Georgina and I first met at University but for the first couple of years we barely spoke to each other and I only knew her by her surname. Indeed, it wasn't until our final year when our courses merged that I learned that she preferred to be known as Gina, so that's what I called her from thereon in.
I had admired her from afar so was delighted when our tutor had randomly chosen me (a shy boy) to work together with her on a final project as that meant I no longer needed to keep my admiration and lewd thoughts about Gina to myself. (She later confessed that she had been keeping a similar eye on me over our freshman years and had been disappointed that I had never made any approaches toward her.) So it was on the pretense of working together that we fell into a pleasant routine of late nights in the library followed by relaxing over a drink at the local pub before going our separate ways to bed. Our mutual attraction soon increased, and we got along together very well, so much so that by the end of the first week she thought maybe it would be a good idea to dispense with going to the pub rather go to her student digs instead where we could work without interruptions. I found myself in complete agreement as I took my studies very seriously!
Our project was finished in a fortnight, but we managed to find other reasons to keep seeing each other during the rest of the term and our mutual affection blossomed into romance. It was obvious that we were meant to be with each other and so it proved. After graduation, we both found employment with reputable companies in the same city and there was no discussion that we should find ourselves a rented apartment where we could live together as man and wife.
For me, life couldn’t have turned out better. I had a good job, as a customer-facing consultant, earning good money and I was living in a desirable part of town surrounded by nice neighbors; I had a beautiful, smart ‘wife’ who loved me (although she had a bit of a dominating nature)and she shared my passions and loved my big cock, what more could I wish for?
Well, there was one thing. I remember lying in bed one morning, reflecting on my good fortune, idly stroking my fat cock under the covers while watching Gina get ready for work. She didn't seem to mind me staring, as she zipped up her pencil skirt. I could feel my penis stiffening in my hand as she buttoned her white blouse, lifting her pale arms to expertly flip her blond hair over the collar, briefly showing a flash of white skin at her waist. Through her open shirt sleeve, I caught a glimpse of the neat curve of her armpit and the slight swelling of her breast…
… and that’s when I say, could I wish for anything more, for the ‘slight swelling’ was due to her breasts being not very big.
I had always since the onset of puberty had a breast fetish and my fantasies whenever I looked at the underwear pages in my mother’s mail-order catalogs were always fixated on brassieres, the bigger the better. (I never did get caught out by my mother or questioned as to why some of those pages were inexplicably stuck together!) Anyway, as I say, it would have been nicer if Gina had been better endowed so that maybe my fantasies could have been made real.
So, as I lay in bed that morning, watching my ‘hot wife’ I consoled myself that she made up for the lack of chest inches by never refusing to satisfy my other desires and I reminded myself how lucky I was to have such an enthusiastic ‘fuck buddy’, and tried to steer my thoughts away from the one little imperfection in my otherwise perfect partner.
But the human mind is an unkind thing. The more I tried not to think about it, the more it consumed my thoughts. I reasoned with myself constantly, that she had nice breasts, even if they weren't all that big; that she was great in bed, and, wow, could there be a nicer hairy pussy for me to push my ever-rampant cock into?
I had harbored thoughts about suggestions that some women get a second growth spurt in their twenties, maybe she might still grow a bit? Then I wondered about implants. They're not as nice as the natural ones, but better than nothing, cost aside, could I find the courage to suggest such a thing without seeming shallow and selfish?
That question was quickly answered when we were watching some crass reality show on TV one evening and one of the ‘celebrities’, who was a similar height to Gina, clearly had enhanced her appearance by having had implants. I thought she looked magnificent and I casually mentioned that she didn't look at all bad and how they ‘suited her body type quite well’ and ‘isn't it amazing what surgeons can do, these days?’
Gina knowing that I had this 'thing' about breasts and was quick to recognize where I was going and she sighed theatrically, rolled her eyes, and laughed, "You must be joking, I can’t think of anything worse than having lumps of squishy lumps of silicon stuffed into my chest and then having to go and shop for a new wardrobe to wear, you can forget about that."
That tactic wasn’t going to work, and I had to accept that this was one thing I could not change, and my big tit fetish was going to have to be continued to be served by the internet.
Fast forward to the following summer when one lunchtime I found myself taking a stroll from my office in the city to the nearby ‘Chinatown’ area and browsing the menus of the restaurants and the displays of other business establishments. I found it all rather fascinating, not least by the displays in the windows of the various adult stores that proliferate the area. I was particularly intrigued by a place that claimed to be an Oriental pharmacy with its big jars full of mysterious roots, dried seahorses, and pickled snakes in the windows. What particularly caught my attention were the collections of dildoes and other items of dubious provenance on display which suggested that it wasn't just Chinese medicine on offer. However, I was even more intrigued was a sign written in big red letters which displayed a smirking lady with large breasts saying in a speech bubble, ‘Make More Womanly with Emperor Tian Powder’ suggesting that the powder was in some way responsible for her magnificent proportions. My kind of woman and without a second thought, I found myself walking into the shop where once my eyes had become accustomed to the gloomy interior I saw a tiny old man with thick glasses who was stacking boxes with quick efficient movements behind the counter. He gave me barely a glance and greeted me briskly without pausing in his work, “What you want?”
"I saw the sign on your window .. the one with red letters … the picture of the lady ..." I mumbled embarrassingly.
The old man gave me a shrewd squint, “Yeah, but what do you want?”
“I want to know what does it do?”
He reached under the counter and pulled out a small metal tin and placed it on the counter.
"This makes somebody more of a woman. Bigger breasts, more love in woman parts. Make a person become much more woman. Become very sexy."
I picked up the tin and read the label, which had been written by someone whose first language was not English, it said ‘Emperor Tian Lady Powder. Use lightly, massage on the skin, one time only.’
I suspected that it must be a joke item, a worthless product despite what it said on the tin but with Gina's birthday coming up I figured it would provide a laugh when she opened her presents to go along with the lovely watch I'd already picked out. I mused, maybe she would even go along with the joke and try the stuff out and, who knows, maybe it might work! No harm in hoping, anyway.
The old man didn’t share my suggestion that this was some kind of joke. Indeed, he was offended that I should have such thoughts and showed his displeasure at my sense of humor by asking that if I wanted to purchase the tin I paid him an exorbitant sum, in cash. I was so embarrassed by my show of bad manners that although the price was high, I quickly paid up. He scooped the money from the counter and in an instant, my money was in his apron pocket, and he disappeared leaving me to pick up the tin and conceal it in my pocket. My lunch hour was finished, and it was time for me to get back to the office to finish my workday.
My commute home was shorter than Gina's, so as usual, I was home before her in the evening. I used the time to have a closer look at Emperor Tian's Powder and so I pried open the lid of the tin and looked inside. To my surprise It was nearly empty, containing a little less than a teaspoonful of pale powder at the bottom and my first thought was that it was indeed a joke and I had been well and truly caught out. Then a thought came to me that if the label was to be believed and that the powder was supposed to be rubbed onto a woman's body that it would not harm her if I used it on Gina without her even noticing!
It was a sneaky idea, and I knew I should be ashamed, but it was worth a try if only to find out if this stuff would even do anything. Most probably ‘Emperor Tian's Powder’ was nothing other than talcum but I would at least get some pleasure from sneakily rubbing it on her tits without her knowledge. Just thinking about my plan, my fantasy, had given me a hard-on (the uncomfortable kind, where your stiff cock is caught up in your underwear, poking down one trouser leg). I went up to our bedroom and slipped the tin under my pillow.
Supper was pleasant and afterward, we sat together on the couch, sharing gossip about our workdays over a glass of wine and just generally chilling out. I didn't make any mention of my lunchtime shopping expedition. After watching some TV, I excused myself and said I was going up to bed to read for a while before sleeping. Gina took the hint and soon followed to shower, remove her makeup and come and join me in bed. My mention of reading was all a bit of a joke between us, we both knew that once the lights went out we would usually have sex and this night was no exception. We were young and, if she was in the mood, we had sex about four nights a week out of seven; this was to be one of those nights.
This night I deviated from the norm of having a few kisses before getting on top of her the moment she got into bed. This time I planned to do things differently and extend any foreplay to ensure that the 'medicine' was properly applied. I waited until I heard When I heard the shower door click open I knew exactly how long she would take to pat herself dry before slipping into her nightshirt and coming to join me in bed, I waited the appropriate time before pulling out the little metal jar from under my pillow. I carefully unscrewed the lid and shook out its contents into the palm of my left hand, closed my fist over it and then I put the empty tin into the drawer of my bedside table. As she came through the door I casually picked up my book in my right hand, and waited innocently.
