The girls before me have covered the 'new growth ' angle very well...
But for me, there was an interesting twist. Yes, they itched, and grew, and jiggled, and bounced, and I was fascinated by every tiny change.
I had imagined that having them was going to be like having a playground under my blouse, and for a while that was the case, lol..
Then it happened. Suddenly, they stopped being interesting to me at all. Sure, they felt good, but I stopped wanting to touch them, and they became just like my elbow, or my knee, or any other body part.
I was like 'wtf??, oh nooo..."
And then, one day, well, one night, I was out on a date with a guy, and he hugged me, tightly, and they woke up!
When we ended up in bed later, and I was taking off my bra, and I watched him watching me, well, leering at me, trying to get his first glance at my boobs, and electricity filled them both, and my headlights went to high-beam, and his touch lit them up like a christmas tree. I was overwhelmed by pleasure and passion and desire, not because I had nice boobs, but because HE thought I had nice boobs, and they turned HIM on...
Suddenly, I felt more like a woman than I had ever felt before. For me, having boobs is irrelevant until I am with a man, then they are the bomb. For me, nothing beats that feeling, except intercourse, of course, and even then, boob play makes it sooo much better...
Once he leaves, and I am in the shower, I might as well be washing off my back or legs or feet.
They only matter to me now if a man wants them, lol. Otherwise, yeah, they look nice, but no sparks, nada...