I think there’s no such thing as perfect size when it comes to gaining. What’s exciting is the anticipation that someone could get way fucking bigger than they already are. And what’s next level is the mix of fear and thrill that maybe a girl will get a little bigger than what you were comfortable with, and you’re gonna like it. There is an appeal in just surrendering your sexuality to these women and knowing your preferences are going to slowly get heavier with them.
But of course, that’s all up too certain point. Theoretically if all that stuff were to just keep going and going, eventually it would all reach a point that’s just too extreme and takes the fun out of everything. It has to slow to a halt somewhere.
There are certainly more and less graceful ways of doing it. Some people just kind stop at a certain size and stay that way, and it’s like a satisfying happily ever after (at far as we know). Others pull a JK Rowling and make you watch as they slowly undo everything you liked and make it impossible to ever enjoy their old content again.