Five-Second Sighting cut short-Failed Moment (and grief)

[AntonioRosa]

Yesterday I saw the biggest pair of tits I've personally seen in ten years. Unfortunately, it was just as I was being hurried along by my girlfriend's dad (we were driving out of a car wash). I couldn't stop to look longer, as our car was driving away and I couldn't think of a way to stop him and make us stay longer. No pics, sadly. But I shall tell you what I saw in those five glorious seconds.

She was about 5'4, caucasian with light brown hair, wearing a denim skirt, kind of fuller legs and hips but not what I'd call fat. Her breasts, practically bursting through the threads of her top, extended from her armpits all the way down to her navel. She turned to her side, and her tits projected over a foot in front of her body. Without any doubt, one of the most sublime things I have ever seen in my entire life. And all natural too - she had a plain, unassuming "mom" look about her, except with this chest that was downright otherworldly. There was a man with her and two kids.

I remember also being surprised by the instant physiological responses happening in my own body: Increased heartbeat, eyes widening, feeling very strong and alive for the moment, but also feeling weak at the same time, and feeling excited and at the same time nervous and maybe even in a state of shock, all at once. Ever felt this?

As I said, I couldn't get a pic. But I'm attaching a pic of someone with almost an identical build, just to give you an idea.

You may have heard of the stages of grief Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote about in her book "On Death and Dying". They are Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.

I think I felt them in these ways:
Denial: My eyes initially had trouble understanding and believing that I was actually seeing breasts as large as they were.
Anger: Angry that I couldn't do something about it.
Bargaining: I was thinking about telling my girlfriend's dad I'm just going to jump right out of his car, just for a chance to see her again.
Depression: MAJOR: I had an ache in my stomach the rest of the day, thinking about how she got away.
Acceptance: I am not at acceptance yet, but know one day I will have to be.

Can any of you relate to what I'm saying? The profound whirlwind that moves through the brain and body of a boobhound in such moments? I'd like to hear anything you can chime in about that. Or just add your note of sympathy to me because the whole experience saddened me more than it cheered me up!

This is NOT the woman I saw, but VERY similar. (You've probably seen this attachment before - it was a candid someone snapped and put online years ago and nobody seems to know anything else about her):

 

[LevelHeaded]

nice capture man, i hope your gf is almost as busty as her.

ive never had a gf that didnt have atleast a dd cup

 

[AntonioRosa]

nice capture man

Actually, that pic is of a similar-sized woman. Unfortunately I wasn't able to snap a pic of yesterday's sighting (there wasn't enough time).

i hope your gf is almost as busty as her.

Oh gawd no. That has been a problem actually - my girlfriend of eight years has shrunk from a full D down to a C over time. I'm a little saddened by that fact but don't have the heart to tell her how I feel (she has a lot of other admirable traits).

 

[ucla77]

I remember also being surprised by the instant physiological responses happening in my own body: Increased heartbeat, eyes widening, feeling very strong and alive for the moment, but also feeling weak at the same time, and feeling excited and at the same time nervous and maybe even in a state of shock, all at once. Ever felt this?

Most definitely, yes! Most recently, about a month ago. My girl was similar height and build, with about an I/J cup. I felt EVERYTHING you mentioned there. My ending was much different though. I got to talk to her for a good minute and a half and she was a doll. Unfortunately, she appeared to be spoken for.

I've found that people are often creatures of habit... maybe you should frequent that carwash some more times on your own... you never know!

 

[AntonioRosa]

I remember also being surprised by the instant physiological responses happening in my own body: Increased heartbeat, eyes widening, feeling very strong and alive for the moment, but also feeling weak at the same time, and feeling excited and at the same time nervous and maybe even in a state of shock, all at once. Ever felt this?

I felt EVERYTHING you mentioned there.

Oh good, I'm not the only one.

Unfortunately, she appeared to be spoken for.

Yeah, it would have only been a surprise if she weren't. Even if we boobhounds are the minority of the population, there are enough around to snag these rare women who are an I-cup and beyond.

I've found that people are often creatures of habit... maybe you should frequent that carwash some more times on your own... you never know!

Haha, I thought about it! If only I had more free time.

 

[grasbo]

I mentioned in a thread ages ago when I saw a true gigantomastia young lady ambling towards me in the street.I went into the symptoms you describe.

