To love flat breasts is to have no imagination, no ambition, no desires. It is emptiness and null, just like the weight of a titlet's nonexistent boobs. A titlet lover's love has an absolute limit, and anything that deviates from that limit is wrong. In fact, it is not wrong to say that to love flat breasts is not to love at all-but to hate everything else. Only when there are no breasts at all do they feel nothing at all-neither love nor hate-and as breasts expand their hatred grows. Can one truly call such an experience love?
To love large breasts is to fill one's mind with color, with hunger, with ever-burning ambition. Big bouncing breasts push mankind ever onwards with the fires of progress burning in our hearts. A lover of big breasts is limited only by their own ambitions and hunger; some may seek only a certain amount, while others may chase ever greater heights of boobage. It is not hatred that spurs these danmaku on, but a deep and abiding love that swells as grandly as the boobs they seek. And these danmaku do not hate titlets-for they see in all women the potential to grow greater, uplifting rather than oppressing.
Titlets are a force of hatred and emptiness. Breast growth is a force of love and fulfillment.
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To love large breasts is to fill one's mind with color, with hunger, with ever-burning ambition. Big bouncing breasts push mankind ever onwards with the fires of progress burning in our hearts. A lover of big breasts is limited only by their own ambitions and hunger; some may seek only a certain amount, while others may chase ever greater heights of boobage. It is not hatred that spurs these danmaku on, but a deep and abiding love that swells as grandly as the boobs they seek. And these danmaku do not hate titlets-for they see in all women the potential to grow greater, uplifting rather than oppressing.
Titlets are a force of hatred and emptiness. Breast growth is a force of love and fulfillment.