The day I met Sissykins (XXX)
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I'm closing my eyes, this is too much to take. I feel that I'm going to explode any second now. Saliva is dripping down my chin, on my pink negligee. But I keep licking, no, slurping away on the gigantic breast that are dangling in front of me. The hand on my thick diapers is pressing the layers closer to my crotch. I'm fondling my huge bra with one hand, the other pushing the big black dildo between the cheeks of the heavenly creature in front of me. I wish this moment could last forever.


Flashback. This all started with an email from one Sissykins. She was interested in buying one or two of my specially designed bra's. My shop, ISizeable Strength, specializes in handmade bra's for women who can't get what they want in normal lingerie stores. Sizeable Strenght, as the name suggests, makes bra's for size F and up. I use a special, patented fabric that is both soft and easy to handle, but extremely strong. It gives the comfort and support these women need, but looks great too. They're expensive, but last a lifetime. And because of the easy to handle fabric, I can make virtually every design you can think of.
When I was a kid, I was surrounded by women with very big tits. My mother and three sisters all had DD and E-cups, but my aunt, my mother's youngest sister, had a staggering FFF-cup. Women who have enormous breasts, usually try to hide them because they don't want to provoke comments. My aunt Stephanie did the opposite – she emphasized her bra size by wearing tigh fitting, revealing clothes . My mother and sisters weren't exactly hiding their tits either, but Stephanie encouraged them to show more cleavage, and taught them great comebacks if men made lewd comments. You should've seen us all at the beach, with me and my dad wearing big grins when our girls took off their clothes to reveal their bathing suits.


Stephanie was also the one who, shall we say, deflowered me. I was 15, and staying with her in her appartment in the city. I'd always loved her dress sense, but my jaw dropped when one afternoon she came out of her boudoir wearing nothing but a g-string, black stockings and garters, stilletto heels and a drop of Chanel no. 5. Her gigantic tits dangled freely, her big nipples very erect. She didn't seem to mind me ogling her body – 'remember, I'm your auntie', she said with a vicious smile. She asked me to come into her bedroom, because she needed my help putting on a bra. She usually wore front-closers, but this very sexy, very big black number closed on the back. I stood behind her, while she put it over her breasts. 'Now, grab the straps, will you?' My hands shot forward, and then up. A little too close to her body, because with my left hand I got hold her breast, instead of the bra. 'Hmmm, that feels good, been a long time since a man grabbed me there', she whispered. Then she took my other hand, and lay it on her other tit. 'Now squeeze them', was all she said. The big fleshy globes felt great, I must admit that I sometimes had fantasized about my sisters when I'd caught them naked or half-naked in the bathroom. Now, my fantasies came true. I massaged both tits, squeezed the nipples and felt their weight. Stephanie moaned. Then she turned around, and guided my mouth to her nipples. 'Suck them baby', she ordered. To cut a long story short, that was not all I, or she, sucked that afternoon. I came screaming between her tits, while she had her finger up my ass. This was the start of many afternoons with me exploring her breasts, and she jerking me off. I never ****** her, because 'that would be very strange', Stephanie said. A cousin licking his aunts tits sure seemed weird behaviour too, but I never questioned that. I enjoyed it way too much.


Being around big-titted women I also learned that they had always trouble finding the right bra. It was always too small, leaving deep red marks on their shoulders and breasts. After college, I got a job as a salesman for a company that made very strong, but very soft fabrics for industrial use. Sails, covers for cars, that sort of thing. They also made mannequin dolls, and one day when I was in the factory, I saw Marilyn. That was the name of the extraordinary doll some workers made, with enormous breasts. They'd also made some sort of bra for her, which gave me an idea. I experimented with some of the fabrics at home, and asked my sisters to try out my bras. They loved the feeling and the support, and my oldest sister Vanessa designed some of the bras I still have in my collection. With my family (even Stephanie, for whom I made a very sexy black half cup bra, so that her nipples were easy to acces) (ofcourse, I tried that out) being enthousiastic, I quit my job and became a lingerie maker, specializing in big sizes. When a very famous actress, a friend of Stephanie's who sported big silicone E-cup tits, said some nice things about Sizeablel Strength on a tv show, the orders pouring in. I celebrated this success with Stephanie and her acting friend Danielle, me slobbering champagne from their enormous tits. While I ****** Danielle and had my head buried in her titflesh, Stephanie suddenly pressed her tits on my back and slid a giant dildo between my buttcheeks. Danielle pinched my nipples, and screamed: **** me, *****! I was so aroused, this all felt so deliciously deviant. I remembered my three sisters sitting in the bedroom I shared with my youngest sister, wearing sheer babydolls and talking about the things they did with their boyfriends. They didn't seem to mind I was there, and when they got older, the sex got kinkier. One sister loved wearing latex getups, even modelled them to us all. Another had a relation with an older man with a nylon fetish, which meant she got a big collection of stockings and catsuits. Handcuffs, strap-ons and other sex toys were common. At night, I jerked off thinking back about their stories. To prevent any accidents, I'd put a big terry towel between my legs. Most of the time I fell asleep with the towel still in my pyjama pants, giving me a snug, baby feeling.


