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The Sounds of Change

Can y'all see the difference in size when I'm wearing just a thick top versus my minimizing layers? 🥺. I know they hang lower, but not as low as when they're nude. They hang embarrassingly low then 🫩. I still put on a jacket when I go out, even on top of the three layers already squeezing the girls down. Can get sweaty but it's the only way I can hide it all and even that doesn't work. Th...

Nature's Argument. Growing Glands in the Garden of Excess.

Long title 😬

I'm keeping it ..

Heft and Heave

Heft and heave, Hansel and Gretel eat. They overeat. They grow.

When I look down at myself it’s still obscene to me that “more” is even an option. But my body keeps choosing it—day after day, week after week—and now, unbelievably, year after year.

These overgrown glands have been swelling for more than tw...

Tit Rituals (Tituals)

As my breasts have become larger and larger, the disproportionate the amount of time they take up is shocking. My life is now dominated by tit rituals. Tituals. It sounds funny, and sometimes it is, but it’s also… logistics. Management. Whole hours of my day carved into chunks for adjusting straps, picking clothing, redistributing weight, massaging tissue, coaxing circulation into skin that...

Trenchcoat Confidential (Story Commission)

Hello yall,

I have a nice long post for y'all today and some public walking in a bra content. I cropped heavily to keep others, and my own anonymity. Not the best video but I thought it went well with the story.

The writing below was commissioned from one of you!

The prompt was

"You walk into a clothing store, maybe call it 'Lady Grace', a store that caters to busty gals...

Boob Greed.

I don’t know how to explain this without sounding a little… broken? Or maybe just very online. But I’ve been noticing something weird lately, something I can’t really shake even though I kind of wish I could.

There’s this feeling — this glimmer of greed that hits me when I see myself like this.

I wore that purple tank top yesterday. The same one from the vi...

Pontoons in a Canoe

Been a while. I wish I could tell y'all my breasts have slowed down or become easier to manage but, the beat I can say is that I'm accepting how far this all might go.

Honestly I haven't really been feeling all that good.

I mean sometimes I feel really good but...

The last month was supposed to be about vacation and resting, but this little video posted above is kind of a perf...

Same Top, Different Planet

Roughly six months apart.
Same top. Same me. Same hopeless optimism that I wasn’t still growing.

The first photo already felt intense when I took it. I remember pulling the top down, thinking, “This is the tightest it’s ever stretched, surely we’re plateauing now.”

And then, six months later, I tried it on again. Same top. But the experience? Fully different ph...

Lap... Literally (video)

Lap officially reached.

Growth actually getting scary.

I kinda wish I was one of these Instagram girls that pretends to be growing for more follows ...

Instead I'm stuck actually growing and unable to even reduce.

When life gives you watermelons...

I mean at least I found some tops that keep them in.

I would never wear this outside, but at least I look sexy....

Doctor's Visit. (30.3 pounds...)

I love how "small" they look in this picture.

Something about this pattern and the angle.

... So. I had my mammogram. And it went about as gracefully as you’d expect when your chest could each be classified as a personal carry-on item.

Let’s start with the weigh-in:

Right breast – 15.3 lbs

Left breast – 15.0 lbs

One of y'all in the bra...

Happy Mammorial Day

Small identiddy crisis happening.

Am I just boobs now?

I think about it constantly.

It's easier to forget about their ridiculous silhouette and heft when I'm alone, meditating, floating in a pool or bath, writing, reading, listening to music...

But when I leave the house I am berated by a barrage of boob centered perceptions.

"Those people just stared at my boobs.<...

Feedback Loop (might take down this pic later 😬... Very revealing)

So… I had a doctor’s appointment recently.
Just a follow-up. Just routine. Just another in a long list of visits where I try to explain something that should sound impossible, but isn’t.

We talked about my chest. Obviously.

We talked about the weight I’ve gained — not overall, just there. My back hasn’t thickened, my thighs haven’t grown. It...

Worth the Wait (Weight)?

Honestly… some days I could cry.

Not out of sadness exactly — just from the sheer weight of it. The way my lower back aches. The way my shoulders feel pulled forward no matter how hard I try to stand tall. It’s not an ache that goes away after a good night’s sleep. It’s a slow, heavy weariness that settles deeper every day, like gravity’s been turned up a notch just for...

First Commission.

This is my first try at writing something on the more fictional side.

Before my gigantomastia got this bad(big) I was training to be a teacher. I've put that idea and school on hold for now, but one of the patrons in here was so tickled by the idea of me going into an interview looking the way I do that he paid for this story.

The outfit in the story is something I own and wear of...

Small (but important) Update, Tier Price Change

Hi my loves,

I wanted to pop in with a quick update about something that’s been on my mind for a while.

Starting next month, I’ll be adjusting the price of my basic tier from $5/month to $10/month.

This isn’t a decision I made lightly — in fact, I probably agonized over it way longer than was healthy 😂 — but after looking at how much time, ene...

Moving (Mammaries)

Moving is stressful even when it's all planned out.

And Im not a good planner.

At best I'm a decent improviser, and even then I could use some work.

Okay backstory.

So me and my partner have some downstairs neighbors who I have become really annoyed with over the past couple months.

