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 32, 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 a 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 made the long planned family vacation to the topic of conversation - they were all going to a family reunion. "I don't feel like it. My best friend Cindy has a birthday party next week" Alana remarked, "Why does it have to be next week at all? And then for a whole week? Can't you go without me, Dad?"

"There is something my uncle Robert wants to introduce you to after you turned 18" her father replied. "It's a family secret."

"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 three."

"I don't even remember the trip," Alana replied. "Why is all this nonsense so important at all?"

"That's not nonsense," her father tried to explain to her patiently, "that's something that concerns you personally!"

"Did I inherit something? Like money? A house or something like that?"

"Sure, dear," her mother said, "you have inherited something...but not something you think. Your great-uncle Robert wants to talk to you about it and show you ways to deal with it."

Now Alana was totally confused. "Why did they wait until I turned 18?" Alana asked. "That's something we want to discuss with your great-uncle Robert, too," replied mother to Alana's question.

Alana had no idea what it was about. But somehow there seemed to be no way around travelling to her relatives' farm. She was especially annoyed that she had to cancel her participation in Cindy's birthday.

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.

"Uhh...32D," 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 32D.

"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.

On Thursday, in the morning at 6 o'clock, the journey started. Alana's parents told her the trip would take 57 hours, so just a bit more than two days. Alana sat in the car thinking about how the day began. They had to get up early in the morning. As she dressed, she noticed that she was having trouble closing her 32D bra. She hat to take the next size up. So, she brought only the DD bra with her on the trip. Alana really wished her breasts would stop growing. That was enough now!

It was Saturday morning.

The road trip was moving along uneventfully, with one exception. Alana had put on the next bigger bra, the DD-cup bra, and already the cups of that bra 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."

"Pfff!" Alana hissed between her teeth.

For the next two hours of the journey no further word was spoken.

Alana thought about what happend in the last few days. Just three weeks ago, she had no breasts at all. She wished she had some. But now that she had breasts, Alana realized more and more that these things could get on her nerves quite uncomfortably. The bigger they get, the more annoying they get. Alana envied her mother for her small B-cup breasts. When Alana wore cup size B one week ago, life with breasts felt good: She had breasts at last and was looking more feminine, but they were small enough that she could hide their existence from daily life. Now that she had breasts twice as big as her mother, it wasn't quite as nice to have breasts anymore. Running without a bra was suddenly no longer fun. But for there were bras. They made sure that the breasts stayed calm when Alana moved fast. At least up to cup size D. But having to wrap the breasts in a bra every day wasn't great either. The straps pressed on her shoulders and somehow she felt constricted. At least she was always happy when she could take off her bra at the end of the day. What also annoyed her was the fact that she always had to wear a bra to look decent, which became even more important the bigger her breasts got. 32DD had Alana now. And the bra felt definitely too small. The breasts were already too big for Alana. She didn't want them to get even bigger. Definitely not. Something had to happen. It couldn't go on like this. Now Alana was the one who thought about how she could address the subject to her parents.

"Mom? Can I ask you something?" asked Alana to break the long silence.

"Sure," her mother said in her most soothing tone, "if you want to talk, we're here for you."

Alana paused for a moment, then she came out with it: "Can I have a breast reduction, please?"

A short silence filled the car.

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

"Well," her father began nervously, "do you remember what we talked about last week, Alana?"

"You mentioned a family secret. That's why we're travelling to the farm of our relatives right now. What does that have to do with breasts?"

"Just listen to me," her father hushed her. "We talked about that you have inherited something. If you're taking after my mother's side, and we believe you are, then you're going to become...very well endowed."

"Well, great!" Alana let hear of herself angrily, "Tell me something I don't know. If you haven't noticed yet, I'm already very well endowed. I'm wearing a bra cup size 32DD that is too small, so my boobs are definitely big!"

"Dear, I don't think you understand," her mother said. "Your breasts are large, yes, but if you've really inherited your grandmother's genes, then you will delelop very large breasts. Very large," she said again for emphasis. "That's why we're going to Wyoming."

"That's why i want a breast reduction," Alana replied. "And we don't need to travel to Wyoming for that either!"

"Unfortunately, there is one big problem: All female relatives of your father who took the risk of a reduction died from it," Alana's mother matter-of-factly added.

"What?" was all that Alana could say.

"You are about to develop very large breasts and there is no way to stop that without you dying of it," Alana's mother made the seriousness of the situation clear, "and your father's relatives have dealt with this sort of thing for generations. It runs in the family."

"The medical term for this condition is virginal breast 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 breast 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, "most women in our family have difficulty breathing, or even have their mobility affected by the sheer weight of their breasts. They all know that virginal is not lethal, as long as no one tries to undergo breast reduction surgery, or even have the breasts surgically removed. But sadly, some have tried and died because of the medical intervention."

"Is there a way to stop the growth?" Alana asked.

"Among that part of my relatives, no," father answered. "There's no cure for it. If there was a cure that would help, my relatives would be the first to try it."

"I can't imagine living a life at all with breasts that big that I will have difficulty breathing" Alana said.

"There will be a way," mother tried to reassure Alana, "Your father's relatives will know what to do. They're used to handling that kind of difficulty."

Now, Alana chose to sit in silence with her thoughts.

"Jerry!" called a male 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.

It was Saturday afternoon. Alana looked at her wristwatch. It was 3 o'clock.

Sitting up, Alana could feel her breasts straining against the DD bra that had fit perfectly when the trip began - only two days ago. That scared her.

