Oh La-dee-da, Bombayduk, I really like your scenerio here. I like the idea of going into the clinic and getting an oversized synthetic tissue implant that, over time, would become my actual tissue at this greater size. As for shape and weight, perhaps a lighter weight percentage to volume, but what percentage I have no idea. Do you have a suggestion? I would go with the natural look or the super hangers. I put together a possible size and shape for may breasts. Is this the natural look? This size is around 120 inches. I would love to have a body shape more like Pla. I am already thin but she is exceptionally petite. I like the idea of having her lovely little tush and having it banged by a big you-know-what..! Comments?
Lel
I would like to start off with envision yourself, but I know you already have. Having breasts that would normally weigh well in excess of 250lbs wouldn't be something any "normal" girl would seriously consider, even if they could be that size but weigh far less. Bumping into your thighs with every step, obscuring the ability to do many common physical tasks as simplistic as sitting at a dinner table or driving a car, normal girls would never consider voluntarily handicapping themselves with such huge breasts, but they don't have boobie greed. They don't know the feeling of wanting, needing breasts of enormous size, breasts that render you incapable of living a normal life, that leave you lying around the house most of the day, caressing and admiring your own breasts, increasing your sexual excitement in anticipation for when your BF gets home from work.
But let us suppose for the moment that you did slip into the BE Clinic and that you did get those huge natural breasts that hang to mid-thigh, and that their combined weight was about 80lbs. Can you imagine the feeling walking out the door with your massive breasts swinging back and forth as they bumped into your thighs, making every step a challenge? How does that feel on your chest with all that weight swinging and bouncing? Moreover, what are people thinking when after bringing a XXXL shirt to the clinic, you failed to anticipate that it only hung to the top of your thighs, leaving your 20" diameter breasts hanging out the bottom as you stand there waiting for your Uber driver to arrive? And after he pulls up in his Mini Cooper, you realize that while your boobs can fit between you and the dashboard, they are so wide that you cannot possibly close the door and are lying atop the gear shifter. Thankfully, it is a convertible, so with the help of your driver, lifting and moving your boobs, you manage to get into the back seat for your ride home. Of course, your shirt is now pulled up, leaving you no recourse but to enjoy the ride, your boobs resting on your thighs and the seat to either side, a definite sight for everyone driving and vehicle higher than a Mini Cooper. Is that a fake smile to the thumbs up admiration of the people pointing or are they snickering because your boobs are exposed and you cannot do anything to cover them?
But you get home and after the Uber driver help you by lifting your boobs, one at a time, so that you can stand and slide sideways out from the back seat, you thank him for his help to which he smilingly says "no problem" and you head for your door. The sofa is so inviting and as you lay down, one boob resting atop your body, the other draped off the sofa and laying on the floor, you cannot help but to start caressing them and within minutes, start to wonder, should I have opted for a larger size.
You have to love boobie greed.