OMG I’m a D-Cup

If only it was just the breasts that put on weight.

Don’t you love those lingerie ladies in the big department stores? Mine would have been in her mid fifties and an E cup she told me.

I knew my old bra – a B cup push up – wasn’t really fitting all that well – so I decided to invest in some new scaffolding.

The first thing you do is find the most senior looking assistant over floor – the older the better – they’ve seen it all. She will come in and measure you and then bring you a couple of bras to try on. Then she will “fit” you. She will make you lean over at the waist and “drop” your breasts fully into the cups. Then she will assess the fit.

Being a D-cup means some of the cute bras are no longer on my availability list but your assistant will know her stock well and has probably tried them all on for “product knowledge”. She will bring you a selection.

If you get on with your assistant this is the best. She will treat you like a long lost daughter and it will be a fun, positive experience.

I came away with two bra and pantie sets and some “guaranteed to take an inch off everywhere” undergarment thing.

Which I’ve bought for “thermal” purposes of course. 🙂

7 Replies to “OMG I’m a D-Cup”

  1. My pauvre eldest baby is a G cup (12G).

    Rather difficult for her to find anything cute (but thankfully the internets helps her out at great expense).

    I’m currently running a 12DD and can’t wait until I’m back down to a B – although having a rack is a novelty, I wouldn’t like it to be permanent!

  2. “scaffolding” LOL.

    Yes, truly sad that it just can’t go on in one spot. That’s why I’m always suspicious of skinny women with large breasts. Nature rarely works that way.

    From a fellow “D”

  3. I am hating being a DD, due to b/feeding. Oh, for the high school days when we formed the “itty bitty titty committee”. Can’t wait for things to go back to normal after I finish feeding, although I suspect the size won’t change, just the direction!

  4. I was kidding myself that I hadn’t put on all that much weight, then I went underwear shopping and found out just how far my saggy old bra had been stretching. I tried on the size I last bought, 12B, and was unpleasantly surprised to find I had to move up to a 16C. The diet has begun. No more net-snacking for me. Only regular meals in 1/2 size portions.

  5. I want to know how you fitted D’s into a B *push up*. As a C+ non-pregnant, I can’t have any sort of extra padding or pushing as my cup just floweth over.

    And i’ve never had the luxury of cute bras.. and those matrons always bring me things in ‘skin tone’ or beige. Depressing. I like my bras white, and without heavy straps and banding.

    I get sighed at a lot by those matrons…

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