"Robert!" Alana heard her father call back. Looking out of the window, she saw framed in the doorway of the old house a man. They quickly disappeared into the house. Alana crawled out of the van and walked quickly into the house. Although she wore a bra, she felt every single step she took in her breasts. It was simply no longer possible not to think of them.

"Damn! I have to walk slower with these things on my chest," she mumbled angrily to herself.

"Come in!" Alana heard her father's voice from a large room at the end of the hall within the house. When She entered the room, her father said to her: "Alana, this is my uncle Robert."

"Welcome to our farm, Alana," said Robert. He was staring at the two mounds beneath her T-shirt while he gave her his hand to greet her. "Your parents told me about how your boobies developed within the last three weeks. How are you now?

"From what I've been told so far, I feel like shit," Alana replied dryly.

"Please sit down," Robert continued, "we want to eat something first and then I will show you your guest rooms. I want you to mentally arrive in the next few days until I will want to guide you around the huge terrain of this farm and show you everything."

"Can I see some of my female relative please?" Alana asked Robert. "I want to ask them how they cope with their situation."

"Later," Robert answered. "They are all busy. Busy with matters that have something to do with big boobs."

Alana had to swallow. She didn't like all that. She didn't like Robert's behaviour and his way of speaking at all. She sat down.

Suddenly Alana said: "I don't want to stay here longer than one week."

"Take a look at this farm first," Robert answered. "After a week, on Friday, you can still decide whether you want to stay here or prefer to leave with your parents."

Two guys came into the room. Robert intruduced them as two grand-cousins of Alana. Then they sat down together at the table and had lunch.

The pressure within her bra was painful during the meal. Alana wanted to rip her bra off her body, but since in this room were three men who were strangers to her, and her parents too, she didn't dare.

Robert explained how the guests are accomodated and: Alana would get her own guest room. Her parents would get another guest room.

Robert led his guests through the farm to another house. Alana didn't see another person on the way to the other house, but at this time, Alana's breasts hurt so much that she didn't feel like questioning it any further.

At first, Robert showed Alana and her parents the room where Alana would spend the night. Robert explained that he would get bigger bras for Alana. So that he could get the right sizes, he asked Alana which bra size she currently wore. "32DD," said Alana.

Alana explained that she was exhausted and asked the others to leave so that she could rest a little from the strains of the last hours.

Finally, Alana's parents and Robert left the rom. As soon as the door was closed from outside, Alana took off her T-shirt and yanked the bra from her breasts. It felt good. The confinement was gone. Alana was tired. All she wanted now was to have a pee and then go to bed and sleep. Thankfully, the guest room had its own bathroom right next door. She didn't have to leave her guest room just to go to the bathroom.

Alana slept the rest of the day and the subsequent night.

Sunday.

"Good morning, Alana!" It was her mother. Alana woke up and felt an unusual weight on her chest. Two years ago, she had a cat that made it a habit to sleep on Alana's chest. But the cat died two years ago. Then it dawned on her.

"Gosh, those are heavy!" she blurted out loud.

"What?" Alana's mother asked.

Alana pulled the blanket off her body and sat upright on the bed.

"Dear me!" came out of mother's mouth, "They are twice as big as they were yesterday morning!"

A cold shiver ran across Alana's back as she became aware of how heavily the two weights were pulling on her rib-cage. That was very unpleasant! She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them. Then she stood up, went into the adjacent bathroom and looked at her breasts in the mirror. They were indeed huge! They had the size of two large grapefruits! Alana was in tears. Both Alana and her mother stared into the mirror for about five minutes.

Mother broke the silence: "I brought some bras in different sizes to try on. Let's find out which size suits you."

They tried different bra sizes and they found out that a 32FF was just right for Alana.

"Can I please see the other women on this farm?" Alana suddendly asked.

"I asked Robert that yesterday," replied mother, "The women want to be alone with there breasts and their partners."

"Is that going to be that bad?" Alana asked, tears in her eyes once again

"We can hardly estimate how bad it gets with you," said mother, "Let's just stay here for one week and when the time is up, we can judge the situation better than now. Today there are only 6 days left. We have a big video room here on the farm and we can watch series on videotape for 6 whole days. Are you up for it?"

"I'm afraid none of my shirts will fit me anymore. I don't feel like walking around dressed only in bras."

Mother left Alana alone in her guest room and went to see Robert to get Alana some T-shirts matching to the new size of her breasts. Later in the day, Alana and mother were sitting in the video room watching videos. Robert recommended Alana to take a bra size bigger so that she could watch videos undisturbed while her breasts grew during the day. So, Alana wore a 32G cup bra that day and a T-shirt that Robert provided her.

It was no fun wearing a bra size too big, because whenever Alana had to walk fast or even climb stairs, the breasts at her chest moved so much that they hurt. The video room was in a basement a few houses away from the guest room, the next bathroom was on the ground floor. Having big breasts, this was pretty annoying for Alana. By midday, the bouncing of the breasts felt less unnerving for Alana. Maybe it was because the video films gave her other thoughts than constantly thinking about these permanently growing breasts? Towards evening, there was a problem. As Alana and mother made their way to dinner, Alana felt a strong pressure in her breasts.

"Mother," Alana said, "my bra is too tight. It hurts."

Mother looked at Alana and seid: "Robert told you to put on one cup size larger so that you have enough room to grow. Why don't you listen when you're told something, Alana? Let's have dinner first, dear. We're all hungry."

"But, I put on the bigger bra size! A 32G! It hurts, mother!"

"30 minutes, OK? We'll have dinner first."

