I distinctly remember the episode of Punky Brewster when she ate cheese puffs and did an exercise chanting “I must, I must increase my bust” so that her boobage would be bigger. I’ve always wanted bigger boobs. I’m a solid B cup. I’ve always wanted to be a nice full, voluptuous C cup. The idea of shaking money maker big ta-ta’s is actually quite thrilling.
Last night I got a whole new wardrobe. I mean a whole fucking amazing mind-blowing wardrobe. I tried on tons of tops and dresses with no bra. My breasts looked utterly lovely. Small. Perky. Happy. Smiling nipples. I fell in love with my breasts, for the first time. I don’t think I’m ever going to wear a bra again, at least not until the tits start sagging. I’m cool with my erect nipples being shown off. It excites me.
I’m happy with my body. I feel sexy in it. As shallow as it sounds, I don’t want a pregnancy messing it up. I love my breasts too much. I’m done with all of this fertility crap for now.
I’m no longer an infertile cow. I’m perky tit chick.
The End
i’m glad you’re happy.
i hope you continue blogging, though – here, there, or somewhere.
also, how much do i lowve you for making punky brewster references?!