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a crash crash course on the golden age of hollywood
to state the obvious, this is not meant to be a be all end all guide. it’s just a start for people who wanna know more about some of the essentials of the era. there’s plenty of people and movies i didn’t include but at least now you can listen to vogue and understand all the references.
Have you read a lot of Growth Opportunities stuff? Do you have a favorite?
No first one
i just turned 32 and yet lol another boob puberty
tried to put on my 30ff bra...it didnt go well
it is over for y'all i'm gonna unleash my full sissi hypnosis and you are powerless
fully video-𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓵𝔂.: 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮
lol Fånsly says hypnosis is against tos wtf
hmmm, maybe i need to upgrade
We all know Stacy's mom has got it goin' on, but what about Stacy after her second puberty?
It had been weeks now and Stacy still hadn't gotten used to her new size. Her body was still learning that she could no longer sleep on her back and so, as her alarm blared, she did her best to reach out for the snooze button. Every movement, every flail of her arm sent ripples and wobbles through the enormous tits that say heavy on her chest, pinning her in place beneath them. By the time she finally managed to turn off the alarm, she was sweating, heart pounding, chest heaving. The few minutes that the snooze button earned her would pass in frustration and exhaustion but not a wink of sleep. As she caught her breath, she tried to roll onto her side, rocking back and forth to build up enough momentum. She had gotten pretty good at it by now and, as she tried not to let herself get distracted by the massive mounds on her chest, she finally was able to swing her breasts over and-
FWUMP!
The warmth of the bed and the covers was quickly replaced by the cold of the floor beneath Stacy, no longer under her tits bust resting on top of them. Her focus had been on getting out from beneath her breasts, which meant she wasn't thinking about how close the edge of the bed was. Her tits found the edge, though, and dragged her right over it, gravity winning out the floor rising up to meet her. She groaned, flailing her legs in frustration, burying her face in her own cleavage and letting out a scream. Above her head, once more just out of reach, her alarm started again.
Her life wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Her body wasn't supposed to turn out this way. She was just frustrated, that's all. Boys she thought had crushes on her, boys she invited over to her place, turned out to just be interested in her mom. And, if she was honest with herself, Stacy couldn't blame them. Her mother really did have it going on. She had a flawless hourglass figure, breasts big enough to dwarf her head and wide, womanly hips to match. Curiosity got the better of her once when doing the laundry, but knowing that her mother was a 34K did nothing to quell her anger. And puberty had left Stacy a perfectly good body! Her friends were jealous of her! F-cups and a nice ass to go with them. Half the school, guys and girls, ought to have been drooling over her! But she just couldn't compare to her mother's enormous figure and that left her overlooked.
After calming down and buckling in from her morning frustration, Stacy managed to rise up to her feet, nearly losing her balance. Her tank top, mercilessly stretched by her gargantuan bust, had ended up flossed between her tits, one of them bursting out. She adjusted, slipping it back in, though she didn't know why. A deep sigh rattled out of her as she lifted one of her few remaining bras out of her dresser, the cup taking up almost the entire drawer. As she turned it over in her hands, her eyes caught a small tear forming near the front of the band, where the two cups came together. It was a small tear, not even half an inch, but experience had taught her that small tears like that had ways of turning into big tears with a single jump or jostle. She groaned, making a mental note to order a new one before slipping it on anyway. It might be on its last legs, but it was all she had.
From everything she had read online, it was only supposed to give her a little boost. Most women were happy if they managed to get three cup sizes out of the medley of supplements and lotions and that was all Stacy was really looking for. While it would be nice to beat her mother, she just wanted to be able to compete! She was excited at the first cup size she gained. Elated at the second. Content at the third. Concerned at the fourth. Anxious at the fifth. Worried enough at the sixth to finally talk to a doctor. A bevy of tests and three more cup sizes later, she at least had something of an answer. The best guess of the team of doctors that oversaw her case was that her second puberty was either latent or dormant and the cocktail of treatments she had given herself was enough to jump start the process. Having a reason why she was changing so much and so rapidly was reassuring, but less reassuring was the fact that they couldn't tell her when it would stop. Or, for that matter, if it would stop.
The sheer size of her breasts had turned going down the stairs into an athletic challenge. Not only did her breasts bounce every time she dropped down to the next step, nearly brushing against her chin, but they blocked out a huge portion of her view. It came down to grace and balance, keeping herself upright so that she didn't go tumbling downward. The narrow walls on either side of the staircase gave her pause but, at least for now, there was an inch or two of clearance on either side so she wasn't at risk of getting stuck. Yet. She begged her mother to make sure the stairs were clear for her; if there were something sitting on a step, she wouldn't know it was there until she stepped on it and that would almost definitely mean a long, bumpy, bouncy ride down to the bottom. She'd be lucky if her shirt remained intact.
