Monday, September 15, 2008

North vs South: My bra is not a battleground!

All my friends told me not to do it.

"Your boobs are perfect," they insisted, some of them attempting to prove their point by hefting one or both in their hands.

"See? They're just right!"

Well, as they say, there's nothing perfect in this world... even though for a long time, my 34D's have been damn close. But here's the question. Exactly when did I exhort them to "Go South, Tabu boobs?"

Lately I've been noticing a slight downward migration, as if my nipples missed my pussy and just wanted a closer relationship.

OK- that was it. Time for a tuneup.

September 9th took on the historic porportions of D-Day... or should I say Double D Day? Into the ritzy surgical suite of the Playmates and Maxim model's favorite breast man in upscale Aventura... and out 3 hours later under the tender loving care of my gal-pal Allie.

Skipping the painful details, almost a week later we arrive at Sunday brunch in the Aventura mall-- and a visit to the ooh-la-la confines of a select European lingerie shop. This little nook specializes in big boobs... and the salesgirl eyed my torso appraisingly.

"Hmm," she mused, "You have a small back compared to your volume in front.... I think, yes, let's try this."

Without a peep I let her jostle my now-engorged breasts into what appeared to be a cup size large enough for Queen Latifah. She pushed, I pulled, and when we both straightened up, my boobs were encased in absolute perfection.

"Umm," I hesitated to ask,"Just what size is this?"

"Oh," she relied cheerfully, "You're a 34-F."

Wow. Well, after I forked over what would buy two people a very nice dinner out, I left with my 34-F everyday bra in an extremely elegant shopping bag.

And I can now see that the price of this little enhancement is going to go far beyond the surgeon, the meds or even the new photos I will certainly need to take.

Half of my wardrobe will have to be donated to my normal-sized friends--that is, anyone a D-cup or less. And your visibly-bigger vixen will become a very good customer of the big-boob emporium.

So my new job, apparently, is to have new ta-ta's... and try to get used to the "massive expanse" as my SO calls it, living on the front of my chest.

I guess there are worse fates. And whistlin' Dixie is one of them.

6 comments:

roleplayguy said...

NO FAIR!

You tell us that you enhanced our favorite role play toy and show us no pictures?

That is just plain mean.

Anonymous said...

Just can't wait for the pictures. I have a great picture in my mind but my eyes want to see

Anonymous said...

hey, overseas jimmy....wow cannot wait to come home to see those mounds of joy.....got make it down to south fla again to see wonder woman.

roleplayguy said...

I did not realize that you were such a tease.

When might we expect pictures, and more importantly, how is your recovery coming along?

Tabu said...

Recovery is coming along well, but I still have some small bandages-- so they're not quite ready for their debut pictorial!

Patience, dear fans, patience!

roleplayguy said...

I am glad that the recovery is going well. I hope you view this as an opportunity to buy a slew of really nasty clothes.

Latex and leather always look good when strained by a large rack.

I hope you are on your stilettos soon.

RPG