 

[jjpeters]

I feel your pain mate. I invariably go into shock mode for a few seconds when suddenly in the vicinity of huge breasts. It takes extreme self control not to panic!
Recent incidents .....
A week ago, walking up a steep hill North London, hot sunny Sunday afternoon. Two late teenage girls, walking downhill pass me, one stick thin, her friend short, white, pretty, hugely oversized breasts swaying and jostling in a tshirt, both deep in conversation as they pass me by. Impossible to say or do anything. Just enjoyed the view. Cup size? At least K.

A year ago, massive breasted black woman spotted entering supermarket. Forties, tallish, ridiculously huge bust, wearing jogging pants and top. Followed her in, and managed to stand behind her as we queued at the checkout. Struck up conversation about nothing in particular, we chatted for a minute - her tits were so ridiculously huge I had a boner the whole time and was worried she would notice. She got served, said goodbye and left. Damn. Cup size? Must have been L or M , biggest I ever saw. I felt a sense of loss and despair for days after, missing out on a chance to squeeze and suck those monsters.

 

[AntonioRosa]

North London, hot sunny Sunday afternoon. Two late teenage girls, walking downhill pass me, one stick thin, her friend short, white, pretty, hugely oversized breasts swaying and jostling in a tshirt, both deep in conversation

Sounds like a heavenly vision! The irony is that the the short huge-breasted girl would probably rather look like her tall thin friend, but that thinking is of course deluded. I envy your access to London, which a model named Toni Kessering once called the huge-boob capital of the world. I have only visited northern England - Cumbria. While the landscape is beautiful, there are more sheep than people up there.

massive breasted black woman spotted entering supermarket. Forties, tallish, ridiculously huge bust, wearing jogging pants and top.

Sounds divine. Good job at least striking up conversation - I usually don't get that far due to my breast-shock paralysis.

 

[jjpeters]

North London, hot sunny Sunday afternoon. Two late teenage girls, walking downhill pass me, one stick thin, her friend short, white, pretty, hugely oversized breasts swaying and jostling in a tshirt, both deep in conversation

Sounds like a heavenly vision! The irony is that the the short huge-breasted girl would probably rather look like her tall thin friend, but that thinking is of course deluded. I envy your access to London, which a model named Toni Kessering once called the huge-boob capital of the world.

Ha ha yes I remember Big Toni from pre-internet mags ... she might have been onto something there. I moved to London 20 years ago, my first girlfriend was a young-ish Nigerian woman - who, as it turned out, was mainly after a British passport and money more than anything else. But she had what I wanted more than anything else, namely a pair of huge 36J cups, accentuated by a tiny waist, cute face too. Plus - no lie - she had a young daughter of 3 who she had breastfed up until about a year before, and upon me telling her about my fixation for huge lactating breasts, she was quite happy for us to have regular nursing sessions, me resting my head in her lap, sucking and worshipping, sometimes to sleep with no sex, sometimes she would stroke me to orgasm as she nursed me. But like I said, she was after more material things than that, I remember having to be generous financially with her and also buying her lots of bras from a big-,cups specialist shop in central London (Bravissimo). Actually quite enjoyed that, but expensive at £35 each.
Anyway ....she used to curse "big boobs London" , claiming there were hormones in the water that had made her so huge and "spoiling" her previously slender figure. I didn't care, I just enjoyed a few months of my fantasies fulfilled - sucking milk from beautifully oversized African udders.

 

[AntonioRosa]

she used to curse "big boobs London" , claiming there were hormones in the water that had made her so huge

Ah, I knew it! Benny Hill used to say there's something in the Thames. Great story.

 

[Watermeloncholy Hunter]

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Can any of you relate to what I'm saying? The profound whirlwind that moves through the brain and body of a boobhound in such moments? I'd like to hear anything you can chime in about that. Or just add your note of sympathy to me because the whole experience saddened me more than it cheered me up!

Yeah, I've experienced this shit BUT only with well endowed women. It's clearly not the so-called fight or flight response - I haven't wanted to beat them up and I sure as hell didn't want to run away from them. Quite the opposite, in fact. But I believe time stops or slows down for you because also often when the moment passes, she's gone (and you have to collect yourself together and figure where she went).

Perhaps it's one of those biological phenomena where, if your presence induces the same effect in her then, you're both held there, arrested by your hormones, sexually susceptible to each other's charms and primed to mate. BUT if it's not a mutual effect then it allows the unaffected party the chance to escape as the discombobulated party is left momentarily in that fugue state, where they can walk into lamp posts, fumble over stuff that they are doing, trip over themselves while gawking.

Spit And Polish ​

So I've gone to the UK for Wimbledon, managed to ghost my hosts for the morning and end up in this kinda Neo-Gothic Sports Mansion called Lillywhites. As Lady Luck and Miss Fortune would conspire, this cracker from Krakow ambles in just AFTER I'm done.

