I’m just full of boob thoughts and I don’t know what the fuck to articulate so I guess I’ll just type and hope for the best.
Cause like. Boobs. Huge ones. But specifically.
SPECIFICALLY. Being mentally stuck on the fact that these boobs are bigger than you.
Maybe you’re being taunted by the boob-haver of this fact. Maybe you’ve been jammed between them long enough you can’t think of anything else. MAYBE it’s just someone real tall leaning down toward you and in the infinitesimal moments their cleavage envelopes your entire field of vision you are plagued with hours worth of thought about “HOLY FUCKING SHIT, there is more mass in a single one of these tits than there is in my entire body?!?! How is that possible??? How, why, what, when?” THOUSANDS of questions about the reality that is BOOB right out in front of you in arms reach.
Sorry. What, huh, what happened???
I was scrolling down my feed and the idea of drowning in boobs entered my mind. Either the boobs in question are actually thick and goopy and the drowning is literal so that if you get rescued you'll be coughing up lungfuls of tiddy goop, OR its more figurative due to the size, heft, and solid but sloshy consistency. And then I suddenly scrolled down to your post here and started thinking about how big a set of boobs would have to be to fear drowning in them O_O;