My timing was perfect. On cue, Gina emerged from the bathroom and slipped into bed beside me. Luckily, she was in the mood, and without a word, she took the book from my hand before leaning over to kiss me. As we kissed, I slipped my left hand under her nightshirt, and she moaned her approval as I began caressing her soft little boobs most lovingly. She did not seem to notice the very small amount of powder that I was rubbing into her little mounds, brushing over her stiff nipples, and dusting the slight depression of her chest of what would have been a cleavage had she had tits. Satisfied that I had effectively covered her with the last traces of the powder on my fingers, I let my left hand wander down to the moist bushy cunt and placed my fingers between her thighs, and rubbed between the plump lips of her vulva so that any last traces of powder might find a home there. Satisfied my work was done I then grasped my long, thick cock and pushed it between those soft lips and we both sighed with pleasure.
That night, our sex seemed a little more exciting than usual, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I was not the least bit surprised to see absolutely no change in the size of her chest. Emperor Tian had given no hint as to how long it would be before his potion would make a difference and I had already convinced myself that the whole thing was indeed a joke. No matter, at least he had given me a bit of harmless titillation and my mental game had added a little spice to our sex life and that could only be a good thing in itself was my thinking
I was in high spirits as I rode the bus home in the evening and I was even more pleased to find that Gina had arrived a little before me and was hanging her coat on the hall coat rack. My pleasure was a little dampened when I noted she seemed a little bit down
"I left work early," she said. "I was feeling a little weird. I think my period is coming early."
She turned toward me, and I saw that she did indeed look a little flushed. I reached out to put my hand on her forehead and happened to glance down and noticed something a bit odd about the way her shirt was hanging. I had to suppress a gasp when I realized what I was seeing, there had been a small, but unmistakable, ‘enhancement’ to her bust line.
She caught me staring. "Yeah, don’t ask, I reckon I must be retaining water or something."
The thought that it might be due to the powder doing what it ‘says on the tin’ made my cock stir and begin to stiffen. I was both confused and elated; could it be, has the powder caused this? I did the only thing that come to mind, I changed the subject and mumbled something about getting supper started, but before I could make a move she reached out impulsively and cupped her hand over my half-hard penis. I was startled by her forwardness, but not displeased.
Completely out of character she then said, " You know, I might be getting my period but that doesn't mean that I don't want this thing in me …." She gave the stiffening shaft of my cock a squeeze through the fabric of my trousers, "… I've never properly appreciated the size of this thing. Don’t let us worry about the period … I don't know what's got into me, I've been thinking about this all day." She laughed lightly, pulling me over to the couch, and unbuckling my belt with her free hand.
I thought back to the placard in the shop window and the claim of ' Make More Womanly ' and I silently thanked Emperor Tian as I drove my thickness into her wet cunt. We forgot about supper and made love three times that evening, a record for us, before falling into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to sounds of dismay from across the room. Gina was standing in front of the mirror in her panties, fumbling with the straps to a black underwired bra. Three other bras were on the floor at her feet. I asked her if she was having a problem.
"This is crazy, it's like all my bras have shrunk in the wash. This is my biggest one that I bought by mistake, it's a 34C, and even this doesn't fit!"
She turned to show me, and it was true, her breasts were bulging over the fringe top and there was no doubt they were also pushing out beneath the bottoms of the cups.
"They hurt, too. I'm calling in sick to tell them that I'm going to be late; that I have an appointment with my doctor. I just hope that I can get an appointment, I need to find out what's wrong with me."
I did my best to hide my delight with 'what was wrong' and faking sympathy I agreed that she should go the surgery. I offered to go with her but she declined and said she would go on her own but promised to call me at work if there were any problems.
Then, completely out of character, I noticed her staring, with an odd fixed look, at the big bulge in my boxers. She let go of the bra, turned back to face the mirror, slipped her panties down, and gave me a provocative wink. The next thing I knew was to be stuffing my cock into her from behind, gently cupping her newly formed big, tender tits in my hands.
There was no word from her all day, so I assumed everything was OK and on the bus ride home, all I could think about was that I would soon be home alone with my new sexed-up, C-cup wife; that she'd probably tear off my clothes even before the door shut behind me. I was soon to be disappointed.
I found Gina at the kitchen counter, staring down while methodically chopping up vegetables. She did not look up to meet my gaze when I asked her how she had gotten on at the doctor's. In truth, I wasn't too interested in her answer for I could see that matters had moved on and that her day had bought on further changes. She was wearing one of my loose cotton tee shirts and a pair of jogging shorts. The tee shirt ordinarily would have been to large but not now, her boobs were simply enormous and her nipples could be seen pushing against the fabric. There was doubt that she'd been growing all day and the sight took my breath away, she was stacked.
She looked up and tearfully asked, "So, I'm guessing you're happy?"
I was taken aback and fumbled for an appropriate reply. "I'm not sure what you mean... um, what did the doctor say?"
"He had no idea what is causing this ... he said it's not something he's come across before but was aware it's something that might happen on rare occasions, even in fully grown women; a hormone imbalance. He said that I might need to have some tests taken … that nature can be so unpredictable …"
Her voice trailed off and had I been taking more attention I should have noticed a sadness and maybe a tinge of bitterness but I was fixated on looking at those magnificent tits bulging and blossoming against the borrowed tee shirt.
"I stopped on the way home and tried to find some new bras. I picked up a 34F but even that doesn't seem right, who knows if I've even stopped growing? None of my clothes fit, I can't go out like this; my breasts bounce when I walk, everyone will stare at me and now my back is starting to hurt. I feel like I'm some fucking bimbo in a porno movie. It's horrible."
I couldn't dispute her analysis and I was in complete agreement that she did look like some desirable porno star but I didn't tell her that. I was wise enough to see that she was visibly upset and that she was working up to tears. I did the only thing I knew that would calm the situation, I stepped forward to 'comfort' her, to let her feel my trusty penis tightening in my trouser leg.
I was unprepared for what happened next. She put the knife down and took a quick step back to evade my hug. Then she pulled something from the pocket of her shorts and held it up for me to see.
It was the empty tin of Emperor Tian's Powder.
"You self-centered prick!" she hissed. She cupped her free under one heavy breast and shook which caused her newly developed cleavage to wobble and sway appealingly (or so I thought). "What the hell have you done? How could you do this, what is it, some kind of fucking hormone? Do you even know what this stuff is?"
Oh dear, not the reaction I was hoping for. and certainly, I didn't want to hear what she said next, "Well, I hope you like what you're looking at because you're never touching me again."
She turned and left the room. When she was halfway up the stairs, she stopped and said flatly, "There are clean sheets on the bed in the spare room. If you so much as a knock on my bedroom door I'll call the police."
And with that, she slammed the bedroom door leaving me alone with my guilt … and a throbbing hard-on.
For the next three days, she hardly left the bedroom, appearing only when she needed to eat, and then to sit quietly by herself at the kitchen table. She took great care to avoid getting anywhere near me and as she had taken to wearing an oversize, shapeless housecoat, I could not tell whether her shape had developed more/worsened/improved, depending on one's point of view.
For my part, I tried to carry on as normal. I went to work every day, did my job without any great enthusiasm, and at the end of the day, I returned to a quiet house filled with Gina's angry silence knowing that I was unlikely to be given the chance of being forgiven.
The strangest thing about this situation was the irony. For it seemed that as soon as I got through the front door knowing that she was somewhere in the house with those beautiful big tits but also knowing there was no possibility of us having sex was that I was instantly horny. I just couldn't explain it, as soon as I would get home, I would think about her tits and then be stricken by an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom to have a wank to relieve myself. It got worse, ten minutes later I'd be horny again and would have to return to the bathroom. I just couldn't leave my cock alone, I seemed to be spending most of my free time thinking about her tits and wanking!
It was on the fourth day when I returned from work that I had to maneuver myself around a heap of packages in the hallway and then find there was no room to sit down as some bags had been tossed in a pile on the living room couch. At first, I thought that it was evidence of Gina moving out but when I looked at the boxes and bags more closely I was to see the names of women's clothing stores or Amazon wrappings. Gina, it seemed, had gone shopping mad and bought herself a whole new wardrobe. I took this as a valuable sign that she was beginning to adjust to her new circumstances. That evening, I did not see her at all, so I just sat alone on the couch not actually watching TV or, when that itch overwhelmed me, going to the bathroom.
The next morning, as I was getting my breakfast together, she suddenly walked into the kitchen dressed, beautifully made up, apparently on her way to work for the first time in days. She pointedly ignored me but gave me every opportunity to admire her dress sense. She had chosen to dress in a professional style but there was no doubt that in the process had selected clothes that showed off her new curves, almost as if she had decided to be proud of the body she now possessed.
