Breast Fetish?

[42CSurprise!]

I posted six photos on the Photo section yesterday with three different brassieres.  My breasts seem much fuller and they both look and feel wonderful when I wear a brassiere.  I really am mesmerized.  My breasts feel every bit as delicious as those on girl friends I met along the way.  I recall witnessing my god daughter as a young child on her mother's lap.  She and I were having a conversation.  Her daughter was fixated on her mother's breasts and as we spoke she unbuttoned the front of her blouse.  My friend wasn't wearing a brassiere so when the girl spread the panels of the blouse those quite voluptuous breasts were exposed... breasts no doubt carrying milk the girl knew about.  But she didn't lean in to suckle, she kept turning her head, gazing at one breast and then the other.  Fortunately my friend was not concerned about me seeing her breasts so her daughter got exactly what she wanted.

Yes, many of us grew up nursing at breasts and that was doubtless a transformative experience.  I probably could have left that behind me had it not been for a sexual traumas I experienced that contributed to my putting on a brassiere for the first time when I was 12.  It belonged to a very voluptuous woman, a neighbor I'd been fixated on as juices of adolescence began to flow.  And now I wear my own brassiere filled with my very own breasts... and I am transported.  Diminished libido makes it less of an orgasmic experience but there still is an erotic dimension to it all.  Fetish?  Probably.  Autogynephilia?  Probably.  Problem? No.  This is the life of an octogenarian who lives alone with a drawer filled with brassieres... just one life... my own.

[gyne73]

Diminished libido makes it less of an orgasmic experience but there still is an erotic dimension to it all.  Fetish?  Probably.  Autogynephilia?  Probably.  Problem? No.  This is the life of an octogenarian who lives alone with a drawer filled with brassieres... just one life... my own.

I wore my first bra at my aunt's, my mother's sister. They were very different, physically and psychologically. My mother was the classic androgynous woman, red haired, freckles, almost no curves, tall and pretty. I was 12 at the time and I was her photocopy (at school they exchanged us for sisters, she was only 18 older than me and, at 30, she looked like a teenager).
My aunt was short, childless, brown and with big breasts (not enormous, but big on her frame).

I was fascinated by her, probably because they were very different I did not see her as a blood relative.
One day on a T.V. show there were some topless women (in Italy at the time it was allowed) dancing and cheering.

I was with my aunt and my uncle, my mother worked long time (my father did go away).

My aunt did not change channel and the day after she performed the same dance in front of me. Not topless, but almost, she grabbed her breasts and made some dance steps, making them juggle in her sweater. We were alone in home. She did not continue, but I was 12. In retrospect maybe this is not the right thing to do in front of a pre-teen, or maybe not, I was already on the way to it. I had already my own breasts since a few months, my peers had already teased me, I had already imagined to wear one, but I had no courage. Was it envy or desire to see those women cheering around, their breasts exposed? Maybe both.

Next day I wore one of her bras. And it felt GOOD. I felt contained, I felt embraced. It felt just for me.

Fetish? yes. Problem? at the time yes, I felt divided. 40 years later I am maybe more at peace. I know I will die with this question in mind.

Am I a "broken" man or a woman who has not had the courage to come out totally?

Maybe both, maybe none.

So what?

[42CSurprise!]

...Am I a "broken" man or a woman who has not had the courage to come out totally?

Maybe both, maybe none.

So what?

These are questions that can arise when we come to terms with the breasts developing on our chests.  As adolescents our bodies are coming to terms with what they will be.  Many men here have spoken about their mothers taking them to see a doctor when they developed breasts and generally the doctors said, it will resolve itself.  We know for many of us our breasts remained, or in my case at least, my chest remained soft.  We have ideas of who we 'should" be based on stereotypes we encounter in advertisements and in our peer groups.  When we don't fit the stereotype we generally struggle.  If we actually like the differences we experience it can be even more difficult.

I had confusion both about gender and sexual orientation, probably because I experienced sexual trauma as a boy.  There was a three generation family of pedophiles living next door and they introduced me to play that really wasn't play.  No more needs to be said.

Most of the men here are comfortable as men and deal with the reality of having breasts in a very straight forward way.  The wear a brassiere because it is more comfortable than doing without one.  For some of us the adventure is a bit more complicated, as this thread suggests.  What is really important that we release shame and live as we are drawn to live.  I sometimes play the edge but always in my mind not in the real world. That is what I mean when I say no problem.  Life is too short for me to do anything other that enjoy each day as best as I can.  That generally involves wearing a brassiere and when i do, I always enjoy the experience.  You are who you are my friend... as Oscar Wilde said, "Be yourself, everyone else is taken."  I have no interest in complying with others expectations of me.  I also have no wish to flaunt my enjoyment of having breasts and sometime wearing a brassiere.  We each have our own path to follow.  I'm very grateful for that... and for the conversations we have on this website about what that looks and feels like.

[Justagirl💃]

Hmm, fetish?

When I was a teenager the growing lumps on my chest made me wonder how large they would become. Graduating at about a C cup and thin as could be except some very large hips, I was very much teased. I pretended to hate my build because it was expected. I didn't fit the social norms. 

In reality, I would spend hours in front of the mirror admiring what God had given me. 

