I put my hands in front of me and I could feel my face go hot. Roxy looked down and giggled. “Do you have a bra for THAT?!” The lady chose not to answer but smiled as she measured her ribs below her tits carefully lifting each one to get the tape under them. Then she moved the tape higher on her back and pulled it across her gorgeous melons.
She took more notes and then wrapped the tape around her right breast, then the other. “Oh, my…” she mumbled, scribbling in her notepad. “Does macromasticity run in your family?” “Does what?” Roxy asked, puzzled. “Does your mother or other women in your family have large breasts?” “Oh! H’mm, not really. I guess I’m just different… but I think it’s because of Grandpa’s milk!” “Oh, really!” the lady looked at me suspiciously. “I have milk goats. They get goat’s milk when they come to visit…” I explained.
“Oh, is that right! I grew up on goat’s milk! But it unfortunatly didn’t have the same effect…” She glanced down at her own smallish bustline. She went to her computer and tapped away. “It will have to be a custom order but here are the styles we can offer…”the lady turned the computer monitor around which showed six different styles. “Ooo, those are nice…” Roxy took a closer look. “I like THAT one!” she pointed to a lacy push-up style. “Would you like one of those, Roxy?” I offered. “What?” she looked at it again.
“But, Grandpa, it’s WAY more than Mom would let me spend!” “No, not you, it’s a gift from me!” “But Grandpa,” she protested, “It’s $120! That’s too much!” “You just let me decide what’s too much, baby girl! If it makes you happy and it makes your Mom happy, its money well spent! Ma’am we’ll take one of these bras, please! How long will it take?” “It usually takes two weeks…” she began. “There’s another 20 in it for you if you make it one week, and another 20 to improve your vision!” I winked at her. “My vision?!” she feigned a puzzled look. “Why, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary…” she winked back.
We exited the store and Roxy skipped along beside me holding my hand. “Thank you, Grandpa! You’re the coolest Grandpa! I love you!” and she hugged my arm. “How about we head over there to Mc Donough’s and get an ice cream cone, baby girl?” “Goody!” she exclaimed cheerfully, skipping along. Her boobs danced on her chest! “But I need to PEE, real bad, Grandpa…” We entered the restaurant and headed for the restrooms. There was a line of women and girls waiting. “Oh, no, Grandpa,” Roxy whispered, “I really gotta GO!”
“OK, baby girl, come with me…” I led her into the Men’s and the women watched enviously as we went through the door. The only man in there was on the only toilet, leaving two empty urinals. “There you go!” I said, “Pee!” she smiled, pulled her shorts down below her almost hairless mound and approached the urinal. The toilet flushed as we both relieved ourselves. The man came out and said, “Woah! What the—Nice ass!” he went to the sink. “Thank you!” Roxy replied. We finished our business and smiled at each other. We walked out and there was still a line of women. “The Men’s is empty! Go and use it!” I announced. About four women and girls went in. “If you can pee standing up, like me, you can use the urinal!” Roxy added proudly and she laughed.
We went and stood in line for our ice cream. All male eyes were on Roxy’s body. “Grandpa…” she whispered to me, “all the guys are looking at me funny!” “I TOLD you, you were HOT, baby girl! Now, don’t stare, but watch their cocks!” Sure enough, on cue, you could see bulges forming in pants and shorts. Guys got fidgety trying to serrupticiously adjust their ‘packages’ as they grew. Roxy giggled and blushed at the spectacle. She turned to one father and started bouncing on the balls of her feet.
This, of course, transmitted to her boobs and the man’s jaw dropped, practically drooling. Roxy laughed. He looked up at me embarrassed and looked away. She then targeted a couple of young men behind us. She bent down from the waist to ‘tie her shoe’ revealling to them her wet see-through crotch. One of them quickly raised his cell phone for a picture. She stood up, giggling. “OK, miss exhibitionist! Settle down!” I whispered and put my hand on her shoulder. We got our ice-cream and walked back to the car.
“Grandpa…” a though obviously suddenly occupied Roxy’s mind, “Why do guys get boners when they look at girls’ boobs?” ‘whoo boy!’ I thought to myself, ‘here we go again…’
“H’mm, good question, baby girl! I guess it’s just the way we’re “wired”- kinda like an instinct.” “What’s an ‘instict’?” “Well, you know when you hear a big loud bang or noise most people duck down or crouch. That’s an instinct because the cavemen that DIDN’T duck got eaten by the dinosaur. So now the only people alive today are descendants of the ‘duckers’. It’s the same with boobies. The cavemen that liked big boobs made babies with the big boobed cave women. The babies lived because they had lots of milk. The cavemen that liked tiny tits made babies with tiny titted cave women and the babies died because there was no milk. So now the world is full of men that instinctively love big tits and that instinct tells them to FUCK . So they get a boner even if they don’t want to!”
“H,mm…” she pondered the information. “So I guess that’s why my pussy gets wet when I see Hermie, huh? Instinct? It helps you get your boner into me so I can make babies with wet pussies?” I laughed. “Yeah, pretty much, baby girl!” I hugged her shoulder. “So, looking at Hermie makes you wet, huh?”
“Yeah, pretty much, Grandpa!” She looked up at me and smiled.
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