Her red tailored skirt accentuated the contours of her ripe rear end and slim waist; above she wore a filmy white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of the skirt which showed off both her slender build and her now generous bosom. She had left the blouse unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hitherto unseen cleavage. She looked incredible and my cock leapt up to express its approval.
If she noted my reaction, the sudden stiffness inside my boxers, then it could only have been the smirk on her face when she glanced my way, however, she said nothing but just carried on with her preparations for work as if I were not even in the same room. She took a final look around the kitchen, picked up her bag, and without a word left the house to go and, presumably, catch her bus to work.
I did the only thing that had been on my mind from the moment I had seen her, I dropped my boxers and with the vision of that cleavage in my head, I had the most glorious wank right there in the kitchen.
As nice as it had been jerking myself to an explosive ejaculation, that morning marked the beginning of my slide down a slope of misery and humiliation. Not so for her, it was the start of her showing me a new side to her, one that was clearly based on exacting some kind of revenge for what she had assumed, quite rightly, my part in causing the changes to her body.
From that day on, she would repeat her performance of dressing in front of me in the most painfully provocative way, taunting me with her unavailability. It was excruciating, just the sight of her caused me to have a throbbing erection but at the same time, frustrated beyond measure, made worse by her continued silence and animosity toward me which guaranteed I kept my distance. Every day thereafter it was the same routine and as soon as she left the house leaving me alone, I would jerk off compulsively, running images of her through my mind, trying to satisfy my constant erections with little success.
So it continued for several weeks, Gina seemingly becoming sexier and more self-confident as she strutted around in front of me On the positive side it was good to see, and also, she had begun talking to me again but only in the most matter-of-fact fashion, of mundane day-to-day matters. There was never any hints or references to our previous 'Elephant-in-the Room situation' intimate conversations being broached but I was pleased that at least she was being civil toward me.
On the downside, she started working late, and occasionally went out in the evenings without telling me where she was going. When she was at home she would often retreat to her bedroom after supper ('her' bedroom, still not 'ours') and through her bedroom door I would overhear her chatting merrily with someone. It was never loud enough for me to make out what she was saying but clearly from the laughter that punctuated the conversation, she was having fun. That hurt to know that she was sharing intimacies with others but not with me and it made my physical longing for her become even more painful which was evidenced by whenever we were in the house together that my cock was in a permanent state of arousal, I felt like a walking erection!
Meanwhile, as she was brimming over with this new vitality, I was feeling increasingly weak and tired. I also checked my weight and was alarmed to see that I had lost quite a few pounds and, it wasn't my imagination that my clothes felt loose and baggy.
Then there was the other thing. I had been taking a piss at work and, as I was wont to do, I took a glance at the guy standing at the urinal next to me who was shaking the last drops from his penis. Ordinarily I would feel a little smug, proud even, for my own cock was a thing of joy and beauty in comparison to other guys but when I saw his thick manly shaft with bushy black tufts of hair at its root and the big leathery balls I was suddenly made aware that in comparison I seemed to have shrunk.
When I got home that day, I went straight to my toolbox and found a measuring tape. I did not have worry about getting an erection as my continued obsession of Gina and her tits ensured I was in an almost perpetual state of arousal. I pulled the metal tape out and measured the length of my rock-hard cock, and read the numbers with disbelief. Normally, I would have expected to see a figure of just a little under eight inches and pleasingly fat, not so this time; I measured and remeasured, no doubt of it, it was almost two inches shorter! I wasn't able to wrap the metal tape around my cock to measure the girth but when I inspected closely I could see I had become alarmingly slender as well. My prick looked to be about the size it had been all those years ago when puberty had kicked in and I had discovered the joys of wanking. I was appalled.
I had no idea what could have caused such a dramatic change. Other than feeling a bit weaker and fatigued there were no other symptoms that suggested I was ill or sickening. For sure, since administering the powder to my previously loving partner I had been masturbating more often than what might be considered 'normal' but I had never before thought that wanking and shooting off was anything but a healthy thing to do, so it couldn't be that, could it?
Maybe Gina, having figured out that she had been 'dosed' with something, had decided to take some sort of revenge on the person she suspected of doing it … aka, me. Had she likewise located a Oriental Medicine man and was sprinkling something in my coffee cup or spicing up the food she occasionally prepared causing me to shrink?
With that thought in mind from then on I stopped eating at home and I also became obsessed with measuring my cock, checking it constantly through the day. As the days went by, the results continued to be bad and soon I was recording a boyish looking dicklet that was under 4 inches long. The crazy thing was though, I was always horny and I constantly masturbated just like a twelve-year-old who had just learned how. It took next to nothing to set me off, I'd catch sight of Gina - or simply think about her for a few seconds - and my little prick would spring up again and I would have to stroke myself to another orgasm …. and repeat!.
It was the following week after my discovery that matters took a totally different turn. I was at work when I realised that in my rush to get the bus (I had overslept) I had left my house keys at home. Not knowing of Gina's schedule or her intentions of coming home that day, I called her at her office to check so that I could fall in with whatever time that might be. Her number was answered by a strange voice and when I asked to speak with her it was to be told, "Oh Gina, she quit a couple of months ago. She doesn't work here anymore".
I was shocked, she had never mentioned or given any hints that she had changed her job. She clearly must be employed for she went out of the house each day without fail, albeit I had noticed that her timekeeping was a bit more flexible. There certainly there hadn't been any let up with her new passion for buying new clothes (of the most provocative fashion, I noted). Hmm, all very strange, I had to find out how and why she was doing this to me.
It was two weekends later that I had my opportunity. It was a Saturday morning, Gina was still not talking to me as far as proper conversations were concerned but her anger seemed to have evaporated. Indeed, that morning she seemed positively cheerful, flouncing around the house in her panties and bra, paying me no mind at all. I suspected this performance of flaunting of her body was her way of punishing me but if this was the case, she no longer seemed vindictive about it and I certainly had no complaints although it seemed as if I had become, in her eyes, something sexually unimportant, like a female roommate. I sat on the couch and followed her progress around the house and, as ever, in her presence I had an unrelenting stiffness tenting my boxers. True to form, if she noticed, she gave no sign of it.
She finished dressing and I had to compliment her that she was breathtaking sight in her tight T-shirt, short denim skirt and knee-length boots (what I didn't add was that she looked a complete slut!). She gave me a sarcastic 'thank you and you needn't bother to wait up, I'll be late' response and left the house.
I had no idea where she might be spending her day but I was pleased to think that she would not be returning for the next couple of hours at least which meant I would have time to search her room ('our' old bedroom) for clues or evidence of what I suspected could be causing my predicament.
I started by looking in the waste paper basket for empty bottles or packages, but found nothing so went into the en-suite bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet, again, nothing found. I went back into the bedroom and turned my attention to her bedside table where other than a new vibrator there was nothing of any particular interest (although I did take time to sniff and give the thing a lick!) Finally, I opened the top drawer of her dresser, her underwear drawer, and I was excited to find at least a dozen neatly folded underwired bras in a whole bouquet of pretty colours. The cups looked immense. I pulled one out, and read the label on the strap: 38DD, wow!.
As I put it back, I noticed something else. At the back of the drawer was the old video camera that we had bought a few years back with the intention of using to record the exotic holidays that we had never gotten around to taking. I had quite forgotten all about it. Curious, I picked it up, flipped out the preview screen, switched it on and was bemused when it instantly came to life; my expectation was that it would be dead given it had been unused and out of action for so long.
The picture wobbled and then stabilised as if the camera had been set down on a table and I found myself looking at what appeared to be a hotel room, not one that I recognised from the one holiday that we did take. After a few seconds, a figure moved into view (I guessed it was whoever had set the camera down). It was a skinny young man in blue jeans, his shirt off showing off his narrow back as he walked toward the bed. I watched as he pulled the pillows out from under the bed-cover before wandering off out of sight. A few seconds later, another figure walked into the frame, a naked woman, with a slim waist, a firm rounded rear end and extremely large and natural-looking breasts.
It was Gina.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I realised what I was watching and what was about to happen but as disconsolate as I felt I could feel my stiff little cock straining against the fabric of my pants, hard as the dildo that I had just seen in her nightstand drawer.
On screen, Gina turned and smirked toward the camera, which allowed me to see the neat little triangle of her pubic hair which she had obviously trimmed since the last time I had been allowed to see her pussy. She leaned forward to adjust the pillows, and her breasts swung out slightly, swaying heavily as she climbed up on the bed and looked expectantly across the room. On cue, the skinny young man came back into the picture. He had stripped off so that he was naked just like Gina and I watched his skinny, narrow, tightly muscled ass as he clambered onto the bed. I failed to see the attraction, he was so skinny was but then he turned around I could see what had attracted her to him; his cock was simply huge, longer even than mine had been in my better days, and about as thick and veiny as his skinny wrists. I watched him climb up onto the bed next to my beautiful girl, and then crawl right on top of her, expertly pushing his stiff shaft into her hair-fringed cunt. He began pumping up and down, and the way the camera was set up, I could see his swinging balls, almost hairless but heavy with sperm, slapping against my lovely girl. From the tiny speakers in the camera I heard Gina's moans of pleasure.
