My boobies keep growing. What? No, they're not growing physically, silly. That's impossible. No, no, no, they're growing in your mind, pushing out every thought you have until you're as booby-brained as me 😊
That's the magic of a truly perfect pair of tits, isn't it? We all love seeing a pair of tits grow and swell and expand, but when you have an exceptional pair of tits, already huge and soft and wobbly, they don't need to grow. At least, not directly. Not physically. Even if they don't take up more of your view, they take up more of your mind.
Every time you close your eyes, you see them. Even a little blink gives you a flash of cleavage in the split second of darkness. Their perfect size, perfect shape, perfect heft keep you up at night (sometimes with your hand busy, other times just picturing them) and, when you eventually fall asleep, they haunt your dreams, too. In your unconscious mind, you're resting your head against them, kissing them, sucking them, squeezing them, worshipping them. They're perfect! Why wouldn't you worship them?!
Pretty soon, every pair of tits reminds you of them. They become the standard against which all others are measured and nothing truly compares. Seeing a busty woman bounce down the street is exciting, but only because it makes you imagine those perfect tits bouncing instead. Getting a glimpse down someone's open shirt just makes you wish you had that same view but of those perfect, round tits. It's not even worth it to watch porn anymore; everything you see on your screen just can't measure up to them, sometimes literally. Your lewd imagination spreads until every moment of the day, no matter what you're doing or where you are or who you're with, you're thinking about those perfect tits.
All of that is just priming. The gradual conquering of your thoughts is only there to make it all the more powerful when you actually see them again. You had unknowingly conditioned yourself and seeing them in person nearly makes you cum on the spot. Immediately, you become a mewling mess, desperate for those tits that have occupied your thoughts and are, somehow, even more perfect in person. And the woman who owns them knows this. She sought you out. She wanted you to look at them, to know they're perfect, and to be enthralled by them. She wanted you to worship them. She wanted her perfect tits to be your singular obsession.
And if you think your obsession is intense, so booby-brained that you can't think about anyone or anything else, just imagine how it feels for her, getting to see them in every reflection, in every picture, hell, every time she looks down! Her boobs have claimed another victim, another worshipper, another devoted. And with the attention of two people groping and sucking and fucking, who knows? Maybe they might wind up growing bigger after all.
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