The Prodigal Breasts Return

Within eight weeks of my pregnancy I had gone from barely a "B" bra cup to a "C." My husband who has always claimed to be a "Butt Man" now got to enjoy a decent "motor boating." The areola changed color, the nipple enlarged, and I felt like a tribal woman from the Shoka Zulu realm.

Then after my daughter's birth my breast took yet another transformation. It was painful enough having chapped cracked nipples from an unquenchable baby, but I dare not miss or delay a feeding. Like electric shock signaling a "Let Down" my breasts could become so engorged I inflated beyond a double "D." The breast could be so tight with milk I was sure to rupture. Then the best feeling of relief was thrusting the most engorged breast towards my daughter to allow her to suckle out the intense pressure. After an hour of nursing the once prominent breast could be drained to a wimpy size "B." My husband would get excited about my breast size, however after any hour or more of nipples covered in saliva tender from constant friction I gave him the stink eye suggesting that my once sexually aroused triggers were closed for business.

Has your mother ever told you, "My tits hang to my knees because of you." Imagine an un-inflated balloon. Blow it up then let the out the air. Repeat this action ten plus times and notice the balloon's elasticity has been altered. Well, I was told and read that the ligaments supporting the breast tissue suffer from relaxin during pregnancy, the hormone that also targets the ligaments of the uterus allowing them to stretch as the baby grows. The theory is wear a good supportive bra during pregnancy to prevent over stretching of the breast ligaments and you will not have the droopy chest syndrome after the child's birth.

HogWash!

Wishful thinking. Go back to the idea of a balloon. I may have contained my ligament strength wearing a bra at all times, but the elasticity of my skin and fatty breast tissue has been stretched beyond limits and unless I get the ole nip and tuck nothing is going to change.

Now after much weening I am no longer a "D." I have returned to my mere "B" cup able to, after two years, finally wear my old bras. Even though my old cup size has returned to me my firmness has not. I am squishy. If I want rock hard breasts I will need to have another baby and endure engorgement. But I am glad to have my small breasts back. Everything fits and feels lighter. I got my try as a busty woman and it just ain't for me.