At this point, my state of arousal got the better of me, I couldn't help myself. I set the camera down on top of the dresser and pushed down and stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My cock although rock hard seemed smaller than ever, not much longer or thicker than my thumb. There was not sufficient 'meat' for me to wrap my fist around so I took it between thumb and forefinger and began moving them up and down in time with guy on the screen rhythmically fucking the slut on the bed. The scene changed and showed Gina on all fours, now, with her tits swinging in-phase while the unpleasant looking young man pumped his long fat cock in and out of her sloppy cunt.
I was so intently focused on the scene that I did not hear the bedroom door opening behind me or the sound of Gina's footsteps. I don't know how long she had been standing behind me, watching me rub my tiny cock to the sight of her betrayal but when she did finally speak, I whirled about, stifled a sob and, absurdly covered my erect penis which was so small that every bit of it could be concealed with one hand, under my palm.
"And what do you think you're doing in my room?"
Her voice was calm, not angry at all, but before I could think of an answer, she walked right up to me, grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away, leaving me fully exposed with my tiny cock bobbing foolishly up and down.
"Hmm, I can see what you're doing … well, isn't that something," she said with a distinct note of amusement in her voice."
She reached out and before I could stop her gathered my little cock in her hand and gave it a little squeeze. I felt her cool fingers close around it, and despite myself and my acute embarrassment, sighed with pleasure, as my penis disappeared completely inside her girlish fist. She moved her hand up and down a few times, quickly, and then as she heard my groan of pleasure she pulled it away from my penis, just as my orgasm spurted. However, it was hardly a spurt. One little drop of spunk popped out and dribbled and fell to the carpet like a small, glistening pearl.
Now her smile turned into suppressed laughter as she put her hand over mouth and said, "Wow, that was impressive … not … my little man. Not what I'd call the money shot!"
I had no answer, no response, I was crushed by a combination of shame and self-disgust. I avoided her withering gaze and picked up my discarded clothes and held them against my dribbling dicklet, hoping to hide the source of my embarrassment from further comment or criticism.
She chose not to mention it other than saying, "You seem to have enjoyed the home movie. I wondered if you might find it one day. I never thought that when you bought the camera that it would come in useful. I suppose I ought to be thanking you for that."
Still I said nothing. She continued, "And just so you know, his name is George … that's funny, isn't it, George and Georgina, and he's older than he looks. In fact he graduated a few years ago from the same Uni as us and, also I guess you should know, I'm carrying his baby …."
She was looking at me with almost gleefully, gently caressing her belly. Now that she had drawn my attention to it, I could see that below those magnificent breasts her tummy did appear to be a little swollen, that seemingly she was indeed pregnant and just starting to show.
She went on. "… and I don't want you to worry; he's said he's going to make an honest woman of me and we're going to get married which means he's going to live here. Of course … that doesn't mean you have to move out. I don't mind at all if you stick around."
That was very generous of her I thought given up to then I had been paying half the rent!
She brightened suddenly, as if remembering something, "Oh, I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful for all you've done, I've bought you a thank-you present."
Gina left the room for a moment, and came back holding a small paper bag which I recognised having the logo of the lingerie shop I knew that she had been frequenting (I knew because the same logo was on the labels of some of the underwear that I had been recently fondling in the drawer where I had found the camera). She opened and pulled out a rather pretty lavender coloured bra, very much like one of those in her drawer but clearly, several sizes smaller. She handed to me and, I looked at it, confused.
"You really are so stupid, aren't you? Did you think that I wasn't going to figure out what has been going on, why my breasts have grown like they have, you pathetic little wanker. Don't tell me you don't know? I figured it out weeks ago."
I was lost for words. How could she have known or even suspected my involvement.
She sighed loudly, "Well, you've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, have you? That powder you put on me ... didn't it occur to you to wear gloves when you were pawing at my tits in bed all those months ago?"
What the hell was she talking about? (Don't answer that, clearly she knew exactly what she was saying).
She paused briefly to gauge my reaction which only achieved confirmation of my ignorance. "I thought so," she said, nodding. "You shouldn't have left that tin laying around after you finished with it, it had the address of the shop where you bought it. I went there to find out what the hell the stuff was but the guy in the shop would only say that it was very good, that it makes people more 'womanly'. When I asked him what that meant he said something about, that goes for men as well as women. He said it was ancient Chinese medicine that the emperors used to have his concubines take to make them more sexy and it was also used to turn his male servants into proper Eunuchs, that it changed them from men in women. He said any man who touched this stuff would have his dick shrink away to nothing and he, or rather, 'she' would develop a fine pair of tits of her own. I believe, if my guess is correct, you had that stuff all over your bare hands, and then when we had sex you probably rubbed it into your big fat dick as well. You most probably got as much on yourself as me and, serves you right for being such a complete prat!"
From the expression on my face, she didn't need me to confirm that her guess was correct, she was right on the money.
"It's taken me a while to come to terms with what has happened but, you know what, I'm not mad at you anymore. In fact, it's been the best thing ever and I've decided to show my gratitude by buying you this." She handed over the lavender lacey bra to my outstretched hands, and added, " …. seeing how it's only a matter of time until you'll need to be putting that on."
It was nearly a month before the bra fitted properly and soon after I was having to go shopping with Gina so that I could buy other ones together with other items of ladies underwear; they felt so much more comfortable than men's stuff. By this time I was only a C-cup but even so it had become a little uncomfortable not to have one on and have my tits jiggling all over the place.
Other changes had taken place and the Chinese powder must have been some kind of powerful stuff for my poor cock had shrunk away to nearly nothing. By then it was no more than a big clit, and though it still got hard and kind of twitched when Gina was around, I found that by stroking it gently I could reach nine or ten times orgasms in a row. I was perpetually horny but I was quite impressed by my ability to do that and this was some compensation for my other losses.
Then there was the other thing, I had found that having slimmed down quite a lot that some of Gina's skirts and dresses fitted me quite well. I certainly enjoyed the feel of her nylons on my legs when the weather had turned cooler and I needed something to wear on my feet other than socks!
I had to quit my job; it had become just too difficult to try and explain away to my work colleagues and clients the reasons or cause of the changes in my appearance. Indeed, it was a relief to get away as the jibes and comments made behind my back really were quite hurtful. I mean it wasn't my fault that things had turned out this way, was it?
Gina was quite good about me becoming unemployed (or was it that I was unemployable?!) and the fact that as I no longer had a salary would mean I couldn't contribute to paying the bills. She was quite sweet and said that as a consequence of her commitment to George that she no longer had to worry about money. However, if I was to stay that it was on the understanding that I made myself useful around the house, indeed, that she expected me to be some kind of de facto housekeeper, cook and bottle washer to the pair of them. I was extremely grateful to be given this opportunity as I really didn't have any other options available to me in my present condition and I'm sure that Gina can use the help, she's absolutely enormous these days, and those swollen breasts of hers are already producing milk. I'm not sure how much longer she'll be able to keep going to her job.
George actually moved in three month ago and once I got to know him he became good company. I discovered that his line of business is in 'the media' or, more specifically, 'adult film production' and apparently, despite his relative youth (relative to me, that is) he is very successful with no lack of money to take care of Gina (and me, ha, ha). Already Gina has featured in his films and he's jokingly thanked me for 'making her the star' she has become.
He's very proud that he's going to be a father and loves to run his skinny hands over Gina's big belly as he fucks her from behind (I'm allowed to watch). He tells me that he has some ideas of her shooting a couple of movies before she gives birth. He says that there is quite a demand for titles under that particular interest; fancy that.
I'm a little ashamed to say that her belly is not the only thing that George loves to run his hands over. When Gina is out of the house he sometimes runs his hands over me, stroking my soft breasts, plump hips and my swollen balls. I know that it's wrong and should resist but there is something so deliciously naughty in feeling his hands stroking my clitty and balls that I don't resist as hard as you might expect. One time he even managed to push his stiff cock inside my foreskin and I felt him cum which instantly caused me to follow suit. He says that he is thinking of making a film that shows him doing this and that if Gina has no objections he might let me star in it. At least I will get to earn some money and be able to contribute to the housekeeping!
My goodness, what a change for the better has happened in my life since I took that tentative step inside that Chinese medicine shop. There may have have been a few hiccoughs along the way but, all in all, things have worked out very well indeed.