It makes no sense to disagree with mother, Alana thought. If mother wants to eat, then she wants to eat. So, Alana, mother, father and Robert had dinner first. Then, mother and Alana walked to Alana's guest room. While they were walking, Alana's breathing became difficult. It felt like the bra was strangulating her. Once in Alana's guest room, Alana stood in front of the mirror and took of her T-shirt. What she saw then frightened her: Breast tissue was swelling all over the sides of the bra. The bra straps cut painfully into the sholders. Alana tried to open the bra, but she couldn't do it. Then mother tried to open the bra, but sadly to no avail. Mother had the idea to go back to the house with the dining room, because there were knives. Alana decided not to put on a T-shirt, because she didn't have time for it anymore. So mother and Alana went back to the the house with the dining room. Mother found a knive and cut Alana's 32G cup bra apart. When the bra broke, the breasts jumped forward. Once again, they were twice the size. This time, twice as big as this morning. And they were fucking heavy! Alana quickly learned that fast, jerky movements could hurt when her breasts were naked.

Alana's upper body was still naked when mother and Alana walked back to the guest room. Fortunately, no one came to meet them. But Alana found it very uncomfortable to walk without holding her breasts with her arms and hands. So she held her breasts with her arms and hands until mother and Alana made it back to the guest room.

Once again, mother and Alana tried different bras on until they found out that a 32HH is now right for Alana.

Mother left the room. Alana went into the bed and tried to sleep. She was tired. But for the first time, sleeping was difficult for Alana. Alana used to sleep on her stomach. But since cup size C, this was no longer possible. So she slept on her back ever since. But these breasts were so heavy, after a few minutes they pressed on her chest and that made her uncomfortable. She tried to sleep on her side. But that was also uncomfortable, because now one breast lay on top of the other. The upper breast squeezed the lower breast in such a way that the lower breast almost hurt. She decided to sleep on her side, because that was the least of her evils. But then she fell asleep und she turned in her sleep, which caused her to accidentally squeeze a breast so much that she woke up because of the resulting pain. This happend about for times. When it happened for the fourth time, the door opened. It was Robert.

"What are you doing here? I'm trying to sleep!" said Alana annoyed.

"How are your boobies doing?" asked Robert in his usual indecent manner.

"These boobies, as you like to call them, don't let me sleep, because they are too big and too heavy."

"Then I have something interesting for you." said Robert, "We have cameras on the farm area. And they recorded how you was walking half-naked throw the farm area together with your mother. I saw the footage only 20 minutes ago and then I noticed how fast your breasts actually grow. I realized that the biggest bra size that is in your guest room is a size 32J, which you will probably grow out soon, perhaps even tomorrow morning, so I came to you tonight, because on the one hand I have more bras for you in my bag. They are up to size 32N."

Alana shuddered with fear when she heard the bra size '32N'. But Robert went on: "On the other hand, since I'm here anyway and your breasts are certainly naked right now, I have an interesting measuring device for you. It is an instant picture camera. When someone uses it to photograph your boobies, it produces a photo with a subtitle. The subtitle shows the bra size and the weight of the pictured breasts in kilograms. If you like, we can try the camera right now."

Alana wished that creep would leave her room. But on the other hand Robert was her great-uncle, with whom she would have to socialize sooner or later anyway, because after all he brought her what she needed most urgently these days, and that was bras that fit her. The worst thing that could happen to her in her situation would be that she would have to carry breasts around that she couldn't wrap away into a bra because all the bras she had became too small. So it would only be fair if she would show her appreciation by dealing with Robert, as at least Alana's breasts don't seem to be the first and only large breasts Robert got to see. He must have seen hundred of them a day.

"OK, just make your photo," Alana said. She took the blanket off her upper body and sat upright on the bed.

"The camera only works when the boobies are naked," said Robert.

Reluctantly Alana took off her nightshirt. She sat on the bed and with both hands she was supporting her breasts from below. "That's good," Robert said und took a photo. The device ejected the photo and within two minutes a picture with subtitels had developed. Robert handed the photo to Alana and Alana read what the subtitle said.

"32HH, 1.79 kg left, 1.59 kg right, 3.39 kg total"

"Your left boobie is bigger than the right one," said Robert.

Alana was stunned. "It's hard to believe you can even measure something like that!" she said.

Alana stared at the photo for five minutes. Meanwhile Robert stared at Alana's naked breasts for five minutes.

"I can't believe it!" Alana said, "I'm doomed to lug around 3.39 kilograms of breast flesh whenever I'm on my feet."

"That's seven or eight pounds," Robert said. "I'm glad I'm a man in this family."

"Leave me alone now, please," begged Alana.

"One more thing before I go"

"What!" Alana was annoyed.

"Please, never walk around the farm area half-naked again. The cameras film everything and everyone can see the pictures afterwards. Always wear a bra when you're outside a house."

"Won't happen again," said Alana.

Robert left the room.

Monday morning. When mother entered the room, she woke Alana up. The first thing Alana realized when she woke up was her breasts. Her left breast now really hurt. She had strategically placed herself on her left side. Since the right breast was 200 grams lighter than the left, the right breast pressed less hard on the left one than the left one would do on the right if Alana would place herself on her right side. Despite this, the left breast hurt her now.

Alana had slept very restlessly. As a result, Alana was still very tired. It was late. 10 o'clock. Normally Alana didn't sleep that long. Since Alana was lying on the left side, she was turned away from mother.

"Good morning, Alana!" said mother, "Can I see your new toy that Robert left with you yesterday night?"

"Do you the instant picture camera?" Alana asked without turning to mother.

"Yeah," replied mother, "that device that measures cup size and weight of your breasts."

