Here on thundersplace the question is always what is "too big" and is it practical, to get there or usable when you get to that point? I have read a plethora of posts in several different size related threads (Big Girth - The Downside and 8" x 6" and not happy?? to name a few) and there is no clear answer. Nor should there be. The answer is subjective at best, based on personal experiences and personal value judgments. I speak on this from my own perspective of having reached a somewhat troublesome size and still continuing penis enlargement.
At this point in the post I’m obligated to tell you that the rest of this is opinion. That this is simply how I feel at the moment that I wrote this. As I do occasionally write some material in a somewhat factual manner for reference purposes but this is not that sort of thing.
When I started penis enhancement it was about fixing up my curve and creating better erection quality. It wasn’t until after I saw verifiable games and my partner had some trouble with my size compared to before that I realized I had gotten larger. Allow me to underline that I had no faith in PE being able to make me any bigger. It simply was hogwash as far as I was concerned so when that actually happened I was dumbstruck. I took my measurements at the start because I felt I should not because I expected any change so after 18 months seeing change was a big surprise and that’s also why I don’t have a chart or pattern for the first gains I got. I took a measurement at the beginning, played around with an extender for a year-and-a-half then it ended up with gains of 1.3" BPEL and .75" MSEG.
The minor changes that this netted me in my actual erection during intercourse (EQ during sex was horrendous still) were still enough for me to be happy. Now, I wanted to be bigger and see her struggle more and more often also. At the size that I was then, roughly 7.5x5" after those first gains, I was not exactly struggle material but she did. I suspect more was going on with her below the belt then she let on but she carried on with the idea that she enjoyed sex so we kept at it. I carried the fantasy of being too large to comfortably be taken in my mind (straight out of porn, of course. Thanks Mandingo and Shane Diesel) and thusly causing her to struggle. This fantasy would be realized for roughly 2 minutes out of 30 or 40 that we will perform intercourse. After the 2-minute window would elapse will basically be thrusting into warm oatmeal. This became intolerable over time and I’m unsure if the sex was really bad or I just wanted more friction that she physically couldn’t have provided. I suspect the sex was subpar as none after that was quite to such a low level but with this being said we were both basically virgins. She had penetrative intercourse exactly one time before meeting me, which made her so much more experienced obviously. I did end up with a complex over this as he was thicker than I was, to the size of a small V8 can or toilet paper roll but I was longer than he was. Additionally, the struggling that she would do for me indicated my length was the problem. She actually banned me from missionary before the relationship ended because I went too deep. An ego stroke I savored a long time.
After that, I would go to partners like toilet paper. Fishing for compliments, trying to gather size data informally, all the hallmarks of somebody with no confidence. Because I was looking for the fantasy of being "too big" for her. Making her struggle. I found vindication from time to time with increasing frequency as I got bigger. As an aside, a trend I noticed during my growth pattern was that I was the longest most of my partners had experienced up until my girth reached around 5.6 mid shaft. At that time despite being in the low 8-inch range in length I would get more comments on girth then length. A few I would have been the biggest that they had in any context but it became girth period around 2 years ago or so.
Where does that leave me now? What does this mean for my goals and my journey?
Nowhere. Exactly nowhere.
When you are obsessed about something and you fish for compliments you end up realizing something. No one else really cares. All of the comments and compliments may have been legitimate but, because I had fished for them, they were worthless. Absolutely worthless.
This pushed me to find a way to force them to recognize the value of my size. I have never been a fan of rough sex but I had to learn. This was the only way I would get actual vindication, recognition, an actual reaction that I had not prompted. Over the years up until this point I have flirted with some sex that had left them too sore to continue or with them bleeding. Those things were incidental. However, those things were the events that actually got the most heartfelt remarks from any of them. The correlation between the two things was drawn and so I went on a mission to make them feel it more than I ever had.
This was arguably the darkest time in my sexual life. I was at my most selfish, least considerate and truly unable to understand how destructive a mentality like this actually was. I fully intended on using my penis like a weapon. And I did. This was how I would find what I was looking for. And it worked. I had created a cock that in fact was a wrecking ball upon the pussies I found. Some bled. All were vocal. Every single one struggled. As I got bigger I liked the idea of stretching out a woman more than she ever had been, of ruining her for other men. I was finally wrapped in and almost living out my fantasy completely. But something was missing. These women were of poor character, promiscuous and had no regard for me as a person as I am still a more than decent guy outside the bedroom.
Then I met my ex. Her and I parted ways amiably and the sex was great. She was completely okay with basically being a sexual punching bag and we fit together tight enough then she struggled pretty much all the time and tore more often than not. She actually helped me reach the point that I’m at now, physically, with all of the encouragement and the legitimate ego strokes that actually helped me understand where the hell my size was versus all the things that I would fight with in the mirror and inside my head. She literally could feel when I got bigger, she would stretch more or tear sooner. After a point, less of my cock would fit in her mouth and vagina due to girth. The relationship would last 3 years off and on as she would counsel me in her own way on my validation needs while still being completely compliant as far as my sexual needs. It helps that she was masochistic enough to enjoy how I liked having sex at that time but she underlined just how selfish I was and helped me come back from that dark place to be a wonderful and considerate lover again. We parted ways earlier this year in what seems like a pretty final context. We loved each other and we found that we couldn’t be together and so we mutually parted ways. But she gave me something that I could not have found on my own. The ability to understand how far I have come from objective female perspective with the patience to actually be able to explain it and the ability with measurements to actually verify what it was that she was saying.
In that relationship I probably went from 8.25x5.5 to 8.75x5.875" over the course of the three year span. I fluctuate a lot but that was about where I started when I met her. Thanks to her encouragement I gained more than just size though. That’s the kicker. Even while I was basically destroying her vagina every time we had sex.
It is a hard road to search for validation in the vaginas of strange promiscuous women. I would wish no man such a dark path. I did things that I wouldn’t do again. That is the best way for me to describe it.
Where does that leave me now? What is this fantasy? Does it still have any bearing? Why am I still at PE?
I’ve done a lot of soul-searching to understand exactly why I’m still here. I can say that a large part of why I’m on thundersplace is to help men get to where I wanted to go and so that they don’t make these mistakes the way that I did on the way there. And I mean both in conduct and mentality then in avoiding rash and frequent PE purchases.
The two greatest facts that I have learned on this journey:
1. Validation is not found at the bottom of the vagina.
2. No amount of PE will make the confidence, soul or strength inside of you any bigger.
The answer to both of those is intrinsic. Chasing a fantasy will grant you neither.
The answer to why I still do PE is simple: I like having a big dick.
That is all that it needs to be. No complex meaning of my life or value is to be found inside my penis. That’s the secret to productive PE, a great sex life and the ability to find self-actualization.