Sarah
by Scheherezade the Amazon



A week later, I had gotten even stronger and even bigger. Where my bench max
had been about 180 when I first tested it two weeks into my training, I was
now beginning my pyramid workouts at 185 and jumping up in increments of
twenty or so pounds to 245 before coming back down. My max may have been close
to 280, but I had never tested it. I was now doing multiple curl exercises.
Preacher curls with 100 pounds, for three sets of ten reps followed by
Concentration curls with 45 pounders followed immediately by a set with 35 and
another set with 25. I would repeat that twice on each arm. By the time I was
finished, my arms were like jelly. I started liking to measure them right
after I was finished, because they were so swollen. I loved looking at the
ever-growing vein that was climbing over the mounds of my biceps. I stood in
front of the mirror and squeezed out a double bicep pose. Even I was aghast.
My little twelve and a half inch arms had grown to 17.5 inches cold. I
measured them now and they stretched the tape measure to 19 inches.
"Nineteen!" I almost shouted. Nineteen, I quietly thought. I flushed with
pride in my accomplishments and knew I desired to take them further.

I had one more thought after my workout. "I wonder if I can still do it."

I stretched out my hands and performed a handstand. After holding it for a few
seconds I dipped down and did four handstand press ups. Then I tried it with
one hand. I almost collapsed to the floor. As strong as I was, I still was not
as strong relative to my size as I had been at 15. But I assessed myself with
the tape and the scale. 190, 19 inches (well, not cold, I cheated), 27 inch
thighs, 26 inch waist, 40 inch hips and butt, 44 inch chest. 16.5 inch calves.
It was time to show my husband my progress. I was so excited.

(To be continued)

Richard

When my wife told me she wanted to show me her progress, I thought "Great."
She will show me that she has lost eight pounds or so and can do a lot of yoga
stretching and mindfulness exercises. Maybe she will do some core for me, and
show me how narrow her waist has become, But I noticed a jauntiness to her
step, and it sure seemed to me her shoulders were considerably wider than I
remembered them being, even under those new oversized sweaters I liked so much
on her.

Sarah was about the best woman a man could hope to have. Loyal, beautiful,
supportive and quite accomplished, but it had always been my dream to have, at
least for one night, a woman like the ones in the WPW magazine and the
websites I occasionally looked at online. I had thought Sarah could achieve
that when she had her growth spurt, but she had lost interest in gymnastics
and had gone in different directions. The idea that an educated and
sophisticated guy like me would want that type of woman probably would have
pissed her off, and it would have seemed insulting to the woman I loved most
in the world and who had done so much for me. But I was still looking forward
to tonight. I knew it would be something special, because she arranged for the
kids to sleep over with friends.

When the time came, she crept downstairs in her pajamas and an oversized
bathrobe and told me to wait fifteen minutes. I obeyed her wishes and knocked
lightly at the door before entering.

"Take a seat on the couch, and hold this jar of magic cream. You may find it
useful later on."

Then I sat down and she turned on Ravel's Bolero and began a strip tease and a
dance. When her robe fell of her shoulders, I nearly died. My wife had turned
into the girl of my dreams. Her muscles were larger than those of any woman I
had ever seen in person. I had to adjust my pants, as my penis began to behave
as one would expect. It pressed hard against my pants, much to the pleasure of
my wife who was achieving the desired effect.

"Take those pants off, honey. Let your wildest dreams entertain you. And rub
some of that magic cream on your growing member. It's designed to enhance and
prolong your erection. Let's see how it works."

I did as I was told, removing my clothes and massaging some cream over my
balls and my cock, but I couldn't take my eyes off my wife. Her shoulders were
indeed wider than ever, and her trap muscles were bulging. The delts were
round and huge but striated. When she turned her back, I could see she had
developed a huge muscular butt and incredible thighs to boot, like those
gorgeous Brazilian bodybuilders, but the most amazing thing was the ten pack
and the narrow waist that exploded into a huge back and what seemed to be
impossibly big arms. As she danced it was harder and harder to control my
erection.

