I had an old sleepaway camp friend who I “dated”. Nothing happened of course at the time.
But we kept in touch for years and I finally planned a trip to see her again during the winter break of my freshman year of college. I’d been 18 for a few months and she was just turning 18 at the time.
I remember arriving at the airport, literally sick from the stress of finals week, and nervous out of my mind to see her. She and her mom were waiting for me near the airport exit, and while I certainly recognized her, my awkward 18 year old was not prepared for the sight in front of me. Her boobs had grown to an extremely large size, dominating her figure even though the sweater she was wearing, like twin balloons stuffed underneath. They pressed against my chest as we hugged.
It was clear she took after her mom that way, and I shared an awkward moment with the older woman when I glanced at her chest and she quickly adjusted her top to minimize the cleavage. She didn’t seem to mind. She actually thanked me for visiting – apparently her daughter was very shy, very timid, still very much a shut-in, and her mom was grateful that I could “get her out of the house”.
The problem was that it was freezing outside in Missisauga, so we ended up inside regardless, watching a movie in the suburban living room. The two of them lived alone and the house was small – just two bedrooms. She offered to sleep in her mom’s room and give me her twin sized bed for the nights I was there.
But I couldn’t sleep. Not just because the heating system was making so much noise, but because I was still completely stunned by her figure. My imagination was going crazy. I wanted to know what she looked like naked. I wanted to know her bra size.
By 2 AM, I was still wide awake. I wanted to masturbate but felt guilty doing it in her bed. But then a crazier idea began to take shape.
Soon my heart was pounding thinking about it, but I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I walked over to the door and locked it closed, just in case.
Then i moved over to her dresser. It didn’t take long to find the drawer with her underwear. I couldn’t help but notice how small her panties were, but over to the left were three bras and the cups were enormous.
I picked up one of them, fumbling around looking for the tag, and finally found what I was looking for – 36H.
By now I was feeling a little bit gross and filthy and I decided it was time to put the bra back as carefully as I could. But through the lace of the underwear stacked below, I couldn’t help but notice something else – a very unique looking material. A flesh colored rubber surface with the profile of a vein curving across it. Immediate I knew it was a dildo, but as I moved her panties out of the way to get a better look, I was completely taken aback as it became clear that the dildo was…enormous.
By the time I cleared everything out of its way, It was clear that the thing was somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 inches long, and was as thick as my wrist for its entire length.
I never asked any questions obviously. And nothing ever happened between us. But to this day I know something special about her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5a7sa1/mf_my_old_sleepaway_camp_girlfriend_mightve_grown
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