nipples poking out between her fingers. Her B-cup bra had lasted not even a week, and she was glad she hadn't bought more than one. Walking around her bedroom shirtless, Alana savored the feeling of her breasts bouncing upon her chest. She checked her purse to see if she had enough money for another bra, as her braless days were now past her. "This is getting expensive," she murmured to herself. "I hope this doesn't become a habit!" Alana threw on a t-shirt covered with a baggy men's shirt to disguise her unfettered endowments, and headed out of the house.

"Alana," her mother called, "where are you going?"

"Um, I'm just going shopping," she replied.

"For what, dear?" came the question that Alana half-dreaded, half-needed to answer.

Alana took a few steps back towards her mother, and lowered her voice a few decibels. "I need another bra," she said with hushed excitement. She watched the color drain from her mother's face momentarily, followed by a quick recovery.

"Different colors and styles?" her mother asked. "You know you may want to wait bit in case you're still..."

"I am!" anticipated Alana. "I need to get a C! I can't believe it!" Alana again watched the color drain from her mother's face, followed by it's return.

"Wait dear, let me give you some money." With that said, her mother walked quickly back into the house, returning in less than a minute with her purse. "Do you want me to go with you?" she asked.

"No thanks," came Alana's cheerful reply, "I can handle it." Her mother handed her three twenties and was back in the house before Alana could say goodbye. Alana pondered the strangeness of her actions for a moment, then drove off to the mall.

That night at dinner, her father announced a family vacation - they were all going to a family reunion. "Next week?" Alana asked, "That's kind of short notice, Dad."

"I just found out myself" her father replied. "I haven't been in touch with this side of my family in a long time. In fact," he continued, "I'm just glad they remembered me at all."

"Where are we going?" Alana questioned.

"To Wyoming" he answered. "This is my mother's mother's side. We haven't seen this side of my family since you were only six."

"I remember the trip," Alana chimed in, "but I don't really remember any of the people."

"Well," her father paused a bit, "you do seem to be taking after my grandmother's side, just so you know."

"I thought I looked like more like mom, to be honest."

"Sure, dear," her mother said, "in your face...but your build is more like...that side of the family."

Now Alana was totally confused. "My build?" Alana thought to herself. "I'm not even sure what my 'build' is right now." Until just the week before, she believed she had her mother's slim figure. Her new development caused her to believe she might be a bit curvier after all. She was intrigued by her father's side, and looked forward to the trip, despite the long drive with her parents.

It was Monday again, and Alana could not deny that her breasts were now too big for her C-cup bra. She had always wanted breasts, but she never imagined that they would grow this quickly. Not only was she unfamiliar with the weight that she now found on her chest, but Alana was also unprepared for the attention that her breasts drew.

Another trip to the mall for yet another bra. As Alana was skimming through the racks of brassieres, looking for a D in the same style she was wearing, a saleswoman came up alongside of her. "Can I help you miss?" the saleswoman said predictably. Alana recognized her as the woman who had helped her when she had bought her first bra. A quick flash of acknowledgement past through the saleswoman's eyes. "What size are you looking for?" she asked.

"UhhÖ34D," Alana responded.

The saleswoman briefly glanced down at Alana's now prominent bustline. A split second later, she repeated the act, unable to help herself. "Ah," was all the saleswoman could say, as she busied herself with finding a 34D.

"And a double D, please," Alana added, trying to avoid bra shopping with her parents during the trip.

Wednesday night, as Alana was planning what to pack for the trip, she realized that she wishes she had bought some new tops, as she had outgrown a lot of what she found in her drawers.

Leaning over the suitcase to pack, Alana felt her unharnessed bosom sway under her nightshirt. Her arms could not avoid bumping into the mounds of flesh protruding from her once flat chest. Having big boobs was one thing, but Alana had never expected her breasts to become as large as they had. Nor did she think she would find herself wishing her breasts would stop growing.

The road trip was moving along uneventfully, with one exception. Alana had brought only the DD bra, and already the cups were close to overflowing. As the country rolled by, she tried to be subtle as she adjusted herself in the back seat. She caught her mother's eyes in the vanity mirror on the visor.

Her mother put away her lipstick, and turned around. "Having a little trouble with your bra, dear?" she asked, shocking Alana.

"Mother!" Alana replied sharply.

