Ive definitely started to wonder if there’s any amount of boob that my body will consider “enough”.
It feels like I’ve waited months and months for them to eventually just stop or even slow, but they just get more and more as time progresses. I wonder if any volume of tit will serve as a quota or if constant bosom growth is just our new norm forever.
My long time watchers will know these past two years have been a LOT.
Barely a day goes by without my mind sticking on the subject.
When this all first started I wasn’t flat, far from it, but still I had no idea they could get anywhere near as immense as what weight my breasts have become.
When this all started I was a J cup.
Still not a” normal “ size as far as most are concerned. At 18, after high school graduation, I was already considered the girl with the huge boobs.
Obviously my hormones weren’t normal. My eating was a bit above average as well. Both facts I wasn’t aware of at the time. Facts im painfully aware of at all times now.
My doctors have finally found that my hormones and metabolism seem linked. They still aren’t sure why my weight seems to affect my breasts so disproportionately, but they are willing to at least admit it’s happening. Something everyone in this patreon is well aware of.
When I eat they grow. When I eat more, they grow more. And even when I eat less, much less at times, they still grow, just slower.
So with all this in mind, I should at least diet right? Seems the obvious prescription. My doctors advise it, and yet whenever I ask my Instagram followers what they think, the majority ALWAYS say
“Eat more. Gain weight”
lol.
I should expect it at this point. My followers do care about me and my mobility, they just care about it less than my breasts growing as big as humanly possible. People are funny. Cognitive dissonance. I have my own too though.
I want to be mobile, I want to be womanly and light and bouncy (in my movements not just my oceans of breast).
But I also eat.
I don’t watch what I eat, I just eat what I want. And it’s probably obvious from my glands size that I haven’t been dieting this holiday season. In all honesty I’ve been gorging myself. Gorging them.
Not in some attempt to immobilize myself from sheer breast weight or an attention seeking mukbang, but out of aggravation at stifling my abnormal appetite day in and day out.
I want to eat. My fans want me to eat. So…?
Idk.
My doctors and family dont want me to though. For good reason I suppose.
At my breast focused check up that much was clear. My primary care was not happy at my latest weigh in one bit. I was a bit shocked as well to be honest.
Drum roll please.
Ive gained weight.
Shocking I know
My breasts have again gained the vast majority of that weight.
I have some data for y’all
1.9 pounds of weight gain each doesn’t sound like a lot, and in general, it’s not.
But as pure boob it’s insane. I haven’t gained almost any weight anywhere else! Essentially 4 pounds of bosom added.
4 more pounds of just tit is cause for alarm, except that the alarms bells have been ringing for over a year and I've gotten use to the sound. I can barely hear them anymore.
Like living next to a highway, you ignore the massive 18wheeler sounds eventually
So I look for distractions and… honestly excuses to miss family functions .
As I told y’all, I skipped thanksgiving and overate at my apartment, but Christmas I couldn’t. Too many texts to ignore and people I did actually want to see. And of course the ones I care for and am close with were all cool and didnt bring up my chest without provocation, but there are other members of my family.
My stepmother is a bitch. Always drinks too much at these kind of events and points out the obvious.
“Jesus Christ hun are those things ever going to stop getting BIGGER?!” Staring directly at the outfit id put together specifically to minimize them
That statement went off like a bomb in a pool; causing big waves and also smaller side ripples.
My aunt
“Yeah I didn’t want to bring up the elephants in the room but how are you doing with them?”
Cousins talking to themselves somehow thinking I can’t hear them
“they are actually so crazy dude, how are they that much bigger than last year”
And my partner rubbing my back reassuring me we can not talk about it, but I always do.
I get pulled into the tiddy tractor beam of others curiosity and end up people pleasing till the cows come home.
So I entertained it. I talked about them. And my answers became like wave machine in that pool. Just when I thought everyone had hqd their last say about my unavoidably big bosom, my most recent answer would spur someone else’s curiosity.
“Yeah, well I can’t have them reduced because my blood doesn’t clot normally” I’d answer. Then silence for a second. until ..
“Yeah, oh okay, but then that means they’re just going to keep growing?” Timidly from a cousin who hadn’t got a hand on the beachball yet.
“Um, yeah, …likely yes” slowly, realization from me.
“Oh wow. You can’t have an easy time running now!” My step mom again
“…yeah. I try to stay up but I don’t run anymore”
“They must weigh a ton, have you weighed them?”
And on and on. I kept thinking they’d move on, but eventually, I realized that I was going to have to leave before this beach ball of a conversation topic hit the ground.
And when I got home my partner had a present for me. Boob related, like everything in my life is becoming.
A new custom made bra, just for me.
He’d taken my measurements months ago…
can anyone else see where this is going? From miles away?
Even in this newest, very thoughtfully made and purchased custom sized bra, my chest has already ballooned up and out of it.
Many of you have asked me why I seem to have quad boob or boob spillage overflow, even under my jacket and sweatshirts in most of my pictures, it’s because it’s extremely hard to get a custom-made bra right sized when we are trying to hit a rapidly moving target.
Even with my most recent measurements from above, the most sophisticated bra calculators online give me back no results.
because breast as big as mine are not supposed to be on a body as little as mine. It’s not supposed to be medically, or fashionably feasible.
But I haven’t given up. Im just gearing up for a new year where I sorta know what to expect at this point.
Boobs.
Boobs for breakfast, boobs for lunch, boobs for dinner, and a hearty snacking side of boobs in between each.
At least knowing is better than being consistently surprised.
I don’t think my body is getting to its quota, maybe it’s quarterly? But another year is about to begin 😬📈.
-Plushy🎄🎄
Happy Holidays y’all.
I figured you’d enjoy the squishing gif above while I stuffed myself on a Santa themed snack
Sometimes, recently, ive been imagining that each bite of calorie laden cookies, each sip of fat filled whole milk is just passing by my lips and being deposited directly onto my breasts as more boob fat. Scary thought.
Anyway
That’s two posts this month. Im aiming to get more out this coming year but I always appreciate y’all supporting my content.
More to come.
Happy new year.