Self Love
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Malina had never seen her B cup breasts as anything besides objects of anxiety, but at her lowest point, advice of a strange website flipped her perspective. "Just show them some affection. Enjoy your breasts and they'll grow. They aren't meant to stress you out. Ever. It's your body, so spoil it." Malina had stressed over her chest from the moment she became an adult: stressed over whether or not they'd grow and stressed by what size they'd be once growth began. But she accepted the advice, thankful that it didn't echo what she'd heard so far from well-meaning family and unconcerned doctors. But how was she supposed to "Show her boobs affection?" She didn't know where to start and messaged the original poster for advice. "Listen to your body. It'll tell you what it wants," the stranger replied.
Malina did just that. After work, restrictive clothing and constricting bras came off right away, allowing Malina's whole body to experience freedom. She treated herself to longer baths with fairer scents, supplying her body with rich pampering she would have ignored otherwise. She took better care of her skin—both on her face and elsewhere; exfoliating, moisturizing, and lotioning in ways she would never have done while committed to her faster lifestyle. She'd never been so luxurious with her body in her life. And once Malina started to love her body, her body began to reciprocate her love.
"Good morning, girls. Looking plump this morning as usual, hehe."
Malina sat up in bed and looked herself over. She'd been on an unbroken streak of growth—nearly an inch in bust every day for a month. Her breasts almost touched her thighs while seated, a far cry from her modest B cup buds. Now, rose-toned swells swayed and bobbed.... More than usual? She squeezed to test them, flesh oozing between her fingers, swallowing up her hand in ample, yielding flesh. Yup. Definitely more than usual. Her stomach fluttered. She clapped her titties together, enthused by the insane amount of growing she did last night. The new morning routine was working! And working wonders by the looks of it.
"Better not skip today, then. C'mere you beautiful boobies. It's just you and me all weekend."
Malina's slender fingers scooped up her left breast in a claw, swooning at her size before raising her nipple to her mouth. Her tits had begged to be sucked, but she'd only grown large enough to do so in the past week. Now, she sucked her titties every morning while sneaking in impromptu sessions on lunch breaks and during baths. But it wasn't enough. At stoplights, waiting for food, and even on the phone, her huge, lusty breasts grew heavy with anticipation, desirous for her oral stimulation at the least appropriate times and situations. She could suck her tits all day! In fact, she smothered herself in her round, soft mountains, her lips enveloping her throbbing peaks as dawn broke. It seemed the longer she sucked her breasts—showed them affection—the better they felt and the bigger they grew with no end in sight. She moaned at the thought, and drooled at the fantasy. How much bigger would she be if she continued suckling herself for another month? How about a year? She'd fill her whole bed with her boobs! Malina spent the morning passionately making out with her nipples, so tired and love drunk over her own body that a nap was required. To her delight, even a short siesta was enough to yield growth results and additional insight. With one breast larger than the other, she resolved to love herself a little more evenly going forward, and quickly stuffed her cheeks with titty flesh, already giddy to see how big she'd be tomorrow.