My jaffa orange juice jets out my jaw and my purchase crashes to the floor. I try to play it off as a bout of hiccups but it's safe to say that when the liquid contents of your pie hole end up being involuntarily projected in the direction of the object of your erections, she just might know what's up - pun intended.

I end up tracking her down to the elevator (no way she's climbing six flights of stairs if she can help it). She has that non-hostile "here we go again" look on her face and becomes engrossed in the junior boys sports sock stand while waiting for the elevator to arrive; which means she gets to turn her back on me without making any accusation of "I know why you're here". The thing is I can STILL see some of her bust. LOL.

Elevator doors open and it's just me and her. Me and her. The doors are closing. It's so me and her that the subconscious simp in me is already fantasising about getting stuck in the elevator for life with her (hell I'll push the emergency stop button myself) and, incidentally, how justified it is for maintenance workers' unions to go on strike all year round. They don't get enough respect. And neither it seems, do my dreams - as an old American woman makes a record breaking sprint for the doors (against time and all health and safety principles). Followed by her doddering spouse.

It's cool though because, it's a long slow ride and after staring at her and politely making space for her extra passengers, they start making small talk about where everybody is from to deflect from the awkwardness. And no prizes for guessing that mega melons is an Anglo-Pole! But I'm too caught up in the moment to do more than try and surreptitiously hold up my phone slack jawed.

 

[ucla77]

Re: Spit and Polish

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So I've gone to the UK for Wimbledon, managed to ghost my hosts for the morning and end up in this kinda NeoGothic Sports Mansion called Lillywhites.<br/>
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As Lady Luck and Miss Fortune would conspire, this cracker from Krakow ambles in just AFTER I'm done. My jaffa orange juice jets out my jaw and my purchase crashes to the floor. I try to play it off as a bout of hiccups but it's safe to say that when the liquid contents of your pie hole end up being involuntarily projected in the direction of the object of your erections, she just might know what's up - pun intended. <br/>
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I end up tracking her down to the elevator (no way she's climbing six flights of stairs if she can help it) She has that non hostile "here we go again" look on her face and becomes engrossed in the junior boys sports sock stand while waiting for the elevator to arrive; which means she gets to turn her back on me without making any accusation of "I know why you're here". The thing is I can STILL see some of her bust. LOL. <br/>
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Elevator doors open and its just me and her. Me and her. The doors are closing. It's so me and her that my subconscious is already fantasising about getting stuck in the elevator for life with her (hell I'll push the emergency stop â›” button myself) and incidentally how justified it is for maintenance workers' unions to go on strike all year round. They don't get enough respect. And neither it seems, do my dreams - as an old American woman makes a record breaking sprint for the doors (against time and all health and safety principles). Followed by her doddering spouse. <br/>
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It's cool though because, it's a long slow ride and after staring at her and politely making space for her extra passengers, they start making small talk about where everybody is from to deflect from the awkwardness. And no prizes for guessing that mega melons is an Anglo-Pole! But I'm too caught up in the moment to do more than try and surreptitiously hold up my phone slack jawed.<e>

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WOW! <E>:shock:</E></r>

 

[ucla77]

Perhaps it's one of those biological phenomena where, if your presence induces the same effect in her then, you're both held there, arrested by your hormones, sexually susceptible to each other's charms and primed to mate.

It's funny. I got this feeling when I ran into that girl in my neighborhood last month. I was at my mailbox, turned my head a little and we kind of made eye contact and we walked towards each other. I tried as much as I could to look straight into her eyes. She was very friendly. My heart really was racing, but I managed to stay pretty calm. I only can hope I run into her again sometime soon.

 

[MrBoobieMan03]

Hey Tonio,

We've all been there, man *pats on shoulder*. Having to catch the city bus for the past 2 years, I've seen my fair share of disappointments. The ones that "got away".

Can make a grown man cry lol.

 

[AntonioRosa]

mega melons is an Anglo-Pole!

Both England and Poland keep rising to the top when large busts are comparatively studied across countries. Good job finding someone who was the breast of both worlds!

we kind of made eye contact and we walked towards each other. I tried as much as I could to look straight into her eyes. She was very friendly. My heart really was racing, but I managed to stay pretty calm.

Your story is much happier than mine. You have hope of seeing her again!

Hey Tonio, We've all been there, man *pats on shoulder*. Having to catch the city bus for the past 2 years, I've seen my fair share of disappointments. The ones that "got away".

