Sincerity is super sleepy

Tired, Sleepy. 18+ only probably! Used to be SuddenlyN*vember Mostly lesbian, weird gay idiot, tired of thinking, frequently horny, love tiddy

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

New Tumblr here~

Hi! So this is a new tumblr - going to try and start this whole thing over!

(I was formerly SuddenlyNovember. Am I allowed to say that?)

Purpose of my last tumblr was to be a more anonymous small tumblr where I could talk about kink, adult stuff, h*rny posting, thirstposting, all my depraved fantasies, because I’m really bad at connecting myself to my feelings or my wants, and just all around a lil bit repressed.

I’m an Asi*n Americ*n adult woman, sapphic (women mostly - I still have some feelings involving kink and male attraction that’s a little messy), I like writing fanfic, roleplay, mostly text & written content, but not above naughty pictures. I love stupid big t*ddies, b*mbo content, buff butch ladies, high femme ladies, some monsterf*cking, a lot of different TF & TF-adjacent stuff, some MC stuff, dabbled with some raceplay (it is complicated) and all kinds of things! 

Maybe I will also vent out some of my thoughts interrogating my kinks, relationship to my different cultures, performing femininity, maybe even stuff about games or books or my favorite ships. Maybe vent about work and being ridiculously h*rny, I don’t really know!

* if you see me asterisking out random words it is because, idk, im paranoid about tumblr’s blacklisting stuff.

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

One thing I see too rarely in bimbofication or IQ Loss stuff is the transitional phases, especially from the victim’s POV.

I love love love that part where she knows she SHOULD be able to figure something out, but its just a bit hard to focus. Or when trying to work on a solution, rather than recognizing she’s not as sharp, she decides the problem is just way more complicated than she first thought.

Or when she insists she’s still like, super smart, and WAY smarter than others, and is very smug. Like someone else can bully or tease her about being a big dummy but she mocks them because she knows for sure that shes still way smart!

Or when she starts to figure it out and gets flustered or upset, because she can dimly recognize how bad it has gotten, or is going to get…

[growth-opportunities]

You described both avarice and greed in your story very well. Specifically the story about big boobs being an inconvenience and how even after all of that you still don't want it to stop

That's really the hallmark of true size greed, isn't it?

Anyone can want to be bigger, but only the truly broken, the truly greedy want to be big despite.

Despite having tits so big that no bra shop would carry a bra big enough to hold them, she still wants to be bigger.

Despite having her massive breasts block her field of view, making seeing her feet a trial and making walking down stairs actively dangerous, she still wants to be larger.

Despite being so huge that everything she wears, no matter how chaste, is warped and made lewd by her humongous, sloshing pornmeat tits, she still wants to be bigger.

Despite her tits being her most obvious and recognizable feature, to the point where they take over her personality and people's perception of her, eventually seeing her as nothing more than a colossal pair of tits, she still wants to be bigger.

Every outgrown bra, every brushed-against doorframe, every seatbelt trapped in her cleavage might have discouraged a woman who merely wanted to be big. Every time her tits accidentally knocked something off a counter, every time they made her back ache, every time someone spent an entire conversation looking at them instead of her, a weaker woman might have been discouraged.

For the truly warped, the truly greedy, those things just make her even more desperate to be bigger!

It's not just about wanting more. In the face of everything that would make a reasonable person stop, despite everything that would make being so big a burden, her greed never falters. It never wavers. It always burns in the back of her mind. Those drawbacks and inconveniences just remind her that, while she may be absolutely gigantic, she's still not big enough.

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

This, the inconvenience~ I love it~

[himejoshikomaeda]

can we reset the timeline i was supposed to have j-cups

[himejoshikomaeda]

can we reset the timeline i was supposed to have k-cups

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

Love the idea of reality rewriting where the desire remains unchanged. So you remember wanting bigger tits, but you’ve always had a pretty decent sized chest, right

You can’t shake this desire that you want to be bigger, even though you’re already bigger than everyone you know.

You know it sounds silly, but some part of you wants to be even bigger, even though the sides of your boobs brush the door frame when you pass through.

It’s sick, really. You already have a hard time managing your bust, sizing clothes, reaching for things, getting around. But there’s a feeling, a weird feeling, that wants them even bigger.

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

my girlfriend and i both have pretty small busts but we both love huge tits, its like some sort of ironic tragedy tbh

[jsketch12]

"Alors! That sunscreen won't apply itself, you know~"

[growth-opportunities]

They won't stop growing.

I won't let them.

Every morning you wake up and your tits are a little bit bigger, a little bit heavier, a little bit fuller. You feel them weigh on your chest, jiggling and sloshing as you rise up from bed, bouncing as you walk over to your dresser. Even wrapping your arm around them, feeling their softness bulge over and under, isn't enough to fully dampen the movements of your growing tits. You already feel the familiar dread in your chest as you pull open your drawer and pull out a bra. You know it'll be too small, too tight, forcing your growing tits to bulge over the cups. It always is, day after day, even after upgrading to new sizes. But what choice do you have? Your shirts do nothing to hide the obscene shape your tits take squeezed into the too-small bra. If anything, their tightness just highlights the uneven shape of your soft, wobbling tits. Everyone will see. Everyone will know. They can't be hidden and it gets worse every day.

And that's exactly how I want it to be.

