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Who doesn't love tits?

I've got a C-cup chest. I used to have B-sized breasts, but I'm one of those girls that most others envy. When I gain weight it goes straight to my tits and disseminates rather evenly everywhere else. I'd always been one of those skinny little bitches, but noticed over the past year of working from a sofa, that I'm a little heavier than I used to be. It's not a bad thing, I'm actually at my ideal weight now, but having a larger chest size has done something for my public persona. I suddenly notice how guys gawk when they walk past me if I'm wearing a tight fitting sweater. Just recently, I had some dude walk bye me, his eyes affixed to my tits and all he could get out was, "yum."

Posted by sloth at November 21, 2005 1:01 AM

Okay, Ms Sloth, here it is. Men were hard wired at creation to zero in on your tits. The National Organization for Women says women need men like a fish needs a bicycle. Truth be told, however, as long as we have an opposable thumb, men need women like a fish needs a raincoat, too. In any case, we both need each other in the breeding arena. If you are to be of any value to us at all, you need to be able to bear offspring and, more importantly, there is no need to do so if the product of physical union isn't fed long enough to develop teeth. So men, being the visual creatures they are, look look to females able to feed the next generation they're bearing. If you have no tits, you are of no use in terms of breeding - at least until bottles were invented. And, to illustrate our fixation with tits, think about this: tits are nothing but fat and gland tissue. But, did you ever hear a frat boy bragging on Monday that his new girlfriend just let him feel her thyroid gland Saturday night? When he runs his hands all over you, do you think a man is fantasizing about your sebaceous glands? Do men get into sexual gear by squeezing your back fat? No, the mammary glands are the ones we're after (for the reasons above) and it's not only because they're fat and squishy. We squeeze your tits as a physical confirmation that you have them and that you are, thus, breedable. It may be on a subconscious level in the nether regions of our lizard brain, but that's what's going on. Now you know.