"Is it the right size?" her mother continued, leaving Alana completely astonished.

"I'd rather not discuss this right now," Alana growled between clenched teeth. "Everything's fine. Could you just leave me be?"

"Dear," her mother returned, without changing the volume of her voice, "your father and I just want to make sure you're o.k. with your new development."

"Oh nice," retorted an exasperated Alana, "you two are worried about my chest!"

"Of course dear, how could we not notice your breasts?" her mother said in her most soothing tone. "You've always been so thin and athletic, it's hard not to notice the change. Besides, we've been watching to see if you would take after your father's grandmother's side."

"What do you mean, you've been watching to see if I'll take after...how am I taking after that side of the family?" Alana asked, exasperated.

A short silence filled the car.

"Well," her father began nervously, "my grandmother's side is noted for being curvy."

"Tell her." Alana's mother implored her father.

He continued. "Your mother and I feel it would be best at this time if you were amongst your own kind..."

"What the hell do you mean 'my own kind'?" Alana demanded.

"I'll tell her," Alana's mother turned to face her. "Honey, you can't hide that you're developing fast..."

"I'm already 18, this is hardly fast...." Alana interrupted.

"Just listen to me," her mother hushed her. "If you're taking after you father's grandmother's side, and we believe you are, then you're going to become...very well endowed."

Another silence held the car.

"So you're telling me I'm going to have big boobs?" Alana said, amazed with her parents behavior. "Tell me something I don't know. They're my boobs, and they're already big!"

"Dear, I don't think you understand," her mother said. "You're developing late, yes, but you're developing very fast. Very fast," she said again for emphasis. "That's why we're going to Wyoming."

"What?" was all that Alana could say.

"Your father's relatives will know what to do. They're used to handling your kind of difficulty."

"Difficulty?" Alana was incredulous. "Since when is having big boobs considered a difficulty? You make it sound like it's some sort of freakish condition!"

"Listen, dear," her mother said, patting her hand, "developing as fast as you are can sometimes cause problems..."

"Problems?" Alana muttered.

"...and your father's relatives have dealt with this sort of thing for generations. It runs in the family."

"Wait a minute." Alana paused. "You're taking me to Wyoming because I've finally got breasts?!? There isn't any family reunion, and this is just because your little girl finally has boobs?! You're both crazy!"

"Dear," her father chimed in, "you'll have to trust us. This is truly for your own good. I don't think we can make you understand it now, but someday you'll thank us. This is a family trait that has been handled for generations at the family ranch. I've seen my cousins go through this, and a number of my aunts as well as your grandmother went through this. All of them told us that if we had a daughter, and should she carry the gene, that the best thing would be to bring her to the ranch."

"What is the big deal?" demanded Alana again.

"The medical term for this condition is virginal hypertrophy," her father continued, "which has nothing to do with whether or not you're a virgin," he added quickly. "In short, it's excessive growth of the breasts. To quote a doctor," he took a breath and began speaking in a clinical tone, "virginal hypertrophy is rapid breast enlargement after puberty due to estrogen sensitivity. If symptomatic, management is reduction mammoplasty." After a short pause, he continued in a normal tone of voice, "some women in our family have had difficulty breathing, or even had their mobility affected by the sheer weight of their breasts."

"So I'll get a reduction," Alana said off handedly.

"Let's not try to make that decision right her and right now," Alana's mother prudently added.

"The women of my family have dealt with this for generations," announced her father, "and they'll do better with you than we can, or any doctor can, or anybody else for that matter. You probably have a lot of questions," he paused to allow Alana to respond. When she didn't, he continued. "They'll be able to answer them better than we can. We'll be there in just a few hours."

"But if you want to talk," added her mother, "we're here for you."

Alana chose to sit in silence with her thoughts.

"Jerry!" called a female voice, waking Alana from her sleep in the minivan. Her father had already shut the door and walked towards the porch of the imposingly large house.

Sitting up, Alana could feel her breasts straining against the DD bra that had fit perfectly when the trip began - only two days ago. Her mind was filled with unanswered questions.

"Cindy!" Alana heard her father call back. Looking out of the window, she saw framed in the doorway of the old house a silhouette of a woman who appeared to holding a large armload of something in front of her. Alana crawled out of the van and headed up into the house.

