Im supposed to be young, and im supposed to have great, perky, firm breasts, right?!?! NO! God i wish.
My breasts are downright ugly, and its not because i “dont see my beauty” or “i bet they look great, youre too hard on yourself”.
I have very plump, yet saggy breasts that kind of curve over the top but not on the bottom. My nipples basically point towards the floor. I also have VERY large areolas and visible veins. They are also a bit tuberous. Its led me to reject even the most GORGEOUS people who have ever expressed interest in me because im terrified of rejection and disappointment, and that they’ll think im vile, that they cant imagine the rest of their life with a woman with such disgusting breasts. It doesnt help that theyre huge, and out there, so i cant even hide it with a t shirt or hoodie.
Its also extremely embarrassing changing in front of friends because all of my friends have nice breasts, perky, small nipples. Like the ones you see in porn. Why arent mine like that? Why did i have to lose the genetic lottery?
Its so hard knowing that my breasts, being the way they are now, are going to get even worse in the future. If theyre this bad now, i cant even imagine for when i have kids. When i age. When they naturally sag more than they already do now. It makes me sick. I cant live like this anymore.
How do i overcome this? Will i ever?

My mother is very causal about nudity. She’s been like that ever since I was young— I never found it odd. We would share clothes, get dressed in front of each other. I’ve seen my mother’s boobs. That’s not strange to me.
She had 4 children, so of course she looks different than me. But my sisters were raised the same way— I’ve gotten dressed in front of both of them, and vice versa. Still, there’s a notable difference between all of us.
Their breasts are round, shaped normally, placed normally. Mine are not. They’re situated at the edge of my torso, I can put my entire hand in the space between them. They’re also awkwardly sized— very top heavy, saggy, size B I think? Not sure. The areola is very large, around 2 inches (an inch of areola, nipple, another inch of areola). It takes about around 3/5ths of my boob.
I went on uglyboobs to try to feel better about myself— I saw a beautiful (her face is very pretty) lady with boobs similar to mine. I clicked on the comments.
‘You are a strange mixture: your tits don't seem to match your body, as if someone had put them there confusing one puzzle with another. Pretty face, beautiful eyes, good shape... but horrible tits’
Womp womp 🫠
Breast surgery has always been on my roster, but I suppose I’ll make it a higher priority.
I don’t understand why my sisters have good body’s while mine is not. I don’t know what I did wrong in life— if I ate badly as an adolescent or what. As is I cannot look at myself and see something that could ever be appealing.
🙃

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Hey all,
I could probably list a million reasons why my breastfeeding isn't working for me. But I'm going to keep it concise and see if anyone who may have dealt with the same issue to help me..
I have large, squishy soft breasts. No matter the technique or positioning, I cannot get a deep latch. It's like trying to expect a giant soft squishy melted marshmallow to somehow end up at the back of my baby's mouth. He clamps his mouth down as soon as he feels my breast at the entrance of his mouth so I cannot flip the nipple in there once I get his bottom lip on the base of my breast/areola. I've watched a ton of videos and have had one expensive consult with a lactation consultant. If I delatch and retry several times he ends up screaming in a tantrum (finally opening his mouth long enough) and has zero interest in breastfeeding. I'm so exhausted from trying to get a proper latch and I'm so ready to give up.
Please help! Thanks in advance

Breast Reduction Surgery: Vertical Incision & Anchor Incision
Breast reduction or reduction Mammoplasty or breast reduction surgery is a plastic surgery procedure designed to treat the physical and psychological discomfort associated with breast enlargement. Here, we provide an overview of breast reduction, its benefits, indications, and the different types of surgical techniques commonly used. If you need safe and sophisticated breast reduction surgery, you should consult for breast reduction in Chennai.
Why do Breast Reduction Surgery
Breast reduction surgery is typically recommended for individuals experiencing the following conditions-
· Macromastia (Enlarged Breasts) - Breast reduction surgery is commonly performed for individuals with exceptionally large breasts that cause physical discomfort and emotional distress.
· Cystic Breast Infections (Polycystic Mastitis) - In some cases, breast reduction surgery may be recommended to address recurring cystic breast infections and associated complications.
· Chronic Pain and Discomfort - Individuals experiencing chronic pain in the back, neck, shoulders, breasts, or headaches due to the weight of their breasts may benefit from breast reduction surgery.
· Loss of Sensation - In rare cases, individuals may experience reduced sensation in the breasts, arms, or fingers due to the size and weight of their breasts. Breast reduction surgery can address this issue.
For this surgery, you need to consult the best cosmetic for at the best breast reduction in Chennai.
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Breast reduction surgery typically involves the following principles-
· Elevating the Nipple-Areola Complex - The surgeon repositions the nipple-areola complex higher on the breast after removing excess breast tissue and skin. This helps achieve a more aesthetically pleasing and youthful breast contour.
· Removal of Excess Tissue - The surgeon removes excess breast tissue, typically from the lower and outer portions of the breast, to reduce its size and weight. Liposuction may be used as a complementary technique.
Types of Breast Reduction Surgery
There are two primary incision patterns used in breast reduction surgery:
· Lollipop Scar (Vertical Incision) - This technique involves making an incision around the areola and a vertical line extending downward. It is suitable for patients requiring moderate tissue removal.
· Wise Pattern Scar (Anchor Incision) - In cases where more significant tissue removal is necessary, a horizontal incision is made along the inframammary fold, combining it with the vertical incision. This creates an anchor-shaped scar.
Benefits of Breast Reduction Surgery
Breast reduction surgery offers several benefits to individuals with large breasts, including -
· Relief from Physical Discomfort - Enlarged breasts can cause chronic pain in the upper back, neck, and shoulders. Breast reduction surgery reduces the weight and strain on these areas.
· Improved Participation in Physical Activities - Excessively large breasts can limit an individual's ability to engage in physical activities comfortably. Breast reduction surgery can enhance mobility.
· Enhanced Self-Image - Large breasts can negatively impact self-esteem and body image. Breast reduction surgery can help individuals achieve a more proportionate breast size, leading to improved self-confidence and body satisfaction.
As the incision is made, the surgeon removes tissue from under the skin to navigate the patient's blood vessels and nerves. Dr. A. Sivakumar is the Founder and Director of Desire Aesthetics, recognized as the city's top cosmetic, plastic, and reconstructive surgeon and also offering the best breast reduction in Chennai.

I understand you technically have to gain weight on good levels for breast growth to work, but isn't areola development independent of actual weight gain? Like you can still lose weight and get areola development, yet why the fuck haven't my areolas changed at all since when I had moobs in fucking hs?
How is it literally took more than 2 years just to hit good levels? Isn't that shit-tier genetics to begin with? How is it I've taken Cypro since the beginning of hrt only stopping when I got on injections, and it's still hasn't done shit for me, despite me having low af T since the beginning of hrt?
Why is it that I've went from 79kg to 69kg as a 178cm tall person (79kg in itself is only slightly overweight), yet I haven't lost a single FUCKING MILIMETER FROM my disgusting large belly?
I'm so sick and tired of not seeing jack shit, and having the most shit tier genetics on this planet. Every single person who transitioned before 90 has seen more results than I have. I don't know a single person who transitioned before 35 who hasn't seen absolutely fantastic results, despite making zero changes in their lifestyles.
So sick of all of this.
And please do not fucking suggest I get FFS or BA or any of that shit. Not only am I terrified and can't afford it, I can't mentally be able to do it. It's critical for my mental health to see natural results from hrt only, otherwise it wouldn't help me with my mental state at all.
At this point I have no more faith in anything in the future and just want to apply for assisted suicide when it's available. That's the best path. Unless I see the same excellent results every single person under the age of 35 has seen on just hrt, I NEED to apply for assisted suicide.

I had the opportunity to have the robotic scar-less thyroid surgery at the Clayman Thyroid Institute performed by Dr. Hyunsuk Suh. So basically they create 4 incisions, one on each armpit and one above each areola. My thyroid was pulled out of my left armpit. I chose this, not because I care about a neck scar, but because it’s safer and there are usually less complications. And this proved to be true because my surgery could not have gone any better! Everything went extremely smoothly. Admittedly, my thyroid wasn’t super swollen and it was completely under control before hand so that probably played a large part in how smooth the surgery went.
I woke up at 3:45 AM and had to take shower and wash with antibacterial soap. Me and my husband stayed at one of the thyroid institute’s affiliated hotels so we took the complimentary shuttle. Arrived at 5:00 AM and got the paperwork started. After that I received a thyroid ultrasound and a Sinoscopy. The Sinoscopy was probably the worst part of the whole experience. I really don’t handle things going up my nose very well, but it was worth it because they did this to identify my vocal cord verve.
Once that was done they took me to my surgery prep room/recovery area to get more paperwork done and set me up in the hospital gown and IV. I have Factor 5 Leiden so I had to have compression wraps on my legs and another ultrasound, but on my legs to make sure there were no clots prior to surgery.
Once that was done, they rolled me to the surgery room and one of the anesthesiologists started me on a sedative delivered through my IV before the anesthesia, but that knocked me out instantly so I don’t know if I said anything funny. I started to come to in the recovery room of the hospital about 3 hours later. The surgery itself lasted 3 hours. So 6 hours had passed since I started surgery.
After I slowly came to, the nurse was talking to me a lot I guess to try and keep me awake and she kept saying “come on I need you to talk”, “why aren’t you talking?” and I was thinking like damn give me a minute, I’m still trying to formulate words! I was a little hoarse so I was having a hard time getting words out but then I cleared my throat of some phlegm and was able to talk just about completely normally! They gave me some ibuprofen and some water but I was feeling really nauseous from the anesthesia and proceeded to puke twice. Surprisingly I didn’t puke up the pills, just the water. I was extremely dizzy, so they transferred me to a wheelchair and I was brought back to the recovery area and was reunited with my husband at that point. It took an additional 2 hours to be less dizzy and nauseous enough to be discharged.
I was still dizzy and nauseous for an additional hour but it eventually subsided.
I had more movement in my neck than expected, but I do need to move it slowly and I of course don’t have full range of motion yet. It’s sore to swallow and I have a lot of phlegm but overall not too bad! The four incisions are covered with surgical glue and I have to wear a surgical bra for 48 hrs.
Very stiff and sore today but rotating on pain killers so it’s manageable! Overall I’m so happy with how smooth it went and even more happy that I have my voice at almost full capacity because that was one of my biggest worries. The only thing voice wise I can’t really do is laugh normally and go really high pitched.
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Anyways, feel free to ask me anything if you want!

