Breast Fetish?

[42CSurprise!]

I revisited the I Love Having Boobs! thread thinking I'd make another comment but life intervened and I was busy for a few hours.  When I returned the question with which I start this thread came to mind.  We all acknowledge that breasts have come into our lives because they appeared on our chests, either in adolescence or along the way.  We've talked about the reality that there is not one hormonal constellation shared by every man, or woman for that matter. That reality shows most often in our bodies.  Some men have hard, muscular bodies and some have soft, round bodies.  Those differences reflect the relationship between testosterone and estrogen in our bodies.  So we have breasts and decide to find a way to live with them.  Most of the men here determined wearing a brassiere made sense.  Some of the men here began wearing a brassiere as teenagers simply because their breasts were substantial enough that the brassiere offered comfort and perhaps even confidence.

I've been very clear that though I had a relatively soft body as an adolescent with a soft chest, my affection for brassieres was associated with my history of childhood sexual abuse.  For me, both the brassiere and my breasts have represented more of a fetish than a solution to a need for comfort.  Having read so many conversations on this side of the website, I sense I am not alone in this.  When some of us say we "love" having breasts, I can't help but wonder what that affection looks like.  I remember someone who had developed breasts that he loathed when he was a teen entering a relationship later in life with a woman who really liked his breasts.  Some men have made reference to the fact his breasts are an important part of their "play" with their partners.  All good.  But I'm wondering about something more... a sort of fascination with our breasts.  I sometimes speak about putting on a brassiere and feeling mesmerized by the experience.  I've mentioned the word autogynephilia which is a man's fascination with experiencing himself as a woman... not as a preliminary step toward transitioning but as the simple pleasure of experiencing his body that way.  Having breasts can easily lead one there if they are so inclined.  So can putting on women's lingerie.

I am not in a romantic relationship so I'm the only one who has a relationship with my breasts and that can be very evocative.  As I've often said, I generally wear a brassiere when at home and I love seeing my breasts reflected in a mirror, and I love touching them.  I'm very aware of them when I'm out and about and wearing a brassiere.  If I'm not wearing a brassiere my attention is elsewhere.  It is as though putting on a brassiere leads to my fixation.  It that part of a fetish?  I think so.

Again, I'm not suggesting this is the experience of every man here but I am wondering if there are others who have something close to a fixation or fetish about their breasts.  

I've shared this photo before but it really catches what I'm experiencing.  I am wearing that brassiere at the moment and it does an amazing job of shaping and presenting my breasts.  What fun is this!

[Gyno64]

I'm still pretty new to dealing with gyno.
I'm still trying to gain acceptance with my condition. It's only been seven months since my initial onset at my age of 64. I'm a full B cup and growing as I speak.
I have tried so many options of concealment of my breasts.
Compression shirts are okay for a short period of time. I now have now opened up for a seamless style bralette. That of which had been suggested by Busty. Much more comfortable and under the right clothing I can still hide my boobs. Only my future can tell what's to come of me as I may continue to develop?
 

[42CSurprise!]

Glad you're finding acceptance for this reality with which you are attending. It seems a very matter of fact response rather than one that carries a particular charge.  I don't imagine a fetish will arise for you out of this experience, which if fine.  Our responses are perfectly our own.  Enjoy the ride.

[Gyno64]

Thank you 42CSurprise.


I'm just trying to move forward with my journey of this world of Gynecomastia.
 
Much support from this group and my wonderful wife has made things much more easier to accept and move forward with. But I still have obstacles to deal with at this early point of acceptance. That of which is to be determined over time.  

Folks here on this forum are great! Cheers! 

[oldguy]

I'm still pretty new to dealing with gyno.
I'm still trying to gain acceptance with my condition. It's only been seven months since my initial onset at my age of 64. I'm a full B cup and growing as I speak.
I have tried so many options of concealment of my breasts.
Compression shirts are okay for a short period of time. I now have now opened up for a seamless style bralette. That of which had been suggested by Busty. Much more comfortable and under the right clothing I can still hide my boobs. Only my future can tell what's to come of me as I may continue to develop?

Gyno64

Who knows?  I can only share my experience when diagnosed at 61.  I had pain in both chests and told my family doctor.  He referred me to a surgeon who did a mammogram.  Confirmed that I had breast tissue.  At that time, I was a B cup.  His nurse practitioner recommended a bra and wrote a note to my wife.

14 years now, I am a C cup.  I was able to hide it because I was over borderline obese.  I have lost 70lbs and it's much harder now, since the breasts didn't shrink.  During the summer, I wear spaghetti strap uni-boob sports bra with little inserts.  It does a great job of concealing the breasts and no nipple issues.  Looks more like I have pecs.  Its winter, so I am now wearing a more comfortable jog bra while exercising and a plain regular wire-free bra while at home.  I've heard that wires help shape the breast.  All I need is to keep them from bouncing all over the place.  My wife comments that mine are bigger then hers.  Last thing I need is to make it worse.

[Gyno64]

Gee. I think I may have quite a bit to look forward too as I age.