I wonder what more can be in store!
I had admired her from afar so was delighted when our tutor had randomly chosen me (a shy boy) to work together with her on a final project as that meant I no longer needed to keep my admiration and lewd thoughts about Gina to myself. (She later confessed that she had been keeping a similar eye on me over our freshman years and had been disappointed that I had never made any approaches toward her.) So it was on the pretense of working together that we fell into a pleasant routine of late nights in the library followed by relaxing over a drink at the local pub before going our separate ways to bed. Our mutual attraction soon increased, and we got along together very well, so much so that by the end of the first week she thought maybe it would be a good idea to dispense with going to the pub rather go to her student digs instead where we could work without interruptions. I found myself in complete agreement as I took my studies very seriously!
Our project was finished in a fortnight, but we managed to find other reasons to keep seeing each other during the rest of the term and our mutual affection blossomed into romance. It was obvious that we were meant to be with each other and so it proved. After graduation, we both found employment with reputable companies in the same city and there was no discussion that we should find ourselves a rented apartment where we could live together as man and wife.
For me, life couldn’t have turned out better. I had a good job, as a customer-facing consultant, earning good money and I was living in a desirable part of town surrounded by nice neighbors; I had a beautiful, smart ‘wife’ who loved me (although she had a bit of a dominating nature)and she shared my passions and loved my big cock, what more could I wish for?
Well, there was one thing. I remember lying in bed one morning, reflecting on my good fortune, idly stroking my fat cock under the covers while watching Gina get ready for work. She didn't seem to mind me staring, as she zipped up her pencil skirt. I could feel my penis stiffening in my hand as she buttoned her white blouse, lifting her pale arms to expertly flip her blond hair over the collar, briefly showing a flash of white skin at her waist. Through her open shirt sleeve, I caught a glimpse of the neat curve of her armpit and the slight swelling of her breast…
… and that’s when I say, could I wish for anything more, for the ‘slight swelling’ was due to her breasts being not very big.
I had always since the onset of puberty had a breast fetish and my fantasies whenever I looked at the underwear pages in my mother’s mail-order catalogs were always fixated on brassieres, the bigger the better. (I never did get caught out by my mother or questioned as to why some of those pages were inexplicably stuck together!) Anyway, as I say, it would have been nicer if Gina had been better endowed so that maybe my fantasies could have been made real.
So, as I lay in bed that morning, watching my ‘hot wife’ I consoled myself that she made up for the lack of chest inches by never refusing to satisfy my other desires and I reminded myself how lucky I was to have such an enthusiastic ‘fuck buddy’, and tried to steer my thoughts away from the one little imperfection in my otherwise perfect partner.
But the human mind is an unkind thing. The more I tried not to think about it, the more it consumed my thoughts. I reasoned with myself constantly, that she had nice breasts, even if they weren't all that big; that she was great in bed, and, wow, could there be a nicer hairy pussy for me to push my ever-rampant cock into?
I had harbored thoughts about suggestions that some women get a second growth spurt in their twenties, maybe she might still grow a bit? Then I wondered about implants. They're not as nice as the natural ones, but better than nothing, cost aside, could I find the courage to suggest such a thing without seeming shallow and selfish?
That question was quickly answered when we were watching some crass reality show on TV one evening and one of the ‘celebrities’, who was a similar height to Gina, clearly had enhanced her appearance by having had implants. I thought she looked magnificent and I casually mentioned that she didn't look at all bad and how they ‘suited her body type quite well’ and ‘isn't it amazing what surgeons can do, these days?’
Gina knowing that I had this 'thing' about breasts and was quick to recognize where I was going and she sighed theatrically, rolled her eyes, and laughed, "You must be joking, I can’t think of anything worse than having lumps of squishy lumps of silicon stuffed into my chest and then having to go and shop for a new wardrobe to wear, you can forget about that."
That tactic wasn’t going to work, and I had to accept that this was one thing I could not change, and my big tit fetish was going to have to be continued to be served by the internet.
Fast forward to the following summer when one lunchtime I found myself taking a stroll from my office in the city to the nearby ‘Chinatown’ area and browsing the menus of the restaurants and the displays of other business establishments. I found it all rather fascinating, not least by the displays in the windows of the various adult stores that proliferate the area. I was particularly intrigued by a place that claimed to be an Oriental pharmacy with its big jars full of mysterious roots, dried seahorses, and pickled snakes in the windows. What particularly caught my attention were the collections of dildoes and other items of dubious provenance on display which suggested that it wasn't just Chinese medicine on offer. However, I was even more intrigued was a sign written in big red letters which displayed a smirking lady with large breasts saying in a speech bubble, ‘Make More Womanly with Emperor Tian Powder’ suggesting that the powder was in some way responsible for her magnificent proportions. My kind of woman and without a second thought, I found myself walking into the shop where once my eyes had become accustomed to the gloomy interior I saw a tiny old man with thick glasses who was stacking boxes with quick efficient movements behind the counter. He gave me barely a glance and greeted me briskly without pausing in his work, “What you want?”
"I saw the sign on your window .. the one with red letters … the picture of the lady ..." I mumbled embarrassingly.
The old man gave me a shrewd squint, “Yeah, but what do you want?”
“I want to know what does it do?”
He reached under the counter and pulled out a small metal tin and placed it on the counter.
"This makes somebody more of a woman. Bigger breasts, more love in woman parts. Make a person become much more woman. Become very sexy."
I picked up the tin and read the label, which had been written by someone whose first language was not English, it said ‘Emperor Tian Lady Powder. Use lightly, massage on the skin, one time only.’
I suspected that it must be a joke item, a worthless product despite what it said on the tin but with Gina's birthday coming up I figured it would provide a laugh when she opened her presents to go along with the lovely watch I'd already picked out. I mused, maybe she would even go along with the joke and try the stuff out and, who knows, maybe it might work! No harm in hoping, anyway.
The old man didn’t share my suggestion that this was some kind of joke. Indeed, he was offended that I should have such thoughts and showed his displeasure at my sense of humor by asking that if I wanted to purchase the tin I paid him an exorbitant sum, in cash. I was so embarrassed by my show of bad manners that although the price was high, I quickly paid up. He scooped the money from the counter and in an instant, my money was in his apron pocket, and he disappeared leaving me to pick up the tin and conceal it in my pocket. My lunch hour was finished, and it was time for me to get back to the office to finish my workday.
My commute home was shorter than Gina's, so as usual, I was home before her in the evening. I used the time to have a closer look at Emperor Tian's Powder and so I pried open the lid of the tin and looked inside. To my surprise It was nearly empty, containing a little less than a teaspoonful of pale powder at the bottom and my first thought was that it was indeed a joke and I had been well and truly caught out. Then a thought came to me that if the label was to be believed and that the powder was supposed to be rubbed onto a woman's body that it would not harm her if I used it on Gina without her even noticing!
It was a sneaky idea, and I knew I should be ashamed, but it was worth a try if only to find out if this stuff would even do anything. Most probably ‘Emperor Tian's Powder’ was nothing other than talcum but I would at least get some pleasure from sneakily rubbing it on her tits without her knowledge. Just thinking about my plan, my fantasy, had given me a hard-on (the uncomfortable kind, where your stiff cock is caught up in your underwear, poking down one trouser leg). I went up to our bedroom and slipped the tin under my pillow.
Supper was pleasant and afterward, we sat together on the couch, sharing gossip about our workdays over a glass of wine and just generally chilling out. I didn't make any mention of my lunchtime shopping expedition. After watching some TV, I excused myself and said I was going up to bed to read for a while before sleeping. Gina took the hint and soon followed to shower, remove her makeup and come and join me in bed. My mention of reading was all a bit of a joke between us, we both knew that once the lights went out we would usually have sex and this night was no exception. We were young and, if she was in the mood, we had sex about four nights a week out of seven; this was to be one of those nights.
This night I deviated from the norm of having a few kisses before getting on top of her the moment she got into bed. This time I planned to do things differently and extend any foreplay to ensure that the 'medicine' was properly applied. I waited until I heard When I heard the shower door click open I knew exactly how long she would take to pat herself dry before slipping into her nightshirt and coming to join me in bed, I waited the appropriate time before pulling out the little metal jar from under my pillow. I carefully unscrewed the lid and shook out its contents into the palm of my left hand, closed my fist over it and then I put the empty tin into the drawer of my bedside table. As she came through the door I casually picked up my book in my right hand, and waited innocently.