"There she is," her father said, stepping out of the shadows of the porch. With one foot on the ground, and the other on the bottom step, he gestured towards both women. "Alana, this is my cousin Cindy."

Alana squinted into the shadows, and two large globes covered in cotton emerged from within. Cindy stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight of the gravel driveway, and Alana was greeted with a vision of the bustiest woman she had ever seen. She was surprised to find herself staring open-mouthed at this woman's breasts. Each was easily bigger than her head. Alana snapped herself out of it, fumbling for an apology, only to find that Cindy was staring at her breasts. "Looks like you are going to be one of us!" Cindy said. Alana then found herself on the receiving end of a hug that left her buried between the woman's enormous breasts.

After a quick bit of chit-chat, Alana was suddenly alone with Cindy. "Come on," Cindy said, motioning towards the back door. "I'll show you around, and we can talk. I'm sure you've got plenty of questions."

"I can't believe I'm going to grow as big as you!" Alana said.

"Probably bigger, if what your mother tells me is true."

"Bigger!" Alana almost shouted. "How can you tell?"

"Your mother said you went from a B-cup to a D in just over a week, right?"

"Well, yeah. That's right."

"If you keep growing like that for two months, you'll easily be as big as me." Cindy said, matter-of-factly. She let that fact soak in for moment.

"But," Alana responded, "will I keep growing this fast, or for that long?"

"No," Cindy answered, watching as Alana's face was flooded with relief. "You might begin to grow faster, and maybe longer."

"Faster?! Longer?!" Alana cried, shock replacing the sense of relief she had just felt. "For how long?"

"Didn't your folks tell you about us?" Cindy asked.

After a moment's thought, Alana began. "Mother said there might be 'problems'. What did she mean?"

"The human body isn't really designed to grow as fast as we do. We can help you avoid stretch marks, and we can help you with the other complications."

"Other complications?" Alana instantly piped in.

"Well, some of us have experienced pain during the first stages of our development.""

"Pain?"

"Sure," Cindy said, "growing pains. You can't grow that much flesh onto such a small area of your body that fast without expecting some backlash from the body. The stretching of the skin... I can tell you from my experience that first your breasts will grow out," Cindy gestured slightly with her hands for emphasis, "and out!" she said, gesturing even further. "The sheer weight that you must hold in front of you...not to mention felling like you're going to pop!"

Alana sat in silence, pondering everything.

"Now, judging by the looks of you, you'll be fine for at least another week, maybe two."

Alana interrupted, "But you seem fine, I mean, you're talking like I'm going to be sick."

"Not sick," Cindy calmly replied, "just...overwhelmed. That's probably the best way to put it. I can tell you from experience, that your breasts will be very firm during your initial growth spurt. Like I said, they'll grow out - straight out in front of you!" Cindy giggled, and again held her hands out as far as she could, her palms facing inward. "When your breasts soften, they'll hang down in a more natural position, and it will be easier to move around. Until then, it would be best for you to simply stay in bed."

"Because my boobs are too big?" Alana said incredulously.

"Well, there's more to it than that," Cindy continued. "So much of your physiology will be focused on producing your breasts, that some other parts of your body may get secondary treatment. You'll be developing so many new blood vessels so fast, that your heart may not be able to supply enough blood for your usual level of activity. Between that and the rapid change in your center of gravity, you'll be prone to dizzy spells and falling down." Cindy paused to make sure she had eye contact with Alana. "Trust us, Alana. We're family, and we've all gone through the same things that you're about to go through."

Alana still sat in silence.

"After you're done developing, or at least leveled off, we'll help you with a new lifestyle." At this statement Alana perked up again. "As you can imagine, having boobs this big can draw a lot of unwanted attention, as well as raise a number of unnecessary prejudices. One of the other reasons for bringing you out here is to help you find the best way to live your life in the midst of modern day society. Our way of life, and this farm have all been made possible by generations of wisdom being handed down from woman to woman in our family."

"Wait a minute," Alana blurted, "am I going to stay here forever? You can't do that! I'm 18! I'm an adult! I can make my own decisions!"