This article is one from a series of 33 articles that appeared in Reader's Digest about 50 years ago.
Each article provides general knowledge about a particular organ or body part.
The list of articles is as follows:
CELL
BRAIN
HYPOTHALAMUS
EYE
EAR
NOSE
SKIN
TONGUE
PITUITARY
THYROID
THYMUS
ADRENAL
HEART
LUNG
BLOODSTREAM
EYETOOTH
THROAT
STOMACH
INTESTINE
LIVER
PANCREAS
WOMB
OVARY
BREAST
TESTIS
KIDNEY
BLADDER
PROSTATE
SPINE
THIGHBONE
FOOT
HAND
HAIR
The entire collection of articles can be found at:
https://archive.org/details/IAmJoesBody-J.D.Ratcliffe
https://archive.org/stream/IAmJoesBody-J.D.Ratcliffe/joebody_djvu.txt
Since the articles are so old, it seems likely that any copyright would have expired a long time ago.
So, here is

I am Jane's Breast 

I am one of the most visible signs of womanliness. But today many think of me as little more than a cosmetic appurtenance, a prop for the female ego. I am considerably more than that. My real reason for being is that I am capable of baffling, almost miraculous chemical conversions. I change blood into milk.
I am Jane’s left breast (As in most women, the left is slightly larger than the right.) At one time, the very survival of the human race depended on me. For Jane’s primitive women ancestors, pregnancy was the normal state; baby followed baby. Breasts produced milk almost continuously during the childbearing years and even after those years were over. A granny could put to her breast the infant of a woman who had died, and soon there would be milk.
In actuality, I am nothing more than a modified, and infinitely complex, sweat gland. For the first few days after Jane was born I functioned. Hormones from her mother stimulated me into producing a few droplets of "witch's milk". (So, when he was born, did Joe's breasts.) Then the hormones' effect wore off and I went to sleep. Until Jane was about 12 I was dormant. Then the magic wand of the hormones was waved. Her ovaries matured, and under the pod of their hormones I started developing. (Breasts start developing among Jane’s friends as early as eight years or as late as 18 years.) Fat deposits — I am mostly fat — were laid down. I swelled. My nipple grew, and my areola, the halo around it, took on a heavier pigmentation.
My glandular structure is by far my most interesting component. I have 17 independent milk-producing units. Some women have more, some fewer. Each is shaped something like a berry bush. The berries are my tens of thousands of microscopic alveoli. The invisible droplets of milk they produce feed into the benching ducts and finally into the main stem. The 17 stems terminate in my nipple. My fat coat provides protection and insulation for these delicate structures. I also contain connective tissue to bind me together; strands of this attach to Jane’s chest wall — a kind of internal bra.
I am under almost total control of hormones. Prior to menstruation, they make me swell and I become more sensitive. My really big moment came, with Jane’s first pregnancy, when hormones from the placenta — which links baby and womb — awakened me. The hormone estrogen stimulated growth of my milk-duct system, and progestin prodded development a proliferation of my berry like alveoli. Blood vessels, too, expanded their networks; Blue veins on my surface became visible. My weight doubled. As birth neared, I began a big housecleaning job. Until then my alveoli had been filled with hard cellular material. It was necessary to dissolve this and make room for milk.
When Jane’s baby was born, a new hormone came into production: prolactin, manufactured by the pituitary gland on the underside of Jane’s brain. This remarkable hormone starts my milk on its way.
For the first four days after birth, I secreted a yellowish, watery fluid: colostrum. There was very little nourishment here for Jane’s baby. He lost weight, and Jane fretted. But I knew what I was doing. The colostrum helped clear the baby’s digestive tract of mucus and other debris. Further, in my case, it was rich in antibodies to protect the newborn from diseases that might be deadly — such things as measles, whooping cough, scarlet fever, which Jane had as a child. By the fifth day, Jane’s baby had been cleansed internally and was ready for real nourishment. And I was ready with the perfect food.
Initially, my partner and I produced about half a liter of milk a day. To achieve this, we needed many liters of blood circulating through us each day. From the blood my alveoli plucked glucose, or blood sugar, which my enzymes, the most talented of all chemists, changed into lactose and other sugars acceptable to the infant body. It was the same with amino acids, building block, for casein and other complex milk proteins that the baby would need for growth and tissue repair. Fats went through other transformations. From the passing blood my alveoli plucked minerals, particularly calcium for bone building, and vitamins essential to health.
Jane feared that her infant’s sucking might "ruin" my contours. Her fears were groundless. Nursing would have no effect whatever on stretching the ligaments of my internal bra. She noted that my areola darkened and thickened; new lubricating fat glands had grown here to prevent painful cracking of the nipple. My nipple is composed of erectile tissue. When she put her baby to breast, this tissue hardened, providing a better grip for the hungry little mouth. The sucking brought instant response, thanks to an interesting feature of my architecture. Just under my nipple the stalks of my milk trees widen to make little cisterns — instant milk to assuage hunger pangs.
This tiny supply was soon exhausted. But my nipple is richly laced with sensory nerves. Via them, word was communicated to Jane’s faraway pituitary. Within 30 seconds the pituitary responded, emptying the hormone oxytocin into her bloodstream once this substance reached my alveoli, gossamer muscular walls squeezed shut, forcing milk out. From now on, the baby did not really have to suck — he could simply drink.
The milk that I produced is exactly tailored to infant needs, and that is why we breasts wish women would nurse their infants if they can. Cow’s milk can be modified to approximate the needs of this stage of life. But it can never be quite the same.
Nursing has other pluses. It stimulates Jane’s womb into rhythmic contraction. This helped shrink it back from an envelope large enough to enclose a baby to its normal pear size. Contractions also reduced danger of hemorrhage, and gave Jane a mild sense of sexual pleasure.
At the beginning of lactation, my companion and I produced under half a liter a day — ample for a three-kilo baby. But as baby grew, so did our production — in some women up to one and a half liters a day. The composition of my milk changed, too. As more calcium was needed for building bone and blood, the calcium content of my milk soared.
Finally, after about two months, Jane tired of nursing, though I could have carried on for six months without her baby needing a supplementary diet, except for some vitamins and iron. With no stimulus from a hungry little mouth, my glandular components drifted off to sleep again, and I resumed my normal weight.
What ailments am I prey to? Not many. Perhaps the commonest source of worry is breasts that are either too large or too small. Fortunately, Jane has neither of these problems. My usual weight is 170 grams. Although Jane is 42 years old, I am still firm and erect. Had she not been so blessed, she could have sought the help of a surgeon. But if I were too small, virtually any reputable surgeon would have refused to implant the liquid silicone Jane hears about. However, silicone implants are being used to augment breasts in appropriate patients. Correcting gross enlargement is difficult, major surgery. Then, excess fat and skin are trimmed away — often many kilos of it. The breast is reshaped, and the nipple transplanted to proper position over the fourth rib.
The biggest danger I face is cancer. I am more susceptible to this disease than any other organ in Jane's body, and the most likely cause of cancer death in women. Fortunately, Jane can do a great deal to avoid this disaster. She has heard a lot about self-examination of breasts. With a little practice she can become expert at this examination, detecting lumps so small as to be missed by most doctors. She could lie down; a pillow under her left shoulder, and with the flats of three fingers on her right hand examine her left breast thoroughly. Next, she should put one pillow under her right shoulder and examine the right breast with her left hand. This should be done once a month on some set date — say, two days after menstruation ceases. Further, she should watch for any depression in either breast; cancer tissue, because of its effect on other structures of the breast, can cause a slight hollowing. Any twisting of my nipple from normal position is also signal to watch for. And any abnormal discharge from the nipple should be considered something to be checked into.
Should Jane detect a lump, she should not panic. Chances that it is cancerous are less than one in three. But she should get to a doctor instantly — not wait, as some women do. If cancer is present and detected early, there are several possible operations that offer a survival rate of at least five years for 85 percent of patients. Jane will soon be going through menopause. Then the things that happened to me in puberty will be reversed. I will lose some but not all of my fat deposits. My glandular structure will wither, and nearly disappear. I will shrink.
That about wraps up my story. I was put on earth for an active, productive life, and it makes me rather sad whenever I am considered primarily a decoration — however greatly admired. So I am pleased to report that there is a strong revival of interest in breast-feeding on the part of many of today's young mothers. More power to them!