Silence in the room.

"Come on, sit down" said mother, "I want to find out which bra I'm supposed to pick out."

Wordlessly Alana turned, took the blanket off her upper body and sat upright on the bed.

Mother was about to position the camera to take a picture.

"The camera only works when the breasts are naked," interrupted Alana mothers acting.

Mother waited until Alana uncovered her breasts. After Alana hat put the nightshirt aside, mother took a photo. Two minute later, a photo provided information about the current state of things. Alana's things.

"32JJ, 2.38 kg left, 2.18 kg right, 4,55 kg total"

"You poor thing," said mother.

Alana was close to tears.

A little later Alana and mother also tried out the old-fashioned way to find out which bra fits best. They came to the same result: Alana's new bra size was 32JJ.

"I think, it would be better if I put on 2 bra sizes bigger today," said Alana.

Mother picked a 32KK bra and handed it to Alana. After Alana was finished with morning wash and dressing, Alana and mother left Alana's guest room to go to the the house with the dining room.

"Breakfast is only served until 11 o'clock," said mother, "We only have 10 minutes left. We should hurry if we want to eat something before lunch."

"Mom," demanded Alana, "can you please walk slowly, I have two heavy loads to carry in front of me and I can't run with these things anymore."

"OK ok, then we will just walk slowly and do without breakfast," said mother.

The ways on this farm were very long. And Alana and mother chose walking speed where it could easily take 10 minutes until they reached target house.

"Do you like it here?" asked mother.

"No," answered Alana. "It's creepy here! I want to go home."

"Well, there are still four days until Friday. Until then you can still change your mind," mother said.

"Mom, Robert even installed cameras here to check if I wear a bra when I walk through the farm area. That's creepy!"

"Perhaps the cameras are also necessary to detect burglars and capture them?" mother replied.

"All this certainly costs a lot of money. Have you ever wondered where Robert takes all the money to maintain all this and keep all kinds of bras in stock? It all seems weird to me and I honestly don't feel like spending most of my future life here."

"Let's talk about it again in four days," said mother to change the topic.

"Can we go into town today and eat outside?" begged Alana. "Or a picnic in the forest? No matter what, but I don't want to spend the day here today."

"How about a picnic in the woods? Only you and me and father," mother suggested. "Father certainly knows a nice place from his childhood."

It was a spontaneous decision that was put into action just as spontaneously. Father indeed had a favorite place where he liked to have picnics as a child. This place was located right next to an idyllic lake. It was after 1 o'clock in the afternoon. The place for the picnic was 50 minutes away from the farm by car. The route was mainly through the forest and was full of potholes. After 30 minutes drive, Alana regretted to have wished for a picnic in the forest.

"Ouch!" another, this time very large pothole made Alana give a groan. "Dad, these potholes hurt my breasts. Can you please drive more carefully?"

"I'm really sorry about that, Alana," father apologized, "I had no idea that would hurt you."

"Weren't you ever in a car with one of your female relatives back then?" Alana asked accusingly, "You should remember something like that."

"It was not usual for my female relatives to leave the farm after they grew their breasts," father defended himself.

"Ouch!" there was another pothole that made Alana give a groan.

Alana and her parents were sitting on a blanket. Right in front them the food was spread out. The view was magnificent. In one direction there was a small meadow. Behind the meadow was a forest. In the other direction was the lake. It was a beautiful lake. So big, so quiet, so peaceful. The sun was shining. Cloudless sky. No wind. And it was warm. There was something that Alana had never thought it could happen: Alana was sweating. She was sweating under her breasts and between her breasts. The parts of the breasts that were resting on the upper abdomen were sweating and the parts of the breasts that rubbed against each other were sweating, too. She didn't tell her parents about it, because she was mortified. But it didn't take long and the problem worsened: When Alana moved, the breasts rubbed along the upper abdomen and against each other, and since these parts were covered in wet sweat, the breasts und her upper abdomen rubbed sore after some time. And that hurt. To stop the rubbing, Alana tried not to move while she was sitting on the blanket and ate. Yet another problem: While Alana was eating, she could smell the sweat that was accumulating in her bra. And as if Alana didn't have enough problems already, there were many more: They had spaghetti with tomato sauce to eat. Delicious! Alana usually ate that with great pleasure! But, it was inevitable that one or two noodles would fall of her fork. And where did they fall? Straight into the cleavage, where they disappeared into the depths of her bra. Damn! And last but not least that: While Alana sat on the blanket and ate, her breasts wrapped in her bra were attached to her body. And they were so heavy that her shoulders, neck and back hurt. The worst was at the shoulders, where the bra straps mercilessly cut themselves into the shoulders.

At least the food was very good. But when Alana was full and none of the good food got into her stomach, she couldn't handle the weight of those udders any longer. She had to lay them down somewhere and recover from the load. Alana had mother spread out a blanket directly in front of the lake and sat down on the blanket. Mother rolled up another blanket and placed it on Alana's lap so that Alana could rest her breasts on the blanket. That felt very good! Now she had her breast break. It was a bit pity that no one had come up with such an idea much earlier, about the blanket beneath her brests.

For the next two hours, mother and father disappeared in the car to have sex. Meanwhile, Alana sat on the blanket near the lake, resting her breasts and enjoying the great view. That was by far the best part of the day for Alana. Of course tha day could have been much better if these things weren't attached to her, but considering the circumstances this was the best part of the day.

