Tales from a Gargantuan Girl

WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL, SEXUAL THEMES, PROVOCATIVE LANGUAGE A BIG MILKY NIGHT Renders by S. Blazer Text by H. Melonowski SLURP SLURP GOBBLE "Oh my gawwwd, Steve! You do that soooo good. Oh shit, baby. Just sucking my tits, you're going to make me orgasm again. Oh shit!" Helia exclaims, down on her back, her back pressed against the bed covers as Steve drinks from her enormous milk-heavy breasts. SLURP SLUR SLURP "Oh gawwwwd, baby. Be careful. They are so full, and so sensitive...and you got me sooo excited," Helia coos. "And when I get really aroused, I... I... I start to produce more milk." SLURP SLURP SLURP SWALLOW SLURP "Mmmmm, it's all good, baby. I'm going to drink until I can't drink anymore," Steve says, flicking Helia's fat nipple with the tip of his tongue. "Oh, nooooo! Ohhhhh...oooohhhhh. I'm going to start filling...I'm going to start letting down ...

I know a lot of you are saying WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH GARGANTUAN BOOBS? And basically meaning, you agree and are supportive (no pun intended) of women with gargantuan breasts. Well, I am here to tell you, not all onlookers and viewers are on equal grounds. First, yes, everyone has a right to have their own opinion, their own likes and dislikes. Things they really really enjoy, and things they do not enjoy seeing or doing. Period. It's fine. I am fine with other peoples likes and dislikes...as long as they don't harp on me when it comes to dislikes or likes...that is, if it is negative and abusive towards things I have no control over, ie, gargantuan breasts. (And I know I do have control as I could pursue reductive surgery and all that, but, I am fine with my body. It's what I've been given. Put the scalpel down.) When I am out in public, considering I am no superstar, not well known, not hounded by the paparazzi (and I am happy with all that...

Doorways and small entry/exit points. Yes, challenging for a gal like me with ginormous bosoms. Most doorways are big enough, mind you. Plenty wide to accept the side width girth of my enormous "girls." However, I have found that some places my huge boobs were not meant to necessarily go. While visiting some caves and caverns in Kentucky and Tennessee, I'd get to certain points where...ummm...wait...I need a second to squeeeeeeze myself through the crevasse, crack or fissure. Low ceiling heights, I'd have to squat and get a face full of cleavage, or cradle myself and push my two frontal lobes through ahead of me. "No one look or laugh! Girl with giant boobs trying to spelunck!" I have also found those little crafty specialty stores can have small aisleways and doorways. And you get me with my two boob-bulls in a China shoppe. I've had experiences where I'd have to, again, cradle myself inward so I could get myself through a particular tall narro...

I know some of you don't like cats. I would not call myself a CAT LADY, or a maniacal cat person. But if it comes to a furry pet, a cat is the pet for me. Recently I adopted a 8 week old baby kitten from the local pet store during their ADOPT-A-PET DAY. They did have some super cute puppies but I simply don't have time in my life to properly train a puppy. I can say the kitten pretty much figured things out the moment I set down a litter box. It's been a bout a week now that I've had the kitten and we've become close companions and I am loving my little furry baby. A funny little thing Miss Pusskins does when she feels cuddly is climb up on top of my boobs, if I am sitting down somewhere, and nestle between my breasts. No, she doesn't like nestle down down down in my cleavage, but rests on the humps. I can easily crane my chin down and nuzzle her. So cute. And she purrs and purrs and purrs. Happy kitty. Until next time. Be nice and be positive and K...

Rendering by Sascha-X I listen to the news and read the newspaper just like you. Or I read things on TWITTER or hear things in passing while I am at work or out grocery shopping, etc. There is a lot of crazy stuff going on in the world. And, if you check your WORLD HISTORY books, darling, there's ALWAYS been some crazy stuff going on. And we survive. Both good and bad folk survive. It's just the way it is. I will admit, I am not always positive. Some days I am negative about the world, about myself, my looks, my body, my life style, my dreams and desires. Being human, being a human being, all that comes with the territory. How do I cope? What do I do to get myself on the right track, on the path of light versus the path of darkness and despair? Sometimes you simply have to set stuff aside, go outside and take two big lungs full of air. Breathe the air. Take a walk. Breathe and the air and take a walk. Put everything aside, all your worries and cares, and just have ...

I think most people simply are awakened by the alarm clock, yawn, moan and roll out of bed. It is no different for me, though with a little added steps and adjustments. I awaken, usually on my back (though not my preferred position) or on my side (preferred). I am very careful NOT to just TWIST and get up as with all this weight shifting this way or that can and has kinked my spine and neck. So I am careful to maneuver my giant flesh pillows as I slap the alarm to quiet it and start to rise to the new day. And here's a little bonus: I try to immediately set my mind to a positive mode, a positive voice. Sure, it doesn't work all the time, but it seems when I begin the day with a positive attitude, positive thoughts, telling myself I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY. I CAN DO THIS. RAIN OR SHINE, IT'S ALL OKAY, starts to day off right. (Along with a hot cup of coffee LOL) Once awake, and having my bearings...from lying on my back or on my side...I work on sitting up, ...