Wearing big breasts
Hi you horny big-bust horndogs!
I am a mature private crossdresser (possibly trans woman?) who has always loved the Bill Ward artwork perfectly. The shy-high heels, the gloves, the tiny waists, the cigarettes (sometimes in holders), hairdos which ranged from big to MASSIVE, and the rest. But what most attracted me to his bimbos (and dommes) were their large to impossibly gigantic BREASTS! Oh what instant erections they produced. All the issues of Juggs and Club that I bought to see his cartoons and read his sexy stories! Naturally I fantasized as myself as those mega-busty cock-hungry femmes.
When I first started dressing, before the age of adult maturity, I was living with my mother only. (My parents got remarried later, no worry.) I was one of the latchkey generation, so when I'd get home from school, I had a few hours to myself. I'd look in the back of the women's magazine my mother read, and see ads for the Mark Eden bust growing machine. (All it did was run warm water over the breast, and even at that age, I knew it wouldn't work.) But the ads were knockouts, with a beautiful busty girl holding the machine up with a smile on her fave. (Also I sought out the Virginia Slims ads, but that's another story. This was in the age of polyester, so I would put on one of my mother's blouses from her dirty clothes hamper, and then wad up other dirty clothes to make balls of material I wouls slide under the blouse to give myself "breasts". NO, it wasn't passable, but I had to work with what I had, and it excited me tremendously. I would look at myself in the bathroom mirror, running my hands over my breasts, squeezing them, imagining a male lover was doing so. It wouldn't be long before I was masturbating, shooting my cum loads into the toilet to be flushed away. (Who knows, If I had been brave enough to eat those loads, maybe I would have grown tits for real? Just k**ding.)
My dressing waxed and waned, with the usual purges and rebuying of accessories. During my pre-marriage years I could indulge freely, and had my favorite brands. LA3000 showgirl wigs, Glamorise 56J bras (the biggest I could find via Roaman's or Woman Within), and my much beloved MAX120s (blue, full flavor). Many is the night I bimboed myself out, using wadded towels to fill the cups of the bra. Great times. All before much online activity, though.
I met my (now ex-) wife online, and we were married and had k**s and etc until she pulled the plug on our marriage, with no warning. Whatever.
So now I am back in apartment for the time being, but again free to dress. Got the same wigs, got some HIGH heels and am really no good walking in they yet. Sadly, MAX120s are gone, so sI witched to VS120s, then recently to vaping, which makes TREMENDOUS plumes! I got bra extenders (a 3-hook plus a 4-hook, for the 7 row front close bras) so the Glamorise 56Js are more of a K or L cup. It takes 2 bath towels to make "heavy" tits, or I can use 2 only partially deflated 24" beach balls, jammed in tightly and overflowing the bra at the top, to make "light" and HUGE, Ward-sized tits. I even bought some bigger kickballs like are used on playgrounds, which I can't wear a bra with at all, which I can barely stretch my 6X tank tops or stretchiest blouses or nightshirts over. With those I definitely have to turn sideways to squeeze thru a doorway, and halfway thru, the doorjamb is in my cleavage, so I always give a few good rubs up and down, so I am tit-fucking my whole doorjamb, which I imagine to be a 6-foot cock, which gets me very aroused.
But mainly with towels or the beachballs, as sexy as they are to me, and as good an orgasm as they help me have, there are some drawbacks. One, you can't look down and see where you are walking. Make sure your floor is clean and free of traps, because you will find them with your feet. Second, you can't type at your computer's keyboard. It's hot to say in chat you have a 120" bustline, but it's a sexxxy lie. You just can't see. Third, it can be hard to maneuver doorways. Fourth, using kitchen tools or cooking is similarly impossible because you can't see. Then you may knock into chest-level things on shelves, etc.
But the payoffs! I imagine you could have a huge cock not just titfuck you, but titfuck you by pushing straight it towards your chest because your cleavage is so deep! Imagine rubbing your (clothed) tits all over your lover to turn him on, and get him big and thick and hard. Imagine how hot he would get if you could envelope his whole head with your jugs? Well, you can! Even solo, it is c***d's play to take a 12" double dong, stick one end in the top of my cleavage and wantonly suck off the other head?! Yum! And it takes an 18" doing to properly titfuck my biggest boobs. I love to see that monster sliding thru my deep cleavage, with me holding my massive melons together with one arm while i plunge the long dong back and forth! Oh, if it only squirted. (Yes, I am trying to deep-throat the 18-inchers, but it is slow going. I can only take 9 inches so far, which is bumming me out. I want to deep-throat. I don't just want to be facefucked, I want to be throat-fucked. All Ward bimbos want that!
As I said, I am private so far, but I am now feeling like I have come to terms with my dressing and bimbo urges while dressed, so I may be seeking out some glory holes soon. Anonymous cock to worship sounds pretty darned good to me now! All the pics I have downloaded with captions make the sissy in me want to flourish!
Any of you have similar big-tit stories, I'd love to hear them. If I won the lottery, I'd buy every huge set of breast forms and wearable "shirts" ever made, but they are many hundreds of dollars. Who knows, maybe I'd start taking hormones and get huge implants and live the fantasy!
