Tank Top Tiddz Trance, and Someone Sent Scary Graph

Have I been overusing alliteration?

It almost feels like I've weaponized it.

Big bouncing boobs bury brown-haired beauty beneath?...😣

Anyway. I'm tired. This post is going up tonight, but it could be better I think.

Let's see how it goes.

One thing I've been wanting to talk about is my meditation practice.

I found meditation from tik tok a couple of years ago. I got into it through these weird YouTube videos called the gateway experience. I guess originally they were created by the CIA or something, I'm not really too sure but I've been listening to them for a long time and honestly they've definitely helped me get more calm and focus my energy.

They creeped me out when I first started them, but now they're very familiar to me.

One of the things I've learned to do as a result of meditation is focus my perception and energy.

I bring up all of this to you you specifically because of how this meditation practice has been affected since my breasts become more of a consistent part of that perception.

Some meditation techniques have you focus on a certain part of your body, or the breath. Essentially something to take my mind off of the constant stream of thoughts that my brain WILL throw at me.

I've used my breath for some time, and then eventually I started to use the tip of my nose. When a thought comes up, " I have work tomorrow early", I just gently bring my awareness, my focus back to my nose, or my breath.

But recently I've been using my breasts.

It's only been a couple of weeks but I have found it actually really useful. The gentle throbbing sensations that I've talked to you guys about keep my mind pretty occupied while I'm in sometimes long form 40 minute meditations.

I sit cross-legged on the floor or on my bed and just focus my awareness on them. Not trying to change them or do anything specific but just 'being' them essentially. Bringing my entire being deep inside them, not just physically but almost, dare I say spiritually?

Might be a bit odd, but Im a bit odd, and I like it.

The entire experience of having my breasts, not only become a dominant part of me physically, but also socially, has been pretty overwhelming. Many nights I've stayed up wishing that they would stop, wishing that they would shrink, and being forced, like my arms are being pulled behind my back, into acceptance.

They're huge, they're getting bigger, and

I have no control over it.

But in that lack of control I've actually been able to find surrender.

I have no control over it.

So just being with it, watching it, noticing it moment by moment instead of trying to scream "no, stop," into the void at it, it's actually been an oddly wonderful experience for me. Letting them just be.

In a very unexpected way, my breasts have taught me a kind of acceptance that I didn't think was possible. I may not always like them, I may not always want what's happening to them, but I can accept them.

Aaaanyways.

Idk if this is interesting at all to y'all, but it's not something I've heard of anyone else talk about before so I figured I'd ramble about it.

I guess if this is weird just ignore this part LOL.

So one of you sent me this graph up there. Not just "someone", but a new patron. I won't mention your name unless you want me to but...yeah.

The growth this graph shows freaked me out.

I don't know if I'm reading it right, but, it looks like if they continue at this rate, they'll have doubled in weight by 5 months or so.

I feel like that can't be right... but it looks so. Depending on whether or not they speed up or stay the same.

I'm kind of praying that I've made some errors in measurement or growth. I know it's also totally possible that they'll slow down or stop, but my doctor and endocrinologist are really not expecting that.

Also, I do see the irony in the fact that I was just preaching about acceptance, and now I'm essentially praying that they don't keep up the current insane pace they've been at.

I've had some of you tell me that some women grow so fast that they actually develop cracking in their skin... So at least that kind of hell hasn't befallen me.

Could be because I have a kind of military strictness about putting lotion on my breasts at this point. Many different lotions and potions go into keeping my breasts without noticeable stretch marks. Twice daily I lotion the girls down nice and deep.

I'm sure that isn't a terrible visual for y'all.

Deep tissue massaging these big dumbos has actually become a soothing ritual for me. I guess sometimes the prisoners fall in love with their chains. The kidnapped finding romance with their kidnapper. Sort of a strange metaphor but I trust y'all get it.

Anyway, I'm tired, I can't believe the topics that spilled out of my head today, and I hope yall enjoy me muffinboobing out of the top and sides of my bra and tanky.

A pretty normal indoor look for me these days.

 I may end up making my Sunday post a Monday post from now on. I actually end up having a lot to do on my Sundays and my Mondays are more lazy. And still might change the patreon to $10 instead of $5. Not decided yet. Gonna sleep on it more.

Also if y'all wanna chat, I'm open to scheduling first chats with patrons who haven't had any long sorta tiddy talks yet . I have a good number of you already taking advantage, but send me a message if you're new and interested in paying for a little bit of my attention / making this my full time job. The overgrown girls are literally quivering in my bra at the thought. 🤣

Money hungry Tiddz out.

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