Bikini Bod

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“So let’s get this straight.” She said from above, after cornering you in the bathroom. You lacked the ability to rip your gaze away from the tits that probably outweighed you at this point, but you could still hear her words. “You used your size transferring abilities not for my ass, or my legs, or even my overall height, and instead just sent it all to my boobs? I basically have to carry these around now you know?”

This was still a relatively recent development, your openness with your girlfriend about your mysterious ability to transfer your size to other humans lead to some fun nights in the past week or so. You’d never directed your size towards just one body part though, and while in the “shower thoughts” stage of your shower your mind started to drift towards different possibilities. This was the out come of that.

So here you were with just a towel tightly wrapped around your diminutive frame, your rock-hard erection creating an obvious tent in the fabric. You weren’t really able to formulate coherent sentences let alone thoughts, what with your eye level equivalent to these mountainous breasts. Your girlfriend was still talking but it was all kind of just white noise at this point… there was only one thing you were aware of, and that was the primal urge to continue what you had started. Letting go of the towel, you began to concentrate.

“Uh, babe? Are you listening to me?” Your girlfriend said, unaware that you were focused entirely upon your single-minded goal at the moment. You instinctively took a step back as your stature continued to dwindle, the sudden transfer of mass took your girlfriend off guard, causing her to lose her balance, and the increase in weight even further skewed her center of gravity, resulting in her falling tits-first to the ground. Where you had originally been around four feet tall while eye-to-eye with her boobs, you had now gone down to two feet, and her boobs had swelled from the size of beach balls to the size of medicine balls.

This meant that movement for her was nearly impossible, weighed down as she was by the monolithic breasts upon her chest. She was clearly struggling to reach you, shimmying forward as best she could, but you just continued to back up until your back was pressed against the back wall of the bathroom. Committed to your task, you continued to shrink, sinking below two feet, then one foot, only stopping at six inches so you weren’t entirely too small.

However, this of course meant that the veritable landscape of boob flesh that was slowly wobbling towards you also continued to swell towards you as well. You spread your arms out, closed your eyes, and resigned yourself to your fleshy “doom.” You waited… and it did not come. You cracked an eye open just in time to see a hand reaching for you. It seems as if your girlfriend had rolled forwards so that she was parallel with the ground, held aloft entirely by her beanbag sized tits. She glared at you for a moment before popping you into her mouth. As she swirled you around in her mouth, coating you entirely in saliva, she was able to rotate back down into a sitting position. Satisfied with her newfound mobility, she opened her mouth and let you fall out. You tumbled for a brief moment through the air before landing on your back, a soft, pillowy object breaking your fall rather pleasantly.

Yet again you only had a moment to realize what was going on as that same hand had one finger pointed at you, directly lined up with your midsection. It stopped as it made contact with you. Looking past it up at your girlfriend’s devilish smirk, you heard her say, “You made your prison, now enjoy it.” Right before she shoved you deep into the recesses of her cleavage.

Being surrounded on all sides by your squishy, warm boob-prison made you go absolutely wild. You began humping the walls keeping you contained, losing all sense of time, your only purpose to cum as much as you could into this heavenly abyss. This was made even hotter by the sudden sound and vibration of moaning surrounding you. In between pants you could hear and feel the vibrations of your girlfriend’s voice saying, “Mmmy tiny little boyfriend is completely helpless against my boobs. My boobs! My boobs are enough to completely overpower a man! Ohhhh ffffffffuuuuuuuck!” It was obvious that she was turned on by the experience and had begun fingering herself just as wildly as you were humping her tits. You remained this way for an hour or so, and then recovered in the same positions for another little while.

You couldn’t wait to see what other experiments might yield.

My boobies are growing so fast that they have stretch marks and my veins are showing more now~❤️ I love it soooooo much~❤️ my bralette that I use to wear only a couple of weeks ago can barely be pulled over my massive milkers now! But I'm wearing it right now regardless~❤️ I had a big meal and I got cheeky and may have drank half a bottle of supplement... Plus 4 fenugreek tablets... This bralette gets completely destroyed today.. No matter what~❤️

“Things I Think Men Think Women with Larger Boobs Do In Their Spare Time When No One Else is Watching.” (Part 74 of the ongoing series.)

Okay. Bear with me on this one, because I think I need some explanation from some of you guys out there.

I don’t get the wearing a bra that is clearly too small. I really don’t get why so many guys seem to find it an appealing thought.

A few years back I found a garbage bag of old clothes in the back of the closet of my old room at my parents’ house where I grew up. And in there was another bag with a bunch of my old bras from when I was growing. They must have spanned the gambit from training bra up to one of my first D-cup bras. Don’t ask me why they got saved, but it was both strange and mildly trippy to see them again, especially seeing these tiny bras that at the time felt like such a huge deal. (And now, seriously, I am sure some of them would barely cover my nipples/areola… They’d certainly not be able to function with any properties of a functional bra to me now.)

But somehow in the course of conversation weeks or months later, I mentioned this find to a male friend. And his instant response was that he would LOVE to see me in one of those bras that was too small. And I really could not—and stil cannot—fathom why? What is the appeal???

To me, this look isn’t sexy. It’s positively ridiculous looking.

But I know some of you out there will fundamentally disagree with me.

So… anyone want to try to explain to me what the appeal is of seeing a woman that is wearing a bra that is too small?

Sabrina Lynn

Spilling out

Alexandra Daddario as Rachel Patton in The White Lotus | 1×01 “Arrivals”

source : Jolene the Valkyrie - Director