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Udder Men
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2020-09-13 11:44:26

    Got a CuriousCat the other day ;

    https://curiouscat.me/UdderM

    Feel free to send me any questions you may have either here or over there ;D I’ve got it connected to my twitter, so follow me there (UdderM) to stay up to date on me.

    Pics are of me at work, my nips pumped up under my shirt one day ;) Then, another day had the store to myself, so I spent some time with my nips out, fully exposed to anyone passing by that might look in the store windows.

    uddermen

    Just wondering, have you noticed increased sensitivity in your nipples the more/bigger you pumped them? Or is it about the same, just more area to play with?

    There’s definitely a bit more sensitivity ;)  Though it’s a bit different for everyone, based on how each person’s body is wired.  Some people get orgasmic increases in sensitivity, some get some increase.  Some just get more area to play with.  Some lose sensation, though I think some of those might be doing it wrong.  But again, it’s mostly tied to how your body is wired~

    muscleox

    I’ve also found it is also about being comfortable with how your nipples respond and make you feel. I’ve played with straight guys who get turned on by nipple play, but feel it makes them less masculine. Straight guys I joking say only have two erogenous zones: dick and balls. I understand it….its like the guys who “cum and get straight”.

    Fist time I felt “exposed” was when I was out on a weekend and in a string tank…. and saw a straight work colleague at the fetish fair event. He saw me before I saw him and he was walking and realized my tits were very visible from the HURT and I had pumped them that morning; easily a DD. I had picked the tank top because they showed. I thought about acting like I didn’t see him and quickly rushing away, but knew he’d seen me and that I saw him.. With the tank top being white and tight i wasn’t wearingl a bra, but cleavage was very deep and they stuck out quite well with my nipples clearly erect and huge. My tits were out of the bra" figuratively and literally. So I waited and watched him come over and look/stare. I was surprisingly natural and comfortable, broke the tension, and he relaxed as well. We chatted some, and he admitted that people knew I had fairly sizable tits but… He did expect they would be this big. “Are the real and fabulous?” he jokingly.

    I was so turned on at this point, I said why not feign a fall and see. He did. As he groped me tits he said wow… I can’t wait to to spread this news, and do this again.

    “Work is gonna be interesting” I said, and thought “maybe running away would have been better.”

    said nd were okay with it. He said he won’t

    uddermen

    That’s a good point :) Being comfortable in a situation (and being confortable with whoever might be involved) can definitely be a big factor in perceived sensitivity levels.

    Thank you for sharing :D Sounds like a crazy hot situation. You’ve got a stunningly beautiful set, I have to say ;)

    Tmi Tuesday

    Had a question recently that I thought would be nice for TMI Tuesday ;) It’s something I’ve talked about before, but if anyone is new to following me or missed that post, then here you go.

    Basically, “Have your chest and nipples always been so big?”

    My chest? Since middle school, yes. My nipples? I pump them to make them bigger, but like my chest, they had already grown naturally large back in middle school.

    I was one of those guys that ‘grew tits’ during puberty. My chest and nipples both plumped up back in middle school. I was ashamed of them at first, using baggy clothing to hide my body. I got made fun of for being a boy that had breasts. Any time they stood erect, I’d try to push them back flat, or as flat as my plump nips would go. I loved touching them and playing with them when I played with myself, though. They’ve always been a bit on the sensitive side, standing erect at any touches, making me harden up when they got attention. I’m sure you can imagine how that worked against me, lol. Picture my younger self, nipples erect under my shirt, the fabric rubbing against them, stimulating them, so my younger self poked them and tried to press them down, afraid of anyone noticing them, my shaft stirring, growing to full attention, forcing my young self to shove a hand down my shorts/pants to readjust my bulge so I wouldn’t be tenting too obviously. My parents gave me a number of awkward looks throughout my teenage years, fidgeting with myself sometimes out in public.

    I found a good number of pics with guys that had big nips ;) It made me feel, at least online, that maybe my chest was ok. In college, I spent a bit of time on an online gay chat site. I found myself jealous of how confident some guys are with showing off their bodies. Guys with all kinds of body types, large, small, thick, thin, overweight, underweight, guys with big chests, guys with big packages, guys with big guts, and guys with any mixture of those or none at all. I took a few pics of my chest and decided to show them off on the site, thinking maybe I could gain some confidence by faking the confidence. Every so often, I’d get a nice comment on my chest pics. It felt amazing. For years, I thought my chest was undesirable, but here were guys that loved the shape, the fullness of my chest, the width of my nips. It was right around then when I saw a guy with an amazing profile pic. His nipples were huge, thick and long, jutting at least a full inch if not more outward. I fell in love with the sight of them, so prominent, and he displayed them so proudly. So I started up a chat with him, asking about them. He was friendly and informative, he told me about nipple pumping and how I could get started. He said my own big nipples were perfect for pumping, bigger than his when he got started. I eagerly got ahold of my first set of pumps, and I started growing mine.

