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Minimizing at the Market (Mammary Memoirs)
🕑 Added 2024-11-21 16:20:33 +0000 UTCPacking the girls into 2 sports bras, and a minimizer, that would've fit 2 months ago, and seeing this much of me overwhelming the cups... in a supermarket I've never been to? I would've felt more comfortable in a lions den.
But this is my reality when I choose to go on a trip. Air BnB in a state up north I'd never been to. The trip was, amazing, overwhelming, cute, and exhausting.
Day One:
The Drive.
A long long drive. My body isn't built for long sriv a anymore. My partner drive the entire time but even in the passenger seat I'm crowded by my own body at this point. My shoulders and back lurching forward for hours. I end up literally holding them with my arms crossed just to take their enormous weight off my lil body. Annoying, but manageable.
At least I brought enough snacks.... Which end up making crumbs all over the tiddies... Which I don't notice and then my partner calls me a slob. I feel like blobs, but am a slob? Idk
We drove through some mountains and I could feel the pressure in my ears change....but also in my breasts. This was an odd sensation I can't say I was ready for.
As we peaked I could feel the boobies shifting and....idk, changing, similar to how your nasal cavities shift during a flight ....but inside the abundant glandular tissue of my chest.
Idk if it's advisable to bring my body through sudden pressure changes, but I also don't wanna live my life inside so ... Onward and upward!
Once we actually got to the cabin i was so tired, but relieved. I could've fallen asleep right there, but it was dark, and we needed to move things inside.
My shoulders are already in shambles so adding to my normal burden is something I do only at the gym normally, so I brought in only the snack bag. Was kinda hot watching my partner lugg in all the bags of stuff I realized on day 2 I didn't really need. Way over packed. The one thing I forgot in my ADHD and sugar fueled packing, a bulky jacket.
Sweatshirt, check. Sports bras, check. Something to camouflage my condition? At home, pining to be wrapped around my sumptuous chest and create a diversion.
Instead, I brought comfort clothes. T shirts I thought were oversized but recently have been feeling like a second skin. Seemingly put on specifically to highlight how much I've outgrown my brassieres, but I promise you it's incidental and not suggested. The night went well though.
We fell asleep on a California king and I realized just how much more room my chest has been taking up on my queen sized bed at home. Might be time to upgrade. I'm as shocked as y'all are at the fact that my BOOBS are affecting my BED. This shouldn't happen, but, what am I gonna do?
I have learned to build little pillow forts around them. Harness and strategically fence them in. Much easier with the wide open range of a california king and all the excess pillows of an air BNB. I was in heaven. When I fell asleep I actually forgot about the Tiddz, if only for a minute.
Day Two (final day) :
The morning brought a ride to a cute little hipster cafe and all the attention I've learned to ignore. Layering a sweatshirt around my jiggly prizes has become more than the norm, essentially a must if I don't wanna have to keep up my six sense for little conversational turns from strangers about my "situations."
I ate the biggest and most delicious sticky bun I've ever had in my life. Regretted the massive calorie bomb instantly after it was in me but felt it was okay while on a little vacay. Been on more vacay recently though but, I'll do some extra time on the elliptical when we get back (or so I say every time lol)
Next we relaxed and listened to music while my partner wrote a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I painted a little and felt very content in my own little world. My tummy began groaning and I petitioned for a grocery run since we are trying to save money and not go to restaurants rn.
We found some local places on Google maps and set out. Felt like adventure. I joked with him that if we came up on some goblins he is going to have to be the one to fight. I'm not as mobile as I once was and I was delicate to begin with. Onward.
The market was so small compared to what in use to. Like 5 or 6 aisles. I'm use to whole foods with easily 17, could be 100 for all I know. I typically look down these days and try not to notice the eyes on me.
This market definitely had its eyes on me. It's already pretty bad where I live, in society, lol, but out here in the sticks it was shocking just how open people were with their gawking.
In the meat section a young man stopped what he was doing and walked wide circles around us, pretending to do something I couldn't figure out.
I know I've grown a bit (a lot ๐ซ ) in the last 2 weeks, but his stares made me feel like I was on exhibit. My breasts two medical mysteries at the center of a tent. My eyes and face, my mouth even, a mere necessity to feed the true stars of the show. Why was he treating me like 2 squishy pieces of meat he could pack into the display?!
I'd forgotten my sweatshirt. It was warmer as the day went on and I'd forgotten my damn sweatshirt! It wasn't hiding much I thought but...I guess more than I knew.
A woman in the frozen section was even more daring, asking me if we were visiting, and staring at my chest 70% of the time she was speaking with me. She was speaking with my chest but my head needed to answer. Felt odd since I spend most of my time with my partner who is so use to them.
I took a little selfie for the patreon (above) since I knew I hadn't written anything in a bit and Im so seldom out in public like this. The one good thing that came out of this experience besides the shopping.
We got the food we needed (steak, asparagus, and potatoes) and tried to get out without any more conversation, but a women in line wouldn't allow that.
My partner has a sixth sense for when I'm feeling boob based discomfort from attention so he tries to shield me, but the cashier stared, the women in front of us looked back at me, and the woman behind us commented
"Y'all new in town? I haven't seen ya before and Id DEFINITELY remember her" pointing her eyes down at my breasts.
