Pontoons in a Canoe

Been a while. I wish I could tell y'all my breasts have slowed down or become easier to manage but, the beat I can say is that I'm accepting how far this all might go.

Honestly I haven't really been feeling all that good.

I mean sometimes I feel really good but...

The last month was supposed to be about vacation and resting, but this little video posted above is kind of a perfect encapsulation of expectations being dashed and reality setting in.

Kayaking trips should be filled with fun and sun, but you can only schedule the trip, not predict the weather.

When we got out to our little cabin I was so excited because we were meeting up with a couple of my friends.

Heather I haven't seen in a while. Her and her husband had always been very good friends with me and my partner, around 2 years ago we used to go on double dates and see movies and such but they moved to the boonies so it's been a while.

Wish I could say that she's been keeping up with me, but she definitely hasn't. I don't think that every friendship from high school is meant to last a lifetime, but me and her were extremely extremely close and I thought that she would have checked in a bit more, especially since she does know about my condition.

Nothing really prepared me for the amount of judgmental looks that I was going to feel from her, which I think was because of her husband.

The cabin that we rented was on a lake and I honestly had anxiety the second I knew about that. My chest has yet to meet a bikini up for the task of covering them in any meaningful way.

Not that coverage is my only worry, the heavier they've gotten, the lower their reaches. Sometimes I wish they'd actually just get longer and more manageable, but they seem to grow out in all directions as they grow.

They are now officially at my waist though, something I never thought I'd see or say nevermind see everyday.

As some of y'all will know from previous posts, a reduction is not an option for me. So I've started to realize that my waist may just be the most recent barrier. My boobs have blown past, worryingly, they have not slowed down at all this past month.

The most recent minimizer bra that I bought for the trip was tight and pinching in places by the end of the month that it wasn't the beginning. This is the fastest. I've noticed a piece of clothing go from, not totally filled with boob, completely overwhelmed with breast fat and tissue. Clearly bulging and bloating out of the tops and armpits of the cups.

Suffice to say, the main task that my body is interested in recently, glandular breast production and storing adipose fat on my chest specifically, hasn't slowed down one bit. A fact that many of y'all will be both excited and worried to hear.

And I'm still right along there on the ride with y'all, although none of this is normal, none of this is something I'd suggest someone else do if they could, I have realized that. My boobs do make me special in a weird way.

Not just the fact that they're so much larger than almost anyone I meet, but also the fact that my body is so little in comparison. The reality of my proportions is that I have difficulty getting around now, and I have to think about even turning because of how heavy they are on my spine and shoulders, but with the workouts I've been working into my life I have to say that it's just another thing I'm getting used to.

My doctors have told me that a cane might be an interesting idea, and I've actually started looking into wheelchairs because I think it may be at that point now. A lap full of boob sounds better than a sore back especially since they show absolutely no signs of slowing and I cannot have them reduced.

It's funny, because I am honestly mostly asexual, but my interest in my own boobs originally was that I had a bit of a kink around bondage. Boob bondage, but not in the way you might think. I do enjoy having my breasts bound, but that's not what I mean. I mean that I'm being bound, immobilized, literally by my own breasts.

In some odd sadistic way, I'm actually enjoying the fact that my breasts are slowly taking away the liberties that other normal women enjoy and take for granted.

It's not normal to have to wonder if you'll need help reaching the edges of your breast and cleaning them, dressing them, even getting up. But this is the reality of my life now as tit has grown out, down, and just generally taking up more volume in my world.

And not just physical space either, but obvious mental space as well.

At the cabin, Heather's husband seemed completely unable to be normal around me.

His entire demeanor was apparently different when I walked in the room. My partner told me about this and I can't say I was shocked, but I wasn't aware that he even liked bigger breasts, Never mind Medically large gigantomastia volumes of glandular oddity.

I feel like I could see his pulse quicken whenever I walked into the room, his gaze dipping down toward them, then reflexively going back up to my eyes, then he would make really long uncomfortable eye contact, as though he had to otherwise his eyes might be magnetized again to my generous, but covered as much as possible, bosom.

I can kind of understand, If there's a guy around who's really hot I definitely glance. Or if there's a girl who has an especially large and noticeable butt I can have a bit of trouble not staring, so I kind of get it, but it's nothing to the level that I experienced with him.

Like he had no control over his nervous system at all once my breasts were even remotely visible. Even covered up in a sweatshirt and a minimizer bra, just the curve of my heavy assets partially visible, although it was much much worse once I put my swimsuit on.