Saah's eyes were looking at me and getting bigger and bigger with surprise,
which I found amazing, because I was the one who was being surprised, I
thought.

Then I saw where she was looking, and I finally took a look at my own growing
muscle. I am moderately well endowed by nature, with between eight and nine
inches of manly flesh between my other legs, but when I looked at what was
standing at attention from my lap I saw something I did not recognize. It must
have been thirteen inches in length and, I don't know, two and a half inches
in diameter. I needed both hands to get around it.

"My god, that stuff works," she said.

"Will it go back to normal?" I asked.

"I don't think so, all I remember was that the semen has some special side
effects for the first few days after you use it."

"Wow," I thought. "This is going to be interesting to live with. I better not
ever get excited at work." But then I started concentrating on my wife again,
and she was concentrating on my erection. She came over and danced in front of
me, gyrating her new beautiful butt, and flexing her growing biceps. She took
my penis and rubbed it between her pecs. Then she kissed it lovingly and
caressed it with her sift hands before licking, and kissing and sucking
alternately hard and soft. She would bring me to the edge of climax, and then
let me down, over and over again until I thought I would explode.

Finally, she put the head of my penis in her mouth, stroked the shaft with her
hands and started to suck. This move had the desired effect. I lolled my head
back, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head; the red lights in my eyes
started shining and I arched my back and felt a shudder of release, as my
newly huge erection exploded. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed,
taking it all in as I must have produced eight ounces of semen. Then she
smiled and flexed for me again. The sight of her huge muscles made my little
(well not so little) man stand to attention again. I had never recovered so
quickly, and I wondered how it had happened. I had never produced so much
semen before either, but oddly, my balls felt as if they could go one more
time to the same amount.

Suddenly, Sarah's eyes popped open wider, and she seemed to go into momentary
seizure. "Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yes, but I am feeling flushed and hot and about to explode or something."
With that, her already huge muscles began to expand, like the Hulk when he
gets angry. Every single muscle increased its size by something like fifty
percent. She had pecs bigger that Charlotte Guimond. Arms bigger than Renee
Toney, legs bigger than Carla Inhaia, and an overall look as pleasing as any
woman bodybuilder in the world.

My erection was as tall as before, and I was even more outrageously excited.
What would happen next? Again she teased my cock, and again I built up a
reserve of sperm and excitement, and once again she sucked me dry. This time I
produced even more semen than before.

Then she looked at me again and said. "Next time you ejaculate, I want to
spray it all over my chest, like we saw in the movies." And dipping her finger
into the cream jar she said, "Let's give you a touch more of that cream."

Before I could say no, she was rubbing it all over my flaccid penis and my
testicles, and before long I was standing tall again, but this time I was two
inches longer and maybe even wider. Then she had another seizure. My
scientific mind realized that something in that magic potion that gave me
large erections also meant that she, by ingesting my sperm, was taking some
sort of muscle growth serum. All the previous gains had been through hard
work, but now she was more than doubling that size. Not only that, was it my
imagination or was she taller?

When she stood up and was only a foot below our 7'6 ceiling I had my answer.
Now she surpassed anything I had ever seen in a magazine or on the internet.

"I'm glad your dick has gotten so big," she said. "I will need it to satisfy
this new body of mine. With that, I was ready to cum again. She saw that and
began rubbing my penis between her pecs. She had always been small breasted,
and I think it bothered her, although she never said it. But now her pecs were
bigger than most large breasted women's chests. As she rubbed I got closer and
closer to climax before I finally came with a shudder and pumped squirt after
squirt of jiz all over my wife's chest. She smeared it over her breasts and
licked some off her fingers. In a matter of fifteen minutes I had squirted
more sperm than in ten normal love making episodes, and as I saw the effects
of the sperm on her chest, my tired penis was becoming engorged once more.
This time the effect was remarkable. Before this, it had affected muscle
growth, but rubbed on the outside like a magic cream, its effects were quite
different. Her mammary glands started growing, they grew and grew, and she
cupped them under her hands.

"Me likee!" I said.