He answered for me, but I couldn't even hear. I probably blushed beat red, and I became frozen. It's a response of mine I wish I could change but, when people talk to me about my breasts, or acknowledge them in public, I become paralyzed and just comply with their conversational demands. Answering whatever they ask, just trying to be polite so they'll move on. Luckily my partner is a bit more confrontational.
We got out to the car and I felt relief and shame. The food at my feet, my stupid boobs taking up too much of my torso to keep them up there with me. I ran circles in my head for the next hour about how I should've responded to her.
"Yeah, I don't think I'd remember you"
Or
"Yeah we won't be here long"
"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS YOU FREAK!"
I might have over thought her words, but she doesn't know how often I'm faced with breast focused conversation that I didn't sign up for. Times like this I seriously consider the reduction.
But I also thought about how she would become the villain in my blog post and, in the moment I realized I could write about her, I felt some relief.
When we got back I meditated a bit, and did some stimming. My weird noisy little stim, then we cooked the steaks. I had a panic attack about whether or not bears know how to open doors, and enjoyed our night before driving back home early the next morning.
The moral of the story is that I'm not always going to be able to control my surroundings, what I'm wearing, or who sees me, but I can control how I react to it, and that's not the easy, but it's worth it to try.
That woman didn't know what she did was wrong, and it doesn't make it right, but I forgive her. And I wanna work on forgiving people in general. Even myself.
I often fall into shame around my breasts. My bras are feeling the booby bloat more than ever and I end up somehow blaming myself for their growth .. like I did something wrong to deserve them.
Stretching the limits of even my most faithful bras is NOT my fault. It's hormonal, or weight, idk all the time, but it's okay for me to be me. Even if some small town hicks don't know what to do when they see me jiggling down some stairs.
Lol.
Dealing with stairs and stares ... Walking up a pair of stairs causes people to stare at my pair. ๐ ๐ฎโ๐จ
Alright let's end this blog. Hope y'all enjoy.
-Plushy ๐๐
Comments
Mats
I never cease to be amazed at how rude people can be. Good thing that you have your boyfriend for support. You have beautiful smile, btw.
Shawn McKenna
Are you still planning on this?
xxrobert34
wow you look so amazing beautiful
Thunderpaws
I would definitely pay for that. Don't have to be full nude, topless would be just as amazing. Maybe some videos before then and after showing your breasts in mostion both in abd out of clothes would give us all an idea of just how big they really are getting?
Webbo
I would definitely pay for that. Really interested to see how your breast sit naturally on your body and how far out they protrude when not being compressed. Also of that was.possible in some type of shirt that showed that, would be very intersting to see
Voidsnake
Sucks about how much attention your boobs got at that store. I hope it didnโt ruin your mood too badly while you were there. Although i do have to admit the way the lady commented on your boobs put an image in my head that made me chuckle. I half thought she was about to give your tits a spank like a southern farm girl spanking a horses ass.
Portugiuse
When are you going to post something new? 5$ for no posts is actually expensive ๐ญ๐
Rebrab nhoj
When you mentioned the crumbs on your clothes it reminded me of a story when I was trying to finish a report at work. While I was writing, I was at a lunch table sitting with three women coworkers. One said to the women with double D breasts, โ you have crumbs on your sweater.โ She replied, โ I know. It always happens when I eat. Iโm used to it.โ As soon as she said that, I slowly looked up from my tablet and gave her a look saying to myself, โdid I really had tohear thatโ and she responded, โ Whatโs the matter? Didnโt you ever saw big boobs before?โ And she grabbed he boobs underneath and raised them up lunging to my face. Then my one friend who was full figured grabbed her breasts, raised them up and said, yeah. I got up and started laughing out of control saying to the three of them, โYโall crazy!โ This was part one.
Chris
I would pay for that too.
Plush
I may start a nude tier on here eventually. "Tasteful" nudes tho. Whatever that means.
Yojimbo06
I wish there was an easier way for you to hide them or draw attention away from them when you are out an about. You aren't an animal in an exhibit, you are a human being that has the same basic human rights as any other person. I'm sorry you have to go through all that.
kucko
your content is awesome! but have you thought of also trying OF since i think there are many of us willing to pay a lot more
Mookie Johnson
Fwiw, because of what you share, i am more conscious of the impact stares or conversation about boobs mean to the women who have them now. That sensitivity helps me make more respectful choices It's not that i wasnt aware before, butbthe awareness is much higher now
Guitar Player 1999
I think itโs impressive that you come here for some cathartic expression. Seems brave and safely anonymous. I cannot imagine what youโre living through but you appear to be a testament for strength regarding unavoidable changes in life. Bless you for sharing and wishing you peace and harmony.
NOKI
And when you go for drives... Do you lean your seat back for some comfort?
NOKI
Yeah if you are new they will say something but if you lived there... they would already been used to you and your partner
Bryan
I can't imagine what you have to deal with on a daily basis. I completely understand why you would stay away from grocery stores. I take it that you have grown a lot in the past few weeks
