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Moving (Mammaries)
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 17:44:32 +0000 UTCMoving is stressful even when it's all planned out.
And Im not a good planner.
At best I'm a decent improviser, and even then I could use some work.
Okay backstory.
So me and my partner have some downstairs neighbors who I have become really annoyed with over the past couple months.
Recently, they came upstairs and had the gall to tell us to quiet down at 7:00 p.m. on a Friday night. I had some younger cousins over to play nerf guns and run around, and my downstairs neighbors apparently have a newborn, something I didn't get the memo on. (They updated no one).
I'm not totally without compassion, if I had known that they have a newborn baby, I could have tried to be a little quieter, but we live in an apartment complex and I also think it's pretty ridiculous to expect that somebody is going to be quiet at 7:00 p.m. on a Friday nightn
Most of the time we are just playing video games or cooking or watching something, (sometimes massaging a ridiculous volume of sore girl glands.... But not that night π π₯³)
Anyway, all this to say we started looking for new apartments and finally found one. Another apartment complex, but hopefully with no Karen neighbors.
I asked my dad to use his truck, which my partner drove (I'm not great at driving anymore since boob started bulging out and filling all the space between my torso and my knees .. you can imagine, my elbows getting close together is already an issue, nevermind the subtle back strength that you'll probably use entirely to turn the wheel, which I'm I end up having to use like a big wooden spoon in a cauldron of heavy tiddy, all of it pooled up between the steering wheel and my arms.)
Boxing stuff up wasn't easy either since ...yeah, breast becomes a hindrance to essentially every physical task I come into contact with (And believe me they are coming into contact with a lot more than they used to)
I'll be honest, I was being brave in that picture cuz I wanted to get one for y'all, I didn't really move toooo many boxes. (That one has a few fabrics and linens in it)
Bending over and lifting up boxes is not really my forte anymore. 24 pounds of tiddy isn't helping me at all. It's also not sturdy weight that's easy to maneuver, they squish into things, wobble on top of boxes, fill any space they can pour into, and sway forward when I drop stuff. They're heavy enough now that swaying forward actually makes me lose my balance a bit
Imagine you have two 12 lb dumbbells in your hands and you swing forward, now imagine it's jelly filled tiddz with no respect for my back. You're getting closer. Also they sore from constant hormonal stuff going on within.
I think I could get a Gold medal in complaining at this point.
I also found that I was getting out of breath quite a bit more than before. I guess it makes sense. I essentially have a jiggling rucksack on my front that wasn't there last year ... Still makes me feel a bit useless.
Like, I'm not actually breastfeeding, why the hell would nature see fit to make my body just keeping adding breast weight? I understand it's all chemistry and messed up biological systems, but it still keeps me perplexed.
I feel like evolutionary arguments don't even make sense here.
Survival of the fittest?
Survival of the tittest?!
I can barely move faster than a light jog without my front fat becoming a wave form. π
How's that helping me survive?! Lol
Anyway, I'm still here. Still working on acceptance. Thx for reading. Till next week
Tata from Hansel and Gretel π ππ€£
Comments
xxrobert34
Wow, I'm speechless, it's so damn hot. If only you would meet me like that and there was no one else here except you and me. Then I would, or rather, I would have to, take out my hard cock and cum hard, hoping you'd watch :-)
KingFeeder
There is so much that is wildly hot in this pic and post. I really like how massively Hansel and Gretel are smushed into that box. How they are so big and heavy that between them and the box your fingertips can nearly reach the bottom of the box. And even more how your wrists are straining under the weight of that light box and heavy melons. I also love how they are so big they basically makes a common task like driving impossible. I love how they were a hindrance in packing, and basically bump into everything these days. I love how they can litterally throw you off balance now, that is mega hot!!! And I totally think having mega huge boobs is an evolutionary advantage. Nearly all guys and many woman would want to save you at all costs, humans are a social tribe/village structure type creation so being able to produce enough milk for more than one baby at a time could give the group a competitive advantage by freeing up time for other women to do worker bee tasks, and from a natural attraction standpoint, I'm sure you would be able to have any partner you wanted regardless of any "competition" (ha, no one could compete with you). So yeah, you are likely simply more advanced evolutionarily. π