I got a one suit before the trip, knowing full well that it wouldn't fit all of the new me, but a bikini was also not going to cut it. So I figured might as well overflow something that connects at the belly rather than just have something that barely covers my areola peeky areola.

And as you can see, I definitely had a lot of trouble around covering that pesky side boob that overflows so easily these days.

A couple of y'all have asked me what cup size bra would cover my armpit titty overflow, and my current guess is a DD. Lol.

More tiddy peeking out of my armpit than many girls have in their whole bra, a true embarrassment of riches.

Even in a normal tank top and cardigan (my most normal and regular thing to go out in) I caught the stares of a few of the other campers.

Definitely made me feel a bit more on edge, and not want to go out during the sunnier times. Something that I didn't realize would be a side effect of my more and more ample bosom.

There was cloud cover on the third day and I decided that that's when I wanted to go out on the canoe, hopefully there wouldn't be that many other canoers.

I was right, which ended up being a good and a bad thing. It was an issue because I also haven't been canoeing since my boobs have grown so out of control, and didn't factor in their new weight. They give me a completely new center of gravity.

I'm also super terrible at using the paddle now with 2 jiggling obstacle courses in the way. My boyfriend ended up telling me to just leave my paddle behind, which I thankfully and gracefully, hopefully gracefully, obliged.

Every movement of that canoe sent my breasts quivering, wobbling, throwing my balance off, then I'd have to catch myself on the other side as their 30 plus pounds of weighty worry would move me to the side, I put up with this for about 45 minutes until my body literally felt so weak from the constant clenching and rebalancing that I told him to go back. Another one of many, many side effects of having such insanely big breasts that I never could have imagined beforehand.

We almost capsized several times and I know that y'all love my much much bigger than average boob problems, so I had him take a little video of us having one of these issues.

Once we got back to land I couldn't wait to get my bra on so that I'd have to deal with a bit less of the constant weight shifting back and forth. I put the bra on backwards as I normally do, shifted it around, and put the eight clasps together before nestling everything in and, giving my whole body a little jump to nestle their unwieldy weight into the cups as fully as possible... I heard a snap.

The strap just gave up. My fat tits, overfilled the cups, but now sagged down to my waist, completely unsupported.

It honestly made me so so angry. It's not that long ago that I bought this bra and they aren't cheap. The new weight of my overfed, overgrown, overwhelmingly big breasts has officially proven too much for metal and stitching specifically designed to house and support breasts that are far far bigger than normal, and I, they, BROKE IT. Literally destroyed the straps from their own dumb tit weight.

It's gotten to the point where I sometimes think of them when I'm eating. I imagine all the little particles entering my mouth completely skipping the digestive process and just being allocated directly into my breasts as more. Always more.

More than store bought garments can handle anymore.

I'll be forced to have customs made from now on. I probably should have had them already, but maybe I was in a bit of denial around how big they really are.

It's surreal looking down at them, a lap full of tidd, and also knowing that the odd itchy pulsating feeling I have at night, that keeps me up, is them growing more.

I have to pretend it's not happening sometimes or else I'll think of it ONLY. And I'm a person who ruminates already, I don't need even more obsessive thoughts.

" Your boobs are growing right now, your boobs are growing right now, they're literally growing, right now" could take over my whole head so sometimes I need to just play a video game and chill out.

And even now, my bondage side enjoys it a bit. Being a submissive to my own breasts. Not just my torso taken over by them, not just my lap, not even just my mobility, but even my mind, dominated entirely by a bosom thats only intention is seemingly more.

...God what a strange life my runaway hormones have inflicted on me. Lol.

Oh! I wanted to mention to y'all, I'm going to put up one more big post on this patreon, but then I'm moving over to a new service called Fanvue.

Some other creators like me have recently had issues with their patreons getting shut down and, instead of just letting that happen, I figured I would move to a service that seems a bit more stable for this kind of not quite NSFW but still boob focused content.

My new blog entries will be going up on Fanvue.com.

I know this last month with me on vacation has had a big lull in the amount of posts I've done on here, so I'll have one more big retrospective for the last month going up soon.

When I started writing the canoe post I realized that I actually had about 4 more events I wanted to add to this (A wedding I went to, a concert, and seeing the new Superman all had very embarrassing tiddy tales to go into exhaustive description on) but it got so disjointed and long that I decided to just give y'all another patreon exclusive before moving over to Fanvue.

I do have a short video over there now that is exclusive to that platform. And to those of y'all who won't be joining me over there, I thank you for your support for my content so far. Thanks so much for being with me on this weird wobbly ride.

(For those of y'all that paid for a full year subscription, message me, I'll make it right for you :)

-Plushy 🍈🍈