Stacy struggled to adapt to her breasts. Clothing was a constant hassle, buying a new wardrobe only to outgrow it a week later. Her friends' playful teasing turned into faux jealousy which, eventually, turned into real jealousy. Julia, one of her oldest friends, refused to speak to her. She didn't think there was any actual cheating going on, but hearing her boyfriend moan Stacy's name was enough to blame the growing woman for the failing relationship. Even baggy, oversized sweatshirts couldn't hide her gargantuan bust, pulling them tight and a bit of tit spilling out underneath. Just walking down the sidewalk made a scene, people gawking and whispering and, occasionally, outright yelling at her for being obscene. She avoided the produce section at the grocery store entirely, worried that just holding a cucumber would be enough to send some pearl-clutching religious bit into conniptions. The worst part is that they weren't entirely wrong, as their sensitivity had increased almost in proportion to her size. It wasn't uncommon for her to greet the dawn, sweaty and exhausted, still kneading her tits, having lost count of the orgasms around 2am.
As Stacy made her way towards the front door, already bracing herself to go through it at an angle to keep her breast from getting stuck, something in the laundry room caught her eye. She squeezed inside and there, on top of a pile of laundry, was her mother's bra. Her lips broke into a smirk, her first positive expression of the day, as she read the tag: still 34K. Stacy glanced over her shoulder, making sure her mother wasn't anywhere nearby before pressing the bra up to one of her tits. She bit her lip, shuddering as she realized that just one of the cups wasn't quite big enough to cover her areola and the entire bra, band and all, wouldn't reach around one of her tits, let alone both. She set the bra back in its spot and made her way outside, a new spring in her step and a smile on her lips.
For a fleeting moment, Stacy felt that, maybe, all the struggles were worth it.
build like this
We all know Stacy's mom has got it goin' on, but what about Stacy after her second puberty?
It had been weeks now and Stacy still hadn't gotten used to her new size. Her body was still learning that she could no longer sleep on her back and so, as her alarm blared, she did her best to reach out for the snooze button. Every movement, every flail of her arm sent ripples and wobbles through the enormous tits that say heavy on her chest, pinning her in place beneath them. By the time she finally managed to turn off the alarm, she was sweating, heart pounding, chest heaving. The few minutes that the snooze button earned her would pass in frustration and exhaustion but not a wink of sleep. As she caught her breath, she tried to roll onto her side, rocking back and forth to build up enough momentum. She had gotten pretty good at it by now and, as she tried not to let herself get distracted by the massive mounds on her chest, she finally was able to swing her breasts over and-
FWUMP!
The warmth of the bed and the covers was quickly replaced by the cold of the floor beneath Stacy, no longer under her tits bust resting on top of them. Her focus had been on getting out from beneath her breasts, which meant she wasn't thinking about how close the edge of the bed was. Her tits found the edge, though, and dragged her right over it, gravity winning out the floor rising up to meet her. She groaned, flailing her legs in frustration, burying her face in her own cleavage and letting out a scream. Above her head, once more just out of reach, her alarm started again.
Her life wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Her body wasn't supposed to turn out this way. She was just frustrated, that's all. Boys she thought had crushes on her, boys she invited over to her place, turned out to just be interested in her mom. And, if she was honest with herself, Stacy couldn't blame them. Her mother really did have it going on. She had a flawless hourglass figure, breasts big enough to dwarf her head and wide, womanly hips to match. Curiosity got the better of her once when doing the laundry, but knowing that her mother was a 34K did nothing to quell her anger. And puberty had left Stacy a perfectly good body! Her friends were jealous of her! F-cups and a nice ass to go with them. Half the school, guys and girls, ought to have been drooling over her! But she just couldn't compare to her mother's enormous figure and that left her overlooked.
After calming down and buckling in from her morning frustration, Stacy managed to rise up to her feet, nearly losing her balance. Her tank top, mercilessly stretched by her gargantuan bust, had ended up flossed between her tits, one of them bursting out. She adjusted, slipping it back in, though she didn't know why. A deep sigh rattled out of her as she lifted one of her few remaining bras out of her dresser, the cup taking up almost the entire drawer. As she turned it over in her hands, her eyes caught a small tear forming near the front of the band, where the two cups came together. It was a small tear, not even half an inch, but experience had taught her that small tears like that had ways of turning into big tears with a single jump or jostle. She groaned, making a mental note to order a new one before slipping it on anyway. It might be on its last legs, but it was all she had.