Recently, they came upstairs and had the gall to tell us to quiet down at 7:00 p.m....

Sweaty, Sore, Sizeable.

It’s been a few weeks since I last went to the gym. Not years. Weeks. Months? Idk, but when I laced up my shoes and caught sight of myself in the mirror, it felt like returning after a long absence—like showing up to a house you used to live in and finding it full of different furniture.

Specifically, bigger furniture. Pillows?

I’ve gained weight, yes—but it�...

Gaming Issues

So I recently got into a computer game called marvel rivals.

Some of y'all have probably heard of it. It's a hero shooter that plays a lot like overwatch or League of legends, kinda.

My boyfriend introduced it to me around 2 months ago and I became completely obsessed.

I think I might actually be addicted. I regularly spend at least 3 hours playing, and if I really don't have ...

6 months ago vs 2 months ago

Sameish angle, same lighting, same tank top.

Very not the same boobies...

In the first photo, I’m wearing a 38K bra—something that, at the time, felt gigantic. A peak. A punchline. I remember taking that photo thinking, There’s no way I’m getting any bigger than this.

Classic Plushy foreshadowing.

The band was way too big even then—but tha...

Weight worries and a Tit Tulpa?

Okay, so the last couple of weeks have been insane. I need to start filling y'all in before I start forgetting what's actually happened. (I probably won't get to all of it in this blog anyways)

So 3 weeks ago I started actually shopping again. As I'm sure y'all were aware, I'd been wearing the same tank tops for a long time, which were not fitting much. I know y'all like the overfl...

What would you like to see me in?

Green with Envy? (I don't think so)

I don’t think I was ready for the reactions.

I mean, I should have been. It’s not like I don’t see myself in the mirror every day. It’s not like I don’t feel their weight constantly pulling me forward or catch myself shifting my arms in ways that make space for the absurd amount of boob that’s now just there at all times.

But apparently, there’s ...

Feeling fat as fuck and gross, new posting schedule

I've been bad this month.

I completely fell off my diet, my working out, and posting on here.

I hope y'all can forgive me.

I'm allotting one hour a day from now on for all my socials. I tend to have a binge and purge type relationship with it, (and everything else in my life) but I am recommitting to balance.

Speaking of balance .. I am having trouble. Balancing...

Submerged in Softness: Caught Boob Snorkeling

I know I've talked about my weird boob stimming behavior before, but I don't think I've ever explained it fully. Mostly because it's deeply strange, and didn't think l'd ever need to explain it in words. But thanks to an incident last night, it's now probably relevant to y'all's interests.

So... boob snorkeling. Alright. We're doing this.

Some of you have even asked about it since t...

Reunion, Reactions, and Relentless Curiosity

So, I knew this was going to happen. I knew the moment I stepped out of my apartment, the moment I hugged my first friend, the moment I even attempted to sit at a bar table with them—that my boobs were going to be the main character of the night.

To be fair, these weren’t just casual acquaintances. These were friends I hadn’t seen in over six months. And six months ago...

Bending over is a workout

So a lot of you have asked if I any have any pictures of me bending over. I don't have a ton since it's such a pain.

As they've gotten bigger, they've obviously gotten a lot heavier. Not even sure exactly their weight right now but over 10 lb each. 🏋🏻‍♂️

So as you can imagine I avoid bending over as much as possible basically.

Honestly, I hesitated for a long tim...

Meatballs

Spaghetti and meatballs are one of my favorite meals.

Recently I kinda feel like the spaghetti..

Thin and delicious. lol, and I'm served up with this side of meatballs that are frankly too big for the dish.

Imagine your waiter comes over, a plate with two softball sized meatballs overflowing the tiny plate and ONE, single piece of spaghetti between them, completely unable t...

Grumping, Gaming, Growing

I feel exhausted.

Life outside patreon the past couple weeks has been a lot.

The holidays are always pretty tough for me anyway with my family not really being supportive. Or maybe I'm just the black sheep? I don't know.

But I got pretty sick on top of that. RSV. Respiratory stuff sucks. I could barely get out of bed for days. It doesn't help that I'm already dealing with s...

Pudgy Christmas Boobs (family gathers around my chest)

My jacket doesn't fit.

They've fattened up to the point that my winter jacket from last year actually doesn't close over them.

Kinda to be expected but it doesn't make it any less shocking to me.

I've let y'all persuade me that bigger is better. I've almost completely let go of my diet and exercise regime I was on before the holiday season.

I haven't measured this we...

A Good Boob Day

Today, the girls are being… cooperative.

I woke up expecting the usual: a twinge of tightness, maybe that heavy, achy pull I’ve learned to anticipate. But today, there was none of that. Just softness, warmth, and a strange sense of ease, like my body finally decided to take a break from its usual theatrics.

I caught myself in the mirror while getting dressed and paused—not to ...

Soy Milk, Measurements, Mammary Mindset.

So the pressure from Instagram and y'all has been working. I never in my life thought that I would say this, but I'm actually considering drinking soy milk, on purpose, to help my breasts grow.

Me.

The girl whose boobs are way way, way way, way too big.

I feel like I'm kind of throwing in the towel and just giving them what they want.

"Them" meaning my followers... a...