"I can tell'" she said looking at my penis. But I'm not done yet, I want more.
So once again, she caressed my 15 inch cock and kissed it and brought it to
life. Slowly but surely, I was ready to explode, and this time she didn't let
any go to waste. She rubbed it madly over her now large breasts, and they grow
to enormous proportions. Imagine most of a football protruding pertly from the
most massive muscular chest you have ever seen, and, well, you get the
picture.

At this point I was a bit tired, but she wanted to show me some more. "Honey,
I want to show you what I can lift. You've seen the changes, now I want to
show you how strong I have become."

"OK," I said, and I read the small print on the jar of cream as she racked the
weights on the bench press. What I read jarred me. The side effects of this
cream are imperceptible to those who use the cream itself. They will get the
desired effect of much larger erections and longer lasting and greater amounts
of semen. The partners of those who use the cream must be careful, because the
effects can be life changing. The ingestion of one ounce of sperm will
increase the size and strength by twenty percent, and that will double for
every ounce thereafter. The effects will never wear off, though the size
effects will disappear in times of calm.

"Honey," I said.

"That's funny. I got tired from this weight this afternoon, but it seems easy
now." She was benching 285.

"Honey!" I said a little louder.

"Let's see what happens if I add a few plates to each end." She added ninety
pounds to each end of the bar and proceeded to lift it for twenty good reps.
Twenty at 465. We only had two more fortyfives, so she added those and two
thirty-fives and four twenty-fives, bringing the total to 725 pounds. She
stared at the bar, dumbfounded, and slid under it. Carefully weighing her
decision to try this bar that she was certain she could lift, she grunted and
the bar came off its perch and she brought it down to her huge protruding
chest. Then, with a grunt from her, the bar exploded upwards. She did one rep,
and then another, steadily falling into a rhythm, and repeated the lift ten
times before settling it back into its cradle and stopping. Her pecs were so
engorged that they looked ready to explode, and she squeezed them with
delight. First both, then one and then the other, until she was making her
huge breasts dance for me.

"I wish I had some tassels for this," she said with a smile. "But before
tonight I had no need for them. This has been a very pleasant side effect of
that penis cream." I wasn't arguing, and neither was my penis which was one
more time standing at attention, as if to say, honor your wife and the amazing
work she has done for you. I had to agree with my dick.

Before Sarah returned to me she picked up the bar with 725 pounds and started
curling it. She did ten curls and then kept going. I had never seen biceps get
so big, but on her new 6'6" frame and her longer arms, they looked
proportionate to the rest of her body. At twenty-five she stopped, and walked
towards me. She said, "I think we are going to need more weights, and with
that performed a double bicep pose to beat all double bicep poses. As long as
her arms had become, the peak of her bicep was higher than her fist, and the
curve of her deltoids met that same height. The shoulders and chest were so
wide that I could not see around them, all I wanted to do was be taken by her
and held, but she had slightly different ideas.

"Let me climb on top of you, gently and slide up and down on that big erection
of yours, and we will put that monster to bed for the night. Then she leaned
over and kissed it, gently, stroking it up and down with her lips, her tongue,
her fingers, and her huge breasts. Every time I thought I was going to explose
she pulled back and slowed down. It seemed my erection got longer, and harder
and even bigger, when she carefully took me in her warm and throbbing vagina.
Slowly, she slid down and up and down again and again until she had taken me
all in, and then she squeezed with her newly strong vagina muscles. The pain
merged into pleasure and we both tensed as if an electrical current was
running through our bodies and felt the joyous seizure of orgasm like we had
never felt it before. My sperm squirted for what seemed like a minute, and her
vagina spasmodically tensed and released at least twenty times. I realized she
was going to have another period of muscle growth due to the large amount of
magic sperm she had taken inside her, but I decided to let that rest and deal
with it in the morning.

"I've never had multiple orgasms like that honey. I came ten times while we
were making love." Then she kissed me tenderly one very long last time. She
stopped, and looked down at me and smiled the happiest smile I had seen in
ages. With that, she collapsed on top of me and slept. Though she weighed a
lot, it was the lightest two hundred and fifty-odd pounds I have ever felt. We
slept like babies, entwined in each other's arms and happier than we had been
in weeks.