From everything she had read online, it was only supposed to give her a little boost. Most women were happy if they managed to get three cup sizes out of the medley of supplements and lotions and that was all Stacy was really looking for. While it would be nice to beat her mother, she just wanted to be able to compete! She was excited at the first cup size she gained. Elated at the second. Content at the third. Concerned at the fourth. Anxious at the fifth. Worried enough at the sixth to finally talk to a doctor. A bevy of tests and three more cup sizes later, she at least had something of an answer. The best guess of the team of doctors that oversaw her case was that her second puberty was either latent or dormant and the cocktail of treatments she had given herself was enough to jump start the process. Having a reason why she was changing so much and so rapidly was reassuring, but less reassuring was the fact that they couldn't tell her when it would stop. Or, for that matter, if it would stop.
The sheer size of her breasts had turned going down the stairs into an athletic challenge. Not only did her breasts bounce every time she dropped down to the next step, nearly brushing against her chin, but they blocked out a huge portion of her view. It came down to grace and balance, keeping herself upright so that she didn't go tumbling downward. The narrow walls on either side of the staircase gave her pause but, at least for now, there was an inch or two of clearance on either side so she wasn't at risk of getting stuck. Yet. She begged her mother to make sure the stairs were clear for her; if there were something sitting on a step, she wouldn't know it was there until she stepped on it and that would almost definitely mean a long, bumpy, bouncy ride down to the bottom. She'd be lucky if her shirt remained intact.
Stacy struggled to adapt to her breasts. Clothing was a constant hassle, buying a new wardrobe only to outgrow it a week later. Her friends' playful teasing turned into faux jealousy which, eventually, turned into real jealousy. Julia, one of her oldest friends, refused to speak to her. She didn't think there was any actual cheating going on, but hearing her boyfriend moan Stacy's name was enough to blame the growing woman for the failing relationship. Even baggy, oversized sweatshirts couldn't hide her gargantuan bust, pulling them tight and a bit of tit spilling out underneath. Just walking down the sidewalk made a scene, people gawking and whispering and, occasionally, outright yelling at her for being obscene. She avoided the produce section at the grocery store entirely, worried that just holding a cucumber would be enough to send some pearl-clutching religious bit into conniptions. The worst part is that they weren't entirely wrong, as their sensitivity had increased almost in proportion to her size. It wasn't uncommon for her to greet the dawn, sweaty and exhausted, still kneading her tits, having lost count of the orgasms around 2am.
As Stacy made her way towards the front door, already bracing herself to go through it at an angle to keep her breast from getting stuck, something in the laundry room caught her eye. She squeezed inside and there, on top of a pile of laundry, was her mother's bra. Her lips broke into a smirk, her first positive expression of the day, as she read the tag: still 34K. Stacy glanced over her shoulder, making sure her mother wasn't anywhere nearby before pressing the bra up to one of her tits. She bit her lip, shuddering as she realized that just one of the cups wasn't quite big enough to cover her areola and the entire bra, band and all, wouldn't reach around one of her tits, let alone both. She set the bra back in its spot and made her way outside, a new spring in her step and a smile on her lips.
For a fleeting moment, Stacy felt that, maybe, all the struggles were worth it.
We all know Stacy's mom has got it goin' on, but what about Stacy after her second puberty?
It had been weeks now and Stacy still hadn't gotten used to her new size. Her body was still learning that she could no longer sleep on her back and so, as her alarm blared, she did her best to reach out for the snooze button. Every movement, every flail of her arm sent ripples and wobbles through the enormous tits that say heavy on her chest, pinning her in place beneath them. By the time she finally managed to turn off the alarm, she was sweating, heart pounding, chest heaving. The few minutes that the snooze button earned her would pass in frustration and exhaustion but not a wink of sleep. As she caught her breath, she tried to roll onto her side, rocking back and forth to build up enough momentum. She had gotten pretty good at it by now and, as she tried not to let herself get distracted by the massive mounds on her chest, she finally was able to swing her breasts over and-
FWUMP!
The warmth of the bed and the covers was quickly replaced by the cold of the floor beneath Stacy, no longer under her tits bust resting on top of them. Her focus had been on getting out from beneath her breasts, which meant she wasn't thinking about how close the edge of the bed was. Her tits found the edge, though, and dragged her right over it, gravity winning out the floor rising up to meet her. She groaned, flailing her legs in frustration, burying her face in her own cleavage and letting out a scream. Above her head, once more just out of reach, her alarm started again.
Her life wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Her body wasn't supposed to turn out this way. She was just frustrated, that's all. Boys she thought had crushes on her, boys she invited over to her place, turned out to just be interested in her mom. And, if she was honest with herself, Stacy couldn't blame them. Her mother really did have it going on. She had a flawless hourglass figure, breasts big enough to dwarf her head and wide, womanly hips to match. Curiosity got the better of her once when doing the laundry, but knowing that her mother was a 34K did nothing to quell her anger. And puberty had left Stacy a perfectly good body! Her friends were jealous of her! F-cups and a nice ass to go with them. Half the school, guys and girls, ought to have been drooling over her! But she just couldn't compare to her mother's enormous figure and that left her overlooked.