Early adulthood made the dating game rather confusing,  and I didn't date much. I actually only married women that hit on me first. Two of them were failures. Still married to the last one but separated.  

Today I celebrate my body just the way God intended it to be. I gaze at the mirror both braless and in a bra. 
Is it a fetish, or am I just appreciating what I have? I think the latter. 

[42CSurprise!]

...Today I celebrate my body just the way God intended it to be. I gaze at the mirror both braless and in a bra.
Is it a fetish, or am I just appreciating what I have? I think the latter.

Your journey is quite unique among us as we've learned through your posts over the last few years.  It has been heartening to hear how you've come to acceptance of yourself as a woman in a body with ambiguous genitalia.  I always think of you and Sophie as outspoken advocates for embracing the feminine, each in your own way.  For men developing breasts, finding a relationship with the feminine makes sense even for men who have no wish to change anything, except perhaps the style of brassiere their prefer to wear, or shopping on the other aisle for clothes that better fit the growing curves they find developing.

I guess that coming to terms with breasts will touch on an erotic dimension simply because even as youths we were introduced to voluptuous women as sex objects.  Breasts drew our attention even before we had them ourselves.  So perhaps our fixation on them now is natural.  How it becomes a fetish is an open question and arguably one person's affection may be another person's fetish.  I know as a boy I was very excited to flip through the pages of the Sear's catalogue where I'd find photos of women modeling brassieres.  I still love to shop for brassieres, though I do that online rather than in a store.  And I love how a well designed brassiere presents my breasts.  I'm wearing a turtleneck at the moment that is a bit small and the result is delicious.  These breasts are my own and I love looking at them and touching them.  That is where my fetish lies...

[gyne73]

Today I celebrate my body just the way God intended it to be. I gaze at the mirror both braless and in a bra.
Is it a fetish, or am I just appreciating what I have? I think the latter.

I too have large hips, my waist hip ratio is 0.75, in the female range, and my feet have stopped growing; I am in the upper range of female feet (EU size 40, more or less 9.5 in US). When I lived as a woman I did not have difficulty in finding shoes.

My body is a mixture, clearly the genitalia are male, but the rest is not so definite.

I think that the difference between fetish and appreciation, at least for me, lies in the level of excitement. When I was younger clearly it was more exciting, my nipples are so sensitive!, now I just appreciate them as a gift but I know that it can be viewed as a fetish.

[SGTG]

I think over the years of having gyno I do kinda have a fetish. I definitely find myself wishing breasts would grow more, I’m a 38B, barely, and wish I was much bigger sometimes. 
I’ve had a bra fetish since a game of truth or dare in jr high though. My first time wearing my best friends, sisters training bra was amazing. It definitely made me question many things. 

[42CSurprise!]

I haven't visited this thread for a few days and wasn't thinking about it when reflecting on how much I love the feeling of soft cups of the minimizing brassiere I wear holding my breasts.  When we talk about enjoyment with regard to wearing a brassiere we often talk about the band holding us or the fact our breasts aren't moving about.  I understand those feelings but this morning I was appreciating the feeling of my breasts being held as I go about my day.  I have breasts that I'm very fond of and love how the brassiere shapes and holds them.  I came to the website to write this and recalled this thread.  I don't know if this is part of my fetish.  I'm happy there is a place where I can say this rather outlandish thing... I'm a man with breasts who loves what my favorite brassieres do to my breasts.  

[Johndoe1]

I too must confess the embrace of the cups around and supporting my bust is quite a wonderful feeling. Having them shaped and lifted and suspended in place is a feeling like no other. To feel the underside of my breasts resting over the underwire and laying in the bottom of the cups resisting movement is very reassuring and gives confidence that things are as they should be. It's a feeling only those who have breasts can understand and appreciate. 

[Parity]

  You both hit on something that I to enjoy.  I never thought to put it in words but, while getting dressed and putting on my bra I really do enjoy the feeling of my breast tissue falling into the cups.  The soft material fully encapsulating my breast feels wonderful.  Adjusting the tissue with a little pull on the top of the bra feels good and makes me feel good emotionally.  Everything in its place, contained, and supported gives me confidence knowing I can get on with the day without another thought of unwanted movement and undesired looks and questions.  I'm just a little big chested for a man.  

[blad]

As with some of my previous comments, much of the time I forget I have a bra on as I go about my day. A testament to how a good fitting bra does its job of support and eliminates the background irritation of unsupported breasts.

But from time to time during the day I will notice the "hug" of the bra band or the sensation of the straps holding up the cups. These sensations re affirm that I have breasts and that I am satisfied to manage them with a bra. 

Wearing a bra was a cornerstone of accepting and liking my breasts, even in my teen years when this first seemed like a disaster. When I put on my bra in the morning I will often have an approving glance in the mirror noting how more put together it makes me look.

[42CSurprise!]

Love the comments.  It really is rare to have a place like this where men blessed with breasts can talk about such things.  So often we've struggled with being different in this way.  Here we talk about acceptance and appreciation... then we talk about our favorite brassieres and how well they shape and present our breasts.  We are a strange breed which makes finding kindred spirits that much more valuable.  Thanks everyone for sharing. your experience... which it seems are not that different from my own.  

[WPW717]

Love the hug , too!