[Mimi]

[font=times new roman]~Mimi[/size”>[/font]

[AlexG]

Its amazing how empowering a keyboard can be to nincompoops.

It's called the Troll Effect.  8)

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[randy guillotte]

Hmmm… trolls, nincompoops, scumbags… (ahem) Oh yes, how to tell your S.O. about all this… I don't figure I'd better tell her anything about this, if I want to stay on her good side ;D. On the other hand, she certainly is aware of my sthenolagnic tendencies and tolerates and loves me no less. 😉

[The Muffin man]

CWMoss,

You shouldn't drink and post at the same time, because it makes you sound like a scum bag.

Judging by the lack of slurd spech and horble typos one tends to make while drunk, I'd say he should just take the latter half of that post.

It's called the Troll Effect.

Close, it's called the Greater Internet Fuckwad theory.
Allow me to demonstrate.

[ratlaf]

This thread has gone waaaay off topic.  Please start a new thread elsewhere. Thanks!

Ratty

[GWHH]

You will not have to tell her.  When you have her working out with a trainer and feeding her a ton of food so that she will grow BIG msucle fast.  She will know-what you like!!!

[Myopic Wonder]

This has always been a troubled area for me. No matter how much the relationship means to me, I've always felt the need to keep my keen interest in growth and busty Amazons to myself. The first time I admitted them, there was a deep level of misunderstanding between me and the wonderful lady I was dating at the time. She took my interest in growth as a sign that I was unhappy with the way she looked now, and that I didn't consider her attractive. This was far from the truth; I thought she was the most beautiful woman I knew. No matter how I tried to convince her of that fact, I think she always carried a kernal of doubt thanks to my honesty. So over the course of many more relationships I kept it a very close secret.

Before the girl I'm dating now, the closest I came to admitting it was to a girl I dated for a while who loved the classic American Gladiators and had idle fantasies of being a Gladiator herself. Needless to say, I always did my very best to encourage her down that path.  😉

The very last time I admitted it was to the girl I'm currently seeing. As we lay cuddling one night, she was determined to find out what exactly turned me on. I naturally hemmed and hawed about answering her, but through persistence she finally wore me down and I started to explain it to her.

This was probably the first time the explanation went well. She asked detailed questions, determined to know more about it. I explained it to her as best I could, using cultural references like American Gladiators and She-Hulk to illustrate what I was talking about. She seemed very understanding about it, and took it all in stride. A couple weeks later, we were in the theatre watching Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and watching the scene where Naomie Harris is released from her curse and grows out of the ropes that bind her and larger than the ship she stands on. She squeezed my hand and turned to whisper, "Something like that, huh?" with a smile on her face.

"Something like that," I whispered back.

Months later, we split up. It was half a year before we'd seen or talked to each other, but eventually we started talking. At first, we spent time together just as friends, but after a while we started talking about our mutual frustrations that stemmed from being single. The next admission was one that took me by surprise.

She told me that after we had broken up, she started thinking more and more about muscle growth, and that slowly the idea of being big and strong had tied itself into what turned her on. So I introduced her to many of the fine artists that post both here and on DeviantArt. She's definitely a huge fan of Jebriodo's (Jed Dougherty) brawny but curvaceous ladies, and ScottG's renderings of his Jane character are what she points to and says "I definitely wouldn't mind being her." Now she gets a thrill out of calling me and telling me about her latest workouts, trying to excite me by telling me about how hard she's pushed herself and what sort of results she wants to reach.

Looking back, I'm exceptionally glad that she coaxed the truth out of me, and I'm glad I could help her discover her own enjoyment of FMG. I'm very glad that I found this sort of rapport with what has become the most serious relationship I've ever been in.  ;D

[cpbell0033944]

The very last time I admitted it was to the girl I'm currently seeing. As we lay cuddling one night, she was determined to find out what exactly turned me on. I naturally hemmed and hawed about answering her, but through persistence she finally wore me down and I started to explain it to her.

This was probably the first time the explanation went well. She asked detailed questions, determined to know more about it. I explained it to her as best I could, using cultural references like American Gladiators and She-Hulk to illustrate what I was talking about. She seemed very understanding about it, and took it all in stride. A couple weeks later, we were in the theatre watching Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and watching the scene where Naomie Harris is released from her curse and grows out of the ropes that bind her and larger than the ship she stands on. She squeezed my hand and turned to whisper, "Something like that, huh?" with a smile on her face.

"Something like that," I whispered back.

Months later, we split up. It was half a year before we'd seen or talked to each other, but eventually we started talking. At first, we spent time together just as friends, but after a while we started talking about our mutual frustrations that stemmed from being single. The next admission was one that took me by surprise.

She told me that after we had broken up, she started thinking more and more about muscle growth, and that slowly the idea of being big and strong had tied itself into what turned her on. So I introduced her to many of the fine artists that post both here and on DeviantArt. She's definitely a huge fan of Jebriodo's (Jed Dougherty) brawny but curvaceous ladies, and ScottG's renderings of his Jane character are what she points to and says "I definitely wouldn't mind being her." Now she gets a thrill out of calling me and telling me about her latest workouts, trying to excite me by telling me about how hard she's pushed herself and what sort of results she wants to reach.

Looking back, I'm exceptionally glad that she coaxed the truth out of me, and I'm glad I could help her discover her own enjoyment of FMG. I'm very glad that I found this sort of rapport with what has become the most serious relationship I've ever been in.  ;D

Rearrange the following into a popular phrase or saying:

"Lucky you ba****d a are!"

[ScottG]

She's definitely a huge fan of Jebriodo's (Jed Dougherty) brawny but curvaceous ladies, and ScottG's renderings of his Jane character are what she points to and says "I definitely wouldn't mind being her."

Well, I'm glad I could be of service to your relationship!  I'll be sending you my bill!  😉

Seriously, I'm glad things are going well for the both of you and I wish you the best of luck!

[Trina]

I keep wanting to reply to this thread but a combination of what Mimi said at the very begining and Myopic Wonder's decription of his experience pretty much says it all for me!

My trouble is finding a guy who's comfortable with, first of all me being fairly tall, me wearing heels, and with me being quite strong and very athletic.  Most men can't handle that in a woman.  (Not a problem on this website!)

I've found a few in my life, but of those men, not one of them so far has been accepting of me wanting to grow taller and more muscular. *sigh*  If only I had been born with those genes!

Now, before all of you proposition me, let me be clear that I'm ONLY looking for men in my day to day life and NOT here!!  I'm just adding my two cents…

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