My BE fantasies, family and boyfriends

CK asked me if I have ever spoken to my family about my BE fantasies and such, and if I've ever shared my fantasies with boyfriends...excellent question.

First, I come from a rather large family, 2 older brothers, 2 older sister, a younger brother (22) and a younger sister (25). I am much closer to my younger siblings, especially my sister. I have shared my fantasy with both my younger siblings, though only in a manner of passing with my brother who thought I was a bigger freak after telling him...so he knows but I never talk to him about it anymore. My sister however has actually read a majority of my stories, both the ones I have shared online and my more private ones I haven't posted yet. She was very supportive when I pursued my first breast enlargement surgery (though everyone said, "You're big enough! Why do this to yourself?")...she knew why. Being a seamstress (the only one in the family having skill in such), she has actually made me some just-for-fun outfits, like super XXXL hefty woman-size and an actual inflateable gown which I used to dress up in for Halloween years ago...before I popped it. Though I already have my custom-made brassieres done from someone else (actually a friend of my mom's), my sister has a drawn-up design for a "super bra" for me in which she has jokingly said, "This is the design and bra you will need when you attain your true fantasy bust-size."

I have shared or tried to share my fantasy with only a few boyfriends in the past. I have found though that sometimes its better not to speak too soon...or surprise the guy in the aforementioned inflateable gown. The first guy I shared my fantasies with, he liked my stories, ctually turned him on...and, whoo, did it! But, believe it or not, he actually broke up with me because I was "too big" for him, ie, he was intimidated by the fact I had big boobs for some reason...I saw him next with this skinny little, flat-chested supermodel-like girl. Whatever. The 2nd guy I surprised after a few months of dating with the inflateable gown. I recall being maybe a little too adamant about wearing it around the apartment all weekend, and, well, it kind of freaked him out and I never heard from him again. (A few weeks I'd try to overinflate myself and burst it.)

I did date a guy for awhile after he won a story contest I offered on an old website. Pumpdog was his online and author name. Unfortunately, he turned out to more a DOG, ie, a big jerk, and I dumped him...which led to some online issues that still haunt me once in a while.