[spanky (aka Lola)]

I am another person who plays the ping pong game, stopping and starting, on and off, sure and unsure.  Results do seem to cumulate, and there is a wonderful elation that comes from the excitement and sensations of resumption.  Indeed, I think that my motivation in resuming is as much for the mental and sensory effect as for achieving growth.  I miss these aspects soon after stopping, and an awareness sets in that it is only a matter of time until I resume.

The whole question of a "point of no return" is interesting.  Is there really any such thing?  Of course, there may be a point where breasts grow large enough that they cannot be concealed.  I have gone through some mental gymnastics thinking that I just wanted to get right up to that line and then stop.  However, that line keeps moving, or I keep redefining it.  Or I go through periods where I say "screw it, I'm in!"  Which of course is followed by an "Oh f!&**: moment of panic.

Family life is as yet unaffected in any obvious way.  Still love my wife and kids, and they seem to love me.  I sometimes wish my wife were more into my changes, but at least she is tolerant.  I think maybe it is just something that does not compute for her.  I can understand that and try to tame my own desire that she be an active partner in this part of my life.