Titty Diary, week 1

My tits are raw and grumpy from having the falsies stick to them continuously. I really need to give the falsies a through cleaning to get the residual adhesive off; there’s enough lingering there that just pressing them against my tits within a bra makes them start sticking here and there. And occasionally chafing.

Tonight for a bit I fooled around with a bra full of water balloons as a break. Normally when I do this I am going for absurd cartoon playtime boobs that really don’t fit in any off-the-shelf bra, and this is what I did at first. But then I decided to try scaling down to about the same mass as the falsies I’ve been wearing. And holy shit was that a good idea; my body very very quickly told me that having jiggly tits that are 3–4 cup sizes than my actual ones is a thing that I really, really like. As in “I got really turned on really quickly by this, and feel like I could just about make myself cum by thinking really hard about how much I enjoy having tits like this”.

I will of course want to make my final decision with the aid of my chosen cosmetic surgeon, after handling a few sample implants of both types and stuffing them in my bra for a test drive, but I feel like my body has very firmly come down on the side of saline implants rather than silicone ones tonight. Because fuck did that feel good.

I’ve got the silicone falsies on again, because I’m going to go out for some dinner, and the water balloons really aren’t shaped properly for this. It looks super obvious that I have water balloons down my bra, plus I slosh when I move (which is um kinda really fucking hot for me, and really embarassing, and really hot, and really not a thing I want going on when I’m just going out for a couple late-night slices of pizza). But goddamn is there a sensation of “yes this is how your kinesthetics should feel” when I have those modest-sized balloons in my bra.

I learnt a thing tonight, I guess.

(In other titty news I ran in to an acquaintance at a convention this weekend. She complimented my necklace and just about stuck her nose down my bra while she was looking at it. We’ve flirted a little before but it’s never been that blatant; I am more than a little inclined to ascribe that to my larger-than-usual bosom.)

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