I'll depart from my usual mall sightings for a moment here to discuss an odd phonomenon that maybe same of you have noticed and maybe some of us should define. Here's a great proposal for a section of the BEARchive, similar to a North American Bird watchers guide we should collaborate for a global breast-watchers guide where we can discuss and catalogue the best places, and situations for breast viewing and have a permanent collection of our greatest sightings, including my personal earth-shattering discovery of BigFoots cousin BigTIT in the Bastille district of Paris, summer 1997.
I won't go into detail just yet about that one until I'm mentally ready. But let me say this, it was 4 years ago this summer and I still get light-headed thinking about her.
The thing that brought her up today though was an amazing sighting this morning in the FootLocker around the corner. There was an incredibly healthy young brunette there who was quite excited about a pair of Nike's she had found. Although she was so obnoxiously endowed I doubt she'll ever see them on her feet due to her massive knockers blocking the view. She was otherwise atheletically built with incredible definition around her legs and feet. She was wearing shorts and a tight purple tee-shirt that clung to her "flowerpot" shaped breasts.
There's that troublesome phrase. Whatsit mean? It was coined by an old RA of mine to define huge beasts that are lifted and separated to the point that they are pushed out to their extremes. Not like a pushup bra which presses the breasts together and out to the extreme, the flower-pot bra shapes and molds the each breast as a separate entity making the entire bust seem limitless. Furthermore the flowerpot flattens the extreme tip of the breast supporting it to where the nipples point upward (see Julia Nova for the natural unsupported version). The ridiculously built bartender at my favorite nightspot is also like endowed, on a recent chilly night I was dumbstruck at her ceiling oriented nipples. Anyway, this athletic girl sported the look to where she was getting stares from other mall patrons. Big Tit; Paris 1997 sported it to superhuman proportions, thats as plainly as I can state it. Maybe I'll tell more sometime. There is a entry in my journal of that trip made not 10 minutes after the sighting with you guys in mind, but I've been sitting on it for a while. Maybe the time has come?