Edit: before I made this post I had no idea about the calculator 😅 now that it has been brought to my attention I hope it clarifies things for me. Thank you!!!!!!
I think maybe my boobs are a weird shape, or my aerolas are large or something but I have never fit into the size I've been measured to fit in. For example, when I was around 18 I was fitted/measured at Victoria secrets. They told me the 34D I had been buying was definitely wrong and I was 100% 34C. Well, they sent me to the changing room with a 34C and after being made fun of by my friend and the lady for buying a size to big, they were shocked when I stepped out of the changing room with my hands over my nipples bc they didn't fit in the cups.
I got my pregnant and my problem has now been exacerbated. I haven't known what my bra size is for the past year, I had gained weight in that time and nothing fit right anymore. Now the bras I did buy that kind of worked, do not work at all.
I bought 36D and while they weren't comfy, they pretty much fit, at least enough for when I had to leave the house and put one on.
But 36D is definitely not working for me at all anymore. I went to the store today and bought 2 new ones to try, I have the pictures in an Imgur folder I'll post in the comments.
The red one is 36DD, and the blue one is an XL, which said was for 36DD's. I think they are too small...I'm buldging out of the cups and I'm wearing them on the loosest band setting and they seem like the band might be too tight? But it feels like my boobs have 0 support.
Then I have a striped one that was 38D. The band is 100% too big on the smallest setting, it gaped like crazy. I thought the cups worked which is why I bought the 36DD's but I don't know anymore...
I feel like I'm going crazy....is this due to the shape of my boobs? I think they're teardrop shaped, but my areolas are so big I have always needed full coverage so they don't poke out. My current bra is more like a sports bra, and it fits well but gives me kinda uniboob and doesn't really support them much. It mostly just keeps them together, sweaty, and saggy looking.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own Dragon Ball Z or its characters, which are the property of Toei Animation. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement is intended.
lThe Sun shined brightly as the Z Fighters enjoyed a searing summer day, it was a time to celebrate the lack of danger which was ever present in their universe. Goku and Vegeta had started off with a swim race to a tiny island on the other side of the river. The race had ended in a photo finish and to no one’s surprise, the competition ended with a fiery sparring match. Their wives rolled their eyes, groaning at the constant one-upmanship between the two, still they were glad that the fisticuffs were kept miles away from the island. “Can you believe that Bulma? Our husbands can’t even enjoy a nice day without going back into their caveman antics!” Chi-Chi raised her eyebrows as she wiped the picnic bench. “Well, knowing how our men are, what could we have expected, Chi-Chi?” Bulma laughed, brushing her blue hair behind her ears. Unlike Chi-Chi, Bulma was never afraid to show too much skin, be it shorts, skirts, or the occasion low-cut top. This time, Bulma wore a tan crochet minidress, her long legs inviting gazes and gawks. A shimmer of light landed directly in Chi-Chi's eyes; she raised her arms against her face. “Ah, what is that…” “Haha, it’s just my shiny dome again. Sorry we’re late. I was still working on my world-famous egg salad.” Compared to the more masculine and chiseled fighters in the group, Krillin was clearly among the more unremarkable. “Hey! That was uncalled for.” I call it like I see it baldy. But now when it comes to the woman by his side, she was a stunner. Android 18, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell, wore a yellow tank top and a pair of tight blue jeans which made what she had behind her far more interesting than the smelly egg salad she held in her hands “Hey guy, I guess we made it on time with Krillin and 18 too!” the bespectacled Gohan arrived, a smile on his face, but his stand-offish girlfriend Videl’s crossed arms. Chi-Chi greeted her son; “Hey sweetie. You look handsome in that new sweater vest.” “I think it makes him look nerdy.” Videl commented, often picking fights with her boyfriend’s mother, their fiery personalities always at odds. Videl was the opposite of what Chi-Chi wanted for her son; her short hair, hot-headed temper, and tomboyish outfits. Today was no exception, Videl arrived in her long white t shirt, black jogger shorts, and black sneakers. Just as Chi-Chi was about to respond, Bulma interrupted, saving the entire crew from a shouting match," “Hey Videl, it’s been a while. Here try some of Krillin’s famous chicken salad.” Krillin yanked the bowl from the picnic table and offered it to Videl, “Its egg salad! It’s the best kind of salad!” Without a whiff or a glance, Videl swatted it away from her. “Absolutely not. I’m not putting that near my mouth.” The tension broke simultaneously with Krillin’s pride, even Krillin’s stoic wife let out a chuckle, “Amen to that, I bet there's better food to eat than this.” Meanwhile, a lecherous shadow was lurking in the satchel of Yamcha and his small companion. White facial strands poked against the brown leather as wrinkled hands were on a mission. Then they stopped, the determined fingers found what it looked for and gripped a worn-out, blue book. With a flick of his frail arms, pages were turned with care and delicateness for the treasure that was written on the pages. “hehehe, this is a gold mine! You’ve outdone this time Roshi!” Suddenly a door creaked open, Roshi panicked and put the blue book between his shorts, tenting his pants, unintentionally for once. Android 18 walked in; her eyes landed on the bulge with disgust. “Are you serious, you old perv?” Roshi confused, looked down at his shorts. “Well, uh, hehe, you know I can control those things.” Android 18 turned her back and walked towards the door then glared one last time at him, “if I see you anywhere near me, I’ll blast it to smithereens.” Roshi took a deep breath, pulling the book from his loins, “oho, with this book, I’m going to be studying a whole lot!” The ground quaked as the two Saiyans sparred, their tiredness never stepping in the way of a good fight. Yet, it was getting tiresome for their wives and those at the party. “Hey doofuses, the steaks are ready!” Bulma yelled through her Capsule Corp high tech speaker system, enough to make noise across the vast body of water. “huff, ,huff, well, maybe we should take a break Vegeta.” Goku panted with his hands on his knees. “hhh.. fine Kakarot, but I’m not taking this as anything but a victory.” Vegeta, soaked in his sweat, said before speeding off towards the beach gathering. Goku’s eyes lit up once he saw the expensive meats and delicacies. “That looks delicious.” Goku reached for the hotdog, hoping to chomp down to his heart’s desire. His hand was quickly swatted, “Are you kidding, Goku? Wash your hands!” Chi-Chi sternly disciplined him. Goku rubbed his head, laughing cheekily, “Oh sorry, honey. I’ll learn someday.” Soon, the gang were gathered around the picnic table, eating and enjoying the sunny day. Bulma stirred her iced tea, her manicured red fingernails scratching the straw. “So, Gohan and Videl, how are your college courses going?” Gohan beamed with innocence; “It’s been going great! I just got finished with my thesis on frogs, and you won’t believe what I found out.” Chi-Chi's eyes shined with pride, her children’s education was the most important thing to her; she didn’t want them to grow up to be muscle-heads like their father, or even their grandfather, The Ox King, for that matter. Bulma smiled, “That’s wonderful, Gohan. Maybe I’ll send you on a mission to find and dissect Captain Ginyu. Oh Videl, it’s a long story and I’ll fill you in later. But how are your classes going?” Videl poked her potato salad with force, “not as well as the Teacher’s pet over here.” While Chi-Chi gritted her teeth, Goku beside her cracked a smile, “that’s a good one Videl. You know, studying was never my thing either.” Krillin replied, “No kidding, Goku. I remember the only way to keep your attention was to talk about food or training!” The group shared a laugh, yet someone seemed to be missing. “Speaking of training, where’s our old teacher?” Android 18 rolled her eyes and scoffed, “I don’t think you’d want to know...” Chi-Chi, standing beside the large black garbage bags, swatted Goku’s head. “Ow, What’s that for Chi-Chi?” “You haven’t done an ounce of work since we got here, Goku! Now get your lazy butt up and bring these to the city for disposal, Goku.” Goku stared at his wife, her eyes showing that she wasn’t messing around. Goku quickly realized he needed to do what Chi-Chi said, “Of course honey, I’ll be right back!” He sped off in a quick dash, Chi-Chi's dress waving because of the intense speed. Then something caught the group's attention on the beach sands. “Where is it?” Puar rifled through its bag, its tiny blue paws scouring around. Yamcha knelt beside his furry blue friend, “what is it, Puar? You lost something?” Puar stopped and looked at its friend, “My shapeshifting journal. It’s gone. I’ve had it for so long.” Android 18 approached Puar with curiosity, “Did you say, ‘shapeshifting journal’? What is that?” Yamcha filled Android 18 in, “Puar went to shapeshifting school a long time ago. It’s a book fromthat time.” Videl looked over at Gohan with astonishment, then said, “Shapeshifting? As in, changing into other things or people?” Bulma smirked at the two women, they didn’t expeirence the same wacky adventures of her, Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, and Puar. “You missed out on a lot of fun times. But Puar, don’t you already know all you need to know?” Puar sighed, defeated after searching around and coming up empty-handed, “I do, but it’s the code of a good shapeshifter to never lose your Shapeshifting journal. It could be dangerous in the wrong hands.” Oolong chuckled, smacking Krillin’s back, “I sold it for a pretty penny before the school could take it back. That’s what they get for kicking me out.” Krillin poked back, “Maybe you should’ve kept it, since you can’t even shapeshift for more than 5 minutes.” Gohan walked towards Puar, holding its little paw in his hand, “Don’t worry Puar. We’ll all try to help you find it.” Vegeta scoffed, “I’d rather sleep on a rock.” Vegeta flew off quickly.The group spend an hour searching for Puar’s book, Gohan soured above the sky, searching for it with his keen eyes, Yamcha scouted the house, looking in miscellaneous rooms and under couch cushions, and Krillin decided to swim in the ocean to search for it. The group eventually grew exhausted, the book couldn’t have been there, they searched every hole, every table, every cushion, and still couldn’t find it. Gohan landed from the dark sky beside Puar, “I don’t see it from up there, Puar.” Yamcha came through the door, his hair disheveled and unkept, “I didn’t find it anywhere in there. I looked in the bathroom, bedrooms, living room, and even Master Roshi’s room.” Krillin emerged from the ocean, panting uncontrollably, “it’s not...hhh..in ...the..water.” Android 18 rolled her eyes, “A great idea to look in the water, Hun.” Puar scratched its ears, “Well, maybe I misplaced it somewhere else. Thanks for helping anyway, guys.” Suddenly the door opened, and the wrinkled bald man came with another glass of soda. Gohan called out, “Hey Master Roshi, Puar’s shapeshifting book has been missing, did you see it anywhere?” Master Roshi lips twitched, his grey beard shaking with nervousness. His hand slyly covered the back pocket of his shorts as he replied “Did you say shapeshifting book? I don’t think I saw that?” Bulma nodded, not seeing the culprit for what he was. “Alright, well if you see it, just let us know.” The group soon bid farewell to a fun day with a disappointing conclusion, yet they were determined to have more fun times. Goku and Chi-Chi strolled through West City, Goku, typically dressed in his loose Orange Gi, wore something more civil on the orders of his wife; green polo and beige slacks. Chi-Chi opted for her a simple red blouse and a long brown skirt. Chi-Chi looked at her husband who held dozens of grocery bags between his two hands, “Alright, Goku, I think we have enough. You even got something for Master Roshi.” Goku giggled, grabbing the new pink-tinted glasses from one of the bags, “Oh, c’mon Chi-Chi, Master Roshi’s going to love this!” Chi-Chi could help but smile; despite her seeming stoicism, her husband’s good heart has always melted her own. She knew she needed to let him know that she appreciated him. In an inoften-public display of affection, Chi-Chi held Goku’s cheek in her hand, “Thank you for doing all this with me, Goku. It’s been a while since we spend this much time together without you running off.” She leaned in close, her warm breath whispering into his ear, “I think we should spend some more time tonight doing something we haven’t done in a long time, if you know what I mean.” She watched Goku’s expression, she felt the heat rise in her as Goku leaned to whisper in her ears. “I, uh, don’t know what you mean, Chi-Chi.” Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, but before she could spell it out, Goku hit her with a surprise, “I’ve been, uh, meaning to tell you Chi-Chi, Me and Vegeta already planned to train with Whis till Monday.” Chi-Chi pulled back, her fiery temper making its return in a big way, “What?! Are you kidding me, Goku?” Goku chuckled awkwardly, “I was going to tell you, but you were shopping so much, and I... well I forgot.” Chi-Chi dropped the bags in her own hands, leaving Goku to hold them, “I’m going home myself. Go ahead and fly there. And drop those stupid glasses to Master Roshi, why don’t you?!” Goku watched as his wife angrily hauled a taxi, yelling at the driver with her exuberance. With a deep sigh, Goku flew off to Master Roshi’s. Goku landed toes first on the secluded island, the island which he had called home for so many years. “Master Roshi! I’ve got something for you!” Goku didn’t hear a reply from his master and decided to enter the pink house. As he walked through the house, he heard strange grunt and wheezing noises from the bedroom. For a moment, Goku wondered if it would be appropriate to interrupt, could Master Roshi have company over? As he pondered, the door opened. Master Roshi seemed to be sweating, his glasses were off, and was breathing heavily. But something peculiar was that there wasn’t a naughty video on and there weren’t any crude magazines either, the bed was made as well. “Hey Master Roshi, what were you up to?” Goku holding the gift bag stared at the wheezing old man. Master Roshi didn’t reply, instead reaching for a glass of water on the counter. As Roshi gulped down the water, Goku spotted something strange in Roshi’s room. “Hey, is that..me?” Without asking permission, Goku entered Roshi’s room, stopping at a wall with several pictures on it. The picture that caught Goku’ eye was from Goten’s birthday party, him and Chi-Chi together as a couple. Master Roshi quickly entered the room, covering a thick leather book on his bed with his blanket. “Ah, yes, Goku... that’s” Goku’s attention moved from that photo to the others on the wall, “Huh, and that’s Gohan from the party too. Krillin also. You even have a picture of Vegeta on here!” Goku turned to Master Roshi, “Why do you have these pictures taped on your wall?” Master Roshi froze, his mind twirling like a globe until he had one, “Uh, Goku, I have those because... I admire you all...” Master Roshi’s delivery deflated like a balloon, even he couldn’t utter the words with confidence. Goku paused before cracking a big smile and covering his old teacher with a hug, “That’s so sweet, Master Roshi. I didn’t know we meant so much to you!” Master Roshi tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but the way Goku was squeezing him, even that was hard. “No... problem, gift for me?” Roshi squeezed several words through, attempting to get Goku’s tight grip from killing him invertedly “Oh gosh,” Goku pulled back and grabbed one of the gift bags on the floor. He rummaged through the bag and pulled the case out. “Here are some new glasses for you, Try them on!” Master Roshi awkwardly opened the case, pulling out bright pink glasses, fitting his own style. He put them and stared in the mirror in his room, “Hehe, they look great, Goku thanks son.” “Anytime Master Roshi, anyway, I have to get home soon, Chi-Chi's not happy with me and I don’t think I should be hanging around.” Roshi’s eyes widened, to him this seemed like an interesting development, something that could affect what he’s got planned. “Why exactly?” Goku rubbed his hair, his naivety on full display, “I think she doesn’’t wants me to train with Whis, but I already planned it out. She also said she wanted to do something later, but I don’t know what she means.” Master Roshi’s interest was piqued, but he needs to know what exactly Goku, or Chi-Chi, was meaning by that, “do you think she meant.... intimate time?” Goku stared at the ceiling, pondering, “Hmm, maybe that’s it. We haven’t done it in some time, and she’s always been the one to make it happen.” There it was for Roshi’s ears, but now he needed to make sure the conditions were right,” I see, hehe. Goku, I don’t think you should do that, not yet at least. I’ve learned through my many years of martial arts training that er... intimate time can cause poor training.” Goku, the innocent soul trusted his master’s decades of experience than him, “Huh. I never knew that Thanks for letting me know. You’re the best Master Roshi.” He nodded at Roshi, before speeding through the house. As soon as Goku exited the house, Roshi flipped the blanket over, perusing the pages of the book. He set it down after a few minutes, trusting his weeks of dedication, a dedication he hasn’t committed to a long time. His white beard, uncombed and untidy, tickled his chin as he muttered to himself. With renewed vigor, Roshi stared at the photograph of Goku, from the spiky hair, the joyful eyes, the upward curved nose, the immense muscles, and even the orange gi. His wrinkled eyes closed, then slowly opened, staring at the old man in the mirror. Roshi groaned, he’s been at it for several hours every day, and he’s not a step closer than he was on day one. And then, he felt a strange feeling, as if he was being lifted. He peered back to the mirror, and he saw something happening as the mirror began to fog. Roshi’s heartbeat pulsed rapidly, was this really happening? Did he finally do it? After a few seconds, the smoke began to dissipate, and before him was no longer a reflection of a hunched-over bald elderly man, instead the person was muscular, tall, and youthful: It was Goku. Roshi looked down at his hands, there weren’t wrinkles there anymore, but thick knuckles and wide fingers,” This... is...” Roshi stopped speaking, that wasn’t his voice. This was going better than he could’ve ever imagined. But he knew he had to be calm, he had to make sure that his disguise was held as long as he wanted. If the tiny Puar, who had no martial arts discipline could maintain a shape for whenever it pleased, a determined and focused Master Roshi could do it no sweat. In fact, he had focused those many weeks on the final chapter of maintaining a disguise more than he had focused on shapeshifting itself. Now it was time to get the fruits of his labor. Chi-Chi arrived with to the lavish mansion, it was a place they knew well, Bulma’s home. Bulma smiled alongside a tired Chi-Chi, “Looking forward to the time? Goku’s off training. Gohan and Videl went to a seminar, and the little ones are stuck with me. You’ll have plenty of ‘me’ time.” Chi-Chi took a deep breath, gazing at the two, “Maybe it’ll be what I need. Chi-Chi lowered her voice, her arms crossed together, “It’s been so long since me and Goku...I told him and he brushed it off, instead focusing about training.” Bulma put her hand on Chi-Chi's shoulder, “Maybe when he gets back, he’ll be all revved up. Vegeta’s that way. “ Chi-Chi glanced at Bulma, her eyebrows lifted, “Really?” Bulma smirked, “Oh yeah. The moment he spots me after getting home, he’s got me all wrapped up and soon we’re off to the bedroom. “ Bulma started at Chi-Chi's interested gaze, and offered another cheeky insight, “Wearing my sluttiest lingerie certainly doesn’t hurt. Maybe you should give it a shot, you got to give Goku a taste of what he’s missing.” Chi-Chi's face blushed red, she wasn’t used to such forward gossip. “I don’t think I have anything risqué in my closet.” Bulma began opening her purse wallet, “I’d give you some sets, but I don’t think we share the same sizes.” Bulma was right; Chi-Chi's cleavage was much larger than Bulma’s and most certainly couldn’t be contained by a standard bra, and her curvaceous hips were wide enough to bring multiple set of twins. On the other hand, Bulma had a slender figure, her thin waist adorned by a set of nice, but not over-sized breasts. The action when it came to Bulma was below her hips, long, smooth legs and a shapely behind that had a tough time squeezing into pants. Bulma picked out a capsule, pressed the small button, and tossed it onto the floor. A cloud of smoke emerges and withdraws seconds later, a luxury self-driving car in its place, sleek crimson with high sustainability. Bulma turned to Chi-Chii, a mischievous smile on her lips, “My mom’s already home, so she’ll take care of the boys. Let’s go shopping for some sexy stuff.” The women arrived at the mall; Bulma’s expensive heels clacked against the marble floor as men turned to gawk at the two beauties. Bulma guided Chi-Chi towards the lingerie shop, a storefront smattered with expensive teddies, brassieres, and lacy fabrics. Chi-Chi felt embarrassed, shopping for intimates in public couldn’t have been further from the imsge she was used to portraying, but for now she was at the orders of Bulma. Soon the women were browsing the story, Bulma eagerly tossing sets in front of Chi-Chi, who tried getting away with choosing a couple of nightgowns. “This seems nice.” Chi-Chi held up a modest brown teddy, holding it against her curvaceous frame. “Oh please, Chi-Chi." This isn’t the reason we came. You’re going for sexy, not sleepy.” Bulma grabbed the piece from Bulma and laid it over one of the aisles. Bulma walked down the rows; her eyes lit up as she came across a set. “Now this is what I’m talking about!” she turned to Chi-Chi, a cheeky smile on her face. Chi-Chi’s face reddened, but she couldn’t deny the excitement seeping through her. Bulma snapped, getting the attention of one of the store employees, asking for a size suitable for Chi-Chi. After some time, the employee returned with the set. Chi-Chi, eager to get this embarrassment over with, spoke up "I think we have enough now, let’s get checked out.” Bulma shook her head, “Not a chance Chi-Chi. Not until we make sure you like the look.” She wiggled her eyebrows towards the changing room Chi-Chi put her hands up instinctively, almost to cover herself prematurely. “No way Bulma. I’m not doing that here.” Bulma chuckled as she guided Chichi to the dressing room with her hand on Chi-Chi’s back. With one push, Chichi Was thrust into the room with the set in her room. Chi-Chi felt her nerves grow, but deep in her heart, she knew she wanted this, all she wanted was to be desired by Goku, and this was at least something to try. Chi-Chi reached towards the back of her cheongsam, unknotting the fabric. She lifts the dress off herself, revealing a basic black bra that had trouble holding the luscious mounds, and black boy shorts that ended her beautiful backside. After changing, she stared at herself in the mirror, her blush at the explicit display of her body, yet a small smirk couldn’t help itself on the corner of her lips. She looked stunning, sex appeal plastered on her; the blue bra did little to cover Chi-Chi’s breasts, but rather showed them as a prize. Down below, the panties were tight, almost tiny like a thong, squeezing those fat cheeks between the fabric and her light bush peaked through the front. Her toes flickered as she stared at the blue stockings, from her toes all the way to her knees. “How's it look?” Bulma voice went through the dressing room. Chi-Chi replied, trying to sound irritated, “it's fine, I’ll take it.” The car arrived just outside of Bulma’s mansion with plenty of items between the two of them. Chi-Chi hated to admit it to herself, but she enjoyed Bulma’s frankness. Bulma took out her phone, programming the car to drop Chi-Chi off at her home and said goodbye. As she exited the car, she leaned into Chi-Chi's ear, “When Goku sees you in that set, he’ll want to tear it right off and tear into to you.” Chi-Chi shuddered as Bulma exited, she felt the heat emanate from her dress. That night Chi-Chi slept alone at home, feeling lonely, yet hopeful that when her husband came home, he’d finally see her in the way she saw him. Her thick thighs rubbed against each other as she imagined Goku coming home early and seeing her in that provocative set. She saw him lifting her up and setting her down on the table, quickly pulling her panties down, and thrusting into her with intense stamina. Chi-Chi's breath hitched, her hand instinctively reaching for her inner thighs, yet stopping. The weekend alone at the house ended up being busy, there wasn’t any free time for the typical housewife. Chi-Chi finished the chores around the house, cleaning the clothes that have been stacked for days, taking the dry ones off the clothesline, cleaning out the refrigerator, and scrubbing the counters and drawers clean. She crashed on the couch exhausted, a bead of sweat collected just above her fierce eyebrows. AS she stared at the clock, she he couldn’t believe that it was already the evening. It was time for a nice shower. Chi-Chi entered the bathroom, swiftly removing her dress and underwear. She stretched the hairband from her bun, releasing those dark locks that had been tied up since her youth. Before turning the handle, she stared below, seeing her naked body. Her thumbs grazed the creases of her exposed bosom, feeling the sweat from her hard housework. She thought about how her breasts were eye-catching, She could tell how every guy who saw her in public would stare at them, want to hold them as she was holding them. But if they were so desirable, why did Goku ignore them, why did Goku ignore her thick hips and luscious thighs? She didn’t want the desire of perverted strangers, all she wanted was to be desired by her husband. With a sigh, Chi-Chi turned the faucet on and felt the warm water on her isolated skin. She leaned forward, allowing the stream to splash off her weary face. She put her head down, allowing the water to soak each loose strand. But when she tightly held the hair in her hand, an instinctive moan escaped her lips, imagining Goku had clenched her hair and bent her over the wall tiles. She shuddered, feeling the water trickling down her bellybutton, between the thin hair and