My timing was perfect. On cue, Gina emerged from the bathroom and slipped into bed beside me. Luckily, she was in the mood, and without a word, she took the book from my hand before leaning over to kiss me. As we kissed, I slipped my left hand under her nightshirt, and she moaned her approval as I began caressing her soft little boobs most lovingly. She did not seem to notice the very small amount of powder that I was rubbing into her little mounds, brushing over her stiff nipples, and dusting the slight depression of her chest of what would have been a cleavage had she had tits. Satisfied that I had effectively covered her with the last traces of the powder on my fingers, I let my left hand wander down to the moist bushy cunt and placed my fingers between her thighs, and rubbed between the plump lips of her vulva so that any last traces of powder might find a home there. Satisfied my work was done I then grasped my long, thick cock and pushed it between those soft lips and we both sighed with pleasure.
That night, our sex seemed a little more exciting than usual, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I was not the least bit surprised to see absolutely no change in the size of her chest. Emperor Tian had given no hint as to how long it would be before his potion would make a difference and I had already convinced myself that the whole thing was indeed a joke. No matter, at least he had given me a bit of harmless titillation and my mental game had added a little spice to our sex life and that could only be a good thing in itself was my thinking
I was in high spirits as I rode the bus home in the evening and I was even more pleased to find that Gina had arrived a little before me and was hanging her coat on the hall coat rack. My pleasure was a little dampened when I noted she seemed a little bit down
"I left work early," she said. "I was feeling a little weird. I think my period is coming early."
She turned toward me, and I saw that she did indeed look a little flushed. I reached out to put my hand on her forehead and happened to glance down and noticed something a bit odd about the way her shirt was hanging. I had to suppress a gasp when I realized what I was seeing, there had been a small, but unmistakable, ‘enhancement’ to her bust line.
She caught me staring. "Yeah, don’t ask, I reckon I must be retaining water or something."
The thought that it might be due to the powder doing what it ‘says on the tin’ made my cock stir and begin to stiffen. I was both confused and elated; could it be, has the powder caused this? I did the only thing that come to mind, I changed the subject and mumbled something about getting supper started, but before I could make a move she reached out impulsively and cupped her hand over my half-hard penis. I was startled by her forwardness, but not displeased.
Completely out of character she then said, " You know, I might be getting my period but that doesn't mean that I don't want this thing in me …." She gave the stiffening shaft of my cock a squeeze through the fabric of my trousers, "… I've never properly appreciated the size of this thing. Don’t let us worry about the period … I don't know what's got into me, I've been thinking about this all day." She laughed lightly, pulling me over to the couch, and unbuckling my belt with her free hand.
I thought back to the placard in the shop window and the claim of ' Make More Womanly ' and I silently thanked Emperor Tian as I drove my thickness into her wet cunt. We forgot about supper and made love three times that evening, a record for us, before falling into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to sounds of dismay from across the room. Gina was standing in front of the mirror in her panties, fumbling with the straps to a black underwired bra. Three other bras were on the floor at her feet. I asked her if she was having a problem.
"This is crazy, it's like all my bras have shrunk in the wash. This is my biggest one that I bought by mistake, it's a 34C, and even this doesn't fit!"
She turned to show me, and it was true, her breasts were bulging over the fringe top and there was no doubt they were also pushing out beneath the bottoms of the cups.
"They hurt, too. I'm calling in sick to tell them that I'm going to be late; that I have an appointment with my doctor. I just hope that I can get an appointment, I need to find out what's wrong with me."
I did my best to hide my delight with 'what was wrong' and faking sympathy I agreed that she should go the surgery. I offered to go with her but she declined and said she would go on her own but promised to call me at work if there were any problems.
Then, completely out of character, I noticed her staring, with an odd fixed look, at the big bulge in my boxers. She let go of the bra, turned back to face the mirror, slipped her panties down, and gave me a provocative wink. The next thing I knew was to be stuffing my cock into her from behind, gently cupping her newly formed big, tender tits in my hands.
******
There was no word from her all day, so I assumed everything was OK and on the bus ride home, all I could think about was that I would soon be home alone with my new sexed-up, C-cup wife; that she'd probably tear off my clothes even before the door shut behind me. I was soon to be disappointed.
I found Gina at the kitchen counter, staring down while methodically chopping up vegetables. She did not look up to meet my gaze when I asked her how she had gotten on at the doctor's. In truth, I wasn't too interested in her answer for I could see that matters had moved on and that her day had bought on further changes. She was wearing one of my loose cotton tee shirts and a pair of jogging shorts. The tee shirt ordinarily would have been to large but not now, her boobs were simply enormous and her nipples could be seen pushing against the fabric. There was doubt that she'd been growing all day and the sight took my breath away, she was stacked.
She looked up and tearfully asked, "So, I'm guessing you're happy?"
I was taken aback and fumbled for an appropriate reply. "I'm not sure what you mean... um, what did the doctor say?"
"He had no idea what is causing this ... he said it's not something he's come across before but was aware it's something that might happen on rare occasions, even in fully grown women; a hormone imbalance. He said that I might need to have some tests taken … that nature can be so unpredictable …"
Her voice trailed off and had I been taking more attention I should have noticed a sadness and maybe a tinge of bitterness but I was fixated on looking at those magnificent tits bulging and blossoming against the borrowed tee shirt.
"I stopped on the way home and tried to find some new bras. I picked up a 34F but even that doesn't seem right, who knows if I've even stopped growing? None of my clothes fit, I can't go out like this; my breasts bounce when I walk, everyone will stare at me and now my back is starting to hurt. I feel like I'm some fucking bimbo in a porno movie. It's horrible."
I couldn't dispute her analysis and I was in complete agreement that she did look like some desirable porno star but I didn't tell her that. I was wise enough to see that she was visibly upset and that she was working up to tears. I did the only thing I knew that would calm the situation, I stepped forward to 'comfort' her, to let her feel my trusty penis tightening in my trouser leg.
I was unprepared for what happened next. She put the knife down and took a quick step back to evade my hug. Then she pulled something from the pocket of her shorts and held it up for me to see.
It was the empty tin of Emperor Tian's Powder.
"You self-centered prick!" she hissed. She cupped her free under one heavy breast and shook which caused her newly developed cleavage to wobble and sway appealingly (or so I thought). "What the hell have you done? How could you do this, what is it, some kind of fucking hormone? Do you even know what this stuff is?"
Oh dear, not the reaction I was hoping for. and certainly, I didn't want to hear what she said next, "Well, I hope you like what you're looking at because you're never touching me again."
She turned and left the room. When she was halfway up the stairs, she stopped and said flatly, "There are clean sheets on the bed in the spare room. If you so much as a knock on my bedroom door I'll call the police."
And with that, she slammed the bedroom door leaving me alone with my guilt … and a throbbing hard-on.
For the next three days, she hardly left the bedroom, appearing only when she needed to eat, and then to sit quietly by herself at the kitchen table. She took great care to avoid getting anywhere near me and as she had taken to wearing an oversize, shapeless housecoat, I could not tell whether her shape had developed more/worsened/improved, depending on one's point of view.
For my part, I tried to carry on as normal. I went to work every day, did my job without any great enthusiasm, and at the end of the day, I returned to a quiet house filled with Gina's angry silence knowing that I was unlikely to be given the chance of being forgiven.
The strangest thing about this situation was the irony. For it seemed that as soon as I got through the front door knowing that she was somewhere in the house with those beautiful big tits but also knowing there was no possibility of us having sex was that I was instantly horny. I just couldn't explain it, as soon as I would get home, I would think about her tits and then be stricken by an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom to have a wank to relieve myself. It got worse, ten minutes later I'd be horny again and would have to return to the bathroom. I just couldn't leave my cock alone, I seemed to be spending most of my free time thinking about her tits and wanking!
It was on the fourth day when I returned from work that I had to maneuver myself around a heap of packages in the hallway and then find there was no room to sit down as some bags had been tossed in a pile on the living room couch. At first, I thought that it was evidence of Gina moving out but when I looked at the boxes and bags more closely I was to see the names of women's clothing stores or Amazon wrappings. Gina, it seemed, had gone shopping mad and bought herself a whole new wardrobe. I took this as a valuable sign that she was beginning to adjust to her new circumstances. That evening, I did not see her at all, so I just sat alone on the couch not actually watching TV or, when that itch overwhelmed me, going to the bathroom.
The next morning, as I was getting my breakfast together, she suddenly walked into the kitchen dressed, beautifully made up, apparently on her way to work for the first time in days. She pointedly ignored me but gave me every opportunity to admire her dress sense. She had chosen to dress in a professional style but there was no doubt that in the process had selected clothes that showed off her new curves, almost as if she had decided to be proud of the body she now possessed.
Her red tailored skirt accentuated the contours of her ripe rear end and slim waist; above she wore a filmy white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of the skirt which showed off both her slender build and her now generous bosom. She had left the blouse unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hitherto unseen cleavage. She looked incredible and my cock leapt up to express its approval.
