My fetishes are Belly expansion, and Breast expansion. The actual expansion, not the resulting massive size. Through several realizations I've been forced to the conclusion that while I like expansion of BE & BR, actual large breast and belly images stop being hot after a certain arbitrary critical mass, which varies depending on the skill of the artist, and the context it's in.
I have recently come into the discovery that I detest dicks in my erotic browsings, and don't like rape, murder, or the general torment of the sexy lady I'm gawking at. Recently I've come to be heavily fond of comics, particularly ones with great story in addition to hot content, and especially those with humor, which led to the cementing of this suspicion I've had for a while. After about the second full blown daydream fantasy rewrite of a hentai with rape in it filling myself in as the slaughterer of the rapist, it begins to sink in that possibly I don't actually like rape, and have simply tried to accept it as the most efficient means to an end for a fetish. Intregeingly enough I've not ever put enthusiasm into any scenario creation where I superimpose myself as Hero or a position to have the damsel in trauma try to like me, the deepest details are added around my position as either liberator, simply abolishing the state of affairs victimizing the lady, or assassin, vengeful retribution upon the depraved offender. The second position is obviously my own traits, but the former is primarily born of my incapacity to see such a role or ideal as anything more than token, especially the way it's naturally 'assumed' unobtrusively that the traumatic event either completely, or effectively completely, rewrites the life of the victimized. A certain degree is understandable yes, but the complete erasure of previous likes, dislikes, and dreams or goals? That becomes more and more so, not only token, but irritating with each iteration that I encounter of it.