After Alana sat there for tho hours and forgot her troubles for a short time, her problems suddenly caught up again. She had to pee. But is whe went peeing now, it would mean that she would have to end her nice breast break. So she tried to ignore the need to pee to recover a few more minutes from her heavy attachments. It went well for about another hour. But suddenly placing her breasts on a blanket was no longer a recovery for Alana. Just three hours ago her shoulders had a break from her bra cutting into them. She could slip her finger between the bra straps and her shoulders and massage the indentations a little. That was three hours ago. Now, three hours later, her shoulders suddenly hurt again. Alana tried to slip her finger between the bra straps and her shoulders to massage the indentations again. But as she raised her arms to move her hands to her shoulders, she realized that the bra was constricting her upper body so much that she could hardly breathe.

"Pfff!" Once again, Alana hissed between her teeth. It was that time again. While Alana was recovering from her breasts, they had grown so much that mother had to cut her bra off once again. Fortunately they had cutlery with them for the picnic.

"How are you?" asked mother who suddenly appeared behind Alana.

"I need someone who cuts my bra off my body or I won't be able any longer to breathe," summarized Alana the current situation.

"OK," said mother, "I'm looking for a knife, in the meantime please take off your T-shirt."

Alana took off her T-shirt. When mother stood in front of Alana with a knife, she became puzzled.

"Alana, did you wet your nipples with anything?" asked mother.

"Not that I know of. Why?" Alana asked back.

"It looks like your breasts are giving milk."

"Oh no! Please not something like that! I'm not a fucking dairy cow!" Alana began to weep.

Mother carefully used a knife to cut Alana's bra apart. It felt better on the shoulders because nothing was cutting into them anymore. But the immense pressure inside the breasts didn't go away, even when they were naked. Their sheer heaviness pulled on Alana's chest, which only stopped after Alana laid her naked breasts once again on the rolled up blanket. Now the painful pulling on the chest was stopped. What remained was the pain inside the breasts, which increased from minute to minute. Small milk droplets formed on the nipples. It didn't take long and the milk ran down the breasts and onto the rolled up blanket.

"We need to get you back to the farm as soon as possible," mother said.

"First I have to pee," Alana replied.

It was 6:30 pm. The van drove back the bumpy route. Alana was sitting in the back seat. A rolled up blanket was spread out on her lap. On the rolled up blanket lay her naked breasts wrapped in another blanket. Alana leaned against the back of the seat with her naked back. The blanket in which her breasts were wrapped was soaked with breast milk. The pressure inside the breasts was so mercilessly strong that Alana wept in pain throughout the whole ride. With every pothole father was driving into, Alana moaned extra noisily.

Finally the car was on the farm. Father got out to look for Robert.

It was after 8 o'clock in the evening. Alana was in a special building. Robert called it the dairy building. The first thing Robert did there was a photo of Alana's naked breasts. To adjust the milking machine, als Robert explained. As usual with Robert, the photo had a subtitle.

"32M, 4.39 kg left, 4.19 kg right, 8.57 kg total"

Now, Alana was sitting on a chair, on her lap lay a rolled up blanket and the naked breasts were resting on the rolled up blanket. Suction cups were attached to her areolas, from which tubes led to an apploance that noisily pumped milk out of Alana's breasts. When Robert turned the machine on for the first time, Alana's mouth gave a shrill scream. The reason was an instant orgasm that Alana had never had in such an intensity before.

The milking process itself lastet about 20 minutes. In that time Alana had four very severe orgasms. And with each orgasm, pussy juice ran out of her snatch, which not only made her panties and jeans soaking wet, but also caused a small puddle to appear on the chair Alana was sitting on. For Alana this was incredibly embarrasing. After these 20 minutes, her breasts were pumped dry. The immense pressure inside her breasts was gone and no more milk leaked from her nipples.

"That will last for about 12 hours, my little cow," Robert explained, "milk them twice a day and your udders will not explode."

Alana's stomach cramped when she heard how Robert talked to her in front of her parents. It was unbelievable. Alana was in an absolutely terrible situation. What she went through here was a living nightmare. And then there was this creep and made everything much worse with this horrible language.

Alana placed her arms under her naked breasts as best as she could, stood up from the chair and wanted to leave.

"Not so hasty, my little cow," she heard the creep talking from sideways direction, "do you want to leave the building without a bra?"

Jesus, that creep got on her nerves!

"I will get a 32M bra from Alana's guest room," heard Alana mother say.

Alana, father and Robert were alone in the hall now. Alana took all her courage together and said, "Robert, your language is very hurtful to me. Can you please stop saying things like 'my little cow', 'boobies', 'udders' and so on?"

"Out here, on the farm, the manners are somtimes a little harsher," Robert replied, "Get used to it."

Alana and mother were on their way to Alana's guest room. Although Alana wore a bra, bra size 32M, her breasts moved with every single step she took. From time to time one of her upper arms collided with one of her breasts. This always felt totally stange in the affected breast. It was exhausting to walk with these giant udders. Alana and mother were walking extra slowly until they arrived at the house with the guest rooms.

A happy surprise awaitet Alana in her guest room. Alana had left her best friend Cindy the address of the farm and asked her to please write her how the birthday party went. Of coure Cindy was Alana's best friend, so of course she wrote her a letter.

"Dear Alana, I hope you have a wonderful time on your relatives' farm. We had a great birthday party and we thought about you all the time. Here are some photos from the party. Come back soon. Without you, it's only half as nice here. I miss you very much. Dearest greetings, your best friend Cindy."

There she sat now on the bed. With the naked back Alana leaned against the wall. On her lap lay a pillow. She had wrapped her breasts in the blanket so she wouldn't have to see them. The sight of them would only depress her. The wrapped breasts rested on the pillow that lay on her lap. More pillows lay on her breasts. Alana placed her head onto those pillows and tried to sleep. This was the only way for her to fall asleep without pain. Sitting.

