Bra sizes in our stories

When I first started writing, I assumed mentioning bra sizes was a requirement, based on a lot I'd been reading here.

But I quickly realized how forced it all felt and as I hung out in the forum more, I discovered most other writer's found it cringy and unrealistic.

And I agreed. And I realized almost every story I'd ever read that mentioned a bra size did it for the same reason: just to give a specific breast size.

And it was almost always in the same lazy, cliché way: "She was tall with 38 DD's" or "Her giant D cup breasts bounced as she walked" or some other trite nonsense where the narrator is using a bra size they couldn't actually know was accurate just for scale.

I was recently looking back at the third story I'd ever written here, The Jenna Arrangement Pt 1, and found myself cringing at this exchange:

My eyes went from her legs to her breasts. I remember wondering earlier if she was wearing a bra. Now, I was pretty sure she wasn't. I could clearly see the outlines of her perky nipples protruding through her tank top. And maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear it was showing a little more cleavage than at the coffee shop.

"Can I ask, what size are your breasts?" I ventured cautiously.

"Oh, um...34A. I know, they're small, but..."

"They're perfect," I said. "Don't apologize. They suit your frame wonderfully. "

Its fine right up until he asks about the size. Because that feels incredibly forced and the only reason he asks it is to give the readers a specific size.

I hate it and one day I'm gonna submit an edit to cut that line lol.

Needless to say, I no longer mention bra sizes. I much prefer to simply use descriptive words and imagery for breasts and let the readers decide the size based on those.
 
Personally I find knowing someone's specific bra size a massive turn on. It's forbidden, intimate knowledge.
 
Can't top that, not even if I had the time to try.
She wore her breasts sunny-side up under a gingham server's top that drooped open invitingly when she wiped down my table one-handed, her vigorous action making it look like I was already gripping her hips, adding a sausage and mayo to my order and don't mean just a Bratwurst; why she'd given me a damned Kielbasa so hard I could have tenderised meat with it and I doubted her chicken fillets had seen more than a chipolata until now.

I got bored :)
 
It’s a new year. I wonder how many new threads questioning about/commenting on bra and breast sizes the AH will have before 2027.
 
It’s a new year. I wonder how many new threads questioning about/commenting on bra and breast sizes the AH will have before 2027.
I don't know, but I will continue to whip out that chart on why cup sizes are bullshit descriptions for breasts while condemning the bra industry's lack of sizing standards every chance I get.
 
My own humble contribution from my latest :p

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They seemed to move of their own accord. Like twin moons orbiting a planet, they followed Banno's bouncing, but the bulky blobs flailed wildly too.

"Fill me master! Fill me! Fill me! FILL MEE!" Banno cried out, and the Thakur's hips slowly moved of their own accord, ramming up into her velvety wet canal. Their pubic hair was frothed with oil and a mix of their juices, and the squelching of flesh forcing its way into flesh grew louder, but the Thakur didn't notice any of this. His gaze was fixed on boobs.

And as Banno bounced, her bouncy boobs boobered booberly. When she rose up, they followed her up, perhaps floating away, perhaps crashing together, and when she moved down, they moved down with her, splashing against her chest in a satisfying double thwack that rippled across her flesh and flung little droplets of oil in the air.

Mesmerized, the Thakur watched this obscene dance of Banno's bouncy boobs.

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This thread title caught my eye because I just happen to be writing a story at the moment about a young lady with very prodigious assets on her upper front torso.
Assets are lower, round the back. Have you ever even seen a woman? 😆
I have no doubt the reader will imagine the vivid verbal picture I'm trying to paint.
Now you're talking - have you ever painted them with moisturising cream? That is so fucking hot - for both of you 👐:rose:
 
Have you considered a mix of milk and honey on boobs? Regardless of size (and frankly, only shallow fucks care), boobs are boobs, and milk and honey on boobs is always fantastic!

Note: I am highly drunk and on anti-depressants. To all the women in this thread, you have probably only seen two pairs max. I have seen well over thirty. I am an authority on boobs and bra sizes in ways you cannot imagine. You are all awesome, but you are all sooooo.... much.
 
In general, I dislike bra size being mentioned, because, even if a reader DOES understand how sizing works, the same size can look dramatically different on different bodies. However, one of my WIPs involves the characters doing cosplay, and part of the impetus that leads one to notice the other sexually is that she's casually talking about her bra size and how to adjust the pattern for her boobs, causing him to notice them. I have a couple of other WIPs that mention bra size as well, but always in a context that makes sense for the story, rather than just as a way to convey information that most people won't understand anyway. In general, if boob size is important, I'll just give a general size evaluation (small, medium, large) or compare it to fruit (my first story has the line "They were smaller than he had expected, barely the size of half of an unpeeled orange each, but they were perfectly rounded [...]").

Spouse and I (and several other friends too) have had many extensive conversations complaining about how annoying bra sizing is, how frustrating it is that they don't account for shape, spread, vertical position, etc. and how most people don't even understand the sizing to begin with.
 
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