Business was good – I could hire staff to make the bra's, and meet customers. I made housecalls to rich, bored trophy wives of businessmen, with giant silicone tits. In my store, I met with older, matronlike women with sagging breasts who wanted better support. I had my sisters and Stephanie who could try bra's for size and comfort, but for bigger sizes I relied on silicone tits I had bought. When a client had ordered a bra for a G-cup, I wore the bra myself with the silicone tits, to see if it fit right. The weight always surprised me, and it did look odd in the mirror. Once, I dressed up in stockings and panties, and wore a wig. Then Stephanie entered the room all of a sudden, smiling. 'You look beautiful honey', she said, walking towards me and fondling my giant tits. It felt both great and weird, I blushed heavily.
Then I got this email from Sissykins, a friend of Danielle's who wanted to buy some bras. Danielle had a mysterious smile on her lips when I told her about the email. 'She will be a challenge', was all Danielle said. Sissykins lived in a big  PersonName>ian mansion in the country, I remembered being very impressed when I saw the house laying on top of hill. In front of the house, there was a Bentley parked. The odd thing: the car was babypink. I was welcomed by a French maid in a very short skirt that showed her stocking tops and garters. Two DD-tits were straining the fabric of her dress. When she walked in front of me to lead me into the main room, I saw her silky white panties peek from under the dress.



I felt a nice tingle in my crotch, but that was nothing when I entered the main room and say Sissykins lying a big fat red sofa. She wore white stilletto heels, white stockings, and a white, lacy dress. Under that dress were the biggest tits I had ever seen. H-cup, maybe bigger. She beamed from under her blonde hair, and asked me to sit next to her on the sofa. I was transfixed by those gigantic tits, who stood firm from under her dress. When I came closer, I could make out the dark areolas and nipples. 'Now, as you can see I have very, very big boobs', Sissykins said in a hoarse, lolitalike voice. 'I have so much trouble finding the right bra, but Danielle told me you could help me. '
'What is your bra size?' I asked
'36 K', she said.
'Unbelievable.'
'Could you make me a bra?'
'Ofcourse. Could you stand up, so that I can measure you?'
Sissykins rose, and stood next to me. I saw an odd bulge under her skirt, like she was wearing a lot of panties…wait a minute: Sissykins was wearing a diaper!
'Oooh, I think I need to change. Why don't you come up to my bedroom, you can measure me there.'
I followed Sissykins up the stairs, with her stockinged long legs and her diapered bottom swinging in front of me. Her bedroom was like a pink lace bomb went off: you couldn't make it girlier and sissylike. I was right behind her when she suddenly turned around, and bumped into her massive boobs. They felt different then the silicone tits of the bored trophy wives, more like…. I looked up to Sissykins fiery red lips and blue Bambi-eyes. 'Would you mind waiting here for a second?'she asked gently. I sat on the queensized bed with pink sheets, while Sissykins walked to a room with a sign that said Nursery. Next to the bed was some kind of restraint, when I looked closer I saw the gag was shaped like a penis. This was a very interesting day. After a few minutes, she returned. Wearing nothing but a enourmous white bra, white stockings and a big fat diaper. She stood right in front of me, her tits touching my nose. I felt like I was hypnotised. I slowly brought up my hands, and touched the bra. Then I pressed. Yes, silicone tits. Sissykins smiled. 'You like them?' I nodded. 'You can touch them some more, i fyou like.'


I stood up, and squeezed the tits with both my hands. This felt like my own tits, but differently. Then, with one hand I touched Sissykins' diaper. It was a thick one, but when I pressed, I could feel a bulge. Sissykins smiled. I smiled. Then I opened my mouth, and gave her a long French kiss. Through my eyelashes, I saw someone entering the room. It was the maid, who started to undress me, as I was kissing Sissykins. When I was naked, she lead me into the nursery, and told me to lay on the changing table. She put me in three thick diapers, and handed me a bra that I had brought. A G-cup bra. She filled the cups with silicone tits, and gave me a white negligee to wear. With black stockings on my legs, I entered the bedroom again. Sissykins gasped. I moved over to the bed, and then we started making love. We rubbed our tits against each other, our diapers. We kissed, we sucked, whe stroked. The maid was making pictures. This all felt so unbelievably deviant, but good. Very good.
Then the maid handed me a big black dildo. Sissykins lowered her diaper. I looked into her eyes, and knew I'd found my true love. The bra's I'd make for my Sissykins, would be my masterpieces.
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Andreea
Eloquently written, though far too strong for poor me ...       Could do with the text being broken up a bit (There are paragraphs, but lines between them might make it slightly easier on the eyes). Your style is very lucid, though ... even if does make me blush.  
"When you adopt the standards and the values of someone else or a community or a pressure group, you surrender your own integrity. You become, to the extent of your surrender, less of a human being." (Eleanor Roosevelt)
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dikzacht
Merci! Will adjust a little.
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liljade
Omg please do more....
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dikzacht
i will, liljade, i heard some great stories from suzie sissykins, very inspiring.
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Bweasts beat bottles any day!
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bigbabysissy31
pwease can u continue da stowy?
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