My boobies are starting to fascinate me.
They've decided that they want to be round now and about a half cup bigger. If they were generally bigger and rounder, I might actually get some cleavage. While they've got some impressive mass to them (I am a fat girl after all), all that mass is kind of far apart so a cleavage line takes quite a bit of leaning forward, like on my hands and knees, or a roll of duct tape. But no. My boobs have decided to add all of their extra side and roundness to the outside of the boob, giving them the appearance of being even farther apart and they're trying to take up residence in my armpits.
They've also decided to get this weird feeling as if there are needles dancing inside of them.
I've got a little bit of soreness, but nothing that makes me truly wince.
K is both loving and really hating this change. He's loving that I come up to him, lift my shirt, and ask "are these bigger than yesterday? No really, put your hand there, they aren't usually that round are they?" But he's kind of hating that because we're abstaining and because they're a little sore, he can't do a damned thing with said boobies. He inspects visually, double checks size and shape with his hands, and then he has to go back to video games on the computer.
Yeah, I'm a bitch.