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Lap... Literally (video)
🕑 Added 2025-06-08 20:50:37 +0000 UTCLap 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.
I can't post anything too lewd on this page since I'm not in the only fans business, but I may start uploading some exclusive lil jiggles on here. Please don't fill my inbox with requests, I'm still only posting what im comfortable with okay. Heathens. 😉
Still mostly writing.
Anyway....
Okay, story time.
So I was wearing my last clean sports bra, the one that used to fit when my tits were only 10 framing pounds each... Good lord. Back when a tight layer of spandex could at least pretend to hold things in place. Now? 🙏🏻🤣
My shoulders throbbed. The straps dug so hard I could feel the shape of them pressed into my skin long after I peeled them off. My breasts weren’t just big—they were swollen, full, constantly warm, and alive in a way that was hard to describe. Every breath made them shift subtly, like they were listening.
Even in the bra, I was overflowing. The top edge cut across the curve of each breast like a dam trying to contain a vast lake of dough. The sides pushed out visibly under my arms, soft and heavy, and the bottom... Puffed. ( I've got some videos where slapping sounds are audible from boob meat hitting my torso from teeny tiny jumps, I'll post later. Also I haven't forgotten about comparison pics too. Scatterbrained 😵😵💫😵)
The lower band useless, helpless against the sheer weight resting on it. The underboob pressed down, creating an arc that made my torso feel short, compressed. Like they’d taken over everything down to my belly button.
I didn’t want to think about any of it. Literal pounds of throbbing (probably growing) tit gland compressed beyond belief....
So I grabbed my phone and opened Temu. I scrolled like I was hypnotized. Click, flick, swipe, flick. And then I saw it: a cheetah-print one-piece. Sleeveless, high-cut hips, wide neckline. Loud. Ridiculous. Stretchy. It looked like it was made for someone who still had control over their body. I added it to my cart. It arrived five days later in an unbelievably cheap plastic envelope.
I tried it on the moment it came.
Getting it over my hips was easy. I'm "tits on a stick" I've been told. Airpod shaped? Anyway...
Getting it over my chest took time. I had to bend forward, breathing shallow, coaxing the fabric inch by inch. A battle of the boob like trudging through mud. Tangent ..
I always feel like if boob was a liquid it would be thick, like overly chunky milkshake, dough, or some kinda quicksand. Whenever I've lost my phone between my chest, it feels like literal fat sweaty quicksand sucking it in. Maybe I'll write a post about how many snacks I can snuggle into a movie theater now. (I'm a full concession stand basically).
Never easy to get anything out from in-between though, and it's always so warm. And even wet if it's summer. Gross. Anyway. Cheetah print top.
It pulled over the underside first, fighting for every inch of coverage, then climbed reluctantly up the sides. When I finally tugged the top edge over the front of each breast, it held—barely. The fabric was stretched scary thin across my chest, every contour obvious, exaggerated. There was no compression, no support. Just containment, in the loosest sense.
I was flushed, sweaty, and breathing through my mouth by the time it was on. Less fit than I used to be.
I didn’t know what to do next, so I sat down in my boyfriend’s gaming chair. The seat was wide, cushioned, made to support long sessions of stillness. I sunk into it, and that’s when I felt them.
My breasts pressed into my lap like a lady landslide. With no bra and no resistance, they spilled forward heavily, dragging the suit with them, gathering softly over my thighs. They didn’t sit on top of my legs—they covered them. The curve of each breast spread out toward my knees. The pressure was warm and complete. My hands had nowhere to go.
I looked down and felt something I couldn’t name. Not shame, not pride. Just the strange, private fact of it. The fullness. The weight. The reality that this was me, now.
The cheetah print warped across the slope of my chest in waves, some of it shadowed by the sheer size of what lay in my lap. It didn’t look sexy. It looked impossible. Like I’d borrowed the boobs from every woman I'd ever met and collected them all in this cheetah print cage
I sat like that for a long time. No photos. No distractions. Just my breath, the pressure on my thighs, and the quiet stretch of fabric doing its best.
-plushy 🐆🐆
Comments
Kaido
Basically, if you look at the contour of your chin and the lines of your mouth, you should have a relatively nice face shape. If we leave breasts out of the game for now.👍👌🙏🙌🙌🙌.
Greg
Incredible how they jiggle and really sink from the weight! Also your side boob and front boob alone could be DDD not including the 80% rest of boob beneath!! 😝😛
Justin L Kaunitz
It might touch the knees.
Lorenzo Alpine
Will you post more vids like this?
lolly8990
Sir this is a Wendy's
Macromastiafan
soooooooo sexy and beautiful :)) thank you very much for this post (L) would be even better if it would be a bit longer tho ;-)
xxrobert34
Damn hot and horny video. I wish you were sitting in front of me so I could unwrap both of them and cum all over them :-) I really wish you would post something offensive. I would love to see your breasts in all their glory, how beautiful they both look. I am an absolute lover of big breasts and I love getting a hard cock when I see great, horny big breasts. But I can absolutely understand that this is extremely detrimental to your health and that something urgently needs to be done, from a medical point of view. I can hardly imagine the hardships you must be going through.
