F25 | Honker-Mogging My Besties

Foreword: lazy requests to see my tits will obviously be ignored, but if you actually engage with my post and experiences, and share your own, I will be quite talkative and who knows what could happen.

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**Honker-Mogging**

/ˈhɒŋ.kər ˈmɒɡ.ɪŋ/ noun (slang)

The act of overwhelmingly dominating or outshining others with exceptionally large breasts (“honkers”), often to a comical extent. Derived from “honker” (slang for breasts, evoking the idea of honking a horn) combined with mogging (from “AMOG” (alpha male of group), to assert dominance in appearance by comparison). It refers to someone whose prominent bust visually eclipses those around them.

Example: “She entered the party and started absolute honker-mogging the entire room—no one could look away.”

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Now that you’ve been educated, I’ll share my experience honker-mogging the bejesus out of my poor friends. All of my friends are beautiful in their own right, but none can hold a candle to me in the booby department. Since I know everybody is going to ask, I last measured in at 34GG, and at that size I don’t exactly go unnoticed. I don’t try to hide them either, not that I would have much luck if I tried, but I actively enjoy wearing sexy clothes and go to a lot of events where it’s expected (eg raves, clubs, festivals, etc). As you can imagine, my rack defines my interactions with virtually everybody, but especially guys. I stopped being surprised by the types of people I’d catch staring: bosses, teachers, students, police, old guys, young guys, strangers, friends and their dads and boyfriends. I have countless stories, from the cheeky glances to the absurdly inappropriate.

But this post isn’t just to boast, I want to talk about titty mogging those friends of mine that join me on nights or trips to the beach. The girls you can barely see behind my girls. There’s a certain resentment some women feel when they get all dolled up to attract some male attention, only to watch as that attention is repeatedly diverted to my cleavage again and again. Or the girls with the boyfriends that blatantly struggle to control their wandering eyes when meeting me for the first time (and I like to make things difficult for them). Maybe it’s cruel, but these instances have been exciting me of late. I love being the one to pull out my phone at a gathering and insist on a group selfie, going for a high angle to ensure my cleavage is the star of the show. Being tall and dark hair only helps me stand out, with some of my shorter friends being practically at boob height with me, having to stare at the reminder of my superior chest in the face at all times.

The best kind of girls embrace the resentment. They aren’t shy about joking about their frustrations and openly talking about their jealousy of my big bouncy tits. That kind of talk usually leads to asking to see them when we get a little drunk. I always oblige, and it only takes a little more alcohol before I’ve got my best friends sucking my tits in the smoking area of a club. Turning that feeling of being ‘out-woman’d’ by your busty friend into some naughty fun is a lot better than just seething while your boyfriend drools over my heaving bosom, wouldn’t you say?

What do you think? Are you a boob obsessed guy that’s had second thoughts dating a pancake chested girl? Are you a girly that’s felt inferior to the point of arousal? Any ladies out there in the same boat as me? Have any fun, wildly inappropriate big boob stories?