[Mercerwatch]

It usually goes unspoken, but I think theres an underground segment of us here attracted to a "humilation factor" in breast culture. Think to the old pin-ups of shapely women with their skirts accidentally blown up over their thighs. I'm most interested in stories/ images of women who are overwhelmed by their own breasts. The mainstream being the all conquering mammazon who are extremely proud of their tits and have total control over their situation (like Vixen). I think the embarrasment/humilation is the hidden core of a lot of BE fiction and why we collect and are drawn to the "before" stories of breast reduction articles. Some of my favorite memories involve my curvy college friend "D" gain some 8 pounds in the chest while on birth control and struggling in vain not to fill out her sweaters, retain her posture, and not clear countertops everytime she turned around. Input?

Lorali Hart's second humilation (literally) at the hands of Frank Drebin.  

[Eyeguy]

Maybe it's a question of seeing what you choose to see-  however, for me, it seems like most BE fiction I find has a strong humiliation streak.  
Personally, I prefer the stuff where the woman, even if she's not in control of the expansion, is excited and/or pleased about it.  
The humiliation bits usually seem too much like laughing at someone else's misfortunes to me.   (of course, that's just my opinion, and not really worth the electrons it's printed on).

[Candye Man]

Actually, I'd definitely agree with Mercerwatch...the humiliation factor is at the core of a lot (though not all) of the stories.  I suppose that's a little bit sadistic, but....

BTW, what is Anderson Cooper doing fondling breasts in grocery stores?

[breasteses]

You bring up a really insightful thought Mercer... I'd have to agree that at the core of "My" personal attraction to Breast expansion would have to be the humiliation factor.  I do enjoy BE relating to non consentual expansion and lactation...  And I do enjoy the Pre segments of breast reduction stories quite a bit... Geez, it is kinda sadistic...  I guess I deserve not havin' a girlfriend.  Of course the core to most comedy is actually rather sadistic too.  I dig the Three Stooges, Buster Keaton, etc. and that comedy is pretty extreme.  Wow, now I feel really bad about hoping they make a reality show centering around young women dealing and struggling with having really overdeveloped breasts...

[jachere11]

The "humiliation factor" that I like in these stories (or real life) is when a huge breasted woman completely overshadows or steals attention away from a bitchy small breasted one who thinks she's hot stuff, especially when tight or too small clothing is involved and guys are drooling. I've seen this in real life, and it was mind-numbing.

[bignatslover]

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Anderson Cooper

LOL!

Anyhoo, if "humiliation factor" is the name for it (although that sounds so negative!) then I like it too.

This is because I have known some women in real life who struggled in vain to hide their ever-growing boobs and the struggle made it TWICE AS HOT!!!

[hugejugglover]

I think nipple-slips would fall into this category. Also, clothes-tearing (as demonstrated in the attachment).

[Prophet_Tenebrae]

It's not really a revelation that BE and by extension BB has an element of mysogny in it. I mean, we have some people that might as well be saying "look at the woman on those tits".

[Goldeneye]

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This is because I have known some women in real life who struggled in vain to hide their ever-growing boobs and the struggle made it TWICE AS HOT!!!

Holy shit, agreed.  Plus, for a lot of us, I think it takes us back to those oh-so-formative memories of high school, and that poor, terribly misunderstood girl with the heartbreakingly low self-esteem and the pillowy, explosively monstrous breasts that seemed, impossibly, to get bigger and bigger every single fucking time you saw her.  Even when you'd go home and fantasize about her, when you saw her the next day, and swore you'd maybe exaggerated them a little in your dirty imagination, when she passed you in the hall the next day they were FAR bigger than you'd remembered.  Everyone pointed at her, laughed at her, said terrible things about her behind her back (and sometimes to her face)...even the teachers weren't much better.  She made every possible attempt to cover ponderous, unwieldy bust, but they never worked--just made the rest of her look bulky (though you knew it absolutely wasn't).  She never made eye contact.  She ate lunch alone, or maybe didn't even come to the lunchroom.  She never spoke up in class, and was never called on.  There was one thing at which she excelled--usually writing or music (solo, rarely with the band)--always something that required minimal interaction.  She never showed up at a dance, because the only boys who ever deigned to speak to her said unconscionable things.  She was friendless, silent, sullen, and clearly miserable.  But to you, she was the most beautiful thing that had ever existed.  You were too afraid to speak to her, to be kind to her--she'd probably just think you wanted her body.  But from afar, you understood her, and some distant part of your mind thought of her as a friend.  You quietly defended her when your friends would say cruel things...but in response they would taunt that you just wanted to play with her (and maybe one day they even yelled it to her as she passed), and so you stopped.  They didn't understand, and they never would, because they didn't want to.  There was never anyone you could talk to about her, but you knew that your feelings for her went beyond just physical.  You thought she was wonderful.  You thought she deserved to be cared for just like anyone else.

