Eavesdropping on a Conversation About the Development & Characteristics of Breasts After Pregnancy, and How the Arms Move Around Them

  I overheard a conversation between two women with these two guys there, and my ear got caught, so I had to get nosy and eavesdrop. The first thing I heard was this: “My girlfriend’s a size zero. She’s really little. I mean really little, like a child, and I know ones like that are real heavy when you’re that small, but still. They could’ve at least gone to B! Give her something to work with. She’d have been bangin! But no they went all the way down.”
Now you see why I was listening! If they could have stopped going down at B, then they must’ve been started at at least C. It sounds like they’d gone down a long way to get there though, so they could’ve started at D. Can you imagine a size zero girl with a size D rack? “I wonder how big she was before she had her baby.” the woman went on. I was assuming she was talking about total body size, because she obviously’d had no breast size then to have worried about. I don’t where the conversation’d been by the time I ‘logged in’, but if it hadn’t already, it’d turned to expierencing the effect of childbirth on breasts. The woman described her lactation experience. “When I started pumping, it’s like this much came out *Held fingers up in the ‘little measurement’ gesture*. Two ounces. Then when I was getting ready to go to work my grandma held that up and was like ‘what the hell is THIS gonna do for that PIG?!’ and I looked. And that’s when I first found out my baby was getting formula. And then don’t squeeze ’em!” and the second woman nods in agreement over the importance of not squeezing the breasts. Guess maybe that hurts them at the early phase.

  Things continued to get more interesting to me. “And then you can’t put your arms down…” “Yep.” The second woman agrees. The fact that this conversation was happening when it was was interesting to me too, because I’d just been thinking lately about how the flesh at the bottom of the shoulder area, just outside of the underarm, moves when the arm moves and how that movement differs between males and females. I know that’s a nutsy sounding thing to have your mind on, but I have the mind of an artist and get very detail oriented. And detail oriented is how you have to get if you’re, say, an animator, and you really really really really want to get all your character’s movements to be as realistic and natural as possible when they move thier arms. I’d thought of an episode I’d seen of one of my favorite animes, Death Note, that was the first time I actually noticed that an animator had noticed the phenomenon and animated it properly.

  What phenomenon? Have you ever been on sgurl and played ‘Boobs, Butt or Shoulder’? That doesn’t have much to do with it, except that I was thinking about the shoulder area of women back then too. You look at a girl’s shoulder area, especially if you look at it from behind her, and if she’s got just the right fat composition you might see that the fold there (if this doen’t make sense at all to you, go to Sgurl’s Arcade [Under the Forum Tab, if this link doen’t take you straight there] and play ‘Boobs, Butt or Shoulder’ by looking for that in the search box. Then it will make plenty of sense.) has it’s top change position as her arm moves. Like when it’s down you see a crease there, but then when she raises her arm, some skin goes down, so the very bottom of the shoulder joint- the outside of the underarm- has actually gone down as far as the eye and position and all are concerned. That doesn’t happen on men, just women. Well, maybe it happens on fat men, but who’d want to look and find out? Eeww!
Well I’d been thinkin about how flesh wraps around the female shoulder- and also the phenomenon called ‘pancakeing’- where you tell a woman’s breasts are real because real ones will flatten out and sink between her shoulders when she lays on her back, but fake ones are too stiff to do that- when I heard those women including not being able to comfortably lower the arms sometimes after pregnancy, in thier conversation. Just thought talk about the movement of flesh around the lower shoulder area right when I’d been seriously thinking about that, of all things, was an interesting coincidence. I guess those titties fill up with milk, grow up and out and tender and juicy, and when she puts her arm down that pressure squeezes them, and some milky discomfort comes out… :)~ …
  I digress. Now back to thier conversation. To kind of stick on to the last words of the preceding paragraph I just typed now, the first woman goes on to talk about what happened after her lactation fail: the exact opposite.
“Then I went to the bus stop…” and she started leaking milk all over herself. “I mean, I was soaked! My shirt was all wet! I had to go get a jacket to put on over top!” That’s how bad it was. That immediately got me thinking about this episode of that old show ‘Roseanne’ where Jackie had had a baby, and every time she heard her baby cry her breasts would start literally overflowing with milk. *In highly distressed voice* “Oh noooooo! ……I’m leaking!!!”
  “But I’d do it all again ’cause it was so much fun!” the storyteller went on “Like when my baby got pizza face.” (I got just slightly confused here because she actually did make the two above statements back to back like above.). “I remember I was so hungry, I ate a jalapeno pizza. And it was cold too! I was so hungry it was cold- it was, room temperature and I still ate it. It was a jalapeno pepper pizza. I was so hungry. And then my baby broke out. She got pizza face and my mom- ’cause she’d[the baby] been breastfeeding- was like ‘What did you eat?!’ and I kind of knew that was it, but I didn’t want to, you know, admit it. Then I told her. Yeah, my daughter got pizza face!”
Then the listener was summoned by someone else, so she got up, and the conversation ended. I guess I shouldn’t’ve said ‘listener’ there, because at least one of the two dudes I mentioned at the beginning was an avid listener, probably picking up a few facts he didn’t know yet like I was, his ear hooked by the physiological nature and pleasant tone of the conversation.

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