I was diagnosed as idiopathic. But I don't quite buy all that. But waiting to see an Endo. to see wear I'm going from here? Or if they can even figure it out anyway? 

At least I won't hear my wife telling me that mine are bigger than hers. She's a huge G cup. Pray I don't get there. Lol.

[gyne73]

Again, I'm not suggesting this is the experience of every man here but I am wondering if there are others who have something close to a fixation or fetish about their breasts. 

I may relate to most of your posts.

I am heterosexual but in a woman I am mostly attracted by her breasts to the point that probably I won't be excited if a woman has too little breast.

I am luckily because my SO has a normal breast, not so big, but neither small.

She is rather supportive for my fixation, she let me wear a bra in front of her, she knows that sometimes I give a look to other women's bosom or cleavage.

She knows the origin, it is traumatic. I wasn't breastfed and my mother was very young (in her teens), so I was probably a bit emotionally neglected (she had to cope with an alcoholic and violent husband).

This is a classic chicken-egg problem. What comes first? My fixation on breasts or my gynecomastia?

I remember when I was 9-10 I did not question my gender; for me it was natural, I am a boy, later in life I will marry a woman and have children. So simple.

Girls of my age, without any breasts, were seen as "total".

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But after gyno I started to look at parts: bra straps, heels, lingerie, nipple pointing through shirts, bikini lines on beach.

This is a clear sign of fetishism, I suppose. I desired them on my body, I desired them to touch. Envy and desire, interlinked.

[Parity]

You know 42C I never really gave it much thought.  As I have developed so has my wonder if you will of them.  On me mostly but do take notice of those around me of their shape and how they "Dress" them.  I look to learn how to not show off and learn ways to tone down.  

  That said, I do like to find and wear a nice bra.  Some are for every day and have a couple that I have learned must be for my own enjoyment at home.  Just seems to put them to much on display.  I am amazed at how mine have developed and do enjoy them.  I can't lie.  42C, I think you and I do share the same wonder, amazement and delight in our beautiful breast.  They are mine and I do accept, and take delight in them.

[taxmapper]

My other half is a Red headed Southern Texas girl who has F cups of her own.   

She wanted (as I pointed out before) a Viking God, and got an ugly shield maiden looking thingy..  

Having tried to bulk up before not that I dont want to, but it doesn't feel "right" in my case.   My "fixation" on my breasts are clear, and as they are in slow motion growth right now (as I type this I am feeling the pressure and micro-poprocks again) and actually want them larger. Those around me have said basically nothing and I think its a natural part of my persona. For me, having the sensations that breasts brings can now be related to how women feel in the chest and I not only get it, but sympathize with many of the woes they go through. 

But I DO want them larger, and I DO want them to be noticed now. In some instances i see that some men DO see them and have a look of disgust, and some women looking at me with either sympathy or "har har now you know..."  

And with the body changes I have been experiencing, my waist is into the 39" range now from 42".  That has in turned brought out a light femm shape, I just dont have the matching hips.     The other half and a few others have noticed this and give me this look like..."i dont know...". 

[Parity]

 


...But I DO want them larger, and I DO want them to be noticed now. In some instances i see that some men DO see them and have a look of disgust, and some women looking at me with either sympathy or "har har now you know..." 

I can say for me growth is happening.  I take what comes.  What I do want is, as they grow for them to keep filling out and having the shape of nice breast. Proper care and good bra fit helps with that I feel.

[blad]

Developing breasts as a teen was a complicated time. I was constantly taunted about my breasts and need for wearing a bra which was obviously very embarrassing. Having to show my bare breasts during gym "skins" teams was mortifying, they were on full display for all to see as they bounced around during gym activities. 

All the comments of needing a bra did lead to a curiosity to try one on, one of my older sister's cast off bras. Unexpectedly, the experience of trying on a bra was very positive and even erotic for a teen. Here I was a boy but was looking down at my own breasts filling the bra cups complete with cleavage. The sensations of the bra straps and cups holding things in place was erotic at the time and feeling the boobs through the bra cups even more so. Seeing how I looked in a bra in the mirror was fantastic. 

If not for the complex social pressures of trying to fit in as a teen I was resigned right there and then to accept my breasts if I could wear a bra for them daily. It became tortuous to know how well I fit a bra and enjoyed wearing one but to not be able to for much of the time as a teen in school.

I also came to realize that wearing bra actually had a function other than to present the breasts in an erotic way for a teen boy; it gave a feeling of support and containment. After experiencing the support of a bra I became acutely aware of the negative sensations of being braless throughout the day. I hated the feeling of being braless and was envious of all the girls being able to openly wear their bras.

As time went on I was able to wear my bras more consistently and finally daily. I am very happy with the support a bra gives me and often forget I have one on as it is so comfortable to be supported. But that teen age feeling of the erotic nature of wearing a bra is still there from time to time. In the end it is a combination of the comfortable function of wearing a bra combined with some pleasure to have one on and to know it is my little secret when I go out and about. 

[42CSurprise!]

Glad some of the usual suspects are chiming in on this topic.  Thanks for your comments.  Clearly, we each have our own unique relationship with our breasts and we each have our own history that contributes to our feelings about them.