right through her inner thighs Her palms rubbed soap all around her, her eyes were shut, feeling the steam encapsulate her. Yet she still avoided keeping her fingers near her core. Self-pleasure wasn’t something she was used to and thought only of intimacy between a man and a woman. The water soon shut, and Chi-Chi wrapped herself in a long bathrobe. She entered her room and rifled through the drawers for a two-piece pajama to wear for the night. Then she stopped, she instead moved towards their large closet, pushing several of her cheongsams and Goku’s fighting Gi to find that risqué blue lingerie set with the stockings. The fabric between her fingers, those blue woven linens, set a tingle inside her bathrobe. She shouldered off her bathrobe, her exposed curvaceous figure adorned by the dim corner lamp. With determination, a determination hidden for most of her life, Chi-Chi clasped the straps around her back, wiggled her plump ass into the panties, and stretched the stockings up her legs. Chi-Chi stared at her reflection; a woman who oozed sex appeal appeared through it, one that wasn’t yet confident, but that knew what she wanted at that moment. Suddenly, Chi-Chi heard a door creak, her heartbeat quickened. Was there a stranger in their home in the middle of the night? If so, she was the only one home, she didn’t have her sons or her husband to help. Chi-Chi tiptoed outside of her bedroom, she entered the kitchen and sneakily grabbed a pan from the counter. She leaned against the wall, peering over the corner trying to spot anything in the shadows. She felt that the coast was clear and moved through the doorway but bumped into the intruder and both fell on their behinds. She tightened her grip on the pan as she got up in a defensive posture, but then she saw, through the slit of moonlight through a curtain, a familiar shadow. “Goku?” Chi-Chi was confused, Goku said he was going to be training all weekend, but the pointy-haired silhouette was most certainly her husband’s. “Ah, hehe, Chi-Chi.” Goku said, stumbling in the darkness as if he wasn’t the strongest fighter in the universe. “What are you doing here? I thought you were training with Vegeta and Whis?” "I decided to come home for a little bit to see my sexy wife.” Chi-Chi's breathing hitched, she couldn’t believe it, “R-really? You did that?” "Of course, baby. I told Whis and Vegeta I needed to give Chi-Chi the time she asked for. You remember that?” Chi-Chi lips turned to a shy smile, she leaned in, her fingers feeling those muscular pecs beneath the thick fabric, “Well, let me show you what I got for you then.” Chi-Chi pulled back, flicked on the light switch on the wall. With her hands on her hips, she waited to see the reaction. Goku’s eyes widened as he finally saw Chi-Chi; her body was perfection, the blue bra barely covered her luscious bust, the pink areola peeking through the seams. Her smooth torso and curvy figure were the epitome of a MILF. Goku’s mouth watered as he saw the lacy panties and what he knew was the hidden treasure begging to be plundered. Chi-Chi smirked slyly at Goku, his jaw was nearly hitting the floor, this was exactly what she wanted, and decided to turn, she leaned forward, her back facing him and her stocking-covered legs on their tip toes. She felt like a young woman again, teasing her crush with her luscious and flirty behavior. Goku gawked at the sight, the panties were tiny, her ass was plump just like her juicy thighs. Goku rubbed his nose and felt something, he raised his hands to his eyes, still unable to directly keep his sight away from that gorgeous piece of work. He noticed his fingers had blood on them, a nosebleed not typical for Goku, but typical for... someone else. He quickly rubbed his nose on the orange gi, making sure his nose was clear, this disguise needed to be full proof, a little nosebleed wasn’t going to mess up his weeks of training. As Chi-Chi turned back towards him, she noticed ‘Goku’ was standing closer. His face was glued to those gorgeous mounds of hers and with a swift motion, those two muscular hands grabbed them. “Ooh.” Chi-Chi let out a surprised whisper at the action, Goku was never this direct, but isn’t that what she hoped for? Meanwhile, ‘Goku’ was seemingly in a world of his own, his palms rubbing and kneading the breasts. His eyes were focused, seeing the flesh mash against her chest, his mouth muttering intelligible noises, “Hehe, oohe.” “You like how they look in that bra, Goku?” Chi-Chi asked, her head looking down at ‘Goku’s’. “mmmhm. But I want to see how these puppies look without it.” His hands reached around Chi-Chi's back, fingering the straps open and pulling the bra off with ferocity. Chi-Chi gasped as the bra fell to the floor, she looked at him as he licked his lips at the sight. The massive fleshy orbs were on full display, each crease, each valley, each goosebump. Her nipples were the size of golf balls yet were pointed upward in lust. With a sudden motion, ‘Goku’ closed his two fingers over one and began to carefully pinch and meticulously twist the buds. Chi-Chi's lips opened as ‘Goku’ stared into her, those lust-filled dark eyes getting the desired reaction from her. Then his fingers stopped their prodding, instead his hands grabbed her breast together and his lips hungrily latched onto the poking nipple. Chi-Chi moaned, her instincts guiding her actions to hold ‘Goku’s’ face to her chest. ‘Goku’s’ sloppy drooled over her mounds as his lips kissed and nibbled on the bud. His tongue began slathering all around like an animal, each bump was coated by saliva. After a few moments, he released his grip on the left breast and moved his attention to the other side. His wet mouth devoured the breast as his fingers forcefully squeezed and grabbed the left one possessively. “Oh Goku.” Chi-Chi moaned; her hands caressed his hair as he sucked on her creamy jugs. She whimpered in surprise as ‘Goku’ bit on the nipple, rolling it between his teeth. She had never felt such arousal, Goku was always so tame and patient, and she was the fierce one. But this was another level, he was like an animal. With a swift motion, he gripped her gorgeous ass in his hands, enough to cause red marks, on the creases and carried her to the dinner table. The wooden table shook as he dropped her on her back, her typically neat hair frayed messily over her hair. She looked up at him like a surprised puppy as he felt those stocking covered calves and those creamy thighs. A mischievous smile plastered his face as he hungrily hooked his hands on the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. ‘Goku’s noise spluttered instinctively as he saw her pussy, his eyes trailed across the thin bush and those delicious pink folds already wet with desire. He let out intelligible noises as he blew his nose between fingers and then, his hands moved to his chest, almost as if he were feeling an imaginary beard. Chi-Chi gasped as he lifted her legs above his broad shoulders and his face delved deep between her legs. “Oh! Goku!” Chi-Chi's mouth gaped open as she felt his warm lips connect to her nether lips; Goku had never done this, she never even asked him to, their sex life was so vanilla and infrequent that it felt taboo to receive oral sex. But she couldn’t help her eyes closing and her moans growing louder as his nose rubbed her clit, his tongue slobbering around her labia like a lollypop. She could feel her legs shaking, quivering in pleasure uncontrollably. ‘Goku’ quickened his speed, his tongue darting in and out of her soaking pussy, her sweet nectar smeared all around his chin. She moaned, loud enough to wake up the whole forest as he began squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples. It was too much for her, Chi-Chi let out a loud moan as she climaxed, “ohhh god!” His lips gave one cheeky lick before disconnecting, his spiky hair tickling her thigh as he stood up. Her mind fogged as she fell on her back, her muscles felt like feathers. She tried to catch her breath; this was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Her eyes were closed as she smiled blissfully, “Where’d you learn how to do that, Goku?” There was no response, instead she heard clothes rustle. Chi-Chi barely opened her eyes, still coming off her high, only to see Goku was naked, his classic orange gi was on the floor, his thick biceps and carved torso were iron-sharp, refined from a lifetime of training. Her eyes squinted and her chin remained open as she saw his massive member, maybe she was still in her haze, but it seemed bigger than she remembered. But without time to reflect on it, ‘Goku’ spread her legs once again and lined his member alongside the wetness, coating it swiftly, before pushing his bulbous head into her. “Oh, fuck yes” ‘Goku’ screamed, his eyes rolled back into the sockets. She moaned, feeling him just barely inside of her in and out slowly, as if teasing her of what’s to come. ‘Goku’s continued thrusting as his eyes observed, almost as if he’s never seen it before, he watched the tip push through, feeling the heat and the raw sex. He stared into her dark eyes, he didn’t see the ferocity of the hot-headed housewife, it was almost submissive, a craving for him to take charge. And that he did. He thrusted into her, nearly all of him deep inside her sweet pussy. She gripped the edges of the table, feeling his massive girth plunge into her heated core. She didn’t know how, but it felt so different, so much bigger, so much longer than before. But right now, she didn’t care how, he could’ve wished for a larger cock by using the Dragon Balls for all it mattered, right now she was getting fucked right by her husband. “Ooh, ugh, ooh,” Chi-Chi grunted as Goku slammed into her with speed and vigor. Her luscious tits shook wildly with each powerful thrust. “You like that Chi-Chi, hff,huh? You like this big dick inside you?” ‘Goku’ leaned in as he thrusted all the way inside her, feeling all of her around his thick cock. She moaned, her lips quivering as she felt his hot breath on her face, blowing her messy hair. ‘Goku’ bit his lips as he squeezed her breasts, while his hips kept pushing into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every motion. “Always covering these sugar tits in those dresses, but you’re really a dirty girl aren’t you, Chi-Chi? “ Chi-Chi squinted her eyes open with lust, Goku never talked like that to her, it was so lewd, but she loved hearing it now. Their noses rubbed against each other, their mouths sharing heat amidst the uncontrolled thudding and raucous slapping of skin. “Mmm, Baby...” Chi-Chi whimpered, her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms nearly limp at her sides as he thrusted balls deep into her repeatedly. 'Goku’ forcefully clutched her cheeks with both hands and kissed her ravenously, his tongue dominating hers between their groans and moans. A sheen of sweat covered the two lovers, the scent of sex and passion filled the room. The pleasure built with a force and the intensity rose as each raced closer to their peak. ‘Goku’ thrusts became quicker, his cock ramming in like a piston as Chi-Chi screamed with ecstasy. “Here it comes!” ‘Goku’ cried, pumping vigorously with each word until he came, unloading himself into her pussy. Chi-Chi collapsed on the table, feeling the euphoria and the exhaustion. His dick, still throbbing inside her pulsated as he pushed into her some more and then finally pulled out. ‘Goku’ pulled a chair from the side and fell on it, needing to take a breather. While seated, he took a look at his work, Chi-Chi laid nearly passed out with cum dripping out of her pussy onto the table. “Hehe,hfff, that was.... a real workout.” ‘Goku’ blurted. After another moment, he got up and leaned towards Chi-Chi, “Well, I’m off to training with...uh... them.” Chi-Chi nodded slightly, her eyes still closed, her legs felt like they were on a coal fireplace, splayed over the table. ‘Goku’ moved away, but paused, then leaned in again towards Chichi's sweaty breasts, suckling on a nipple for a few seconds before leaving the room. As soon as Goku left the house, a cloud of smoke appeared where he stood in the pitch dark. The next day, the sun seemed brighter, the birds chirped through the lush greenery. Chi-Chi rubbed her eyes, looking to the side of the bed. She couldn’t believe what happened last night, but her body could believe it. Even though she had showered that night, she felt even dirtier, but secretly in a good way. She wasn’t that kind of girl, she never had sex before marriage, it was never this passionate, this intense, this lust-fueled. She took a shower, scrubbed the table clean of the juices and sweat. Later in the afternoon, she heard a familiar voice, “Honey, I’m home.” Chi-Chi rushed to the living room and saw Goku, a big smile across his face, but also several bruises and cuts that she didn’t remember seeing the day before. "What happened to your face?” Goku confused, pointed at his own face, “what? Do I have something on it?” “The scratches? I didn’t see that on you before.” Goku giggled, opening the refrigerator and poured himself a cup of milk, “Oh, those must’ve been from the training. You know Vegeta doesn’t go easy on me.” Chi-Chi rolled her eyes, smiling at her husband’s carelessness. She leaned in closer, blushing furiously “Well, you didn’t go easier on me last night either.” Goku’s eyebrow furrowed, a milk moustache covering his top lip. “What do you mean?” Chi-Chi looked at him quizzically, “you know... the table.” Goku still didn’t get what she meant. “did I make a mess?” Chi-Chi giggled, playfully shoving Goku, “you sure did, big boy.”

