Imagine having a pair of knockers so huge and heavy with milk, they audibly slosh with each step you take -- and conveniently hide your cute little baby bump~
Oh huge tiddies to small pregnant belly, my beloved! Size differences of bellies to chest is always so good.
Instead of my belly blowing up like a balloon, my chest does. All the hormones seem to think my chest isn't perfect enough (I'm at DDD territory) so my body decided the catchphrase "bigger is better" was going to be made true. I'm so well-endowed I have to get custom bras so I'm not indecent in public! People's eyes are drawn to my chest of their own volition—they can't help but gawk at them. Especially when they could have their own gravitational pull.
As for my bump it's small. I have that pregnant belly look but the baby is a little peanut. I have to look in a mirror to really see how round my body has gotten since I got pregnant. They're healthy as can be so the doctors aren't too worried about why they're on the smaller side. I make the joke all the growth hormones went straight to my tits to make me a milk cow. Everyone laughs when I make that joke.
It's not a lie—I started dribbling milk early on in my pregnancy. It also didn't help that I got curious with a pump and made a schedule for myself. I can't say that I hate it, it feels amazing to witness such a change in my body that pregnancy brings. Sometimes when I can't pump on time it can get uncomfortable but being able to feel how heavy my chest gets and hearing all that milk slosh as my tits sway? It's near orgasmic.
I wonder often how it would feel to have someone drink from the tap. Someone must help me keep milk production up when I'm too lazy to pump or hand express. Would you be up to the task darling?