...my breasts are about to destroy Tokyo. In fact if I didn't know better, I'd swear they were exposed to some sort of Godzilla-esque radiation, they've grown so large.

The funny thing is, I hate them. I always used to want to have huge boobs and cleavage instead of the fairly average portion I was meted out and even swore that when we could afford it, I'd get implants. But after having experienced them firsthand, I have to admit I want my little boobies back. And to make things worse, they're getting bigger. The $75 bra I bought two months ago is already too small, and I have no idea where I'm going to find a bigger one, since F was the largest cup the lingerie store had in a 32 size. Never mind the fact that I don't particularly want to spend another $75 on something I'm going to have to replace another two months down the road!

Not only that, but they get in the way of everything. I can barely button up my winter coat, my sweaters are all stretching unnaturally, and even when I'm not wearing clothes, they're a pain. I have to sleep on my side now, being too big to sleep on my stomach and not allowed to sleep on my back, and they're always resting on my arm and making it fall asleep, and I wake up two or three times a night because it's all pins and needles.

Further to that, Darcy thinks they look, in his own words, absurd, and he's a big fan of the big boobies. I can only agree, they're completely ridiculous.