I had my first breast reduction 6 years ago went from a 30H to 30DD/E but had a seroma which made my right breast a cup size bigger. It was droopy-er and my areola ended up being longer too(about a 1-2 cm bigger). I was 21 and saved up for a long time to pay out of pocket so honestly cried about it a lot but overall I was happy to not have to carry around the huge weight anymore so a win was a win(for a while).
I always knew I’d get a second reduction, it was just a matter of when I could get the time and money. Finally saved enough this year and got my second reduction and I’m now 6WPO. Everything healed up pretty well, I did have one opening on my side from my tight bra tugging at incisions but that healed okay. My new issue now is my old areola(and scar) showing up around my vertical scar. I’m not sure how my surgeon missed it, I can very clearly see it and it has its old scar so it’s not even a residual areola. I can’t help but feel sad about it because it will need yet another surgery to fix it. I’m TIRED of being strong and brave. I’m now always asking myself, why did I ever have large breasts? Why didn’t my first surgery go well? Why did this surgery also have an issue? I feel cursed with these breasts sometimes.
Does anyone else feel like this? How do you deal with disappointment?

so after my last post i measured a few more times and each time i got something different. first it was 30H/HH, then 36F, and then 34E. before using this sub i've mostly worn a 38D.
i heard good things about Elomi from a blogger with the same issue as me- sagging breasts from weight loss. turns out the Elomi Cate was on a good sale, but out of the three sizes only 36F was available. this size seemed to be the closest match to my breasts that i saw in the gallery, so i gave it a shot. if nothing else, it may at least be a good starting point to figure out what needs to be adjusted for a better fit. below is sort of a review, but i'm also hoping anyone with more knowledge on sizing could help me figure out why i'm having the issues i have with this bra.
warning: this bra is slightly sheer at the top. i have large areolae and it's unfortunately unavoidable to hide without smushing my breasts into the cups improperly. these pics are purely for demonstration but may still be nsfw for some!
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• firstly, the aesthetics of this bra. it kind of gives me granny bra vibes, but i don't expect to wear it under anything that will show it off. if it does its job as a comfy bra to throw on under a casual outfit, i'd be happy with that. now, it might just be the way my breasts are shaped, since this bra has no structured cups, but i noticed my breasts looked very triangular when i first put it on. i typically prefer the look of round cups instead of teardrop ones, so maybe i'm just not used to seeing my breasts shaped this way. but i also felt like my breasts looked smaller than usual. maybe this is due to me usually wearing push-up bras that give ample cleavage before. this is a full-cup bra so i didn't expect that i'd be having much if any cleavage, but it still made my breasts look smaller and less "full" than i'm used to.
• i'm still not entirely familiar with how to "scoop and swoop". if i figure it out i'll update this post or add those pics in the comments. i had to adjust my breasts a few times to sit in the cups properly. the tops of my breasts are where i have the most loose skin, and at first the bra was doing what most bras tend to do for me- creasing and wrinkling my loose skin. eventually i situated them in a way that doesn't squish the tops. however, i do still have "spilling" around the armpit area. [x] [x] [x]
• the gore of the bra doesn't sit against my ribcage like i assume it's supposed to. my breasts still look more separated than they do in my other bras, but the gore is always off-center, lying against my breast. thankfully though, there's hardly any gapping. i can lean over in this bra and not be worried about my breasts falling out, or my skin bunching up on the sides. the wire is also barely noticeable for me, and it sits against my ribcage, keeping my breasts from bottom-spilling. on most of my old bras, the wire would lay on top of my breasts, leading to a "quadboob." [x] [x]
• when worn under a shirt, this is where i feel the most unhappy with this bra. the side seams are very noticeable and this is where i feel my breasts look the most "pointy", especially from the side. from the front my breasts are much further apart than i'm used to them being in a bra, as typically they face forward, in the middle of my chest. this isn't necessarily a bad thing, just something i'm not used to. this may just not be a t-shirt bra, which is fine for the upcoming cold weather months, but i am a bit worried that wearing it under thicker fabrics might just make my chest look almost nonexistent. [x] [x] - here is a comparison of my old bra under a shirt vs this new bra under the same shirt: [old bra (Clairabelle 38D push-up)] vs [new bra (Elomi 36F soft cup)]
• the varying band sizes i've gotten from the calculator confuses me the most. as said previously, i typically wear a 38D. someone on my last post told me that i'm most likely not a 38 band because my rib cage isn't wide enough. however when trying on this 36F bra, i was afraid it was going to snap over my back, even on the loosest buckles. i have a very wide upper back, and this 36 band feels pretty snug. i can't imagine i'd fit in anything tighter. a few people told me that i may be an H cup, but i think 30H would be much too tight for me. and i still haven't fully wrapped my head around band/cup relations. i feel like if i tried a 36 or 38H, the cups would be too large.

