How do you, as an author, describe breasts?

This from a WIP:
The pair carried on walking to their form room, Mr Masterson was stood at the door of the form room waiting, he commented.
“Shetland, Ogilvie. Less chatting and more movement.”
This Olivia took as a challenge.
“Like a bit of movement do you Sir?”
She did an exaggerated bump and grind as she walked past, arms linked under her amble chest as she did so.
“Put them away, Shetland.”
“Thought you liked big girls Sir?”
The class laughed as the pair went to sit at their usual table.
Masterson did not mind the banter, within reason. There were teachers who learned the hard way, what a runaway out of control class could inflict. Like being a room full of predators, show any weakness they would tear you apart.
What got his goat, was that Miss Olivia Shetland was not stupid. Far from it, the problem was she got easily distracted. She played to an audience, if only that temper of hers could be controlled. Take the remark about, “Big girls?” He had taken a big risk joking about her charms; she had confided once that she was a E cup, and did she need a Wonderbra? Jesus that had tested his resolve, it would be professional suicide to act on it though. He remembered when he had first encountered her, that first lesson. She had stayed behind, innocently asking about if girls should shave?
“You like shaved or unshaved, Sir?”
Sitting on a table, her skirt above her knees, legs just enough apart…. Oblivious to his snatched look, defiantly as nature intended. She even laughed at his body’s unbidden reaction with.
“My word, you do like big girls.”
With that she had left the classroom to giggle with her partner in crime Miss Ogilvie, the shy one.
After that he made a point never to be in a room alone with either of them, the perils of a teacher.
 
Because I'm so creative and want to make sure my writing encapsulates the full spectrum of diverse body types this world has to offer, I describe breasts as alternatively "big," "large," or "huge."
 
From the Nerd's Plaything:

"Stepping towards him, I took his hand and placed it on my naked breast. His breath was cut short and his hand was all but still.

“Go ahead Ethan, feel it. Squeeze it a bit. Does it feel nice in your hand?”

His hand fit nearly perfectly over my full, firm, but not large breast. ‘Just the right handful size’ I was often told. They stood out well from my lean frame and filled out my skintight dresses when I wanted them to."
 
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