Damn. I hoped to have bumped this thread. But oh well.
I have run the gambit of tit sizes. When I got my tits from the Titty Fairy, I was graced with size C's. That was as a teen. No question had to go straight into a bra. Ugh. Then as the years passed I got used to them. I had our Mini person and my tits jumped from C's to D's. Then the milk came in-DD's. Holy shit-- the most radical boob job that was temporary.
After the milk ran dry, I was a solid A cup. I felt ashamed, the first time in my life I hadn't needed a bra. OMG. Then as I gained weight do to some difficulties, I am now resting at a comfortable B cup. Yes, I have thought of maybe a lift- but, Hung prefers natural. I prefer knowing my titties are the way they are because of the good things I have done with them.
I can titty fuck, I can lick and suck my own nipples and I can make Hung happy when I wear a nice pushup bra and he sees my NICE TATAS. A woman can be unhappy with her tits the very same way a man can be about his cock. Also a woman can require the same "ego-stroke" that men need, to get off or truly enjoy the pillows on their chest.
There are times, even to this day when I look at myself and find disgust in the mirror, and other days I look in the mirror an remind myself I grew a human.
Oh and yes I have a big arse - but, I have always had one!