Prologue: My Best Asset

I know I have a great body because most guys, and quite a few girls, can’t stop looking at me. I know exactly why they love my body. I have been told I look good all over. I have a cute face with large hazel eyes and a short pointed nose. I have nicely sized lips that are a bright pink. My face is round with a slight point to my chin and it’s all framed by my shoulder length medium brown hair.

Few though notice my face, their focus is always on my body. I’m a bit over average height, around 5’7”. I have a medium waist and a trim stomach (thank you so much Youth Gymnastics) and while my butt is not huge it is still sexy. It’s medium sized and nicely rounded. I have nice legs and thighs too. They’re not overly skinny, but they are not fat either.

However, none of those assets compare to my best feature. I’m not the only one who thinks it’s my best feature either. EVERYONE says it’s my best. That feature is my boobs. My boobs are not just big, or even large. They’re enormous. My cup size is 34J, and they are 100% natural. It does not make sense how big my boobs are.

It does not make sense because no one else in my family is even close to my size. My dad has three sisters. His oldest sister is a tiny 32A. His middle sister is a 40D and the youngest is a 36C. Between them they have four daughters. Two of them are 36B, one is a 34B and the last one is a 36D. My mom has one sister and she’s a 28C. Mom herself is just a 32C.

I have two sisters, Jennifer and Lucy. Neither of them are as big as me. My oldest sister Jennifer is a 36B and my older sister Lucy is a 36E. She’s the bustiest of my relatives and even she is nowhere close. It baffles the family, as no one is sure where my tits came from.

Let me just say one thing though. I don’t hate how big my boobs are. I love having huge breasts. I am quite proud of my prodigious chest. I have the biggest boobs in my family and I also have the biggest boobs in school.

There has not been a moment since I started growing my breasts that I have not had the biggest tits. They started growing quite early for me. My breasts started growing a little after I turned 10. At twelve I was already a C-cup. Can you imagine that, being in sixth grade and already having tits that big? By the time I entered high school at 14 I was an F-cup. They stopped growing when I reached sixteen. That’s when they reached their current size.

All because of my larger size boys at school have always wanted me. I have had the attention of every boy in school since sixth grade. It was in eighth grade when I first received my nickname. A group of boys in my class started jokingly referring to me as “Tits” because of my excessive size. Soon the name spread and just about everyone was calling me “Tits”. Yep, Lyndsey “Tits” Carlson.