CO-ED Gigantomastia Support Group

Emily had been planning this thing for what felt like forever. She’d rewritten that note so many times her trash can was full of crumpled paper, and even when she finally got it right it still sounded kinda weird. Just a simple message about understanding the stares and the pain and how maybe talking to other girls who got it would help.

The note was simple, it was sympathetic and compassionate, an invitation. Emily had 34NN breasts, she was looking for a sense of community, other girls with gigantomastia to befriend, share their journey, share their feelings, express their emotion and feel a connection to other girls with the same condition without judgement.

She had seen other girls around the college campus with seemingly similar sized breasts, breasts that went beyond being busty, beyond well endowed, these were girls with giant breasts. With the notes neatly folded, she approached multiple girls through her week at college, discreetly handing them the folded sheet, each time she didn’t turn to see a reaction if the note was read, she just continued on her way as if nothing hand happened.

Maybe nothing would happen, would any of the accept her invitation? Emily wondered if she had wasted her time, would anyone even show up to this meeting, would she be confronted by these girls if she every crossed their paths again. Seeds of doubt began to take root in Emily’s mind.

Monday night she got to the private reading room early, dragging those plastic chairs into a circle by herself, her heart skipped a beat every time she heard footsteps or a near by door being closed, she prepared for humiliation.

But they showed up. Sophia first, all tall and quiet, then Mia with those wild curls and this nervous little smile. Ava came next, looking around like she wasn’t sure she was in the right place, followed by Isabella who kept her arms crossed tight. Rachel was last, and she looked ready to bolt any second. They all just sat there for a minute, nobody really talking, just kinda sizing each other up.

Emily cleared her throat, feeling her face get hot. “Hey, um, thanks for coming. I’m Emily. I just thought... maybe it’d be good to talk to people who actually understand, you know? No judgment or anything, just sharing what it’s really like.” She rubbed her palms on her jeans. “Kinda like those meetings where people talk about their problems, except ours are literally stuck to us.”

Emily continued, “I have 34NN breasts, they aren’t just big, they a massive, it feels like they are my whole identity, people don’t look me in the eye when we meet, they stare at these giant bags of flesh stuck to my chest”. She glanced vulnerably around the group, each face showing the look of sympathy and under standing.

“I gave each of you the invitation for tonight because I saw you as someone who might relate to me, someone who maybe doesn’t have a friend who knows how it feels to have such huge breasts, and maybe we could be a sort of community”

Emily had rehearsed the next part again an again in her mind building up to tonight, wondering whether she should go through with this part or not, it felt like the ultimate step, not just a outpouring of feeling but a physical reveal, the ultimate display of safety and openness.

To take off her shirt and bra in front of the assembled group of strangers.