I like really big breasts. Though for me, its not just the size of them, I guess its something more- huge breasts are kind of seen as ‘obscene’ in our society. They draw a lot of attention to themselves. Women with really large breasts are either trying to downplay them or show them off, its rare there is some naturally huge breasted woman whose breasts are just ‘there’ at least to my own perverted perception.
Before I met my wife, I had a friend with benefits that had really enormous natural breasts, and as shallow as it sounds, that was my favorite part of her. When I find out the only reason she was sexually attracted to me was because I was ‘tall’ I was kind of releived that we were both being equally shallow to each other.
I blame being obsessed with huge breasts on having two parents that gave me blatant mixed messages- my dad would always point out a woman with a revealing top/nipples pointing out (and this was when I was pretty young, too young to really be caring it should be worth looking at). My mom was the opposite extreme, overreacting to me seeing nudity in movies/television which just made boobs that much more fascinating.
At my old job I had a boss who, from the neck up looked like a transgendered Jack Black but from the neck down had huge enormous breasts always in these tops that had plunging necklines (which was probably kind of inappropriate in a job where we tutored kids ). I admit I found the woman very intimidating to me because not only was she a real hardass to me since I was lazy and argumentative, I was always worried I was inappropriately looking at her boobs.
My wife can always tell when I’m leering at some woman. She doesn’t get jealous, but does get embarassed because apparently its super obvious to everybody but myself. Lucky for my she’s one of those kinds of women that will point huge titted women out to me (maybe she gets a kick out of my reaction, I dunno; I’ll point out buff guys to her as well).
Wife: “Look, Incubus, that woman is bending down to pick up a penny! You can see right down her top!”
Me: “HOLY SHI…”
Wife: “shhh shhh you’ll scare her away!”
Ack! Not intentional. “Milking it” - indeed a poor choice of words in this context. Did not mean to be crude.
Anybody know what the standard time to heal is after an enlargement? Assuming a fairly physical job?
Can someone make a valid poll out of this? I’d love to see the statistics. Most guys, including me, don’t give a shit about breast size, by the looks of it.
So why do women place so much emphasis on this attribute when men don’t care?
The men who don’t care and/or have unusual preferences, especially if it makes them seem cooler or more sophisticated than the norm, are much more likely to be vocal about it in a thread like this to make sure everyone knows it, so you get a skewed perception on the numbers.
Its the woman inside that men fall for. Work on her before you go lopping, chopping, and carving things out.
(Please?)
If it was the reverse, how many guys would have their penis chopped to add a length of zero-sensitivity garden hose?
“Its up to 11 now.”
“…but you can’t really feel anything, can you…?”
“…but… it goes up to… 11…”
or worse…
“That was wonderful! Earth shattering! I think that I shall never want it any other way. How was it for you?”
“Ssssh! Kobe Bryant is about to sink number 82! Oh… glad your happy, honey. Are we done yet? This angle blocks some of the screen…”
As a rule of thumb, men like breasts. Not big ones, not small ones. Just breasts. As long as you have some, and they’re not some completely freakish size, shape or color, we’re usually OK. The standard design and normal size range is pretty damned amazing. Now stop worrying about it. Thank you.
Which reminds me of something: One of the things I liked the most about my favorite (now ex-) girlfriend was how much she loved her own breasts. I think she was as much in love with them as I was. It was great. It was something we could share. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone with that particular quirk again. Women usually seem to be unhappy or at best indifferent about their assigned frontage, no matter how much I rant and rave.
The difference between the two is that most women aren’t going to see your, uh, ‘stuff’ until your already in the bedroom, at which point they’ve probably invested at least a bit of time and energy in the relationship, so there’s more reason to say ‘oh, sunk costs, what the hell’.
Breast size doesn’t make a big difference, although larger than D may be too much. I’m thankful to be married to a woman with a big butt, and she knows it.
BTW, if I had a partner who either a) was insecure enough to be willing to insert bits of silicone into their anatomy to make me like them more, or b) was bonkers enough to ask me to insert bits of silicone into my own anatomy, that person would be shown the door faster than you could say “fat chance, buster”.
Also, if I wanted a partner made of plastic, I would get an inflatable one from the local sex shop.
Although I guess those two from the OP deserve each other.
I don’t get the hate for boob-jobs around here. I mean, yes, a breast enlargement can be done badly, or way out of proportion, but I don’t have any more problem with it than other cosmetic surgery. Which is to say, I probably won’t partake of it myself, but I don’t have anything against those who do, and I can certainly find it attractive when done well.