Big tit hugs,
Julie Juggs
I am a mature private crossdresser (possibly trans woman?) who has always loved the Bill Ward artwork perfectly. The shy-high heels, the gloves, the tiny waists, the cigarettes (sometimes in holders), hairdos which ranged from big to MASSIVE, and the rest. But what most attracted me to his bimbos (and dommes) were their large to impossibly gigantic BREASTS! Oh what instant erections they produced. All the issues of Juggs and Club that I bought to see his cartoons and read his sexy stories! Naturally I fantasized as myself as those mega-busty cock-hungry femmes.
When I first started dressing, before the age of adult maturity, I was living with my mother only. (My parents got remarried later, no worry.) I was one of the latchkey generation, so when I'd get home from school, I had a few hours to myself. I'd look in the back of the women's magazine my mother read, and see ads for the Mark Eden bust growing machine. (All it did was run warm water over the breast, and even at that age, I knew it wouldn't work.) But the ads were knockouts, with a beautiful busty girl holding the machine up with a smile on her fave. (Also I sought out the Virginia Slims ads, but that's another story. This was in the age of polyester, so I would put on one of my mother's blouses from her dirty clothes hamper, and then wad up other dirty clothes to make balls of material I wouls slide under the blouse to give myself "breasts". NO, it wasn't passable, but I had to work with what I had, and it excited me tremendously. I would look at myself in the bathroom mirror, running my hands over my breasts, squeezing them, imagining a male lover was doing so. It wouldn't be long before I was masturbating, shooting my cum loads into the toilet to be flushed away. (Who knows, If I had been brave enough to eat those loads, maybe I would have grown tits for real? Just k**ding.)
My dressing waxed and waned, with the usual purges and rebuying of accessories. During my pre-marriage years I could indulge freely, and had my favorite brands. LA3000 showgirl wigs, Glamorise 56J bras (the biggest I could find via Roaman's or Woman Within), and my much beloved MAX120s (blue, full flavor). Many is the night I bimboed myself out, using wadded towels to fill the cups of the bra. Great times. All before much online activity, though.
I met my (now ex-) wife online, and we were married and had k**s and etc until she pulled the plug on our marriage, with no warning. Whatever.
So now I am back in apartment for the time being, but again free to dress. Got the same wigs, got some HIGH heels and am really no good walking in they yet. Sadly, MAX120s are gone, so sI witched to VS120s, then recently to vaping, which makes TREMENDOUS plumes! I got bra extenders (a 3-hook plus a 4-hook, for the 7 row front close bras) so the Glamorise 56Js are more of a K or L cup. It takes 2 bath towels to make "heavy" tits, or I can use 2 only partially deflated 24" beach balls, jammed in tightly and overflowing the bra at the top, to make "light" and HUGE, Ward-sized tits. I even bought some bigger kickballs like are used on playgrounds, which I can't wear a bra with at all, which I can barely stretch my 6X tank tops or stretchiest blouses or nightshirts over. With those I definitely have to turn sideways to squeeze thru a doorway, and halfway thru, the doorjamb is in my cleavage, so I always give a few good rubs up and down, so I am tit-fucking my whole doorjamb, which I imagine to be a 6-foot cock, which gets me very aroused.
But mainly with towels or the beachballs, as sexy as they are to me, and as good an orgasm as they help me have, there are some drawbacks. One, you can't look down and see where you are walking. Make sure your floor is clean and free of traps, because you will find them with your feet. Second, you can't type at your computer's keyboard. It's hot to say in chat you have a 120" bustline, but it's a sexxxy lie. You just can't see. Third, it can be hard to maneuver doorways. Fourth, using kitchen tools or cooking is similarly impossible because you can't see. Then you may knock into chest-level things on shelves, etc.
But the payoffs! I imagine you could have a huge cock not just titfuck you, but titfuck you by pushing straight it towards your chest because your cleavage is so deep! Imagine rubbing your (clothed) tits all over your lover to turn him on, and get him big and thick and hard. Imagine how hot he would get if you could envelope his whole head with your jugs? Well, you can! Even solo, it is c***d's play to take a 12" double dong, stick one end in the top of my cleavage and wantonly suck off the other head?! Yum! And it takes an 18" doing to properly titfuck my biggest boobs. I love to see that monster sliding thru my deep cleavage, with me holding my massive melons together with one arm while i plunge the long dong back and forth! Oh, if it only squirted. (Yes, I am trying to deep-throat the 18-inchers, but it is slow going. I can only take 9 inches so far, which is bumming me out. I want to deep-throat. I don't just want to be facefucked, I want to be throat-fucked. All Ward bimbos want that!
As I said, I am private so far, but I am now feeling like I have come to terms with my dressing and bimbo urges while dressed, so I may be seeking out some glory holes soon. Anonymous cock to worship sounds pretty darned good to me now! All the pics I have downloaded with captions make the sissy in me want to flourish!
Any of you have similar big-tit stories, I'd love to hear them. If I won the lottery, I'd buy every huge set of breast forms and wearable "shirts" ever made, but they are many hundreds of dollars. Who knows, maybe I'd start taking hormones and get huge implants and live the fantasy!
Big tit hugs,
Julie Juggs
2 años atrás