A Place For Growth

It is through your content and content similar to yours that i discovered how much of a growth slut i really am. I come to you asking for... "satisfaction" as it were as i would love to volunteer to become a test subject for all your giantess growth and breast expansion products. I don't mind if the effects snowball into relentless increase to my breasts and height.~

Sincerely: Amalga Tig-Bits

Dear Amalga,

I regret to inform you that, while I am glad to have been part of your—as you describe it—growth slut awakening, I cannot provide you with the satisfaction that you seek.

Oh, sure, of course I could experiment on your body. I could rub lotion into your tits to make them swell and expand. I could zap you with a ray that stretches you taller and taller until you have to bow your head to avoid hitting the ceiling. I could feed you a diet of pills and supplements guaranteed to make your breasts engorge with rich, creamy milk that makes your tits even bigger. And I could keep doing these sorts of things over and over again to make you endlessly, relentlessly bigger. I'm sure you would enjoy it, outgrowing cars and rooms and buildings. I'm certain you'd love knowing that your milk flooded a city block while the only buildings that were safe were the skyscrapers trapped deep inside your warm, soft cleavage. I have no doubts that you'd writhe and moan and beg for more even as I walk across your body like it's a part of the landscape, your literally mountainous breasts rising in the distance ahead of me.

But none of it would bring you "satisfaction".

Growth sluts like you are never truly satisfied, are you? You just want to be bigger. You want to grow! You're a slut for the growth, not for a certain size. You need to be bigger and bigger and bigger. But the bigger you get, the less the growth seems to be. Going from five feet to ten feet is doubling your size, but another five feet is only a 50% increase. To get the same thrill you got going from 15 to 30ft, you'd have to grow all the way to 60ft! And then 120ft! On and on, endlessly bigger, endlessly more desperate, chasing ever larger sizes.

As your body gets bigger, it won't be enough for your breasts to grow in proportion. Even though, to me, your breasts will become boulders, then hills, then mountains, you won't get the same joy out of it if they don't grow from your perspective. Your body needs to grow and your tits need to grow even faster. Your nipple could be as tall as I am, but if they haven't grown in comparison to the rest of your body, then it won't feel nearly as good.

That being said, though, if you're okay with never fully being satisfied, with feeling the aching need to grow get stronger and stronger with every added inch, then by all means. Welcome aboard.

Sincerely,

Remember that top? You should.

What are my options if I’d want to be smaller up top for work, exercise and every day life, and absolutely massive for private time and date nights?

Indecisive Stealth Bomber

Dear Indecisive,

I'm going to level with you. To say that your options are "limited" would be putting it lightly. The way I see it, you basically have two ways you could do something like that and neither of them are ideal.

The first—and more effective—of the two options is that you could find a friend to act as your Safety Deposit Boobs. When you need to be smaller up top, you just transfer your colossal udders to her and then transfer them back when it's time for some fun. The complicated part isn't the magic to do the transfer; as long as you can get your hands on the ingredients, the magic itself is pretty easy. Your friend, your designated titty bank, might have something to say about it, though. She'll likely have "work, exercise, and everyday life" things to do, too, and she'll need to do most of them at the same time you do. You'll need to find someone who wants to have a pair of gigantic, bouncing udders in the office or on the treadmill and then wants to be nearly flat chested for dates and whatever else. Otherwise, if she needs them at the same time you do, you might wind up with a mu-titty mutiny! It'll be hard to explain to the person you're seeing when you show up for the third date and the gigantic boobs they're anticipating aren't there.

The other option would be to keep your huge tits all the time and just try your best to keep them contained. Layer up as many sports bras as you can, wear thick and heavy outfits, switch to a workout routine with less cardio. But we both know that's only going to do so much. For as big as you want to be, they'll still be huge no matter how much you try to squish them down and, while they might not bounce up and smack you in the face, they're still going to jiggle and slosh in their tight confines. Plus, there's the whole thing with needing to breathe, which gets harder with all that tit strapped so tightly to your chest. The relief you'll feel when you can finally let your boobs breathe will be immense, but it probably won't be worth the discomfort and those deep, red lines left by your tight clothes.

There is a third way, though. Personally, it's what I'd recommend. The best way to handle it, in my opinion, is to simply reject the first half of the equation and embrace being busty 'round the clock. Don't be afraid to be the center of attention! When you're doing the butterfly press at the gym and everyone is gawking at your humongous udders being squished between your arms, take it as a compliment! They either want to be you or want to be with you and neither of those are bad things! Sure, you might be a bit of a distraction at the office with those big things wobbling around, but it'd be foolish not to put your biggest assets to use, right? And if you can embrace them during the day, then, at night, when you're settling in for your date wearing a dress cut so deep that every soft, tantalizing inch of your cleavage is on display, you'll feel so much more comfortable and confident and at home in your curves. Go as big as you can handle and then let your life adjust around them. You'll be much better off for it.

And, if you embrace your tits instead of trying to hide them or get rid of them half the time, you'll feel so much better about your desire to get even bigger!

Sincerely,

1: I *really* enjoy having a huge cock. I'm big enough that my friends sometimes struggle to take my full length.

2: I want tits, but like C cups. I'm unashamedly obsessed with giant udders, but I like being kinda androgynous/masc. the women in my family are all top heavy though and I'm a little worried that I'll end up with tits that rest in my lap and that I'll end up titfucking myself all day every day

First and foremost, your identity is still valid whether or not you use hormones. You're a woman regardless of whether you've got a massive, swingin' dick or gigantic udders or both!

That being said, though, I can definitely understand where you're coming from! Massive, wobbling udders are next to impossible to ignore, especially when you're hopelessly obsessed with and addicted to them. And that's when they're on other people! If you had a pair of your own like that, you'd be utterly helpless. You'd never be able to focus on anything else! Even if you could find a bra that were big enough to hold them, you'd be constantly aware of their incredibly heft pulling down on your chest and your shoulders. If you thought it was distracting to see huge tits wobble and bounce, now you'd be able to feel it with every step you take. Showers would take hours as you feed your obsession, rubbing a soapy hand over your udders while the other hand rubs elsewhere. Just a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, clothed or otherwise, would be enough to set you off!

The other side of it is that you really have no idea how big HRT is going to make you. While your family history might make your desired C cups less likely, there's nothing that means definitively that you'll stop when you reach their size. You might just keep growing, hormones putting in the work to pump you up bigger and bigger and bigger. I'd imagine it to be both chilling and affirming to hear that you're too busty to fit in anything a traditional bra shop has in stock. It seems like you're already used to those around you being curious about a size they've never experienced before, but this time there would be a fair bit of envy in their glances towards your immense bust.

holy fuck i’m so full 😵‍💫 all i’ve done the past 24 hours is stuff my face.. poor girl is such an achy mess 🥴 but im plotting so many big bloating feedings for today.. my piggy brain is too excited..