AH, TW'S GIRL...WE NEVER KNEW YOU, YET YOU ARE SO ABSOLUTELY REAL!

As I glumly await my first Sunday night in two years without a download of a TW's Girl picture to anticipate, I asked myself exactly what it is about TWG that catapulted the buxom mystery woman into instant prominence. After only a few pictures had been posted, she had become the subject of what seemed to be an absolute feeding frenzy. Post after post discussing the young lady appeared in the Breast Expansion Archive Discussion Forum. Almost immediately, there was even an Internet club devoted to the TWG phenomenon - in fact, soon there were TWG clubs! How could the home photography-style snapshots of a mostly fully dressed girl with a fuzzed-out face have caused such a furor?

Her huge tits, dummy - DUH! - is what many will offer as an explanation. I don't think things are that simple, however. There are, after all, much bigger bosoms being posted on the Internet - and not just ladled out on Sunday nights, either. To offer only a single example, Maxi Mounds is much more buxom than TWG - it isn't even close! - yet notwithstanding her popularity I don't think that even the ultra-breasted Ms. Mounds has created as much of a stir as TWG.

Nor could it be her beauty. Most commentators appear to assume that TWG must be drop-dead gorgeous, but it is clear that this assumption is little more than a wish. We simply don't know enough about TWG's face to make this judgment. Great bodies and sensational faces don't necessarily go together, after all. Some analysts have purported to discern finely boned facial features underneath the fuzz. Such features, if accurately described, might well suggest facial beauty, but they cannot conclusively demonstrate it. Then, too, TW has dropped a comment or two in the course of uploading his pictures suggesting that his facial fuzzing obscures a very beautiful face. Still, for all we know, TWG may be very plain looking. Anonymity, after all, is not the only possible motive for fuzzing her face. In short, the question of TWG's beauty - or lack of it - is very much an open question. Certainly, she is not a known quantity like, say, Chloe Vevrier, whose combination of a huge bosom and beautiful face is a matter of record.

The mysteriousness of TWG's personal life has much to do with the interest she has stirred up, of course. It is not, however, mere mystery that is involved here. Instead, I think it is the very ordinariness of TWG as a person that has captivated the big breast fraternity. I should put "ordinariness" in quotation marks, of course, for 207 pictures of TWG have established that there is nothing very "ordinary" about her at all. There is certainly no way that a 32K bosom jutting out of a slim, curvaceous body can be deemed ordinary! What I mean is that unlike, say, porn stars like Wendy Whoppers or big tit models like SaRenna Lee, TWG is the sort of person one might conceivably meet in the normal course of day-to-day living. It is that everyday character of her persona that makes TWG so captivating. It is the mystery of the ordinary, in other words. Notwithstanding her fuzzed-over facial features, TWG is a real person, therefore, in a way that big tit celebrities with their carefully constructed biographies simply are not.

Another way of putting it is to suggest that TWG is possible in a way that Misses Whoppers and Lee are not. Certainly, it would be possible to bump into porn stars like Deena Duos or Minka; if one were in Las Vegas, such a sighting might not even be all that remarkable. It would be a celebrity sighting nonetheless. TWG's allure lies in the fact that she could be anyone and anywhere. You could look up and find her behind you in the checkout line at the grocery store. She might just be getting on your bus at the very next stop. TWG, in other words, is the girl next door or a co-ed at the local community college. Indeed, the fact that TWG is modestly clothed in nearly all the 207 pictures reinforces this sense of her "ordinariness." These are pictures of a real person, not a professional model. TWG's very conventionality therefore suggests an immediacy or accessibility that no porn star celebrity could ever exude. TWG symbolizes the possibility that the huge tits we eyeball on the Internet might actually be found somewhere in our "real" as opposed to our "cyber" world.

The flora that forms the background in the TWG outdoor shots suggests that she lives somewhere in the Western United States. Still, she could live anywhere. TWG is not SOMEBODY in the sense of a porn star or big breast model but rather EVERYBODY, or at least EVERYWOMAN as we would like her to look. TWG, in other words, stands for the possibility that there may be a huge-titted girl just like her right around the corner. That makes her "real" in a way that a Wendy Whoppers never could be.

TWG thus became "our" girl in a very special way. She became a symbol of the sort of woman we would like to see - who if we were lucky we could see - on Main Street or at the mall as well as on our computer screens. Indeed, because we accepted the reality of those pictures - along with the assertion represented by the thrillingly massive bulges under her clothing - we knew she was "out there" in a very concrete and "real" way. One certainly can't say the same for the morphed images in our various Internet galleries! TWG is real and she lives an everyday life - someplace, somewhere. Who wouldn't be interested in learning more about such a girl - lots more, in fact! - especially when she sports a 32K pair of headlights atop such a slim, curvy body?

And now the last TWG pose has been posted. Our only hope for more is the slim chance of a real-life sighting. Let's keep our eyes open just in case. Say...look at that luscious young thing putting money in the meter across the street. What a pair of tits! Wow! Wait a minute...She looks familiar, too. You don't suppose...?