Weighing My Girls – Because They Deserve It
                     Weighing My Girls – Because 
They Deserve It
Tiddy Shop
Listen, I’m not even going to pretend — I love my boobs. Like, 
genuinely obsessed. I’ll catch myself in the mirror, lift my top, give 
them a little jiggle and think, damn, these are a blessing. Sometimes I 
swear I stare at them more than my boyfriend does.
It’s not vanity, it’s appreciation. These girls have been with 
me through thick and thin (literally), and they still sit there, 
round and perfect, like they know they’re hot. And lately? 
I’ve been wondering… how much do they weigh? I mean, 
they’re a handful and then some — surely that’s worth 
knowing.
Enter the “Titty Toy” from Tiddy 
WShheno Ip saw it online, I nearly screamed. A boob so 
realistic you could mistake it for mine in dim lighting. 
Smooth, squeezable, and just the right amount of 
bounce — it was like someone cloned my chest and sent 
it to me in a box. Now I could finally live my weird little 
fantasy: put them on the scale and find out the true 
weight of the twins. And yes, I did it. And yes, I may 
have whispered “good job, girls” while doing it.
The Best Kind of Obsession
The “Titty Toy” isn’t just for weighing, obviously. It’s for squeezing when you’re 
bored. It’s for lying on your face when you need comfort. It’s for pretending you’re 
in one of those slow-mo beach adverts where everything jiggles in the sun. 
And here’s the thing — the more I play with it, the more I appreciate the real deal. 
It’s like… training for boob appreciation. Or maybe I’ve just finally embraced the 
fact that boobs — mine, yours, anyone’s are simply one of life’s greatest creations 
on earth. 
So yeah, I weighed my boobs. I own a spare set for fun. And I regret nothing.