overall, i've been wearing this bra as i write this and so far it's pretty comfy. however i think i've built up a tolerance for uncomfy bras over my many years of wearing them so there may be some digging that i don't notice until i take the bra off. the straps feel a bit tight and i have noticed some marks from them already, but i haven't adjusted them yet. my biggest issue with this bra is how it makes my breasts look. maybe it's a more "natural" look, but i still feel like my breasts look much smaller and more triangular than i'm used to. but again, maybe it's all just in my head! i'd really appreciate others' perspectives on this, especially from women who also have large, "shape-shifting" breasts.

Hello all! After much deliberation, I decided to have a breast reduction. I am 22 years old and I’m currently size 85G (European sizing) and as long as I can remember, I have been struggling with accepting my breast size. Last April I had a first consultation at a clinic and I could get the surgery planned quite soon but due to some personal things my surgery has been postponed to October 11th.
Now I've done a lot of research and read up a lot about the treatment and also in this group various facebook groups and there’s now one thing that keeps coming up that makes me doubt and reconsider the procedure. During the consultation I was told that because of the large distance between my areola and the dimple between my collarbones, she probably has to perform a free nipple graft. She said she will monitor the blood supply during the surgery and that they might have to decide on the spot. I often see "before" photos of breasts that are very similar in size to mine, so I think: why do I have to do this with my breasts? I feel like it’s only done when you want to go as small as possible, I don’t need that. I’m okay with going from a G to a D. My mom and another close friend have also had a reduction and they had no problems and no FNG.
Because there are quite a few possible complications connected to FNG, and also the stories about certain loss of sensation and certain loss of breastfeeding ability bring up serious doubt. I had made peace with the POSSIBILITY of losing sensation or the possibility to breastfeed but with FNG it already seems like there’s no room for hope. Moreover, right now I don’t even feel like I have a lot of agency going into the procedure as it depends on how my body responds to the surgery.
I would feel so bad if something would go wrong and my nipples are deformed badly, without any sensation etc. I don’t want to feel regrets. I am still quite young and I would hate it if I had to walk around with this regret for the rest of my life. In addition, it also comes to see that I have dark skin and therefore they also warned about scar formation 😅
Are there people here who have had this and might be able to reassure me more? How has the recovery gone for you? Scar formation? Nipple loss etc? How do you look back on it?

I recently finished breastfeeding my daughter. At 16 months, she was no longer interested. I was able to give her only breastmilk (and solid food after 6 months) until that time. I probably should not have exclusively breastfed her. I had a lot (A LOT) of problems. I saw seven lactation consultants and three OBs. I got some help from some of them, but not much. I want to share some of the remedies I learned about that helped me in case they may help someone else.
I haven’t spent much time in this forum, so I may be suggesting things that have been suggested many times before. I apologize.
I’ll divide them by problem and remedy.
I should also say that throughout all of my problems, my daughter was getting enough milk. She was jumping percentiles. Because she was gaining a lot of weight, I felt that many of the health care practitioners I saw didn’t care as much about the suffering that I was going through. Not all of them, but many.
VASOSPASMS
My daughter was born in the winter. Soon after I started nursing, I began having intense, sharp pain that would radiate into my breast. It felt like someone was shoving a long needle from my nipple into my breast. The pain would come AFTER a nursing session. I was incorrectly diagnosed with thrush before I found out that the pain I was experiencing was from vasospasms. My nipples would turn white as my blood vessels spasmed and reduced blood flow to my nipples.
Things that helped:

1. Wool nursing pads. I tried to keep my nipples as warm as I could, because the cold made the spasms worse. I used these ones: https://www.amazon.com/Nursing-Pads-SoftLine-Style-Large/dp/B0018T5ULG
2. Heating pad. In the same vein, I would sleep with a heating pad on my chest to try to keep blood flowing.

Things I didn’t try that could help:

1. Medication. I did get a prescription for Nifedipine, but I didn’t use it. It can cause low blood pressure, and because I already have low blood pressure, I was too afraid to try. Plus, by the time I got the prescription, the weather was warmer, and the spasms were improving.

BLISTERS
I developed many, many blisters on my nipples (not the areola). They would fill with clear liquid. They were not milk blisters, or blebs. They were friction blisters. I got so many, I lost count. They were incredibly painful. I still do not understand completely why I got them. The lactation consultants I saw said that my daughter’s latch looked good, but I would still get them. Furthermore, I could not nurse in any other position than cross-body, or I would definitely get a blister.
Things that helped:

1. Olive oil soaked cotton rounds. After every nursing session, I would pour some olive oil on a cotton round and place it between my nipple and my wool nursing pad, so that it would keep the nipple moisturized. I tried many different types of nipple ointments. Olive oil seemed to help the most. I still got blisters until my daughter was nearly 12 months, but doing this was better than not.
2. Antibiotic ointment. After a blister popped, I would smear a small amount of antibiotic ointment on the area to help it heal after a nursing session.

MASTITIS
I lost count of the number of times I got mastitis as well. I never had a ‘plug.’ I noticed engorgement one time, and I saw multiple OBs about it. All of them told me that it was just engorgement, and that they didn’t feel any plugged ducts either. For whatever reason, I just kept getting mastitis every so often. During one stretch, I had it every weekend for five weeks in a row. My first bout of mastitis landed me in the ER with a very high fever. Not too far after, I had an allergic reaction to the antibiotics I was on, and I broke out in severe hives for a week. I had to take oral corticosteroids to get rid of them. I really should’ve stopped breastfeeding, but I was terrified of dropping nursing sessions. The treatment for mastitis is to nurse frequently, so I was worried that weaning by slowly dropping sessions would cause more incidents of mastitis. I felt like I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to.
In the end, a few things saved me:

1. Happy Ducts Lactation Support by WishGarden Herbs. Eventually, anytime I felt anything funny in my breast (I started to be able to tell when I was going to get mastitis), I would take this tincture until it went away. It worked. I am very thankful I found it. You can get it here: https://www.wishgardenherbs.com/products/happy-ducts-lactation-support
2. I weaned from one breast early. I was only getting mastitis in my left breast. Again, I don’t know why. I had an ultrasound on it, and it looked fine. After I found the Happy Ducts tincture and the CaboCream below, I decided that I would stop nursing, very slowly, on that breast, so that the right one could pick up the slack. It worked. My right breast got a little bigger in size, but it wasn’t noticeable to anyone but me. And, honestly, I didn’t give a damn anyway.
3. CaboCream and cabbage leaves. I used this cream on any spots of engorgement I had and applied the cream and cabbage leaves when I was dropping sessions from my left breast. I also highly recommend it. You can get it here: https://cabocreme.com/

Other things I tried that DIDN'T seem to help me:

1. Using a haaka and epsom salt on my breast. Again, I don’t think I had any plugged ducts. I think I just had inflammation.
2. Castor oil and a heating pad.

I hope this information is somewhat useful. Please let me know if you have any questions. Also please remember that this is just my experience. I came across most of these remedies on my own, so I’m not sure that lactation consultants would recommend them.

Hey all! I wanted to do a write-up on my breast reduction experience so far. These types of journals helped me so much to know what to expect when I was prepping for my procedure, and I wanted to return the favor for those who might be gathering information ahead of their own surgery. I'm only 3DPO right now but I hope to post weekly photo recaps of my healing as well!

GENERAL INFO

About me: 26-year-old cis woman from the midwestern United States, 34G before surgery. I have no major medical issues—non-smoker, no alcohol or recreational drug use, no notable health history. I’m 175 pounds, 5’5”, serious lifter and casual hiker. I had never been under general anesthesia before. I started considering a breast reduction in my early twenties after my boobs grew considerably following a dramatic weight fluctuation.
Insurance versus self-pay: I never experienced any medical issues resulting from my boobs. My insurance requires documentation of back/neck pain, bra-strap grooving, and/or rashes or open wounds under the breast to consider covering the surgery, none of which I had. I expected to pay out-of-pocket for the entire procedure.
Search for a surgeon: I scoured this sub and Real Self looking at surgeons in Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, southern Wisconsin and Kentucky. I knew that I wanted to go quite small but that the aesthetics of my outcome were still important to me. I landed on Dr. Lisa J. Peters in Forest Park, IL after seeing positive reviews on the sub and her gallery of results.
Timeline: I called Dr. Peters’ office in January 2023 and set up an initial consultation for March. I initially thought that I wanted to have surgery in December 2023 but after my consultation I felt confident moving forward sooner and took one of their first available dates on June 13, 2023.

PRE-SURGERY APPOINTMENTS AND PREP

Consultation experience: I checked in and was taken to an exam room where I undressed from the waist up and put on a surgical-style top. Dr. Peters came in to introduce herself and asked me why I was interested in a reduction. I told her that my breasts fundamentally didn’t match the way I feel about myself—they didn’t seem like the breasts of an active 26-year-old to me. We discussed my health history, medication use, etc. and she did a quick breast exam to get a sense of my tissue type before taking some measurements. She said that I was a good (though somewhat atypical) candidate.
She doesn’t discuss exact cup sizes but rather asks patients if they want their breasts to be small, medium, or large in relation to their frame. I wanted to go very small and she agreed that made sense given my starting point. She showed me a few patients from her gallery who had chosen a "small" size—two of which I had already saved for reference.
She said that I was a borderline candidate for the lollipop technique but that she could get a better result with the anchor incision. I asked if there was any chance I would need a free nipple graft and she said I “wasn’t even in the ballpark,” though she does use the technique on the rare occasion when it’s required. She uses the superomedial pedicle most frequently.
Once we were done, she gave me the opportunity to ask questions (I didn’t have many) and sent me to talk to their patient coordinator. The coordinator gave me the quote with a breakdown of the cost—$9300 in total—and explained their scheduling process. I'd pay a $900 deposit to reserve a date, credited to the total cost of the surgery. The remaining balance would be paid at my pre-op appointment. No one pushed me whatsoever to schedule on the spot, which I appreciated.
From scheduling to surgery: I was never encouraged to lose weight or do anything drastic ahead of the procedure (I thought there might be concerns about my weight, but it was never mentioned). I didn’t do anything crazy to prepare, but I did:

• stick to my usual exercise routine
• prep a bunch of freezer food
• practice sleeping on my back with a pregnancy starting two months before surgery (lifelong stomach sleeper here)
• stop taking creatine and any ibuprofen/aspirin two weeks before surgery
• start listening to a guided meditation and affirmations recording twice daily about a week before surgery, which I credit entirely with keeping me calm on the day of surgery and would highly recommend to anyone about to have surgery
• purchase:
  • two pregnancy pillows (one for my sofa and one for sleeping)
  • a mastectomy pillow
  • Colace stool softener (started taking one day before surgery)
  • ABD gauze pads
  • front-close sports bras
  • Hibiclens for pre-op showers
  • Aquaphor and honey ointment for later

Virtual pre-op: Generally there’s just one pre-op appointment, but given that I lived four hours away, they split mine into two parts. I had a video call on May 18 to go over medical consent forms, reiterate size goals, and review the “no-go” list for the two weeks leading up to surgery.
Day before surgery: I had my final pre-op on Monday, 6/12 where I met one of my surgical nurses, who was truly an angel on earth and listened patiently to my nervous ramblings. (Elicia, if you’re reading this, I love you.) We specifically discussed nausea management as I’m prone to vomiting, so I requested a scopolamine patch. I saw Dr. Peters briefly one final time and was sent out with a pre-op packet, Zofran and pain med prescriptions, and post-surgery pain management instructions. I made sure to eat a good snack before bed and drink lots of water that night since I couldn’t eat or drink anything between midnight and surgery. I took my Hibiclens shower and listened to my guided meditation as I fell asleep.