After calming down and buckling in from her morning frustration, Stacy managed to rise up to her feet, nearly losing her balance. Her tank top, mercilessly stretched by her gargantuan bust, had ended up flossed between her tits, one of them bursting out. She adjusted, slipping it back in, though she didn't know why. A deep sigh rattled out of her as she lifted one of her few remaining bras out of her dresser, the cup taking up almost the entire drawer. As she turned it over in her hands, her eyes caught a small tear forming near the front of the band, where the two cups came together. It was a small tear, not even half an inch, but experience had taught her that small tears like that had ways of turning into big tears with a single jump or jostle. She groaned, making a mental note to order a new one before slipping it on anyway. It might be on its last legs, but it was all she had.
From everything she had read online, it was only supposed to give her a little boost. Most women were happy if they managed to get three cup sizes out of the medley of supplements and lotions and that was all Stacy was really looking for. While it would be nice to beat her mother, she just wanted to be able to compete! She was excited at the first cup size she gained. Elated at the second. Content at the third. Concerned at the fourth. Anxious at the fifth. Worried enough at the sixth to finally talk to a doctor. A bevy of tests and three more cup sizes later, she at least had something of an answer. The best guess of the team of doctors that oversaw her case was that her second puberty was either latent or dormant and the cocktail of treatments she had given herself was enough to jump start the process. Having a reason why she was changing so much and so rapidly was reassuring, but less reassuring was the fact that they couldn't tell her when it would stop. Or, for that matter, if it would stop.
The sheer size of her breasts had turned going down the stairs into an athletic challenge. Not only did her breasts bounce every time she dropped down to the next step, nearly brushing against her chin, but they blocked out a huge portion of her view. It came down to grace and balance, keeping herself upright so that she didn't go tumbling downward. The narrow walls on either side of the staircase gave her pause but, at least for now, there was an inch or two of clearance on either side so she wasn't at risk of getting stuck. Yet. She begged her mother to make sure the stairs were clear for her; if there were something sitting on a step, she wouldn't know it was there until she stepped on it and that would almost definitely mean a long, bumpy, bouncy ride down to the bottom. She'd be lucky if her shirt remained intact.
Stacy struggled to adapt to her breasts. Clothing was a constant hassle, buying a new wardrobe only to outgrow it a week later. Her friends' playful teasing turned into faux jealousy which, eventually, turned into real jealousy. Julia, one of her oldest friends, refused to speak to her. She didn't think there was any actual cheating going on, but hearing her boyfriend moan Stacy's name was enough to blame the growing woman for the failing relationship. Even baggy, oversized sweatshirts couldn't hide her gargantuan bust, pulling them tight and a bit of tit spilling out underneath. Just walking down the sidewalk made a scene, people gawking and whispering and, occasionally, outright yelling at her for being obscene. She avoided the produce section at the grocery store entirely, worried that just holding a cucumber would be enough to send some pearl-clutching religious bit into conniptions. The worst part is that they weren't entirely wrong, as their sensitivity had increased almost in proportion to her size. It wasn't uncommon for her to greet the dawn, sweaty and exhausted, still kneading her tits, having lost count of the orgasms around 2am.
As Stacy made her way towards the front door, already bracing herself to go through it at an angle to keep her breast from getting stuck, something in the laundry room caught her eye. She squeezed inside and there, on top of a pile of laundry, was her mother's bra. Her lips broke into a smirk, her first positive expression of the day, as she read the tag: still 34K. Stacy glanced over her shoulder, making sure her mother wasn't anywhere nearby before pressing the bra up to one of her tits. She bit her lip, shuddering as she realized that just one of the cups wasn't quite big enough to cover her areola and the entire bra, band and all, wouldn't reach around one of her tits, let alone both. She set the bra back in its spot and made her way outside, a new spring in her step and a smile on her lips.
For a fleeting moment, Stacy felt that, maybe, all the struggles were worth it.
i just turned 32 and yet lol another boob puberty
It's impossible to not cum to your growing tits, you're so pretty 🥵
ok so weed gave me huge tits thank weed not me
She needs more weed.
The results speak for themselves so it’s time for endless tribute
Pronto!!!
Ok someone buy me an actually trek dress, fuck, someone tell them to cast me in star trek...i can save the franchise
there'd be so many pics....
hmmm, maybe i need to upgrade
forgot the description like i wanna go to the store but im afraid ill mogg everyone but is it my fault lol sorry
