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.

And so did they.

And so did they"...

As groups pass by me on a bench, waiting for a burger and hot dog at what should be a normal memorial day family party...

But as y'all know, nothing is normal anymore.

'They' won't allow it.

My family is very into the whole festivities. Me and my partner less so, but I like to make an appearance at least.

We have a family tradition where we all wear American flag clothes. Something that's become a lot more tiresome over the years, especially since my body turned on me and made anything but tank tops very difficult to shop for.

So I looked online, found on Amazon some American flag tank top .... But when it arrived I was literally bursting out of it Way way too much of the girl dough was out, screaming

"paddy cake paddy cake baker's mamms" 😅 🤣.

I couldn't leave the house.

Idk if y'all can relate but, when I have a shelf of boob jiggling out over the brim of my top, I feel almost naked. When I went out to the beach last year, when my breasts were actually much smaller, but still very 'out' and big, I couldn't stop thinking of them. Every motion and step at the center of my mind.

"How do I look?"

"I'm walking too fast."

"I'm bouncing too much"

"I should've stayed home"

"I'm too BIG!"

"Everyone everywhere is staring at how big they are!"

Constantly attacked by my own brain bringing up my boobs over and over and over again.

I kinda wish I could just let them bounce and breathe in small revealing tops and just eventually get use to all the stares and attention. Ignore it all and live my life .

But I think most women at this size have gotten use to it slowly.

The frog doesn't jump out of the water when you cook it because it gets warmer slowly, until it's cooking.

My frogs were lit on fire... Um, so to speak. 👀

So since my breasts got so much bigger so much faster, I never became "use to it" I still feel like I'm way too skinny for this much tit.

It feels wrong and ridiculous to have all this bouncy boob weight attached to me, overflowing my tops and keeping the attention of any new person I meet.

But, I have no choice right now. I've currently decided not to look into reducing them, for both personal and medical reasons.

So my only choice remains, to minimize and cover, or introduce more of the outside world to just how indulgent and absurd my breasts are becoming.

😬

I wasn't ready this time.

I tried on the tank top but... as you can see, my chest looks obese in it. I opted for a Patreon only release for the more revealing top. The instagram can see what the barbecue got to see. What I'm comfortable showing to most.

Y'all get to see the bloop bloop tho. 🤣

The extra tiddy that most people aren't even attracted to. It's more of an oddity to them. But luckily I have found my tribe online.

The fans that not only wanna see all that overflow tiddy, but actually ask hundreds of little questions about them that the average boob fan wouldn't even begin to imagine.

It's all very flattering. To be the center of this much attention. And I love y'all for it. 🥰

I feel like I need a name for my fans. Like dead heads.

The HushPuppies? Idk.

Anyway.

Happy memorial day y'all. 😁

-Plushy 🍉🍉

oh, also I know y'all want some more measurements and comparisons from last year and from when I was basically flat. The best I feel comfortable with is, I'll make a comparison between when I was 18, 19, 20, and 21. Should have that, idk, whenever I get around to it.

I've been offline a lot and my mental has been a lot better for it, but I appreciate y'all so much for staying with me on the patreon. I'll give y'all even more soon.