29-04-2019, 10:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 30-04-2019, 03:47 AM by Nipply Russel.)
There's always discussion about size, growth, bras, etc. here but I continue to be interested in the feelings and motivation surrounding our desire to grow breasts. There are plenty of trans discussion sites but I continue to enjoy the fact that this site includes "manbreast" concerns, rather than just trans-centric discussion. Don't get me wrong, I fully support transpeople and the issues they're dealing with; I'm just glad that Jess from the Ainterol forum isn't here every minute, asking every new poster "Are you transitioning?" and trying to convince them to "explore their true selves". Maybe, just maybe, some dudes want to have boobs. But maybe they don't even know why, knowwhatimean?
But this issue is still a complex one. There's no such thing as "growing boobs for the heck of it." The way I look at it, by willfully growing female breast tissue, I AM transitioning on some level. I'm changing my gender, if only slightly. Why? Herein are a few thoughts on my particular situation. I'm putting them here for my benefit, but I'd love to give others an opportunity to share their thoughts.
Boob obsessed:
I wasn't breast fed. My mom had a breast removed due to cancer when I was a child. Boobs were just not a thing for me when I was growing up, not in the three dimensional sense. The first time I saw a pair, I lost my mind. I couldn't get enough of them. I still can't. My dream partner would be a big-nippled, lactating beauty who orgasmed every time I nursed on her, and who always wore revealing tops and boob-accentuating lingerie. A girl who loved her boobs as much as I do. My life would be complete. The fact is, most women are way less interested in breasts than I am, so that dream will likely go unfulfilled.
Skinny and inadequate:
OK, I think my junk is above-average and it's nicely-formed. It works well and I'm reasonably good at using it. But I've never measured up to other men, body-wise. I'm thin and long. I have small muscles. Sure, I have masculine hands and good muscle definition, but I'm slim, with long, slim legs and arms and pathetic wrists. I'm a black belt and a manly man, who fixes things, owns guns and like to be active, but I've always dreaded having a wrist band put on at an event, as my slim wrists aren't male at all. I get depressed when I compare myself to other men. They look down on me. I don't measure up and I hate it.
Transformation-obsessed:
The first time I saw a photo of a trans, I got an instant boner. The first trans porn I saw blew my mind. I wanted so badly to have sex with a trans woman, but I also wanted to be one. I've come to find out that any kind of transformation is extremely appealing to me. I love pregnant women, sci-fi transition stories about human/animals...you name it. Enlarged clitorises? Sure. Trans fiction? I can't get enough.
What about me? Do I want to be a woman?
I've never acted like a girl. Never wanted to be a girl. Never wanted to be weak or vulnerable. Never wanted to have sex with men. Never wanted to give up any of the things I like about being male. If I woke up as a woman tomorrow, I'd be a lousy one. I'd still get greasy and cut my hands while restoring old cars. I'd spit and drive aggressively. I'm super assertive, but not super aggressive, though. I don't like fighting (I do love boxing, though). I HATE aggressive male behavior. I'm a feminist. But I'm not feminine at all. And I've never wanted to be.
Perhaps most importantly, I wouldn't/couldn't try to transition if I didn't think I would make a good-looking, passable woman. My heart breaks for trans women who have to endure the stares and ridicule that comes from a judgmental, superficial populace. It's a journey I never want to experience.
On the other hand, if I had some sort of magic device that transformed me into a beautiful young woman and back to myself at will, would I use it? Hell, yes. I'd dress up in sexy clothes, put lipstick on, you name it. And yeah, I'd be a lesbian - I'd want to get with other women, but I have to admit that I'd want to experience heterosexual sex as a woman. I don't find men attractive as a male, but put me in a woman's body and yup, I'd do it. Does that make me gay? I don't think so, because the male heterosexual me has no interest in it. And it's purely fantasy, with limited context. Probably something that many men think about.
Why am I doing this?
I've thought about this a lot and the best answer is this: I love boobs and I can't get close enough to them/can't get enough of them. Also, I think my low self-esteem/body image has caused me to be fascinated by transformation and even crave it. My body issue and breast-deprived upbringing has fueled this fetish and allowed me to push it into some sort of reality.
Where am I going with this transformation?
I continually remind myself that being a skinny, middle-aged guy with a hairy chest and boobs is a losing proposition. I'd love bouncy breasts and sensitive nipples, along with feminine curves and a big, soft butt. But I'll always have the face of a man and I don't have a partner who wants to explore this. For example, I don't think I could shave my chest without big trouble. I'm pretty sure I'd have to continue to take PM in order to generate and maintain the changes I'm talking about and the collateral cost is too high. So - I'm stalled. Yeah, I take a little PM. I check out my wiggly butt and grab my boobs and I keep looking for a change in my waistline and thighs. But I'm headed nowhere. All of getting out of this is some good masturbation fodder. A hollow victory but it is what it is.