Thanks fam. It's those moments that will probably compel me to start wearing Google Glass (or something hopefully much less noticeable) and just start recording every damn second of my entire life.

 

[Watermeloncholy Hunter]

mega melons is an Anglo-Pole!

Both England and Poland keep rising to the top when large busts are comparatively studied across countries. Good job finding someone who was the breast of both worlds!

Those studies are never comprehensive enough for my liking. They tend to focus on certain countries in Europe (invariably G8 representatives and Western Europe) and I've never seen one that has legitimately taken Bulgaria and/or Romania into consideration. I could go on.

BTW she was "pureblood". Anglo-Pole by naturalisation and marriage, her wedding finger was struck with more ice than the Titanic. I'm not a "scientist" but I believe an Anglo-Pole hybrid, carrying dominant breast genes from both families, would be the kind of monstrosity that makes Frankenstein's creations look sympathetic. Her nipples would probably require their own bras. But not only would I want such an abomination to "be there on my wedding night", I'd be banking on it so I could switch brides.

Incidentally, a lot of Polish immigrants ended up in your neck of the woods. Not as many as Chicago but enough to get me asking you if your sighting had that stereotypical Polski mug. You said that she was caucasian.

 

[AntonioRosa]

me asking you if your sighting had that stereotypical Polski mug. You said that she was caucasian.

I'm not good at connecting facial appearances to country of origin, but the lady I saw looked a lot like this in the face:

 

[Jambalaya]

This is a great thread because it perfectly captures the apparently unique state of mind among guys like us who love women with truly huge breasts. When "normal" people refer to a woman with "big boobs," they're talking about gals I would consider almost flat-chested.

Someone said that we are attracted to women who are so exceptionally rare that they would not wish our desires on anyone. It's so true. I think about my own sightings that affected me like the one you mention,antoniorosa, and know exactly how you feel. My own all-time greatest took place in May 1999. She was blonde, maybe 5'6", thin, probably 18 or 19, and had a chest like Annie Keenan. I still, to this day, think about her at times and go, "By now she's be in her late 30s. Is she still in this state? Did she ever get married? Is she happy?"

I almost want to see her again just to tell her how deep her beauty affected me. Seeing her was one of the most impactful events of my life.

Women like you describe touch something within us that, preposterous as it would sound to an "outsider" of normal taste in women verges on the actually magical or divine. They embody a perfection we've imagined and longed for all our lives. To see them, and then to lose them, is to be haunted by them forever.

 

[Boobn8tor]

Yes Antoniorosa, A little over a month ago I was at a nearby neighborhood AT&T Phone Store. These are ever expanding here in So. Cal and are becoming more like visual experiences with Screen TV's and stuff now. Anything to sell you any kind of service now right? Lol

Anyways, I was about to leave and I saw this like middle aged brunette light skinned latina also about 5'4 to 5'5 walking in solo wearing mostly black, as these busty ladies often do, with like a rock n' roll star or concert type of black and blue t shirt with black overcoat and black pants and definitely like trying to conceal or camoflauge her huge chest. However, being a 'boob man' I could quickly see that even in a bra those things hung down to her waist level.

After getting over my initial surprise and 'did I really see what I just thought I just saw?... I thawt I thaw a booby cat' 'Denial' thing I composed myself and said that I would not be too obvious and follow her around to the back kiosks where she went to make her payment. Instead I decided to hang around the front walkway lobby and door and pretend to look at my phone and make a call or something.

I then prepared my camera so when she came back I could at least get a brief video of her. Within like 10 minutes she returned and I managed to say 'hello' briefly as she turned the corner and out the door and caught like 10 seconds of her walking by and she even waved. I know this is not a great video. However, for me it just serves as a memory delved into my consciousness and proof that I did have a quick flash of this beautiful busty lady who while not the prettiest is very close to my dream woman. Chances are I will never see her again so I can relate to the 'Resentment' part a little bit.

Even though I never felt any 'Anger' or 'Bargaining' I did feel a bit of 'Depression' for a day or two afterwards and have 'Acceptance' about the issue especially since she's probably already taken. So I did write a a few lyrics or poetry as a form of personal therapy and to release these thoughts which I originally had. I know this is kind of poor quality since I did not have time nor the best camera equipment but below is the short video and just one of the screen caps which I copied and saved to my PC for proof of what I am relating to you.

 

[Decsilencio]

EDIT: Sighting story. I had forgotten about this, but reading through it, it felt a little too detailed - in terms of being recognized either by involved people or someone else. Might already have been too late (not that I know of though).