I once went out with a civvy girl who had the most enormous titties, but she concealed them well. She was quite short, dumpy even, and always wore shapeless clothes.
First time we got down to business, these fucking great 32G tits appeared, almost out of nowhere. Scared the crap out of me.
Never been a fan of big bristols. They always seem like a good idea, but in reality they're nothing like as much fun as being with a woman who's got just the right handful.