My mommy boobs

My boobs reached a "C" cup by the time I started high school. I feared they'd keep growing until they looked like my mom's, whose breasts hung almost to her belly button like old balloons with liquid areolas taking up the base. They floated on their own in water. When my daughter Emilia was born in my late 20s, my "D" cups swelled. My breasts, twice the size of my daughter's head, eventually shrunk back down to how I remembered them, only a little