Sarah

Here I lie on top of my slumbering husband, half-awake with a myriad of happy
thoughts coursing through my brain. The thrill of excitement I got from
planning our special evening was great. It buoyed me through the week. Every
once-in-a-while I would have those excited butterflies and happy anticipation,
like a kid in the last days before Christmas. But the actual event far
surpassed any happiness in the anticipation. I had arranged for our two
children to have sleep-overs. I made a special dinner, and I got myself
gussied up. I even stopped at a potion shop and found something for Richard,
some male enhancement cream that seemed like it would make the night even more
special.

The proprietor of the little shop said something in broken English about how
it came from Genghis Kahn who had taken it from an ancient recipe used by the
Amazons. Something about how it made the men bigger but would also make the
women stronger. I don't know. It did not make sense to me at the time, but it
makes sense now. I feel and look like an Amazon.

When I brought Richard downstairs to the basement, and let him take his place
on the couch, I was excited, but I was also more than a little nervous. I knew
from the magazines I had found that he fantasized about strong muscular women,
or I thought he did. Part of me worried; what if he hated it? What if he saw
it as a threat to his masculinity? What if he liked it in the abstract but not
in the reality? It took all my courage to take off that robe and show my
stuff, but within seconds he showed me involuntarily that my instincts had
been right.

Mmmm! The more he responded, the more I let loose. The more I let loose the
greater his response. Oh, and that magical enhancement cream had the desired
effect and more. My God, I have never seen an erection like he had, even in
the movies, and I most certainly have never seen him recover so quickly and
thoroughly after each orgasm. He was such a stud. But the biggest surprise was
the effect the semen had on me. As I sucked it down, it gave me strength; as I
rubbed it on my chest it gave me incredible boobs, and as I took him in my
vagina it gave me health, happiness, and even greater strength and size. What
if that's what that little man in the shop had meant. Maybe the Amazons gave
the cream to their men as an aphrodisiac and then had sex until they were got
stronger and then discarded the men ... Hmm, maybe, ... but the strangest
thing was the taste. It didn't taste like normal jiz; it tasted like, I don't
know, Pina Colada or something. It was almost designed to make me want to
drink it all down.

I woke from my reveries and raised my head. My husband was blissfully sleeping
away, and I gradually got up off him and off the couch in the basement where
we had collapsed in a heap. I wandered over to the mirror and looked at myself
again. Some of the effect of the magic serum had diminished, but I was
definitely over six feet tall, and huger than I had ever been. I stepped on
the scale and was surprised to see the number 250 appear in the screen. I
flexed, and measured. My biceps had grown to 22 inches and my thighs had
swelled to 31 inches. The vein on top of my biceps was the size and thickness
of surgical tubing. My trapezius muscles were mountainous, and wider than most
people's shoulders, but the deltoids were like bowling balls. But the most
amazing part was my waist, even with deeply striated abs, was only twenty-six
inches. My shoulders were more than three times as big around as my waist. I
couldn't get enough of myself.

I turned and saw my husband had awakened in more ways than one.

"Honey, when do the kids come home?" He asked.

"Not for a while sweetheart. I think they are staying through lunch."

"That's what I wanted to hear; come here, let me make you even stronger." With
that I strutted towards him, flexed, and took him in my arms. Thinking about
those Amazons discarding their men made me hesitate. I did not want to get so
strong that I did not need Richard. I wanted him to be at least close to my
equal, so an idea struck me. I lay him down on the couch and did another dance
for him. I grabbed his erection, which seemed fully recovered after last night
and began kissing it while I lightly caressed his balls. I rubbed his own arms
and body, which usually had seemed impressive before I had become so strong. I
got him more and more fully aroused, and when he arched his back and showed me
he was going to cum, I said "open your mouth, honey." And I directed his penis
and his mouth to be aligned with each other. He saw what I was doing and began
to drink his own sperm like a kid at a cooler. I lapped up what he missed.