If she noted my reaction, the sudden stiffness inside my boxers, then it could only have been the smirk on her face when she glanced my way, however, she said nothing but just carried on with her preparations for work as if I were not even in the same room. She took a final look around the kitchen, picked up her bag, and without a word left the house to go and, presumably, catch her bus to work.
I did the only thing that had been on my mind from the moment I had seen her, I dropped my boxers and with the vision of that cleavage in my head, I had the most glorious wank right there in the kitchen.
As nice as it had been jerking myself to an explosive ejaculation, that morning marked the beginning of my slide down a slope of misery and humiliation. Not so for her, it was the start of her showing me a new side to her, one that was clearly based on exacting some kind of revenge for what she had assumed, quite rightly, my part in causing the changes to her body.
From that day on, she would repeat her performance of dressing in front of me in the most painfully provocative way, taunting me with her unavailability. It was excruciating, just the sight of her caused me to have a throbbing erection but at the same time, frustrated beyond measure, made worse by her continued silence and animosity toward me which guaranteed I kept my distance. Every day thereafter it was the same routine and as soon as she left the house leaving me alone, I would jerk off compulsively, running images of her through my mind, trying to satisfy my constant erections with little success.
So it continued for several weeks, Gina seemingly becoming sexier and more self-confident as she strutted around in front of me On the positive side it was good to see, and also, she had begun talking to me again but only in the most matter-of-fact fashion, of mundane day-to-day matters. There was never any hints or references to our previous 'Elephant-in-the Room situation' intimate conversations being broached but I was pleased that at least she was being civil toward me.
On the downside, she started working late, and occasionally went out in the evenings without telling me where she was going. When she was at home she would often retreat to her bedroom after supper ('her' bedroom, still not 'ours') and through her bedroom door I would overhear her chatting merrily with someone. It was never loud enough for me to make out what she was saying but clearly from the laughter that punctuated the conversation, she was having fun. That hurt to know that she was sharing intimacies with others but not with me and it made my physical longing for her become even more painful which was evidenced by whenever we were in the house together that my cock was in a permanent state of arousal, I felt like a walking erection!
Meanwhile, as she was brimming over with this new vitality, I was feeling increasingly weak and tired. I also checked my weight and was alarmed to see that I had lost quite a few pounds and, it wasn't my imagination that my clothes felt loose and baggy.
Then there was the other thing. I had been taking a piss at work and, as I was wont to do, I took a glance at the guy standing at the urinal next to me who was shaking the last drops from his penis. Ordinarily I would feel a little smug, proud even, for my own cock was a thing of joy and beauty in comparison to other guys but when I saw his thick manly shaft with bushy black tufts of hair at its root and the big leathery balls I was suddenly made aware that in comparison I seemed to have shrunk.
When I got home that day, I went straight to my toolbox and found a measuring tape. I did not have worry about getting an erection as my continued obsession of Gina and her tits ensured I was in an almost perpetual state of arousal. I pulled the metal tape out and measured the length of my rock-hard cock, and read the numbers with disbelief. Normally, I would have expected to see a figure of just a little under eight inches and pleasingly fat, not so this time; I measured and remeasured, no doubt of it, it was almost two inches shorter! I wasn't able to wrap the metal tape around my cock to measure the girth but when I inspected closely I could see I had become alarmingly slender as well. My prick looked to be about the size it had been all those years ago when puberty had kicked in and I had discovered the joys of wanking. I was appalled.
I had no idea what could have caused such a dramatic change. Other than feeling a bit weaker and fatigued there were no other symptoms that suggested I was ill or sickening. For sure, since administering the powder to my previously loving partner I had been masturbating more often than what might be considered 'normal' but I had never before thought that wanking and shooting off was anything but a healthy thing to do, so it couldn't be that, could it?
Maybe Gina, having figured out that she had been 'dosed' with something, had decided to take some sort of revenge on the person she suspected of doing it … aka, me. Had she likewise located a Oriental Medicine man and was sprinkling something in my coffee cup or spicing up the food she occasionally prepared causing me to shrink?
With that thought in mind from then on I stopped eating at home and I also became obsessed with measuring my cock, checking it constantly through the day. As the days went by, the results continued to be bad and soon I was recording a boyish looking dicklet that was under 4 inches long. The crazy thing was though, I was always horny and I constantly masturbated just like a twelve-year-old who had just learned how. It took next to nothing to set me off, I'd catch sight of Gina - or simply think about her for a few seconds - and my little prick would spring up again and I would have to stroke myself to another orgasm …. and repeat!.
It was the following week after my discovery that matters took a totally different turn. I was at work when I realised that in my rush to get the bus (I had overslept) I had left my house keys at home. Not knowing of Gina's schedule or her intentions of coming home that day, I called her at her office to check so that I could fall in with whatever time that might be. Her number was answered by a strange voice and when I asked to speak with her it was to be told, "Oh Gina, she quit a couple of months ago. She doesn't work here anymore".
I was shocked, she had never mentioned or given any hints that she had changed her job. She clearly must be employed for she went out of the house each day without fail, albeit I had noticed that her timekeeping was a bit more flexible. There certainly there hadn't been any let up with her new passion for buying new clothes (of the most provocative fashion, I noted). Hmm, all very strange, I had to find out how and why she was doing this to me.
It was two weekends later that I had my opportunity. It was a Saturday morning, Gina was still not talking to me as far as proper conversations were concerned but her anger seemed to have evaporated. Indeed, that morning she seemed positively cheerful, flouncing around the house in her panties and bra, paying me no mind at all. I suspected this performance of flaunting of her body was her way of punishing me but if this was the case, she no longer seemed vindictive about it and I certainly had no complaints although it seemed as if I had become, in her eyes, something sexually unimportant, like a female roommate. I sat on the couch and followed her progress around the house and, as ever, in her presence I had an unrelenting stiffness tenting my boxers. True to form, if she noticed, she gave no sign of it.
She finished dressing and I had to compliment her that she was breathtaking sight in her tight T-shirt, short denim skirt and knee-length boots (what I didn't add was that she looked a complete slut!). She gave me a sarcastic 'thank you and you needn't bother to wait up, I'll be late' response and left the house.
I had no idea where she might be spending her day but I was pleased to think that she would not be returning for the next couple of hours at least which meant I would have time to search her room ('our' old bedroom) for clues or evidence of what I suspected could be causing my predicament.
I started by looking in the waste paper basket for empty bottles or packages, but found nothing so went into the en-suite bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet, again, nothing found. I went back into the bedroom and turned my attention to her bedside table where other than a new vibrator there was nothing of any particular interest (although I did take time to sniff and give the thing a lick!) Finally, I opened the top drawer of her dresser, her underwear drawer, and I was excited to find at least a dozen neatly folded underwired bras in a whole bouquet of pretty colours. The cups looked immense. I pulled one out, and read the label on the strap: 38DD, wow!.
As I put it back, I noticed something else. At the back of the drawer was the old video camera that we had bought a few years back with the intention of using to record the exotic holidays that we had never gotten around to taking. I had quite forgotten all about it. Curious, I picked it up, flipped out the preview screen, switched it on and was bemused when it instantly came to life; my expectation was that it would be dead given it had been unused and out of action for so long.
The picture wobbled and then stabilised as if the camera had been set down on a table and I found myself looking at what appeared to be a hotel room, not one that I recognised from the one holiday that we did take. After a few seconds, a figure moved into view (I guessed it was whoever had set the camera down). It was a skinny young man in blue jeans, his shirt off showing off his narrow back as he walked toward the bed. I watched as he pulled the pillows out from under the bed-cover before wandering off out of sight. A few seconds later, another figure walked into the frame, a naked woman, with a slim waist, a firm rounded rear end and extremely large and natural-looking breasts.
It was Gina.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I realised what I was watching and what was about to happen but as disconsolate as I felt I could feel my stiff little cock straining against the fabric of my pants, hard as the dildo that I had just seen in her nightstand drawer.
On screen, Gina turned and smirked toward the camera, which allowed me to see the neat little triangle of her pubic hair which she had obviously trimmed since the last time I had been allowed to see her pussy. She leaned forward to adjust the pillows, and her breasts swung out slightly, swaying heavily as she climbed up on the bed and looked expectantly across the room. On cue, the skinny young man came back into the picture. He had stripped off so that he was naked just like Gina and I watched his skinny, narrow, tightly muscled ass as he clambered onto the bed. I failed to see the attraction, he was so skinny was but then he turned around I could see what had attracted her to him; his cock was simply huge, longer even than mine had been in my better days, and about as thick and veiny as his skinny wrists. I watched him climb up onto the bed next to my beautiful girl, and then crawl right on top of her, expertly pushing his stiff shaft into her hair-fringed cunt. He began pumping up and down, and the way the camera was set up, I could see his swinging balls, almost hairless but heavy with sperm, slapping against my lovely girl. From the tiny speakers in the camera I heard Gina's moans of pleasure.
