🥵 Desperate Dreams and Swelling Desires (Patreon)

It's difficult to articulate, but my fantasies have been escalating, blooming into something far more than just dreams, they've become intensely erotic experiences.

Last night, the heat peaked. I was nestled in my sheets, heart rate low, ready to surrender to sleep, when suddenly I was there. Standing brazenly in public, encased in my inflatables. But this time, it wasn't shame I felt, but a breathtaking surge of pride and a deep, pulsing lust. I adored the sight, the feel of them on me. I didn't spare a thought for onlookers; my entire being was consumed by one devastating truth:

THEY WEREN'T BIG ENOUGH!

Like a wicked genie, my subconscious answered my most desperate, filthiest prayer. A rush of pure sensation, unlike anything in reality, coursed through my chest. There was no pressure, no device, just a glorious, internal surge—pure growth from within. When I reached to confirm the seams of the molds, they had vanished. Only I remained, swelling, expanding, becoming heavier with every delicious throb.

My mind was completely fractured, consumed by the sheer ecstasy of the growth. The need for them to swell larger, faster became an overwhelming, aching imperative. I couldn't stop the craving; I wanted more, more, MORE! They ballooned far past the images in my mind, far past the pictures. That wild fantasy—the intoxicating reality of finally getting stuck in a doorway—was suddenly mine within the dream.

As I inch closer to the goal of surgery, my mind races ahead, desperate to grasp that imminent growth. How much will I gain the first time? How much for the second? Will there be a point where I choose to stop, or will this hunger simply devour me?

Will I ever want to stop?

God, I am utterly consumed. I need to be bigger, and I need it NOW. This agonizing wait is driving me insane. I am beyond feeling desperate; I am feverish with the need to make this voluptuous, suffocating reality mine.

Your Goddess

Althena💚