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orangeorc: dogmeout: dogmeout.tumblr.com ♥ Join our 155,000+ followers♥; See over 58,000 posts♥ Randomise those boobs and babes♥ Submit your own picture♥ “The first principle of total self-actualization is to know your greatest attribute. Take a moment and decide what that is. It’s important to be honest with yourself,” said Denise’s affirmation podcast. Denise thought for a moment, but there really wasn’t a question of Denise’s best attribute. “My best attribute is my body. My hips, my legs, my ass… but especially my tits. Like, 75%, my tits,” said Denise. Now that she was thinking about them, Denise’s tits actually felt a bit warm. In a good way, though. “Now, repeat after me, but replace the word ‘attribute’ with whatever it is you chose,” said the podcast. “The best thing about me is my ‘attribute.’” “The best thing about me is my tits,” said Denise, snickering slightly. “God, I can’t believe I’m affirming my own tits.” “It may feel weird to talk about your best attribute this way. That’s resistance! That’s your internalized shame, and urge to de-value yourself. Say it again! And this time, don’t laugh at yourself, don’t get embarrassed. My best thing about me is my ‘attribute.’ Say it again!” Denise felt weird talking about her own boobs, but repeated herself. “The best thing about me… is my tits,” said Denise. She felt a pang of weirdness and embarrassment, but not as strong as before. “Still feel tough to build yourself up, to exalt yourself as you really are? They say it again! Say it until it feels natural and right!” “The best thing about me is my tits!” said Denise, louder, feel weirdly exhilarated as she drove. “The best thing about me is my tits!” Discomfort and shame gave the giddy delight. Whenever Denise had really wanted something, she’d always employed her stellar rack to get it. Why was that embarrassing? “Puff up your chest! Stick out your chin! Say it again, one more time!” said the podcast. “The best thing about me is my TITS!” said Denise, so loud someone probably heard her from another car. “The best thing about me is my- whoa!” Denise had puffed up her chest, just like podcast had said… and now when she looked down, she was stunned by how little of her lap she could see. Inches and inches of cleavage she didn’t remember seeing that morning were visible down her chest. Her hills of flesh now looked like mountains. “I’m bigger!” she said, staring at her chest for a dangerous amount of time for someone who was driving. “My boobs… they’re bigger! I swear to god, my boobs just got bigger!” “You’re probably feeling weird… almost like a different person. It can be strange, but you’re not changing. You’re just seeing yourself as you always were. Don’t be afraid of it! Embrace it!” said the podcast. “My boobs… have always been huge…” said Denise, who couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Of course… why was I denial?” As she said it, her top made a stained stretching noise. Her bust expanded several inches in diameter, and her cleavage grew even longer. Her tits bulged higher and higher over the top of her shirt. “What if I told you you were still holding yourself back, even now?” said the podcast. “What if I told you you were trained to make yourself small, and that you were so much bigger than you’d always thought!” “I… am bigger!” said Denise, puffing up bigger and bigger with every breath. “My tits… they’re even bigger than I thought! I have record-breaking, too-big-for-porn super tits! I’ve just always been ashamed of- oh!” Her shirt tore open, and two volleyball sized breasts were expanding on her chest, forcing her arms apart. “Why did I waste so many years… smashing myself into clothes that were too small for me?” she said, ballooning up bigger and bigger. “You’re not just anybody,” said the podcast. “You’re somebody. Somebody big, and important. Someone ordinary people should be in awe of. Someone too grand to be contained by your own body…” “I’m so… wonderful…” said Denise, grunting from the strain of holding in her own excitement. This was everything she’d always wanted to hear about herself, but had been afraid of. “Picture yourself standing next to everyone you know. You’re probably picture yourself smaller than you really are… so I want you to fix that. I want you picture everyone turning and looking at you… and then I want you to picture yourself growing taller.” Denise’s pants slid two inches up her calves. Her shoes pinched. “Now, make yourself even taller. Taller than you think you are! Bigger, taller, and more beautiful than everyone you know!” “I’m… so… tall!” said Denise, sliding back the seat to give herself more leg room. “I’m… statuesque… like a model!” The seat slid all the way back. Her pants began to tear. “You are the biggest, most perfect version of yourself. The truth is, you always have been,” said the podcast. Denise laughed as she screeched to a halt on the side of the road. “My ass… it’s too wide for these pants!” she screamed, gleeful. Her widening ass had filled most of the seat, and her jeans were exploding. “Your legs are too long for the car,” said the Podcast, as Denise bent her legs, and her feet started to press into the floor and break it. “My tits are bigger than airbags!” squealed Denise, as soft, warm tit-flesh filled her lap and enveloped the steering wheel. “Your head is pushing against the ceiling, because you’re too big for that tiny car anyway,” said the podcast. Denise’s head was pushing against the ceiling. The seat was breaking as her expanding body pushed it back. She was swelling in every direction, and the car wouldn’t contain her much longer. “Denise, I have just one more question for you…” said the podcast. “Do you want to keep getting bigger? Do you want to grow taller and more powerful than you ever dreamed?” “YES!” screamed Denise, as the car started to break and bend around her growing body. “MORE THAN ANYTHING! I WANT TO BE HUGE!” “Then just keep growing,” said the podcast. “You’re the goddess. Now that you know, nothing can possible contain you.” Denise had an orgasm as the car sank more and more heavily on its own shocks. “Nothing. *** A cop who had seen Denise pull over was approaching her to see what the matter was. He was started when the driver’s side burst, and freakishly large arm came out, struggling to hold a growing tide of tit-flesh. Then the roof of the car tented upwards, and Denise’s giant head exploded out of it, gasping in pleasure. “You’re so small, officer…” she said, like it was a perfectly natural greeting. “And I’m still growing. You can run, but it won’t help.” The windshield burst, and her feet smashed through the floor and onto the pavement. Her shoulders, and then her arms and implausibly perky tits bounced up through the roof. Denise stood to her full height of 20 feet, still wearing the warped frame of her car. The car groaned as it bet and cracked as Denise’s body kept growing without mercy. The cop stepped back as the young woman grew so large her car was just a bunch of metal twisted around her waist, and then exploded off of her. “I’m bigger than everyone…” said Denise, like it had always been true. “I’m a goddess.” As was perfectly natural for normal size vermin, people stopped their cars, gaped up at Denise, and ran screaming as her towering, growing body stomped onto the highway, crushing a car with every step. Denise was almost as tall as a skyscraper, and growing bigger by the second. By the time she reached the city, she knew she would be so big the tallest buildings wouldn’t even come up to her knees. “The best thing about me is my tits…” she said, lovingly caressing her giant zeppelin-breasts. “And I will bless this entire city when I show them up close…” -- source link
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