“You know they don’t talk, right?” I smiled at the teenager behind the counter at the movie theatre desk.

“Sorry,” the young smiled as he gave me my ticket stub.

“You didn’t have to embarrass the guy,” Katy said as we walked into the movie theatre.

“He was embarrassing himself by staring,” I replied.

Katy didn’t know what it was like to be heavy-chested; the moment her chest got big, she went straight to the doctor and got them reduced; she was eighteen.

If she had been me, they would have been double their size. Poor Katy had D’s and decided they were too big for her petite frame. I was that size before entering high school.

“That’s why I am glad Mike doesn’t like big ones,” Katy shrugged.

Mike didn’t like big ones because he was a small man with small hands. When I met Jeff, he used to say anything bigger than a handful was a waste; after he met me, that quickly changed.

I had flown out to see Katy as she announced she was pregnant and that I would soon be a grandma. Knowing that Frederick hadn’t had a girlfriend since high school and Dawson was gay, this was my only opportunity to be a grandma.

I knew friends that were grandmas to five or six kids at forty. I was turning forty-four next month, and Katy’s soon-to-be child would be my first grandkid. I had already planned to spoil it rotten.

“Do you ever think about….” Katy started to say.

Not through back pain or anything had I ever had the inclination to go through a reduction. My mom had big boobs, and so did my aunts and my grandma; every woman on my mother’s side had huge boobs, and if Katy hadn’t sliced and diced hers, she would probably be bigger also.

“I couldn’t imagine being any bigger,” Katy said.

Sometimes I admired the smaller chests of women. An example was Katy. I could never wear something like she was wearing, something strapless and braless. I would fall out and cause a scene.

I guess that’s why most women in movies like the one we were watching were small-chested so that they could have scenes like this one. Walking through a house with only a bra and panties while dancing. No movie would show a woman like me doing that; there would be an uproar.

Even most people hated that women like me were proud of our figures. I was a big woman, both tall and wide, with huge hips, thighs, ass, and boobs.

Katy got a lot of stares from guys as she was stunning, slim, or petite, as some would say, with small but perky breasts and a nice pert ass.

Too bad for them, Katy was very loyal to Mike; she had no male friends and talked about him constantly.

I was glad they had waited until they were both in their second year of college to get pregnant. They had plans for both to stay in college and finish their classes.

I was going to help as much as possible to ensure they kept to their plans.

Mike wanted to be an exotic animal veterinarian specializing in reptiles. He had a fixation on crocodiles and alligators but also wanted to do snakes and others.

Katy wanted to specialize in engineering, which wasn’t a surprise for me as she always wanted to take apart things as a child and put them back together.

While seeing my daughter and spending time with her was nice, I was glad to return home.

Hank had taken Chuck for the weekend, and the moment I got home, all I wanted to do was spend time with my dog.

“You love him more than you love us,” Katy said as we talked online via video call.

I wouldn’t say that out loud, but I loved watching Chuck do his thing. The puppy made me laugh like no one else ever did; as I talked to my daughter, I looked down at him, staring at a spider crawling up the wall. His ears perked up, and his head tilted to the side as he watched the tiny insect.

“If it’s a girl we are going to call her Laci,” Katy said as I saw Mike walking back and forth in the background.

I spent some money and got them a nice starter family house close to the college. I was pleased that they had level heads. Mike was taking night classes while Katy was doing morning classes; this way, both would be there for the baby.

“After my mother, that’s nice,” I nodded. “And if it’s a boy?”

“Douglas, after Mike’s father,” Katy nodded.

“Yeah, I better get ready,” I nodded.

I had turned down my friend’s invitations for too long. Tonight I promised I would go out to the club with them.

“And you say you aren’t on the prowl,” Judy said as she saw me exit my vehicle.

I had met Lauren to pick her up so she could be the designated driver to return home. If I was going out on the town. I was going to drink.

“Look at you!” Judy said as we walked to the woman’s club.

I decided to wear my nice club clothes. I didn’t think I would fit in these black jeans that hugged my legs, thighs, and ass like a second skin and a black mesh top, it had an undergarment built in, but it showed a lot more cleavage than I would usually show on any given day.

The mesh was completely see-through and showed the girls with every step, my chest bounced and swayed.

“Joy is going to have a heart attack,” Judy said as we showed our ID’s at the door.

Joy was the one member of our group that I didn’t get along with; we butted heads on many things.

“Wow,” I said as I entered the nightclub.

A New Direction Chapter Three: New and Old Friends.

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“You know they don’t talk, right?” I smiled at the teenager behind the counter at the movie theatre desk.



“Sorry,” the young smiled as he gave me my ticket stub.



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