"Alana, take it easy," Cindy almost whispered, defusing Alan's anger. "You're right. No one is making you stay here. Some of us have tried to live off the farm, and grew tired of the unnecessary attention that we got. Some thrive on the attention and exploit it, and do very well financially. Some have had reduction surgery...Those of us at the farm, however, have all chosen to stay here. To some this farm is a retreat from the rest of the world, to be visited occasionally...as a chance to ground themselves, and some of us feel that is our duty to maintain this place for the family. We all agree that we should have a special place for the women of our family when they go through puberty. You," she spoke holding Alana's shoulder, "will be the one to decide what this farm means to you. Your father, as a member of our family, has seen others go through what you are about to, and he knows that he and your mother can't give you the attention that you'll need. He knows that staying with us until you are ready to leave is the best thing."

"What if I don't want to stay here? Maybe I don't want to have such big boobs! I can wait until I'm done growing, then I'll just get reduction surgery!" It was too much to take in at once, and Alana finally snapped. She began to cry as she yelled.

Cindy let Alana cry for awhile, waiting for the sobs to slow down a bit. "Yes, there is a 'cure' for this 'condition', but we don't believe that our breasts are a sign of anything at all unhealthy. In fact, you'll see that once your breasts finally stop developing and you get used to them, that we are anything but unhealthy. I'm not trying to sell you on staying here, but it truly is what's best for you now. I've been where you are now."

Alana stopped crying, resigned to her fate. "So what do I do now?" she asked.

"First, we'll get you set up in your room. Next, it's almost dinnertime - you can meet the rest of the family, then we'll show you around the rest of the farm. We'll find a job for you to do in the short term, and you can start thinking about what you'd like to do in the long term - if you decide to stay for awhile. Remember, even if you are stuck in bed, you can still study, or help with the bookkeeping."

To Alana, the scene before her had a surreal quality. After being so focused on her own developing breasts, she was ready to believe that what she saw was only a hallucination. Alana, her parents, and Cindy sat at the large dining room table as a dozen similarly overdeveloped women ambled in, talking amongst themselves. The attention turned towards Alana's father first, as Alana remembered that the women were his cousins.

Next the attention turned on Alana. She found herself standing within a half circle of her father's female relatives, some close, some distant, but all of them absolutely enormously endowed. Alana couldn't keep track of all of the names, but she could see that not all of the women were as big as Cindy, and quite a few were larger - much larger.

Pulling her gaze back from the barricade of bosoms, Alana ascertained that all of the women seemed to be in good shape, regardless of their age. They all seemed comfortable with their outsized breasts. Alana also noticed wedding rings on most of them.

As they all sat down to eat, as far as Alana could tell, her father remained the sole male on the farm. The conversation started light, but soon enough, the subject became more focused.

"When did you first start developing, sweetie?" said one of the older women to Alana.

Alana balked for a moment, but seeing just how comfortable everybody else was with the question, she answered. "Umm, two weeks ago, I think."

"And how big are you now?" asked another.

"I'm wearing a double-D right now, but it's getting a little tight."

The women, excluding Alana's mother, burst into a chorus of approval.

"And you're 18, right?" asked Cindy.

"Yes. I guess this should have happened a long time ago," Alana mumbled.

"Honey, don't be ashamed," interjected the first woman. "This may be easier for you because you're older and more mature. I wish I was out of junior high before I developed, and Barbara..."

"I was only 10 when I grew!" Barbara proudly interrupted.

A scattered chorus of numbers, all between 11 and 16, erupted. The din continued as the women boasted about who grew the fastest, who took the longest, who's development was the most painful, who's was the easiest, and on and on. Alana looked at her mother, whose face portrayed a mix of slight embarrassment and helplessness. Her father was smirking, as he looked into his dinner, eating. Looking up, he noticed his wife's exasperation.

"O.K., girls - there's civilians present," he joked. "Enough shop talk. Barbara," her father spoke up, "why don't you tell Alana how the farm came to be?"

"Alright," Barbara agreed, "where do I start?" After a moment's musing, she began the story. "The original farmhouse was built in 1835, but was eventually replaced by this larger house we're in back in the 1930's. Two couples, a dozen or so generations back, made the trip on the Oregon trail with another band of settlers. The two couples decided this location was far enough, and the rest of the party went on to the Pacific Northwest and what is now northern California. The two women of the two couples were sisters, and they had carried their sizeable breasts, as well as the genes in our bloodline clear across the continent to this once remote location. We don't know for certain, but we believe it was to get away from the unwanted attention that their endowments would draw in a more populated society."