    I loved the feeling of them being bigger, how thick and meaty they felt. A part of me was still nervous about them being visible under my shirts if I pumped them too big... but a part of me wanted that, wanted to display them, my nipples, my chest, wanted attention drawn to them. So I bought some less baggy clothing, clothing that my nips would stand out in naturally, unpumped, and I pumped them. I loved it even more. The shame I had felt back in grade school for having ‘tits’ slowly melted away as I pumped them again and again. With each session, I grew more proud of how they stood under my shirts, more proud of their natural size and shape, more proud of how much bigger they could get with pumping. I loved the idea of them growing massive, no limits to how plump, how lengthy they might become. I started buying clothing that hugged my chest for the sole purpose of making my nipples as visible as possible. I’d go on walks at a nearby park in outfits that put my freshly pumped, huge nips on display. I posted a number of pics and vids here of my chest while out on those walks ;)

    And here I am today ;D Totally in love with my nipples, totally in love with pumping them bigger and bigger, totally in love with displaying them in any way I can. From all the pumping, they’ve permanently grown larger. They stand more erect, now all the time, aching for more attention, calling out to anyone that looks my way.

    Time for me to get dressed for work, now. Just slept in my nipple pumps, and my nips are nice and juicy for work ;) Everyone, feel free to send in more questions for TMI Tuesday~ I’ll answer them all when I get off work this afternoon.

    Tmi Tuesday

    Had a question recently that I thought would be nice for TMI Tuesday ;) It’s something I’ve talked about before, but if anyone is new to following me or missed that post, then here you go.

    Basically, “Have your chest and nipples always been so big?”

    My chest? Since middle school, yes. My nipples? I pump them to make them bigger, but like my chest, they had already grown naturally large back in middle school.

    I was one of those guys that ‘grew tits’ during puberty. My chest and nipples both plumped up back in middle school. I was ashamed of them at first, using baggy clothing to hide my body. I got made fun of for being a boy that had breasts. Any time they stood erect, I’d try to push them back flat, or as flat as my plump nips would go. I loved touching them and playing with them when I played with myself, though. They’ve always been a bit on the sensitive side, standing erect at any touches, making me harden up when they got attention. I’m sure you can imagine how that worked against me, lol. Picture my younger self, nipples erect under my shirt, the fabric rubbing against them, stimulating them, so my younger self poked them and tried to press them down, afraid of anyone noticing them, my shaft stirring, growing to full attention, forcing my young self to shove a hand down my shorts/pants to readjust my bulge so I wouldn’t be tenting too obviously. My parents gave me a number of awkward looks throughout my teenage years, fidgeting with myself sometimes out in public.

    I found a good number of pics with guys that had big nips ;) It made me feel, at least online, that maybe my chest was ok. In college, I spent a bit of time on an online gay chat site. I found myself jealous of how confident some guys are with showing off their bodies. Guys with all kinds of body types, large, small, thick, thin, overweight, underweight, guys with big chests, guys with big packages, guys with big guts, and guys with any mixture of those or none at all. I took a few pics of my chest and decided to show them off on the site, thinking maybe I could gain some confidence by faking the confidence. Every so often, I’d get a nice comment on my chest pics. It felt amazing. For years, I thought my chest was undesirable, but here were guys that loved the shape, the fullness of my chest, the width of my nips. It was right around then when I saw a guy with an amazing profile pic. His nipples were huge, thick and long, jutting at least a full inch if not more outward. I fell in love with the sight of them, so prominent, and he displayed them so proudly. So I started up a chat with him, asking about them. He was friendly and informative, he told me about nipple pumping and how I could get started. He said my own big nipples were perfect for pumping, bigger than his when he got started. I eagerly got ahold of my first set of pumps, and I started growing mine.

    I loved the feeling of them being bigger, how thick and meaty they felt. A part of me was still nervous about them being visible under my shirts if I pumped them too big... but a part of me wanted that, wanted to display them, my nipples, my chest, wanted attention drawn to them. So I bought some less baggy clothing, clothing that my nips would stand out in naturally, unpumped, and I pumped them. I loved it even more. The shame I had felt back in grade school for having ‘tits’ slowly melted away as I pumped them again and again. With each session, I grew more proud of how they stood under my shirts, more proud of their natural size and shape, more proud of how much bigger they could get with pumping. I loved the idea of them growing massive, no limits to how plump, how lengthy they might become. I started buying clothing that hugged my chest for the sole purpose of making my nipples as visible as possible. I’d go on walks at a nearby park in outfits that put my freshly pumped, huge nips on display. I posted a number of pics and vids here of my chest while out on those walks ;)

    And here I am today ;D Totally in love with my nipples, totally in love with pumping them bigger and bigger, totally in love with displaying them in any way I can. From all the pumping, they’ve permanently grown larger. They stand more erect, now all the time, aching for more attention, calling out to anyone that looks my way.

    Time for me to get dressed for work, now. Just slept in my nipple pumps, and my nips are nice and juicy for work ;) Everyone, feel free to send in more questions for TMI Tuesday~ I’ll answer them all when I get off work this afternoon.