I find this dubious - just cause you have more nerve endings per square inch - doesn’t mean you NECESSARILY get more out of it. Total amount should count for something too I mean maybe scientists have worked this all out and know for a fact that it is true. But it sound like it’s more like something people tell their flat chested daughters at night to get to sleep. When has anything like this come in handy (“oh - the tip is the most sensitive - you can ignore the rest?” “Only the outer third of the vagina can feel anything?”)
Show me a guy who like a two inch blow job and a girl that likes a three inch penis and well - you get the point.
And I gotta say the women who have really loved their breasts played with were fairly well proportioned. IMHO - if anything it is the opposite.
I gave it my all to a recent A cup - and nada. And past experience shows the same thing. Some women just don’t seem to care - I could be playing with a spot two inches to the left and get the same response. Some do care. Oddly I notice some – maybe 25 - 35% - seem to self stimulate - in a repeating motion - no real pattern to who it is - the ones that stand out most there where pretty much B’s and C’s.
I have talked to plenty of women who have had it done - none have regretted except I think there was one were there was an issue and she had to go back. Not all were normal - but that whole line of “oh she just has low self esteem” is a bunch of arm chair psycho stuff. Most sexually active women aren’t comfortable with their boobs at some point in their life - I’ve had women complain that one breast is larger than the other (some even know all women aren’t perfectly even) - but I’m talking about amounts I just can’t see or feel - sometimes you can - but WE DO NOT CARE.
Side note: As a public service message to all women - unless your breasts are whole cup size or more difference - we most likely don’t notice (much) or care. In the women where it was somewhat noticible - I thought it more cute than anything.
I’m pretty sure there are studies that show breast enhancement consistently makes women happier - and if anything - I bet the 7k will be paid off over the life of the breasts.
While everyone on this board seems to have very noble purposes and motives - the rest of the world isn’t like that. Even for a guy - being less attractive hurts you financially.
As far as I go - I prefer larger - around a C would be ideal, but it’s more of a preference. I seem to prefer the “type” of the woman I last really liked in a serious relationship. If she is smaller - I seem to be attracted to petite - if larger - I look more for that.
They don’t really do anything - they are better from afar - once you have them - it kinda is like touching the 3D thing with your glasses just to make sure they are still there. I’ll still touch them no matter what - and like it.
If nerve endings get further apart, maybe we can really get young men interested in cosmology by giving up the balloon analogy to show the expansion of space, and use a boob analogy instead.
I guess I’ll share. I got implants several years ago. EVERYONE I’ve ever told was very surprised that I would get them (because I don’t seem like the type), and EVERYONE who found out I did have them was very surprised (because they don’t look fake at all). I’ve also been with a few guys both before and after (damn recycling), and just for a fun experiment, I never told them, but waited until they finally brought themselves to ask. Everyone’s been cool with it. It’s really not that big of a deal and I don’t take anyone seriously when they claim it’s a big deal to them if a woman has them. It’s never once been my experience.
You could feel them when I was skinny if you tried, but only from a certain angle (underneath). Now, until I am skinny again, they don’t even feel unnatural (well, to be honest I’ve never felt any boobs at all other than my own, but as far as I can tell). It’s just not that big of a deal and isn’t going to be life-changing one way or the other (assuming you go to a reputable surgeon and get a reasonable size), but I’m glad I got mine.
The biggest change for me has probably been that I can no longer be a little bit smug about having real nails.
Generally speaking though, no, I think it makes a little bit less of a difference to men than I would have thought. I’ve been thin with small boobs and thin with medium boobs and the response hasn’t been all that different. That was never a disappointment to me though; I’ve always been happy with my results.
I was looking at Playboy one day in the 80’s, and I formed the opinion that, although it had a reputation as a big-breast magazine, it was really a beaughtiful-face magazine. And good skin, but that could be touched up and blurred. Yes, there were breasts in the pictures, but the pictures were always composed to focus attention on the face.
…Men are so shallow…
Anyway, I like women as objects. I don’t know why: I don’t feel the same way about men, or mountains, or tigers. I can get just a touch of it from some Maplethorpe pictures of flowers, and from some Ansel Adams, but mostly I love the look of women. Within that general statement, if I had the opportunity to choose between A and D, I 'd probably pick A: big breasts look like they’d be a lot of work, and I’d rather choose joy than suffering.
). I admit I found the woman very intimidating to me because not only was she a real hardass to me since I was lazy and argumentative, I was always worried I was inappropriately looking at her boobs.
I mean maybe scientists have worked this all out and know for a fact that it is true. But it sound like it’s more like something people tell their flat chested daughters at night to get to sleep. When has anything like this come in handy (“oh - the tip is the most sensitive - you can ignore the rest?” “Only the outer third of the vagina can feel anything?”)