I want every jiggle, every wobble to be a reminder of what I've done to you. Every time you feel your tits brush against something or rest against the table as you lean forward, I want you to think about me and what I've done to you. I took you and molded you and reshaped you and grew you and grew you and grew you. And now, more and more every day, your entire world revolves around the tits I gave you. Nobody looks you in the eye anymore. People gawk at you and stare at you and whisper about you as you walk by them, tits sloshing with every step. Every inch you grow—every inch that I force onto your chest—shifts the focus of your entire world a little more towards your tits. They're eclipsing the rest of you, taking over your life. All because of me. I wanted this for you. Now you have to live with it.

And it's only made worse by the fact that it feels so fucking good.

You spend hours every night groping yourself, kneading your tits, tugging on your nipples. The perception of your tits as the center of your being isn't just external, but shifting internally, too. The bigger I make you, the more your life revolves around your tits. More and more frequently, you fall asleep dizzy and basking in orgasmic glow, mindlessly repeating "I'm just tits. I'm just tits. I'm tits. I'm tits." There's a part of you that worries that your tits will eclipse your identity if I keep making you bigger. There's a part of you that can't fucking wait.

[crossedblade]

Knights with body modifications, please.

Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.

[massivebagingos]

oh yeah, i should post the marianne image i mentioned earlier.

again, i have no idea where it truly originates from, all i know is that whoever made it was absolutely jerking it crazy style while typing it up.

i just wonder what the person i nabbed it from (i think it was a meme page..?) was doing with it...

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

Not sure why I’ve seen so much fanart with giving Marianne huge tits, she’s not even one of the more busty characters of the game!

Hilda’s prime bimbo material, Mercedes is the kindly big sister, Manuela is a desperate mess, Byleth herself is impressively top-heavy for a living lethal weapon!

Not complaining, just saying….

[jsketch12]

"Alors! That sunscreen won't apply itself, you know~"

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

is this a safe space to mention that, as a cis woman with a small chest who is fond of big boobs, it is kind of heartbreaking seeing a number of trans friends end up outgrowing me like come on, wheres my hormone treatment........

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

yeah, im aggressive aggressive about putting them in my mouth

[milkyenthusiast]

i think they should let cis girls get cocks if they want so they too can share in the joy of paizuri

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about this tbh

[edward-cishet-hands]

bursting_breasts save me

lactation_through_clothing save me

[edward-cishet-hands]

wardrobe_malfunction save me

bouncing_breasts save me

yuri save me

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

humbly suggesting inconvenient_breasts

[growth-opportunities]

"Please, you have to help me! My boobs just won't stop growing and I don't know how to make it stop! These things already destroyed my bra and I don't know how much longer my shirt is going to last! I'm sorry for going into your room, but all I did was look at one of your dumb books and- Hhnnn... Fffuuuccck! The f-fabric... dragging over my nipples... it's driving me insane! It's... mmmf! It's getting h-hard to think! For fuck's sake, how do you stop this?! I'm sorry for going into your room! I'mm sorry for looking at your stuff! I didn't even know what I was reading! I just said sommme words out loud! I didn't mmmmean to- Ooohhnnnn... Oh, god, mmmy boobs... mmmy tits... mmmy udders! I feel like a fucking cow! Just fix it, p-please! I can't get any mmmooore mmmoossive! Shit, you have to do sommmething! What's happening to mmoooo? Mooo!? Mooooooo!"

[growth-opportunities]

Your greed is going to bury you.

The cycle repeats over and over and over again.

It starts when you get bigger. Immediately, you love your new size. You flaunt your curves in new clothes and relish in the attention. It turns you on to look down at your round, heavy bust and know that you're so much bigger than you used to be. There are struggles, certainly; navigating with that much tit hanging off your front is difficult when you're not used to it. You're bumping into things (and people), knocking things over, still getting used to how much space your new, huge tits actually occupy.

And then, slowly, over time, you do get used to it.

The novelty wears off quickly. You have a new wardrobe, one that actually fits. Some people still gawk at you as you walk by, but most people you see regularly have grown accustomed to your new size. It's not a surprise anymore. Each day that passes, the thrill of how big you've gotten wears thinner and thinner. You're no longer bigger; you're just big. It's just the way you are.

That's not good enough for someone as greedy as you, is it?

The greed eats at you, wears at you, fills you with seething envy as you see someone even bigger than you.

Before you know it, the cycle is getting ready to repeat.

You chase the high of the first fill-up with the next one, pumping your saline-stuffed tits even larger and tighter.

No matter how big you make yourself, the cycle is inevitable and merciless. Eventually, the new and the novel become your everyday life and so you go for another fill-up, pumping even more saline into your tits than the last time. And again. And again. And again.

Even when each tit is sloshing with tens of thousands of cubic centimeters of saline, even when your clothes completely fail to hide how gargantuan you've inflated yourself, even when the weight of your own greed bears down on you and traps you underneath your swollen, overfilled, inflated tits, your obscene porn balloons, the greed will still burn inside you.

The cycle repeats.

You need to be bigger.

Not just big.

Always bigger.

Always growing.

Always inflating.

Always bigger.

[sincerity-is-sleepy]

standing around outside on my midnight break cupping my tit just to feel something

dont notice my coworker walk by

she asks if im good and i couldnt figure out what to say or do so i just shook my head