I welcome your comments and please, feel free to share your stories. It's good to externalize it.
But this issue is still a complex one. There's no such thing as "growing boobs for the heck of it." The way I look at it, by willfully growing female breast tissue, I AM transitioning on some level. I'm changing my gender, if only slightly. Why? Herein are a few thoughts on my particular situation. I'm putting them here for my benefit, but I'd love to give others an opportunity to share their thoughts.
Boob obsessed:
I wasn't breast fed. My mom had a breast removed due to cancer when I was a child. Boobs were just not a thing for me when I was growing up, not in the three dimensional sense. The first time I saw a pair, I lost my mind. I couldn't get enough of them. I still can't. My dream partner would be a big-nippled, lactating beauty who orgasmed every time I nursed on her, and who always wore revealing tops and boob-accentuating lingerie. A girl who loved her boobs as much as I do. My life would be complete. The fact is, most women are way less interested in breasts than I am, so that dream will likely go unfulfilled.
Skinny and inadequate:
OK, I think my junk is above-average and it's nicely-formed. It works well and I'm reasonably good at using it. But I've never measured up to other men, body-wise. I'm thin and long. I have small muscles. Sure, I have masculine hands and good muscle definition, but I'm slim, with long, slim legs and arms and pathetic wrists. I'm a black belt and a manly man, who fixes things, owns guns and like to be active, but I've always dreaded having a wrist band put on at an event, as my slim wrists aren't male at all. I get depressed when I compare myself to other men. They look down on me. I don't measure up and I hate it.
Transformation-obsessed:
The first time I saw a photo of a trans, I got an instant boner. The first trans porn I saw blew my mind. I wanted so badly to have sex with a trans woman, but I also wanted to be one. I've come to find out that any kind of transformation is extremely appealing to me. I love pregnant women, sci-fi transition stories about human/animals...you name it. Enlarged clitorises? Sure. Trans fiction? I can't get enough.
What about me? Do I want to be a woman?
I've never acted like a girl. Never wanted to be a girl. Never wanted to be weak or vulnerable. Never wanted to have sex with men. Never wanted to give up any of the things I like about being male. If I woke up as a woman tomorrow, I'd be a lousy one. I'd still get greasy and cut my hands while restoring old cars. I'd spit and drive aggressively. I'm super assertive, but not super aggressive, though. I don't like fighting (I do love boxing, though). I HATE aggressive male behavior. I'm a feminist. But I'm not feminine at all. And I've never wanted to be.
Perhaps most importantly, I wouldn't/couldn't try to transition if I didn't think I would make a good-looking, passable woman. My heart breaks for trans women who have to endure the stares and ridicule that comes from a judgmental, superficial populace. It's a journey I never want to experience.
On the other hand, if I had some sort of magic device that transformed me into a beautiful young woman and back to myself at will, would I use it? Hell, yes. I'd dress up in sexy clothes, put lipstick on, you name it. And yeah, I'd be a lesbian - I'd want to get with other women, but I have to admit that I'd want to experience heterosexual sex as a woman. I don't find men attractive as a male, but put me in a woman's body and yup, I'd do it. Does that make me gay? I don't think so, because the male heterosexual me has no interest in it. And it's purely fantasy, with limited context. Probably something that many men think about.
Why am I doing this?
I've thought about this a lot and the best answer is this: I love boobs and I can't get close enough to them/can't get enough of them. Also, I think my low self-esteem/body image has caused me to be fascinated by transformation and even crave it. My body issue and breast-deprived upbringing has fueled this fetish and allowed me to push it into some sort of reality.
Where am I going with this transformation?
I continually remind myself that being a skinny, middle-aged guy with a hairy chest and boobs is a losing proposition. I'd love bouncy breasts and sensitive nipples, along with feminine curves and a big, soft butt. But I'll always have the face of a man and I don't have a partner who wants to explore this. For example, I don't think I could shave my chest without big trouble. I'm pretty sure I'd have to continue to take PM in order to generate and maintain the changes I'm talking about and the collateral cost is too high. So - I'm stalled. Yeah, I take a little PM. I check out my wiggly butt and grab my boobs and I keep looking for a change in my waistline and thighs. But I'm headed nowhere. All of getting out of this is some good masturbation fodder. A hollow victory but it is what it is.
I welcome your comments and please, feel free to share your stories. It's good to externalize it.