Alana thought about Cindy. It was really nice of her to write this letter.

Tuesday morning. It was 8 o'clock. Alana was still in the same position as last night. She was sleeping. Robert entered the room.

"Time for milking!" Alana was rudely awakened by Robert.

Alana opened her eyes and looked at Robert tiredly.

"Hurry, or your udders will burst."

"I hate you!" were the first words of the day that came over Alana's lips.

Robert took the camera in his hand to take a recent photo: "Show the camera your tits so it can pick a matching bra for you."

Unwillingly and without words, Alana unwound her breasts from the blanket. In front of her eyes she saw two large balls of meat. In size they resembled two watermelons. And these two watermelons were attached to her chest.

"Turn 90 degrees so I can take a picture of you from the front."

Alana swung her legs to the edge of the bed and turned as Robert wished. Now Robert took the photo.

"32N, 5.64 kg left, 5.04 kg right, 10.68 kg total"

"Oh! 600 grams difference! You're pretty lopsided!"

This creep was so annoying!

"By the way, I brought you new bras. Until 32ZZ you are supplied for now."

"Pfff!" When will this nightmare finally stop getting nastier than it already is?

They were on the way to the dairy building. Robert had given Alana a bigger T-shirt. The fact that Alana was carrying around above-average breasts could already be seen from afar. The T-shirt had very large protrusions at chest height. Alana's breasts could be seen from the front, from the side and even from behind. The T-shirt hung down from her breasts like a tent. There was a lot of air between the T-shirt and her belly. Step by step, Alana walked as slowly as she could along the way to avoid unnecessary bouncing. The movements of her breasts as she walked annoyed her.

What she feared the most was what was about to happen next. The uncontrolled orgasms during milking. When she was walking to the guest room yesterday, her pants were soaking wet with pussy juice. That was so much below her dignity. That she now had to endure this twice a day, was something she found to puke about.

"32OO, 7.73 kg left, 6.73 kg right, 14.45 kg total"

Tuesday evening. It was 10 o'clock. 32OO. That was the last ridiculous measurement from today at 8 pm.

Alana's day was over. There were only a few events that day. In the morning the first milking. It was horrible! The pumping lasted 30 long minutes and six orgasms drove Alana out of her mind. Back to her guest room, she showered extensively and put on fresh pants and a bigger bra. Alana and her parents spent most of Tuesday watching vidos, similar to last Sunday. Then there was the second milking. That was even more horrible than the first one. The pumping lasted 40 long minutes and Alana had to endure eight orgasms. As she watched the videos, she placed her breasts as usual on a rolled up blanket. That was the only way she had to endure the giants for long periods without pain.

Alana had wished that she and her parents would drive out once again to the lake for a picnic the next day. The place was very beautiful. And Alana wanted to see it again.

Now Alana was sitting in bed again. Like last night, her wrapped breasts on her lap, a pillow between breasts and lap, she tried to sleep. 32OO! Unbelievable that this cup size even existed!

Wednesday morning. It was 8 o'clock. Alana was sleeping. Robert entered the room.

"Time for milking!"

Here we go again! Alana opened her eyes and looked at Robert very angrily.

"Hurry, or your udders will burst."

"Wasn't that the tape from yesterday!" screamed Alana to Robert.

Robert took the camera in his hand to take a recent photo: "Show the camera your tits so it can pick a matching bra for you."

"You're repeating yourself!"

"Come on! Come on! Camera wants to see heavy and full udders!"

"Pfff!"

"Just do it, my little cow."

Alana's thighs hurt. Alana noticed that there was quite a heavy load on her lap. The range of movement of her arms was restricted. Something was in the way. The breasts she had wrapped in a blanket the night before reached her up to her neck this morning. Alana suspected something evil. She unwound her breasts from the blanket. The breasts in front of her eyes were huge. And they were bloated and full of milk. The pressure that had built up in her breasts hurt her breasts from the inside. The blanket that Alana had removed from her breasts was wet. Milk ran out of her nipples. Though she couldn't see that, but when she touched her nipples, then her hands were wet and white milk stuck to them.

Alana tried to remove the rolled up blanket under her breasts. But she only succeeded when she lifted one breast after the other to remove the blanket. When the blanket was removed, her breasts rested on her lap without the blanket.

Holy shit!

Alana's breasts were so big, she could place her breasts on her lap without having to put anything between her breasts and her lap! Another sad milestone in her never-ending nightmare.

Alana started turning herself on her bed so that she sat opposite to Robert. The problem was, her breasts were so heavy, she had to carry one breast after the other with her hands one hand's width at a time towards the final position and gradually move her buttocks forward until she finally sat as she wanted to sit.

"Well, it took an infinite amount of time," mocked Robert.

"Take your fucking picture!"

"With pleasure! And here we have the current measurement values!"

"32QQ, 11.06 kg left, 9.66 kg right, 20.73 kg total"

"There's a difference of 1400 grams! By the way, udders with a total weight of 20 kilograms or more should be brought to milking three times a day or they will burst. Every 8 hours would be advisable."

"Pfff!"

