From Shoulder Pads Fun to Budget Padding Calamity

(Don't start if you can't sustain a long read) I remember her. My aunt, indeed my cousin, but all cousins are called auntie or brother in the homestead I grew up in. I remember her today and especially for the size of her bra. Even as impressionable as a nine-year old, my aunt's frontal statistic was the most variable of the figures. The others stay the same but the size of her bra varied with the newest object caught by her. While we were growing up and I was like eight or nine she would most likely have been a fifteen year old at best. For her body size, my best bet would be that she was a 32B at that time. But we sometime see her suddenly appearing 34C and sometimes 36C.

The bigger boys around the homestead were less helpful than us little children. The bigger male cousins, if asked, would gawk at those melons and the contours. But we were young and couldn't tell. We only assisted to confirm the tits were big enough and that they were bigger today than yesterday. She could ask us to witness how the frontal statistics were enhanced and whether it was better if enhanced right on the cup or by the sides. Don't mind that three years later we too had grown and now realized we had been "brutally" exposed to what might turn us into the famed "ehonno" further down the line in our teenage years. Let's cut the intro short from this point.