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 that's what you have to do when your bra cups need to be so big and your body is so lil...

I could tug it halfway up my back without trying. But the cups clutched my breasts too tightly still. I was still visibly cresting over the top like my boobs were trying to peek out and see the world. They didn’t fit, but I could pretend they almost did. Which was enough, emotionally.

Fast forward four months.

Second photo: I’m in a 40M cup. A size I didn’t even know existed until I started shopping in whispered corners of the internet. It’s technically “bigger,” but it might as well be a shrug. Because now?

Now the tank top is like a vacuum sealed second skin

(,today I should be in a much bigger bra but haven't been able to afford customs that would fit my annoyingly small torso. )

Same shirt, but the straps are digging into my shoulders. The neckline has migrated halfway up my chest, as if the fabric is desperately trying to escape the mass pressing outward and upward beneath it. There’s overflow at the top, yes—but also at the sides. Sideways spillage, like someone filled a mixing bowl to the brim with heavy tiddy dough and then tilted it till it spilled. The shape is different now: rounder, heavier, almost… surreal. Like I’ve been inflated, but only in two very specific and extremely committed areas.

And the wildest part? I thought I was HUGE in the first photo.

Looking at them side by side, it feels like someone ran a time-lapse on my chest and forgot to stop it. The tank top that used to smooth and stretch now clings and cuts in awkward places. You can see how the volume has redistributed, not just forward but outward—my silhouette has evolved into something cartoonish.

Honestly? It’s hard to process. The photos look like the same person but also a stranger. A version of me who hasn’t stopped changing long enough to settle. There’s no plateau. Just more and more mountain. Mountains...

But I’m sharing it anyway. Not because I’ve figured it out—but because I know y'all enjoy this word hormonal ride my body is taking me on.

And because sometimes, all you can do is document the evidence, label it clearly, and try to find a bra that kinda fits....a little.

This weekend I'll add a third picture of what it fits like now, but it's actually gotten difficult to get this tank top over them 🥺.

Anyway, thanks for the support as always 💙

-🍈🍈Plushy