Nature's Argument. Growing Glands in the Garden of Excess.

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I'm keeping it ..

Heft and Heave

Heft and heave, Hansel and Gretel eat. They overeat. They grow.

When I look down at myself it’s still obscene to me that “more” is even an option. But my body keeps choosing it—day after day, week after week—and now, unbelievably, year after year.

These overgrown glands have been swelling for more than twelve months straight, dragging me further into sizes I didn’t know existed.

TikTok Bras

I’ve been on TikTok, lurking in those live streams where women sell clothing. It’s embarrassing how comforting their voices are—warm, encouraging, supportive. I find myself leaning in, listening, almost lulled by their easy cheer.

They hold up compression wear and bras, talking about how these garments will smooth, lift, contain. And the whole time I can’t stop comparing. Their chests look almost dainty next to the behemoth mountains of gland and fat my chest has become. Even the very largest bras they sell—designed for plus-size women, with breasts that are proportionate to their overall frames—don’t stand a chance against me.

And still my body keeps creating. Keeps forcing more into being. 😬

It doesn’t feel fair. They get colors, styles, lace, playful frills. I get beige, industrial support, utilitarian scaffolding. And even those don’t fit. I’ve learned that overflow is inevitable. Every bra I buy, no matter how enormous, leaves a halo of spillage.

Beyond “Too Big”

It’s like the universe had so many natural stopping points.
“Overwhelmingly big.”
“Too big.”
“Obnoxiously big.”

Any of those would have been a mercy. But no.

My body lunged forward into the realm of shock.

When I finally admit my bra size in the TikTok chat—after the hosts pester me into revealing it—there’s always that beat of silence. First shock, then worry, then the inevitable two responses:

“Yeah, the XXXL should fit!” (It won’t.)
Or, “I’m so sorry, girl. We don’t have a bra that will fit you.”

And then comes the humiliation: they click on my profile. They see me. See them. One woman actually passed her phone around the room, letting others react in real time.

“Oh my God.”
“Oh wow.”

Worse are the ones who try to gaslight me. “You’re not that big.” Women with 34F cups trying to tell me they understand. That’s like an almond trying to understand a pumpkin.

Living With Spillage

I’ve had to accept that sexy clothing, for me, means overflow. Spillage is the new norm. That soft, fatty mammary muffin-top you see in my pictures isn’t an accident—it’s surrender. It’s me admitting that no garment will ever fully contain what I’m carrying.

And it’s not just looks. It’s motion. It’s physics. The most delicate, jiggly part of my breasts is exactly what sticks out past the edge of every bra, quivering with every inhale. I can barely breathe without them trembling. Walking is a full-body wobble.

I’ve developed an awkward choreography for everyday life: turning sideways through doorframes, pressing my arms against my chest on stairs, holding my breath during hugs because most arms don’t reach my back anymore. The smallest counter bump makes me flinch; the exposed edges are too sensitive, too aware.

Retreating to the Woods

That’s why I make my videos in the woods. Out there, I’m safe. Out there, the trees don’t gawk. My too-tight dress clings and pulls, seams straining, but the only witnesses are leaves and branches.

And walking through the forest in that dress, with my chest jiggling like bowls of custard strapped to my frame, I almost feel mythic. A cursed forest spirit. A nymph redesigned by some perverted god.

Maybe that’s what they’ve done—turned me into a symbol.

The Nature Gods’ Debate

I imagine their council meetings:

“Don’t you think she’s had her fill of breast and then some?”

“Did the humans have their fill of wood? Of lumber? Of trees? No—they took more, then more, until their greed became obscene, year after year. Why should she get to stop?”

“Yes, but she can’t possibly receive this much bosom year after year. Surely she’ll reduce.”

“Can the forest simply have surgery? No. So we’ve made that impossible for her as well. She will take what bosom we give, and we are sending more.”

“Good Lord, can’t you see she can’t take anymore? As a symbol of fertility, she’s too big. As a symbol of motherhood, she could feed nations already! What is she a symbol of?”

“Overindulgence. She is a mirror of the world’s gluttony. Never satisfied, never content with one plate—always seconds, always more. Growth for its own sake, no matter the cost.”

“But why her?”

“Because she doesn’t want it. Because she protests. Because she resents every new ounce. That’s what makes her the perfect symbol.”

“They’ll cheer her growth anyway. They’ll love her drowning beneath it, struggling.”

“Yes probably. So we’ll make her breasts incredibly healthy as well. A new medical vocabulary will be needed just to describe her—entire bodily systems rerouted to breast growth and upkeep. Calories devoured, metabolized, funneled straight into them.”

“And what happens when she’s immobilized? When her head bobs above an ocean of her own chest, unable to wash or feed herself, bed bound by boobs, wheelchair ridden from their enormity?”

“That is the point. Seeing her—a small boat in a vast ocean of bosom , swamped and sinking—it may finally give them pause.”

“You’re sick.”

“No. They are sick. And she is the shock to their system that is needed.”

"Some...maybe even MOST may be shocked by her,...but enough of them will accept her, accept them, and even want to feed her size that it won't change anything. She will find a way. Maybe even start a community that understands and even wants this for her. Her breasts will be most of her, but her life will go on, surviving, pushing on, because even underneath 30 pounds of breast, 60 pounds, hundreds even, life goes on, adaptive and beautiful. They are greedy because of their love of life, not death. They will find balance.

Aaaaanyways....

Got a little carried away there. Lol.

So I'm thinking I'll try to do just one post a month now. But it'll be more premium like this one hopefully has been. I'll likely do two at least, but I wanna have time to get something really premium feeling for y'all. I hope it's worth the wait and 10$.

I got a video editor. Hope y'all enjoying. And yes I know my knees are weird.

Oh also also I got a 34 L cup on the way from the tik tok shop. It's the biggest bra they had...so I'll update y'all how that fits soon.

-Plushy 🍈🍈