Blop Blop

Many times over the last couple months Ive passed my mirror and caught a glimpse at myself and honestly thought

" This angle is making my boobs look massive."

This is the kind of denial that has gotten me by. Not having to take on the full mental weight of how huge they've grown because

" I think my bra shrunk in the wash"

" I must have gained a little bit of weight"

"Boobs always look huge from the side...right? Right!?"

But I can only sell myself lies for so long when I see a picture like this one above. Just a straight ahead selfie. God damn they look huge.

The funny thing is that I know myself well enough at this point to realize that I'll fall back into my delusions eventually. It's an almost daily occurrence for me to start bargaining with them. Within the same 24 hours I can hold literally opposite views of my chest.

" They're not that big, and anyways they've got to stop growing soon."

 To

" Okay, so they've taken over my torso, heading toward my lap, and I think they've got their aspirations on my entire life...😭"

I mean, roller coasters are fun, it's equal parts scary and exhilarating. But at least you get to get off a roller coaster. For me it feels like I've had my wrists tied to the little bar at the front of the roller coaster seats. Unable to get out no matter how loudly I protest.

At least you get used to the same rhythms over and over again. Reminds me of that old movie Groundhog Day.

Roller coaster goes up slowly, nervous tension builds, roller coaster goes down fast, nervous tension is replaced by screaming at my partner next to me.

My boobs start to feel tender and sore, nervous tension builds. My boobs have a growth spurt, nervous tension is replaced by screaming at my partner next to me.

This Sunday will be an interesting measurement for sure. I've never been more sure in my life that they've grown. Not only is there the nightly tenderness and throbbing, radiating soreness throughout my bosom, I also feel my sports bra is a bit more packed than normal. Even my partner has mentioned they look bigger.

We've been talking about going on a camping trip. The topic of what to do if a bear comes around came up. It made me worry that I wouldn't be able to get away easily with these new heavy handicaps sprouting from my chest.

I mean realistically, I wouldn't do well even before then, but at least my cardio was better. Now? I guess I'm just providing him more meat to eat?

Not exactly the sexiest way to think about my breasts, but, I think we can all agree that I am building up quite a big store of bear food here. 🤣

This blog started weird, then took a weird turn. 😁

I also wanted to mention to y'all that I'm going to be taking a pretty big move away from answering all my messages. I've already taken a pretty big step back from it the last 2 weeks, since the patreon has been growing, but I'm going to be responding even less. Makes me a little sad because I enjoy going back and forth with some of y'all very much. If I've messaged you more than three responses, you're probably in that group.

Me and my partner agreed that if I'm going to chat on here it needs to be worth my time.

The new system I'm going to start using is $50 for a half an hour of one on one chatting. I'll answer any questions you have or write you a flight of fancy in front of your eyes. I don't mind going into the realm of silliness and fantasy if that's what you like. I've already started this arrangement with many of you and it makes me much happier with the time I'm spending going back and forth. If this isn't something you're interested don't even worry about it. The absolute last thing I want is for my patrons who can't afford it to stretch themselves. I think this is just a nice way to fix an issue I've had since I opened up the patreon. I think many of y'all realize that you are getting a lot of value out of our conversations, and for me I need to see some of that value as well. Because it's been a long road, but I'm actually starting to value myself what I'm worth.

Thank you all for keeping on this journey with me, it means a lot to me no matter what level you can support me. 🩵

My boobies appreciate you too.

Also also, are y'all happy with the amount I talk about my boobs in my posts? I guess I had always assumed that 100% of the people in here wanted me to talk about my boobs 100% of the time. But I guess I'm open to the idea that maybe I could just ramble about other things as well as they come up. Don't worry, I think that the blog would still remain pretty boob focused since I'm aware what's being sold here. Just a thought.

All right, I think I've given y'all a lot to chew on, bear food aside.

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