I wish it was socially acceptable to go around showing people your breasts, because I seriously want to show everyone I know my awesome new boobs.
I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that pregnancy would make my breats grow. But having never been particularly concerned about my breats, I didn't think much about it.
And then, just 10 or 11 weeks in, they were noticeably bigger. And then bigger. By week 16 or so, I had to buy new bras because my old ones were compressing my ribs. From then on, there's been a pattern: just when I think they're done growing, they grow some more.
They're huge now. HUGE. I can't believe what I see in the mirror. I can't believe I'm so fascinated with them. I don't even know if I like them or not -- they're just so there. I've got porn star boobs, except they're better, because they're not shiny, plastic-like or hard. They're perfectly round and soft and full. And I have this great clevage. Even when I just wear a basic shirt with no bra if it has a lined bust or something, the clevage is there.
It's absolutely crazy, both the way they look and the way I'm obsessed with them. I never thought they'd look like this, and I never thought I'd care. And the fact that they've grown in this way just because of my hormones, because my body is producing milk so that I can feed my child -- fuck, it completely blows me away. I've had to do nothing -- nothing -- and this has unfolded before me, on me, in me. It's not to say that they're perfect, what with the viens and darkened nipples and such. But they're fascinating nonetheless.
I just wish I could let you see for yourself and let my breasts mesmerize you like they've mesmerized me.