She was so sadly beautiful; so beautifully sad.  And then, one day, she was gone.  You always wish you'd tried harder (or at all) to be her friend.  You wonder if maybe you could have made a difference in her life at such a difficult, pivotal time.  You wonder if she went home sometimes, thought of you, and smiled, the way you smiled when you thought about her.  You wonder what could have been.  You wonder.

You always loved her.

And you always will.


For me, at least, that's the root of why humiliation stories always get me.

[jugghead]

I'm intrigued by this thread because it brings up some things I've always wondered about. Why is it that some fantasy-based erotic videos I've watched leave me feeling very little, while other very similar ones turn me on extremely. I think your subject has a lot to do with it.

I've always preferred seeing women in a natural setting. For example: I am a fan of Ewa Sonnet. Whenever she makes a video where she is dancing or trying too hard to be sexy, I think "ho-hum". But when I've seen her in a natural environment, like the one in which she's drying her hair, I immediately stand at attention. There's something about a busty woman just going about her daily life that excites me.

[hugejugglover]

Good story Goldeneye.  Thanks for sharing it!  Can it really be love though if you never even really knew her?  If she had been flatchested, would you have even noticed her at all?  Another thing... just because a person is shy and quiet and gets made fun of, people often think, "that person must have a really warm heart".  When in reality, that may not be true at all.  

I really do understand how you feel in your story, though.

[BP]

No question about it. There are thousands of stories with that theme. Totally turns me on too.

There was a comic in --- the early 80's? late 70s? It was literally page after page of a huge- and round-busted young thing having her clothes torn off in various unlikely scenarios. I think it was called Debbie? Anyone know what I'm talking about?

[Goldeneye]

Little Annie Fanny?  I think there's another one whose name I'm forgetting that's NOT Annie Fanny, and I used to have lots of those toons (got them in a newsgroup) but lost them in one of the crashes.  Is it that one?  She had long blonde hair and was the most fabulously oblivious, idiotic hottie ever, and was always coming out of her clothes or flashing someone.  May just be a later incarnation of Annie though...someone who was actually around then might be of more help than I lol.

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Good story Goldeneye.  Thanks for sharing it!  Can it really be love though if you never even really knew her?  If she had been flatchested, would you have even noticed her at all?  Another thing... just because a person is shy and quiet and gets made fun of, people often think, "that person must have a really warm heart".  When in reality, that may not be true at all.  

Well, of course, one must remember this is from an irrational teenage perspective, when "love" strikes anew every other week (and usually fails shortly thereafter because, of course, it turns out the person wasn't anything like you thought).  I know it's insane, but male or female, we all had someone we flipped out over in that same way when we were young(er).

[Mercerwatch]

For me (I just realized this) was a book i read everytime I entered a Spencer's gift store (you know the national chain with the lava lamps and Crystal Storm greeting cards) anyway they used to have a rack of novelty gift books I was always drawn to "Small Busted Women have Big Hearts" a gift apparently for the flat chested low self esteem woman in your life. It's about 25 cartoons of large breasted women in embarrasing situations, getting groped on trains, drawing crowds at parties, bursting buttons, failing at gymnastics etc. Too young to purchase I finally found one at a library sale 10 years ago. Big influence on me. Available in Amazon of course.

[robclassact]

*Jimbobob hops onto this train late in the game*

You know, that may have something to do with why pictures of girls in candid situations with amazing boobs does so much more for me than posed models (usually, but not always).  Something about a girl downplaying or, as mentioned here, attempting to hide the social power and status that large breast may endow her with is really attractive to me.  Some girls put them out on display, showing off their power.  The ones more up my alley tend to have that bit of embarassment (or possibly awe?) at their endowments.

Maybe it's that idea that they're hiding something.  I mean really, half the reason we're obsessed with breasts is that we can't see them, and men are obsessed with what they can't see.  Perhaps it's that primal, low level brain activity urge to get what we want when we want it, and being denied it repeatedly and constantly drives us nuts.  As a fan of hard-to-get girls with personality and spunk (as opposed to the easy, give it up if you ask nicely girls), I think the explanation works for me.  

Or perhaps that's just me.