I heard creaks and stitching breaking as I struggled to put it on.
As I struggled to fit every new inch and pound of me into a top that once fit like a glove...
There's been a lot of asks for me to wear clothes from some of my older posts to see how it would fit. I've been worried to try some of them because its actually scary getting them on. Getting them IN.
It's obviously apparent how much longer my cleavage is, and the ridiculous D cups worth of spillage by my armpits popping out like doughy mammary muffin-tops, but what isn't as easy to see from this angle is just how much more they project.
Forward. Pushing out in front of me like weighty and worrisome jiggle scouts. The lightest movement sending them into a quiver.
Downward, lower and lower with every added ounce. Every added spoonful of bosom becoming pounds, pulling them to my lap, and further when unrestrained.
And outward, past my shoulders, covering my arms. Pushing past the width of my hips. They've become the widest parts of me. That's where this year's new bulk and mass is most on display. Hiding in plain sight. Changing my silhouette. Defining my shape.
Another shorter post. I'm actually experimenting with getting an editor to help with the longer drafts I have unedited. I have a lot more fun booba stories coming soon though. Longer ones.
-Doctor's visit.
-Weight and measurements update
and
-How people react to me in public story (of which I have MANY)
Plus some fun fantasy writing commissions some of yall have paid for that I'm gonna post to the main patreon feed. :)
Thanks for the continued support as always.
-Plushy🍈🍈