SURGERY EXPERIENCE

In the pre-op room: They took me back immediately once I arrived. I changed into my very glamorous surgical outfit and gave a urine sample for a pregnancy test. The surgical nurse, Elicia, came back in and had me sign a few consent forms for the anesthesia. She gave me two Tylenol and took some blood pressure and pulse readings (110/74 and 68 BPM, if anyone was curious), and then the anesthesiologist came in to briefly introduce himself. He asked if anyone in my family had a negative reaction to anesthesia before (no), wanted to know if I could comfortably walk a few blocks (yes), asked if I had any loose teeth or dental problems (sure hope not), and asked if I had any questions (only illogical worries borne out of paranoia).
Prep and markings: I told Elicia that I am a notoriously difficult stick for blood draws and I was anxious that she might have trouble placing the IV. I was correct—she started one in my left arm after a lot of searching but it was infiltrated (the saline wasn’t flowing through the vein and instead was pooling in my elbow, which felt pretty weird). We nixed that one. She called the anesthesiologist and he went in on my right hand instead. My anxiety peaked at this point, but Elicia was so kind and let me squeeze her hand while the anesthesiologist got the other one going. It was completely painless to pull the failed one out and getting it into my hand wasn’t as painful as expected.
They made sure I was comfortable before they left and Dr. Peters came in to mark me up. I was chattering a lot at this point from nerves but she was very confident and professional, telling me that this was specialty and her preferred breast procedure to perform. She noted that because of the size of my areola on my left breast, I might end up with a sliver of areolar skin on my vertical incision (I was fine with this). The mark-up process took around 10 minutes. She reiterated as she left the room that she would make me as small as she possibly could while still having a breast-like shape.
OR and anesthesia: Elicia came back into pre-op and helped me walk to the OR where they immediately positioned me on the table (PS, the OR feels like a refrigerator, SO COLD in there). The anesthesiologist placed a mask over my face and pushed some anti-anxiety meds through my IV. I was joking around with some of the other staff while they hooked me up to some monitors. It was maybe a minute before I was asleep. I didn't have any lucid feelings of dizziness—I just conked out. Bye bye!
In recovery: I woke up peacefully! I was dimly aware of some burning around my incisions which I told the nurse was around a 3 or 4 on the pain scale. I had zero nausea. I asked how long I had been out of the OR; they’d wheeled me out about 15 minutes earlier. The nurse got me some water which I slurped down with such speed she immediately brought two more bottles along with an applesauce. I chirped at her about my husband and my cats and we found out we share the same anniversary. My husband arrived a few minutes later and sat with me for a bit before Dr. Peters came to check in. She and the nurse remarked that I seemed very alert and that I evidently handle anesthesia well.
Once I was less drowsy, my husband help me get dressed. I was dizzy but it wasn't too hard to maneuver around with a little concentration. I walked myself to the car and had no problems getting up the stairs back at the Airbnb. I dozed on the couch for a few hours and worked myself up to eating solid food—started with applesauce, then a protein shake, then cereal (and within about five hours I ate a whole pizza). I took a full dose of my pain meds and slept intermittently with Great British Bake-off on in the background throughout the evening and got about 6 hours of somewhat broken sleep overnight. The scopolamine patch gave me wicked dry mouth so I was chugging water then getting up to pee pretty frequently.
Surgery day timeline:

• Arrival at 9:15 AM
• In pre-op from 9:15 to 10:15 AM
• In surgery from 10:15 AM to 1:45 PM
• Awake in recovery from 2:00 to 3:00 PM
• At home on the sofa chilling by 3:15 PM

0DPO NOTES AND DIFFICULTIES

Peeing was weird directly post-op, which I wasn’t expecting as I didn’t have a catheter during surgery. It was like my bladder was confused. I could pee, but it was coming out in batches, and I had a near-constant urge to go. This resolved by the next afternoon but it took me by surprise.
The burning sensation around my incisions was not entirely eliminated by my pain medication but it was definitely tolerable, especially at rest. I would not have been able to dress myself or fix myself food immediately post-op. Reaching at all made the burning worse and I needed help to get from sitting to standing without a lot of discomfort.
I did not like having my husband handle my drains, bless him, and I cried when we had to empty them that same evening. Any motion of the collection bulb was unsettling and the sound of the drainage being squeezed out made me a bit queasy. But we got through it!

POST-OP

1 DPO (Wednesday, 6/14): The morning after surgery I ate a full breakfast (bran flakes with banana, some prunes, and a protein shake), did my affirmations, and was able to take on the 5 minute walk over to the surgical office with my husband. I took a half-dose of meds that morning as I wasn’t having any major pain, and that was my last use of any heavy medication. I had my appointment with a nurse practitioner where we removed my bra so she could examine my incisions and remove my drains. Exposing my freshly-chopped boobs was scary but I went at my own pace. The drain removal was NOT as bad as I expected. I took a deep breath and the nurse pulled on them as I exhaled, then it was over. The left side hurt a little more and she mentioned that this was because it’s positioned differently within the breast.
After reviewing my incisions she cleared me to shower the following day and took me over to the mirror to have a first look at my boobs. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see them, but I was pleasantly surprised at how, well, boob-like they looked. (The steristrips were definitely doing a lot of heavy lifting in the normalcy department.) I was super happy with the size and shape. I have no overhang currently, but I'd guess there might be just a tiny bit once they settle.
We went over key information for the next two weeks. The main instructions were to leave my steristrips alone until my next appointment, avoid lifting my arms over my head, keep my heart rate down, and not lift anything over 5 pounds.
I scheduled my two-week post-op appointment and then hopped (or rather, slowly situated myself with my mastectomy pillow) in the car for our four-hour ride home. I was worried about the travel time when scheduling so far away from home, but it was a surprisingly painless drive. We stopped about every hour for me to shuffle around but I didn’t require any assistance to stand up. I was cleared to start ibuprofen 24 hours after discharge so I took some during the drive.
Once I got home, we ate dinner and I promptly watched all five hours of the new Love Island UK season. I went to bed early and got some good rest, even propped up in bed.
2 DPO (Thursday, 6/15): I dressed myself in the morning, took a short walk before it got too hot, and spent a chill day puttering around the house, petting my cats, and watching regency dramas. I fixed my own (simple) meals, though I couldn't lift our water jug to fill up my water bottle as it’s too heavy. I was still on a full ibuprofen regimen but I was having no pain while at rest.
My first shower was uneventful. Having a very patient partner helped. I was seated as I removed my bra and gauze and then went slowly into the shower set to a fairly mild temperature. I did not experience the “feeling like your boobs are going to fall off” but I had my husband help with the actual washing as it was difficult to twist and reach.
3 DPO (today, 6/16): I woke up feeling pretty normal and reduced my ibuprofen dosage to 400 mg every 6 hours. I'm itchy, particularly near my drain sites, but have no pain now, even when moving about. Reaching is still a bit uncomfortable so I expect I won’t want to wash my hair until early next week at the earliest. I am bloated but haven't experienced major constipation.
I’ve spent most of today writing up this post! I was a bit bolder during my shower this evening and let some water and soap run over my incisions. I'm staying in my surgical bra 24 hours a day, as instructed, so my shower is my chance to check out my incisions and nips for any sign of issues. Right now I have some yellow bruising in the center of each breast and some wonky swelling. They definitely feel "high and tight."
I feel more tired than normal and expect to potentially have more fatigue as I get deeper into healing and the acute stress of surgery wears off. So far, though, I've been amazed at how manageable the process has been. I was a nervous wreck, but everything was incredibly uneventful. Anesthesia was a breeze; there was no nausea afterwards; I've had little pain; nothing was as scary as I made it out to be.
There’s no way to know what the rest of my healing will bring, but I’m crossing my fingers that everything stays boring! In the words of my surgeon, "you don't want to be an interesting case." I'll try to report back with (much shorter) write-ups and pictures over the next few weeks! Feel free to ask any questions you might have and I'd be happy to answer!

I got curious yesterday about his hard drive that he previously told me he wants to go through in private because there will be pictures of his ex. Which I understood because it might have made me feel some type if way, but it was of its time He didn't go through it since mentioning it to me so I took it upon myself to take a peek, and yes. There were a lot of pictures of him and his ex together. With pictures of family, friends, his daughter and random screenshots of internet women. Then I saw they made a few pornos together. I found 3 about 1 to 2 minutes in length. I've watched all of them. His ex has pink triangular nipples with small areolas. Large labia that covers her clitoris, a small barely noticeable clitoris. Dark public hair with breasts about the size of a B-cup that have a slight sag. Her butthole almost the same pasty white color as the rest of her skin. 3 stomach creases on her abdomen, 1 of them I assume is a surgical scar from her issue. I'm not mad at him because it was of his time. However I am upset that he lied to me about never having filmed himself having sex and wants to do it with me. Told him I would never because it makes no sense when we can just have sex. Why would you want to watch it when you can have it? If porn isn't good enough stimulation then why have sex? The sex in the videos was very mechanical. She sucked his dick, she aggressively rubbed herself while he fingered her, and fucking doggy style I'm going to good back through it to see it I can find more And this is the reason why you never make pornos with you S/O. You never know who's going to see it
Also: we had sex last night lol

Like the title says, my 2.5 week old baby gets angry about 5-10 minutes into a feeding session like angry yells and sometimes what sounds like she's choking? I'm not really sure why she does this.
Before this I was struggling just to get her to latch but now she gets a good latch on her own (manatee mouth and no pain for me) but suddenly part way through she just gets so upset. She fails her arms and kicks me while feeding bit I've seen other moms talk about that as something that's normal.
I thought maybe the milk is coming out too fast even though it feels like it's way past the time of the fast letdown period (which I think is usually 1-2 mins after the start, right?) so I've been holding my areola in a hamburger hold to help "slow it down" which tbh not sure if that's what I'm doing or if it's helping. I'm so confused on why she's upset, please send help!! 😭😭 Also, I'm breastfeeding side laying on the bed and I have very large breasts/nipples if that helps add any context.