Then, she answered, “Gosh, no one has ever asked me that question. But it was a memorable time for me.”
“Please don’t say more if it is unpleasant,” I said.
“No, it’s ok, but you’re the first person to ask me about it.”
I decided to keep taking a risk and asked her, “Not even your husband has asked you how it felt to grow such large breasts?” As I spoke those words, and as if to illustrate my question, I again touched Mrs. Kaufman’s breasts. This time I very gently lifted them.
I thought my words and actions might cause Mrs. Kaufman to react with alarm or to scold me and order me to leave. But instead of showing concern, she apparently took my question and even my touching as rather natural.
Mrs. Kaufman took a deep breath, increasing the size of her chest and giving me more to look at, then she let it out with a sigh, “Yes, those were fitful times.”
“Why,” I asked.
“It’s probably true for every girl, except those who never ‘develop’ very much.”
“I’m curious,” I said, “and I’d like to know more.”
She looked at some of those old photos as memories coming back to her mind.
While she was thinking, I added, “I saw girls go through this when I was a teenage boy, and of course the boys were intrigued and mystified. But the boys saw all this in sort of playground terms. I mean, boys can be cruel and see all this as objects for their entertainment.”
Mrs. Kaufman quietly nodded in agreement.
So I went on, “But from the female side, how did it feel?”
Mrs. Kaufman was still reflecting on what she might say, so I took it to a higher level, “What did it feel like to have not just breasts but these?” As I spoke, I reached over and more firmly and deliberately held her breasts. I could feel the seams of her bra and let my finger trace the seam of each cup to the tip of both her breasts. But I restrained myself from adding a tiny pinch of her nipple area.
At any moment, I expected her to throw me out, but she did not. After touching her breasts like this, I now felt that she enjoyed the flattery, even though I sensed that she was a proper wife who would not let herself lose control. My work was cut out, but so far, so good.
Finally, Mrs. Kaufman said, “It was surprising to see myself change, first just a little, and that was fine. But within a year or two I had to learn so much that I had never known before. How to dress, how to handle the boys who made crude remarks, and how to deal with people who stared ‘there’ more than at my face. I wasn’t able to run as fast. I’d been a tennis player, but those – she pointed at her breasts in a photo – got in the way.”
“Well,” I added, “they’re still there. How did you get used to the changes?” “What about the weight?” I asked, “Did it hurt your back to carry this new weight?”
Again Mrs. Kaufman sighed, “You got that right. Girls with larger endowments have to be careful about their posture and sometimes use extra support. Yes, that was part of it, too.”
She turned over a few more photos and held one of herself with a date at a high school dance.