Hungry as he was, instead of taking a second or even a third helping as was his wont, Jack was full after just one serving. Finishing his wine, he held his glass up in buzzing contemplation. ‘One glass of wine and I’m feeling it,’ Jack pondered.
Paula smirked as she loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. She knew perfectly well what a single glass of wine did to her petite body. Going back to the table for the last of the dishes, Paula paused to refill her husband’s wine glass before very slowly finishing up the dishes to give her husband time to work on his second glass. When he upended the last of his glass, she grabbed the near empty bottle and ostentatiously sloshed the dregs around. “This isn’t enough to keep,” she declared, pouring the rest into Jack’s glass.
Jack shrugged and polished off the additional half glass, “Thanks Hon.”
“Now that we’ve eaten and relaxed a bit,” Paula started but was thinking, ‘Now that you’re a few sheets to the wind and going to become even more so as that alcohol works into your bloodstream,’ maybe we should take the time to try and figure this out.
“Good idea. I’m standing tall and at your service,” Jack slurred a bit and wobbled as he stood up.
‘Maybe I overdid it,’ Paula reflected. I was thinking about the circumstances of the changes and the precise wording of the letter and I have some ideas.” So under the theory that sexual desire is somehow involved, let’s start with that and see if we can identify the mechanics.
“This is sounding very not sexual so far,” Jack quipped.
“We’re getting there,” Paula promised. “I think sexual interest for you is most easily done with me as the target since you’re probably not having sexy thoughts about yourself, so let’s start with that. What outrageous sexy change would you like to make to me?”
Inebriated or not, Jack knew this was dangerous territory. “Uh … uh … you’re perfect like you are.”
“Ha! You are so transparent. I happen to know that you have a severe case of male. So let’s go with the obvious. Would you like to make my boobs bigger?”
Jack flushed a bit at the thought of Paula giving her blessing to do that, but it might still be a trick. “Ah … ah … you know I married you for who you are.”
‘Hmm, maybe I should open another bottle of wine,’ Paula thought. “I love you too Jack but really, I would like you to make my boobs bigger please. No wait, not just bigger. I would like you to make them huge, and hugely erogenous. Huge as in, Holy Shit – Look at That! I want you to also make them so erogenous, just playing with them can make me orgasm. I know you’d like that, so would you try for me?” Judging from Jack’s wide eyes and not so subtle pants adjustment, Paula was confident she’d nailed it.
“Sorry hon, it’s not working and I’m really trying!” Jack swore.
Paula laughed, “Oh I believe you! Ok, keep trying and take my right hand with your right hand. Are you still trying, are you thinking about my huge tits?”
“You have no idea. Just remember this was your idea,” Jack insisted.
‘Ok, simple skin-to-skin touching isn’t enough. I’m probably going to regret this,’ Paula thought. “Now I want you to take my right hand with your left hand, being sure to touch my skin with your ring. Are you still trying for boobilicious?”
“Yes, I’m still trying.” ‘But now I’m thinking really huge, and gravity defying,’ Jack leered.
“Nope still not working, let go. Now take my left hand with your right hand, being sure to touch my ring.”
“Still not working.”
“Last test! While continuing to touch my ring, I want you to also touch your ring to my skin, and think about the boobage!”
Imagining the wondrous change he wanted to impose upon his wife, knowing full well she would not like it but couldn’t complain because it was at her request, Jack touched his ring to his wife’s cheek.
“Eeeiiiii … holy shit!” Paula screamed when her chest ballooned out to literally the size of melons. Her tits were so huge she couldn’t reach around them to touch her hands together without mashing them. “Well I guess that worked,” she said, stumbling when her ridiculous boobage shifted when she turned to the side. “Really?” she glared at her husband.
“Hey, this was your idea!” Jack said defensively.
Paula peeled out of her blouse that had magically adjusted to accommodate the new impossible rack she was now sporting. She made Dolly Parton look flat chested by comparison. There was no size label on the blouse, just a custom clothing specialty house logo. Both excited and distressed at the likely result, Paula struggled her way out of her stupendous bra and experienced the full weight and sag. While the damned things were every bit as heavy as she expected, and then some, the sag was nowhere near what it should have been. The huge things projected outward in a manner that ordinarily would have been called perky, but nothing short of astounding began to give them justice. Unfortunately, without the bra, every movement was a ponderous slow w o b b l e .. w o b b l e .. b o u n c e oscillation with a faster surface jiggle jiggle jiggle simultaneously.
Paula couldn’t see her nipples but assumed they were correspondingly large as she reached out to touch herself. “Ahhhhh …. Fuuuuck that feels good!” she moaned pinching and rolling her twin erections.
Jack was temporarily mesmerized watching his wife’s impromptu performance, before deciding to give her a hand. As his wife moaned to Jack’s touch, he bent down and began sucking and nibbling one of her enormous nipples. This lead to uncontrolled gasps and moans of pleasure from his wife, but it also made her knees buckle, causing Jack to bury his face in Paula’s fantastical tits in order to grab her around the waist to prevent her from falling.
“Don’t stop … bed,” was all Paula could huff in her magically enhanced state of arousal.
Stumbling into the bedroom, they both frantically discarded their clothes before climbing onto the bed. Jack’s fondling and sucking of his wife’s extraordinary breasts had her cycling through moans, gasps, and screams of passion, as she spread her legs and raised her pelvis in desperate want.
Jack gave Paula’s breasts a last fondle and repositioned himself between her legs. Entering his wife wife was much easier than usual because she was so wet and ready, at least that’s what Jack told himself as he prostrated himself on top of his wife, squishing her breasts under him but not enough to allow him to kiss her without the both of them uncomfortably craning their necks toward each other for a quick peck. Between the massive jiggly pillows and his currently reduced stature, Jack felt awkward as he began to rhythmically pound his squealing wife.
“Bigger cock … bigger cock,” Paula gasped between squeals.
Somewhat chagrined at his wife’s request, Jack wanted a bigger cock too since it had been inadvertently reduced along with his height. No sooner had he thought that than he felt his wife’s pussy tighten and he extended his thrusts.
“Bigger … bigger … bigger cock!”
‘Oh yeah,’ Jack thought and felt yet another tightening. He actually had to slow down his thrusts now that his cock was so big and his wife was so tight. On the other hand, every slower thrust forward resulted in unfettered screams of passion from his wife.
“Tits … too … too,” Paula gasped.
Jack struggled to find a way to position himself so he could suckle his wife’s tits while continuing to pound her with what had to be his now truly prodigious cock. In a haze of sexual arousal, Jack managed to shift around until he now had a mouth full of breast and teat that he suckled and nibbled simultaneously with his thrusts in and out of his wife. The whole sexual orchestra rising to an ever higher crescendo that seemed nearly endless before exploding in screams of passion from both of them.
‘That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced,’ Jack thought as he nestled his head amongst his wife’s cleavage, his huge cock slowly softening inside the warmth of her pussy and fell asleep.