Alana and Robert were on their way to the dairy building. Alana was wearing a 32QQ bra and an extra large T-shirt. Alone she was no longer able to dress that herself. Robert ha helped her. Alana could only walk if she held her breasts with both hands. If she didn't hold the breasts, then all the body parts that were forced to hold the bra hurt her. First and foremost the shoulders, where the bra straps could cut very quickly and effectively. By now, Alana also felt that her breasts had different sizes while walking. While the left breast was very tightly constricted by her bra and parts of that breast were swelling out of the bra cup, the right breast lay very loosely in the bra and moved particularly uncomfortably as Alana walked or just moved. In order to keep the balance better and not tilt to the left, she always pushed her breasts a little to the right while carrying them in her hands. The route to the dairy building was very exhausting. Every five minutes, Robert had to take Alana's breasts in his hands and carry them for a minute to releave Alana from some of the weight of her breasts.

The first milking of the day was the worst ever. The pumping lasted one long hour and Alana had to endure 12 orgasms.

Wednesday afternoon. It was 3 o'clock. Alana and her parents were at the same lake as two days ago and had another nice picnic today. The ride to this place was an absolute hell for Alana, but these beautiful moments here at the lake were worth it. And Alana enjoyed every single moment she didn't have Robert around her. Three hours ago they had a very tasty meal. For two hours now Alana was sitting alone at the lake enjoying the view. Alana's parents had retreated into the car two hours ago to have sex. Robert was against Alana's parents leaving once again the farm with Alana. But Robert and Alana's parents accepted a compromise: Alana's parents took several bras for safety's sake with them, in the sizes 32QQ, 32R, 32RR, 32S, 32SS, 32T, 32TT, 32U, 32UU, 32V, 32VV, 32W, 32WW, 32Z and 32ZZ, and Robert let them go for some hours.

Alana had been enjoying something for two hours hat was forbidden on the farm: She was outside a building and she was braless. Alana was sitting on a blanket, her upper body naked and both legs spread. Between her legs lay a rolled up blanket and on it rested her naked breasts. So her lap took a break and didn't have to carry the weight of her breasts for a few hours.

Alana looked at her breasts for two hours and looked at the veins und the skin of her breasts. The breasts were huge. Monster udders. Alana began to wonder who was attached to whom. Were the breasts attached to Alana or was Alana attached to the breasts? She hat seen the 32ZZ bra. That wasn't a bra, that was a tent! You could put a full-grown human in it and he would be able to completely protect himself from wind and rain in that bra! If Alana's breasts should actually develop into a dimension like this, the question would be clearly answered: Not the breasts would be attached to Alana, but Alana would be attached to the breasts.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Alana realized that her breasts were starting to build up pressure from the inside. Milk flowed from the nipples. Alana panicked. Soon, the very strong pain that Alana feared so much would start again.

"Mom! Dad!" shouted Alana. "Please come here! I have to be milked!"

Alana shouted for ten minutes for her parents. But nobody came to rescue her. Alana tried to get up to walk to the car by herself. Only now did she realize the she couldn't walk without help. Her Breasts were so heavy that she just couldn't carry them by herself. Alana had a problem: Here at the lake lay two huge breasts and Alana was shackled to them. That was a clear proof! Not the breasts were attached to Alana, Alana was clearly attached to the breasts!

One hour later, Alana's parants came to Alana at the lake.

It turned out that Alana's parents had fallen asleep in their car. Both slept so deeply that they hadn't heard Alana shouting. They had intentionally parked the car out of hearing range because they wanted to have sex undisturbed without Alana being able to listen to them having sex.

When Alana's parents found Alana with severe pain on the blanket, they decided to drink as much of Alana's milk themselves until she had no more pain. Father drank from the left (larger) breast, mother drank from the right (smaller) breast. It took two hours for Alana's parents to drink enough milk to make Alana feel no more pain. During this time, Alana had five orgasms.

On the return ride, Alana's parents had to seat Alana in the car with her lower body naked, because her pants were completely soaked. Alana was sitting on a blanket, which was spread out on the back seat. The upper body was correctly dressed: Alana was wearing a 32S bra, so Robert should be satisfied.

Again, the return ride was an absolute hell for Alana, but however, it was clear to all involved that this had been the last car ride ever in Alana's life.

Back on the farm, Alana was first brought to her next milking. The pumping lasted one long hour and 30 minutes. And Alana had to endure 18 orgasms.

At the end of the day, Robert took the usual measurement.

"32SS, 15.3 kg left, 13.3 kg right, 28.6 kg total"

"2 kilograms difference!" as Robert used to say.

Alana could no longer walk on her own with this size. In order for her to be able to move around, other people had to help her and carry her breasts.

Furthermore Alana got a new 'bed': In the milking room of the dairy builing, Robert had laid out a huge mattress on the floor. Alana was stripped completely naked and was laid on the mattress with her back down. Her breasts were now big enough to be placed to the right and left of Alana. Because her breasts were now lying next to her body, they pulled from both sides in the opposide direction of Alana's chest. Alana felt like someone was trying to tear her apart.

Alana complained to Robert that she preferred to sit and deposit her breasts between her legs. But Robert had refused that wish. Robert didn't give an explanation. Alana was pissed off. Alana coudn't stand up and sit down on her own. The breasts were much too heavy for that. They always pressed her back to the floor, no matter how often she tried to fight it and get up.

Thursday morning. It was 8 o'clock. Alana was sleeping on her back.

Robert sneaked up on her and surprised Alana with his dreaded standard saying: "Time for milking!"

"Pfff!" Alana was instantly awake.

"Why do you always hiss?"

"I hiss because you are a huge asshole!"

"Put some restraint on your tongue or I'll make sure that your udders will burst."

"Pfff!"

"OK, my little cow, time for a new photo!"

"Pfff!"

"You can just stay lying there. With this size the camera also works when lying down."

"You asshole! You know damn well I can't get up alone anyway!"

