May Titty Ramble #2: Behind the Tank Top

The new Substar page finally got approved. Time for a long overdue May titty ramble!

This one is about the tank top set from some time ago. As the theme was 'summer', the question was: "What kind of outfit would a ridiculously busty girl like May, who suffers from heat and sweat more than the average girl, wear during summer?"

Such an outfit would have to be something that wasn't a swimsuit, and would still be considered somewhat comfortable. May's wardrobe options only diminish further by the years, but a tank/crop top would still be able to at least somewhat hold those massively overdeveloped double M cups of hers, right? Well..

Suffice to say, it didn't. Something that was designed to cover her entire upper body instead only covers less than half of it. The cleavage stretches for miles, and her slightly pudgy tummy peeks out from underneath. Basically, May's breasts are so absurdly huge that anything she wears that isn't a bikini top gets force fit to match her hyper P-shaped figure. They are above clothing itself.

Another user pointed out that this may be the biggest and fattest May's milk trucks have looked in my works so far, and he was right. We all know that May has some very blessed IVs, and it seems that even the AI understood what she is bound to look like in a few years. A somewhat older May just sitting on the porch with an exhausted expression, her very obscene headsized breasts just shamelessly projecting outwards like that..there is a certain charm to it, isn't there?

As for her expression, the obvious explanation is that she looks less energetic because of the heat, but I think there is a hidden implication even there: May isn't annoyed at her breasts, even though they are the ones directly responsible for making the summer months increasingly harder on her. She is annoyed at the heat. I imagine that an older May has gotten so used to her ever-increasing size and everything that comes with them - the weight, the stares, the clothing issues and comments - that she at some point just stopped caring. 

The May in this set has long since become fully aware of what she has, a contrast with the somewhat naive and playful attitude that defined her younger self, but rather than scold her breasts she just tries to deal with it. She knows they won't magically go away or get any smaller; this is her body, and so rather than worrying about what others think if she strolls into town wearing this or them seeing some bit of boob (people will stare anyway, regardless of what she wears/does) she just goes for comfort. 

A fellow gentlemen of refined taste whom I chat with at times phrased it like so (reposted with his permission):  

The idea of May having resigned herself to her existence as a walking, sentient pair of voluptuous tit fat really is the most natural outcome for her. And it's not as if she is blaming her tits or having any ill will towards them - all the years of staring and groping, all the comments and remarks, and of course May's own naivety; all of that has only enforced the idea into May's young mind that she is her tits. Her own sense of self outside of being the bustiest teen in all of Hoenn (and probably the whole world) slowly diminished conversely to her bust's continuous growth. So of course being annoyed at her breasts for all her summer heat problems doesn't even cross her mind.
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That resigned attitude would also naturally apply to May's choice of clothing. Though in this case it's not as if she really had a choice. Her breasts can and will shape any clothing to their will, bursting through or popping out of anything that's not their liking and tightly contorting everything else to their shape and size. And these are the kind of struggles she faces just from putting something on. Once movement comes into the mix that's when the real battle begins. The simple act of walking already causes these monsters to jump and lash out like... well, monsters. Other kinds of movement most other people consider so trivial they don't spend a second thought on them, like walking down stairs or bending over to pick something up become herculean struggles against the ever bouncing, free moving weight of her twin udders. So just like a trainer who lacks the badges to keep his overleveled trade mon in check, May has accepted that she can't contain or control her own overstuffed pair of fuck meat. So she lets them roam around freely, only putting in the minimal amount of effort of concealment and prioritizing her (breasts') comfort.

Speaking of said breasts. Most poll voters thought that the best outfit for May was the "Sweaty Saggy Natural" one, aka none at all. But unsurprisingly, the white crop top was a close second. White clothes have the advantage that they become more transparent when wet, and since the thing has been getting absolutely drenched in May boob sweat for hours..you can see the results. As aforementioned friend put it:

The big highlight of this set clothing-wise though was the sweat drenched, almost see through white crop top. Not only does that thin piece of fabric leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, but the way it closely sticks to her body only highlights May's absurd curves. But since it technically counts as clothing you could totally see May happily skipping through town (braless as ever) with only that tiny, drenched piece of cloth on her upper body, as it does absolutely nothing to shield her virtually naked funbags from the eyes of everyone around her or to stop said funbags from jiggling and sloshing around with wet slapping sounds as she bounces along. It basically fails in everything clothing is supposed to do, which makes it the perfect fit for our breast girl.

Gravititty