Alana observed some slight nodding in agreement amongst the women.

"Some of us contend that at least one of the sisters experienced her growth while on the trail," added one of the other women, "and they had to stop here, since the poor girl couldn't walk any further."

"We also don't know the names of any of the two couples," Barbara continued, "not their real names anyway. We do know that they all took the surname of Smith, to be as anonymous as possible. On this site, the two couples started a commune, and between this farm and trading with Indians and other white settlers, the two couples started families and managed to survive."

Cindy continued the story. "Eventually, a nearby logging community sprung up, creating working opportunities for the men, and suitors for the girls. Through the years, the girls who were as blessed as weÖ" Cindy gestured around the table, "would ultimately return to the farm to escape the pressures and hassles of a narrow-minded society. Often, when the men had families and found their daughters were exhibiting the obvious family traits, they would send them to live on this farm, to be with others who could understand."

Again, the women nodded in assent.

"So, this farm has always been kept as a haven for the women of this family. Each of us gives back in whatever way possible in return for what we received. Some give money, and some give time. A few of us make this our home, while some only visit periodically. You'll eventually choose your own role," she had directly addressed Alana with this last comment.

Each of the women then briefly told their own tales. Alana was comforted by their acceptance of their bodies, and enjoyed the candor with which they discussed their roles in society. One woman was a kindegarden teacher who summered at the farm. A couple of women were seamstresses who specialized in hard-to-fit customers. Also amongst the ranks were a psychiatrist, a writer, a physical therapist, an accountant, a plastic surgeon, and a veterinarian.

Eventually, the dinner broke up, and Alana's mother brought her out onto the porch.

"Alana," her mother said, "I know this is sudden. Hell, you surprised all of us!" she said with a laugh. "We knew when we decided to have children that this might be a possibility. I remember being at our wedding, and meeting all these women with these huge chests!" she laughed. Yet again, Alana watched as her mother gestured to indicate large breasts. "Anyway, your father had told me about this side of his family, and once we knew we were having a girl...you," she said briefly cupping Alana's face gently in her hands, "...your father explained everything to me."

Alana could see that her mother was beginning to fight back tears.

"The trip we made out here when you were a child was so that I could check out the farm. After that, we knew that we could rest assured that if you should begin to develop early, or fast, that your father's family could take care of you, and help you get through your...yourÖ" her mother's brow suddenly furrowed. "I thought that at this late age that you weren't going to have to go through this. I thought you would take after me!"

Her mother had begun to cry, and Alana found herself choking up.

"This is hard for us too, dear. We know that you weren't expecting any of this. We're going to miss you, honey. Next time I see you, you'll be all grown up, to say the least." Her mother managed a small laugh through her tears. "We also know that you may not want to leave the farm after...after..."

"Mother!" Alana declared. "I'm still me, I'm still your daughter. You're acting like I'm going away forever. I'm just going to have big boobs. You can say it, you know. I'm going to have big boobs, but I'm still your daughter."

"This is hard for me, dear. I hated being flat-chested when I was younger. I was jealous of all of the girls who had boobs. It was the 50's, and boobs were in. Your father, thankfully, wasn't a breast man. After seeing his family, you can see why. It's nothing new to him!" Her mother laughed again.

"Mother, I know how you feel," Alana spoke. "I've been waiting for my breasts to grow since Tina Allen showed up wearing a training bra back in grade school. Now I find out that my dream is finally coming true - maybe too true."

"And I've got to admit that I'm a little jealous. Hell, I am jealous. When I was younger, I wanted so badly to have bigger breasts." Her mother dabbed her eyes. "Alana, just know that I still love you, no matter how you look. It's hard for me to let go of you. I thought that if you were going to...develop like your father's side that it would be over by now. I thought we'd be watching you go off to college."

The next morning, Alana's parents packed the car for the ride back home, and said their long good-byes on the porch.

Already, Alana could tell that her growth was accelerating. Her breasts felt swollen all the time now, and they were becoming heavier as well as larger. She tried to cross her arms, something she had always done naturally and without thinking, and she found her ballooning breasts blocked her.

"Well," came Cindy's voice from behind her, "let me show you around."

 To be continuedÖ.