Robert ignored the latest tirade of insults, took the camera in his hand and took a new photo: "Done!"

"32UU, 20.13 kg left, 18.13 kg right, 38.26 kg total"

"Still 2 kilograms difference! I would have thought the difference would get bigger over time!" Robert obviously couldn't resist such kind of comments.

"32WW, 25.93 kg left, 23.93 kg right, 49.87 kg total"

Thursday evening. It was 8 o'clock. This was one of Alanas worst days. And every day it gets even worse. There were three pumpings. All three pumpings lasted two long hours. And each time Alana had to endure 24 of those dreaded orgasms. If one adds up the three pumpings, then it comes up to 6 hours of pumping per day! This is madness! Cruel madness! At the end of the day, there was the "measurement": 32WW. Alanas breasts now weight almost 50 kilograms in total. Tomorrow was Friday, that day when Alana and her parents wanted to leave. For Alana one thing is certain: She wants to leave. But that's easier said than done when Alana is shackled to some breasts lying around in a dairy building, breasts so heavy you need a crane to carry them away.

Friday morning. It was 8 o'clock. Once again, Alana was sleeping on her back.

"32UU, 20.13 kg left, 18.13 kg right, 38.26 kg total"

"Still 2 kilograms difference! It gets boring! Always the same differenced!"

"It gets boring! Always the same moronic comments!"

Friday noon. It was 12 o'clock. Alana's first pumping for today was over. This pumping lasted three long hours. And each time Alana had to endure 36 heavy orgasms. She was completely naked. Part of the mattress she was lying on was soaked with pussy juice. Alana's parents stood next to Alana.

Mother said: "It's time to say goodbye."

"No, wait!" Alana said, "Today is the day on which I have to decide whether I want to stay here or leave with you."

"So which one did you choose?" asked mother.

"The same as last Monday," answered Alana. "It's creepy here! I want to go home."

"Alana, " mother tried to argue, "you can see for yourself that you need this farm here to survice. There is everything you need here. There are bras here, there are milking machines, ..."

"... and there is a creep here," Alana interrupted mother, "who constantly gets on my nerves with his moronic comments! Mom! Dad! Let's be serious! I can't believe this is happening to me. Every day I think it's just a nightmare and every day I think I will wake up every moment from this nightmare. But instead this nightmare is getting worse every day. Please help me. I am at the end. I can't do any more."

Alana and her parents had about one hour left to settle their dispute and say goodbye. The conversation ended because Alana's breasts started to build up pressure from the inside. Alana's parents had to go. When Alana was connected to the milking machine for the second time today, Alana's parents made their way home. Without Alana.

Saturday morning. It was 8 o'clock. Once again, Alana was sleeping on her back.

"32ZZZZZZZ, 56.69 kg left, 36.69 kg right, 93.38 kg total"

"What's that? 20 kilograms difference! How the hell did you do that?"

"Shut up!"

Saturday afternoon. It was 1 o'clock. This life sucked! Literally. This perpetual on her breasts was too much for Alana! Yesterday, Friday, when Alana's parents left, Alana hat three pumpings. Each pumping took three hours. That was 9 hours a day connected to a milking machine! Today, the first pumping lasted four hours. As it looked, it would now be 12 hours of pumping per day!

The creep had announced a total weight of 93 kilograms today. That's almost 100 kilograms that kept Alana on the ground! With such a total weight, Alana was clearly immobile.

Things didn't go well for Alana.

Now, it was Monday. Alana's breasts finally had stopped growing. Each breast weighed 100 kilograms. They evened out. Although they had stopped growing, they gave milk without interruption. Alana got bored. More and more she realized that from now on this would be her whole remaining life: Lying on her back, eating, peeing, shitting and not being able to move her arms, because her upper body and arms were constantly being pressed onto a mattress by two gigantic udders. Three times a day Robert came to feed and clean her. All she could see, was a small part of the ceiling of the hall she was lying in. To the right and left, she saw her mega udders. The cleavage of these mega udders left only a small gap for eating and breathing. They even pressed on her neck and cheeks, wich was also very unpleasant when eating and swallowing. Her whole life was about breasts now; When she opened her eyes, she saw them all the time. She heard them all the time, because the fully automated milking machine made noises all the time. Her hands touched them all the time, because these boobs lay on her hands and mercilessly pressed them into the mattress. She felt them almost everywhere on her body. And they hurt all the time. Breasts. Boobs. Tits. Udders. Nothing but udders. And then there still were these damn orgasms.

One day, Robert told Alana that there were 116 other cousins living this existence: There are two types of women among Alana's and Robert's relatives: One type grows breasts within a short time that stop growing exactly when they reach a cup size of 32N. The other type grows breasts within a short time that stop growing exactly when they reach a weight of 100 kg. The first type of female relatives gives birth to a lot of children, so these special genes never die out. The second type of female relatives can give on demand a lot of milk, which can either be used to feed the new newborn babies or be sold to rich customers to make money to finance the farm. By the way, Alana's father, Robert and all other male and female relatives were born by female relative who were of the first type. Currently, the farm accommodated 84 women of type 1, 76 of them were pregnant right now, and 116 women of type 2. When a new young woman like Alana is brought in, you can only tell with certainty what type of female relative you have in front of you when the size of breasts has exceeded a cup size of 32N, because in that case it is type 2. Does the breasts stop growing at 32N, then it es type 1.

Normally. Alana would get really angry with that kind of detail information. But, in her current situation, Alana was thankful that Robert told her such details at all, because at least for a few minutes that would drive away this never-ending boredom.

 Finally Finished :-)