Above is probably the number one thing that happens to me: People don't want to break hugs with me. It's the boobs, plain and simple. They're like magnets. People just love crushing themselves against me. I haven't had to actually pry anyone away, but I've come close a couple of times.
I've had the dream above quite a few times where my boobs suddenly expand like that. They never explode or anything - they just get so big that I fall down like the woman above. I don't know what in my dream causes them to do that, and I generally wake up right after I fall down. I then check my boobs to make sure that they aren't huge like in my dream. So far, they've been the same size they've always been. Whew.
This is a close second to people wanting to hug me: Stuff falls into my cleavage ALL THE TIME. I've had hot cinders before, when bad guys pop stuff in front of me to blind me, and it hurts just like the woman in the pic above is showing.
Stuff that has fallen into my cleavage that I don't know how it got there:
* A flashdrive that wasn't mine. It had no info on it, so I don't know whose it is.
* A "Lego" man. I figure that one of the many kids who's hugged me put it there like some sort of gift.
* A small garden gnome. Twice. I figure that it must be my electronics engineer doing that, because she collects gnomes. I just don't know how she manages to sneak him in there.
I still have all of that stuff, by the way. It still amazes me that stuff finds its way in there. My cleavage must have some sort of gravitational pull or something.
The above has happened to me quite a bit. My butt has been grabbed numerous times, nearly half of the time by women! They think nothing of reaching under my skirt and grabbing my butt - even though I could hurt them seriously with a literal flick of my finger. Men I can understand because they're jerks, but women? Maybe they're just curious as to how firm my butt is. It's probably the same reason my boobs get poked a lot - to see if they're "real". And they are. No plastic or silicon. All me.
I've mentioned previously how in my first super battle, I hit someone so hard that my bra broke and my boobs tore through my tank top. After that, I made a bra that was a lot stronger, much like She-Hulk's in the pic above. My muscles have also torn through clothes like that as well - especially if they're fitted outfits. I don't get musclebound like Shulkie, but I can flex my muscles that it tears my clothes. But I don't do that a lot unless I have to, because it's hard finding clothes in my size. That's also the reason that I'm working on a line of clothes for super women. I'm calling it:
BSC: For the Super Woman.
I'll have a line of unbreakable underwear, and clothes that are proportioned for a super woman's physique, and yet still fashionable. The smiley face on my boob is going to be my symbol.
Ha! This was a fun post!
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1 comment:
Um...it may be natural to you to carry all that stuff in your cleavage, but sooner or later a villian is going to throw a right hook at you, your boobs are going to move in a certain position and POP! The objects are going to explode in your face. That would be a bad tactical advantage in a battle.
'Men are jerks’. Hmmm. Personally in real life I have respect for women, but you shouldn’t generalize all men. Especially men from different cultures.
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