You know what I mean. I think you’ve always known it. Even if you’ve tried to ignore it. Those stealing glances down at your busty chest, those gazes that last just a little too long all the way to full on stares at your massive tits. Struggling each day to contain your fat oversized boobs you pack them into minimizer bras but even still the buttons of your professional top are straining under the weight of your heavy milkers. Each meeting you go into you are well prepared, thinking you’ll be a vital asset to the task at hand, but the only assets anybody can seem to focus on are the two giant ones hanging off your chest. As if drowned out and overshadowed by your own tits, most likely resting on the table since their huge overblown size makes them so heavy and unruly you have to set them down somewhere…

And after all of this, the hard work, the intelligence and determination it’s taken to get to where you are… you’re still just seen as a walking pair of tits. A set of huge boobs on display. Eye candy and the object of sexual fantasy. You’re humiliated by it. Angered and infuriated that you’re not seen as the capable woman you should be…

But there is an arousal too isn’t there? You’ve always known the sexual objectification was there, but you were able to ignore it, but at long last you find yourself thinking more and more about it. And somewhere in that humiliation and anger over being reduced to a big set of fat tits… it turns you on. You know it does. Your pussy can’t lie as it gets wet and gushes at the thought of just giving in. To stop resisting what everybody clearly sees you as anyway… just a huge set of walking tits.

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