I know you spend time on the other website Blad and your avatar shows the truth of what you're talking about.  I don't recall you sharing a photo on this website.  You are one of the men who is very well endowed and who has contended with this reality for your whole adult life.  Since teen boys are at the height of the sexual energy at around age 16 it is not surprising that women's lingerie, including brassieres would stir the juices.  From age 13 to 15 I was breaking into homes to steal lingerie.  I stopped when my mother found a bag filled with lingerie under my bed.  I was a very troubled boy and no one knew what to make of it all.  It was the products of the sexual abuse but no one seemed to be aware of that.  Those experiences shaped my relationship with lingerie, gender and eventually brassieres. As you say Blad, wearing a brassiere regularly takes some of the sexual charge out of it... but not ALL of it.  I'm wearing one at the moment and my breasts still thrill me... 

[Gyno64]

As far as my breast fetish goes.  I have pretty much had that fetish for boobs my entire life.
 
Now that I'm developing a pair of my own I'm feeling how women deal with breasts. I admit I enjoying the sensual sensation that can come from having breasts. And I can share what I'm experiencing with my wife. Heck, we even went bra shopping together the other day. We both bought something for ourselves. She's golden!
 
I have always been infatuated with her boobs since the first time we met.

She was 13 at the time and was a full C cup then. She told me she had to start wearing a bra when she was 9 years old. She had gotten teased alot about the size of her breasts in Elementary and junior high because her development was much beyond other girls her age. Through all the nonsense ridicule she became a shy broken spirit introverted young lady. So IMO, it may not really mater weather or not you are a boy or a girl in some instances. Kids can be cruel. Simple as that. I'm very thankful I didn't have gyno in my teens. I can sympathize with all individuals that had to go through all the adolescent torture.   
 
We dated when we were young and married later here in life. I had the pleasure of witnessing he breast develop and grow throughout her life. Sweet!

By the time we married she was a Huge full G cup with with 3 1/2'' dia. areolas and thick 1'' long sexually sensitive nipples. And just guess what that dose for the both of us. Lol.
  Through my breast fetish my wife has learned to embraced her assets and became very proud of them since we've married. And the love we share is so powerful she is gracefully accepting of my gynecomastia as well. Truth being.
Quote:(Love's the only engine of survival).

[42CSurprise!]

...And the love we share is so powerful she is gracefully accepting of my gynecomastia as well. Truth being.
Quote:(Love's the only engine of survival).

You are definitely a fortunate man with a wonderful wife.  Having a partner with whom to share deeply can make this journey much happier. much richer. I have that now but it is with my former wife and we don't live together.  Though she knows my history, I haven't shared my adventures wearing a brassiere or of my affection for my breasts.  I'm fine with that... this is my journey and she never signed up for that.  I sense that for those of us not in romantic relationships, the relationship with breasts and brassieres can take on added significance.  I recall a member here whom we haven't seen for a long time, Side Set, who spoke about being his own girl friend.  That could be interpreted as evidence of autogynephilia but no matter.  I'm ever reminded of the voluptuous women I've encountered along the way when I ponder my own voluptuous breasts.  But I'm no longer a teen or in my early twenties so the back seat of a car holds little appeal for me...  

[oldguy]

As far as my breast fetish goes.  I have pretty much had that fetish for boobs my entire life.
 
Now that I'm developing a pair of my own I'm feeling how women deal with breasts. I admit I enjoying the sensual sensation that can come from having breasts. And I can share what I'm experiencing with my wife. Heck, we even went bra shopping together the other day. We both bought something for ourselves. She's golden!
 
I have always been infatuated with her boobs since the first time we met.

She was 13 at the time and was a full C cup then. She told me she had to start wearing a bra when she was 9 years old. She had gotten teased alot about the size of her breasts in Elementary and junior high because her development was much beyond other girls her age. Through all the nonsense ridicule she became a shy broken spirit introverted young lady. So IMO, it may not really mater weather or not you are a boy or a girl in some instances. Kids can be cruel. Simple as that. I'm very thankful I didn't have gyno in my teens. I can sympathize with all individuals that had to go through all the adolescent torture.   
 
We dated when we were young and married later here in life. I had the pleasure of witnessing he breast develop and grow throughout her life. Sweet!

By the time we married she was a Huge full G cup with with 3 1/2'' dia. areolas and thick 1'' long sexually sensitive nipples. And just guess what that dose for the both of us. Lol.
  Through my breast fetish my wife has learned to embraced her assets and became very proud of them since we've married. And the love we share is so powerful she is gracefully accepting of my gynecomastia as well. Truth being.
Quote:(Love's the only engine of survival).

Totally agree!

We met at 17.  Married at 21.  At 75, still Happily Married.  

The 50's, most of us were breast fed.  I don't think that influenced me.  Hormones did. I loved girls. Breast were like a V8 in my mind.  I found my love with a perfect B and still in love.  While I am a C, it's not about size.  It's about commitment to each other and the grace to accept changes as we grow older.