At this point, my state of arousal got the better of me, I couldn't help myself. I set the camera down on top of the dresser and pushed down and stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My cock although rock hard seemed smaller than ever, not much longer or thicker than my thumb. There was not sufficient 'meat' for me to wrap my fist around so I took it between thumb and forefinger and began moving them up and down in time with guy on the screen rhythmically fucking the slut on the bed. The scene changed and showed Gina on all fours, now, with her tits swinging in-phase while the unpleasant looking young man pumped his long fat cock in and out of her sloppy cunt.
I was so intently focused on the scene that I did not hear the bedroom door opening behind me or the sound of Gina's footsteps. I don't know how long she had been standing behind me, watching me rub my tiny cock to the sight of her betrayal but when she did finally speak, I whirled about, stifled a sob and, absurdly covered my erect penis which was so small that every bit of it could be concealed with one hand, under my palm.
"And what do you think you're doing in my room?"
Her voice was calm, not angry at all, but before I could think of an answer, she walked right up to me, grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away, leaving me fully exposed with my tiny cock bobbing foolishly up and down.
"Hmm, I can see what you're doing … well, isn't that something," she said with a distinct note of amusement in her voice."
She reached out and before I could stop her gathered my little cock in her hand and gave it a little squeeze. I felt her cool fingers close around it, and despite myself and my acute embarrassment, sighed with pleasure, as my penis disappeared completely inside her girlish fist. She moved her hand up and down a few times, quickly, and then as she heard my groan of pleasure she pulled it away from my penis, just as my orgasm spurted. However, it was hardly a spurt. One little drop of spunk popped out and dribbled and fell to the carpet like a small, glistening pearl.
Now her smile turned into suppressed laughter as she put her hand over mouth and said, "Wow, that was impressive … not … my little man. Not what I'd call the money shot!"
I had no answer, no response, I was crushed by a combination of shame and self-disgust. I avoided her withering gaze and picked up my discarded clothes and held them against my dribbling dicklet, hoping to hide the source of my embarrassment from further comment or criticism.
She chose not to mention it other than saying, "You seem to have enjoyed the home movie. I wondered if you might find it one day. I never thought that when you bought the camera that it would come in useful. I suppose I ought to be thanking you for that."
Still I said nothing. She continued, "And just so you know, his name is George … that's funny, isn't it, George and Georgina, and he's older than he looks. In fact he graduated a few years ago from the same Uni as us and, also I guess you should know, I'm carrying his baby …."
She was looking at me with almost gleefully, gently caressing her belly. Now that she had drawn my attention to it, I could see that below those magnificent breasts her tummy did appear to be a little swollen, that seemingly she was indeed pregnant and just starting to show.
She went on. "… and I don't want you to worry; he's said he's going to make an honest woman of me and we're going to get married which means he's going to live here. Of course … that doesn't mean you have to move out. I don't mind at all if you stick around."
That was very generous of her I thought given up to then I had been paying half the rent!
She brightened suddenly, as if remembering something, "Oh, I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful for all you've done, I've bought you a thank-you present."
Gina left the room for a moment, and came back holding a small paper bag which I recognised having the logo of the lingerie shop I knew that she had been frequenting (I knew because the same logo was on the labels of some of the underwear that I had been recently fondling in the drawer where I had found the camera). She opened and pulled out a rather pretty lavender coloured bra, very much like one of those in her drawer but clearly, several sizes smaller. She handed to me and, I looked at it, confused.
"You really are so stupid, aren't you? Did you think that I wasn't going to figure out what has been going on, why my breasts have grown like they have, you pathetic little wanker. Don't tell me you don't know? I figured it out weeks ago."
I was lost for words. How could she have known or even suspected my involvement.
She sighed loudly, "Well, you've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, have you? That powder you put on me ... didn't it occur to you to wear gloves when you were pawing at my tits in bed all those months ago?"
What the hell was she talking about? (Don't answer that, clearly she knew exactly what she was saying).
She paused briefly to gauge my reaction which only achieved confirmation of my ignorance. "I thought so," she said, nodding. "You shouldn't have left that tin laying around after you finished with it, it had the address of the shop where you bought it. I went there to find out what the hell the stuff was but the guy in the shop would only say that it was very good, that it makes people more 'womanly'. When I asked him what that meant he said something about, that goes for men as well as women. He said it was ancient Chinese medicine that the emperors used to have his concubines take to make them more sexy and it was also used to turn his male servants into proper Eunuchs, that it changed them from men in women. He said any man who touched this stuff would have his dick shrink away to nothing and he, or rather, 'she' would develop a fine pair of tits of her own. I believe, if my guess is correct, you had that stuff all over your bare hands, and then when we had sex you probably rubbed it into your big fat dick as well. You most probably got as much on yourself as me and, serves you right for being such a complete prat!"
From the expression on my face, she didn't need me to confirm that her guess was correct, she was right on the money.
"It's taken me a while to come to terms with what has happened but, you know what, I'm not mad at you anymore. In fact, it's been the best thing ever and I've decided to show my gratitude by buying you this." She handed over the lavender lacey bra to my outstretched hands, and added, " …. seeing how it's only a matter of time until you'll need to be putting that on."
*******
It was nearly a month before the bra fitted properly and soon after I was having to go shopping with Gina so that I could buy other ones together with other items of ladies underwear; they felt so much more comfortable than men's stuff. By this time I was only a C-cup but even so it had become a little uncomfortable not to have one on and have my tits jiggling all over the place.
Other changes had taken place and the Chinese powder must have been some kind of powerful stuff for my poor cock had shrunk away to nearly nothing. By then it was no more than a big clit, and though it still got hard and kind of twitched when Gina was around, I found that by stroking it gently I could reach nine or ten times orgasms in a row. I was perpetually horny but I was quite impressed by my ability to do that and this was some compensation for my other losses.
Then there was the other thing, I had found that having slimmed down quite a lot that some of Gina's skirts and dresses fitted me quite well. I certainly enjoyed the feel of her nylons on my legs when the weather had turned cooler and I needed something to wear on my feet other than socks!
I had to quit my job; it had become just too difficult to try and explain away to my work colleagues and clients the reasons or cause of the changes in my appearance. Indeed, it was a relief to get away as the jibes and comments made behind my back really were quite hurtful. I mean it wasn't my fault that things had turned out this way, was it?
Gina was quite good about me becoming unemployed (or was it that I was unemployable?!) and the fact that as I no longer had a salary would mean I couldn't contribute to paying the bills. She was quite sweet and said that as a consequence of her commitment to George that she no longer had to worry about money. However, if I was to stay that it was on the understanding that I made myself useful around the house, indeed, that she expected me to be some kind of de facto housekeeper, cook and bottle washer to the pair of them. I was extremely grateful to be given this opportunity as I really didn't have any other options available to me in my present condition and I'm sure that Gina can use the help, she's absolutely enormous these days, and those swollen breasts of hers are already producing milk. I'm not sure how much longer she'll be able to keep going to her job.
George actually moved in three month ago and once I got to know him he became good company. I discovered that his line of business is in 'the media' or, more specifically, 'adult film production' and apparently, despite his relative youth (relative to me, that is) he is very successful with no lack of money to take care of Gina (and me, ha, ha). Already Gina has featured in his films and he's jokingly thanked me for 'making her the star' she has become.
He's very proud that he's going to be a father and loves to run his skinny hands over Gina's big belly as he fucks her from behind (I'm allowed to watch). He tells me that he has some ideas of her shooting a couple of movies before she gives birth. He says that there is quite a demand for titles under that particular interest; fancy that.
I'm a little ashamed to say that her belly is not the only thing that George loves to run his hands over. When Gina is out of the house he sometimes runs his hands over me, stroking my soft breasts, plump hips and my swollen balls. I know that it's wrong and should resist but there is something so deliciously naughty in feeling his hands stroking my clitty and balls that I don't resist as hard as you might expect. One time he even managed to push his stiff cock inside my foreskin and I felt him cum which instantly caused me to follow suit. He says that he is thinking of making a film that shows him doing this and that if Gina has no objections he might let me star in it. At least I will get to earn some money and be able to contribute to the housekeeping!
My goodness, what a change for the better has happened in my life since I took that tentative step inside that Chinese medicine shop. There may have have been a few hiccoughs along the way but, all in all, things have worked out very well indeed.
I wonder what more can be in store!
******