"Sarah, ... this stuff ... tastes ... like something ... " he mumbled between
gulps and squirts. "Something ... from my ... past memories." Finally the
torrent stopped, and I licked what had gotten on his nose and lips and cheeks,
which was nearly as much as he had consumed.

"Pina Colada?" I asked.

"Exactly, that's what it is. No wonder you drank it down so willingly last
night." Just then, he had a seizure and his own muscles started to grow. I
stepped back to take it all in as I had my own seizure, but we had both seen
that before. It was not as dramatic as mine, but it was still pretty amazing
to watch.

I pouted and said, I want to make you stronger too, so you won't leave me like
the men left the Amazons.

"What are you talking about?" - So I told him the origin of the cream and my
theory.

"That actually makes a lot of sense," he said. "But you don't have anything to
worry about. I'm content in my own manhood, and totally turned on by what you
have become. I will never leave you."

"Even if I get even stronger?"

"Especially if you get stronger." I said with emphasis. "I get lost in the
beauty of your strength, and the bigger and stronger, the better." With that,
he stood up and walked across the room to the bench. He removed some of the
plates lay down on the bench, and attempted a 250 pound lift. He got it out of
the cradle, pulled it to his chest and pressed the bar up slowly for eight
reps before getting tired. "I'm definitely not in your league, but that's not
bad for someone who hasn't lifted a single weight in a few years." I wanted to
show him what I could do with that particular weight bar, but I didn't want to
emasculate him. "Come here honey; show me what you can do. Can you curl this
bar with one hand?" I guess he wanted to me to show off and emasculate him. Or
is it emasculation if he wants it?

I grabbed the bar with my right hand and curled it for five, then ten, then
fifteen reps. Then I lifted it over my head, feeling fortunate that the
ceiling over this portion of the basement was higher than the seven and a half
or eight foot ceilings over the entertainment portion of the room. I did it
again, and again. Then I shifted it to the left hand and repeated the program.
Carefully I placed the bar back in the cradle

Seeing the jar of cream I picked it up to see if the ingredients were listed.
"I wonder why this tastes like Pina Coladas," I said. thinking out-loud.
"There is nothing in the ingredients to suggest it should." Then I dipped my
finger in and placed it on my tongue to taste it.

"There is nothing in the taste to suggest it either, in fact it tastes like
muhgjemd , anader, the f ... " Suddenly I couldn't talk. It was as if my mouth
had forgotten how, and my throat felt odd, not painful just very weird. I
looked in mirror, and opened my mouth wide. I stuck my tongue out and whap.
Though I was at least eight inches from the mirror, I hit the mirror with my
tongue. I stuck it down so I could see it in the mirror, and then shocked I
pulled it back in. Looking furtively to see if Richard had been watching.

"What were you saying? I didn't hear you."

"Nothing," I said slowly. Realizing that if I concentrated I could talk
normally was a relief.

Then I slowly stuck the tongue out to where it would normally go, halfway down
my chin, but I didn't stop. It kept coming and coming. Past my chin, where I
curled it under the chin to touch my throat. Then I lengthened it out into my
cleavage and beyond. "Weird," I thought. I licked the tips of my newly wide
nipples. Ooh, that felt titillating. (Pun intended.) Then I really stretched
it out and cupped the bottom of one of my breasts, which I lifted it up. Not
only was it long, it was supple and unusually strong. I explored other feats.
I grabbed a single stemmed vase with it and emptied it out in the sink then
put it back. I opened the refrigerator door with it. I put a barrette in my
hair with my hands and removed it with my tongue before licking my eyebrows. I
realized there were things I could do to Richard with it that he would really
enjoy, and decided to surprise him again.

He had actually turned on the TV in an attempt to get his mind off sex and
keep his erection down. So I did a little weight room warm up to pump the
blood. I don't think I had looked better, even I was turned on by my body.
Then I walked toward him. I had put my robe on and I did another mini strip
tease for him. I turned my back to him and shook my ass, which I couldn't see
but had been told was my greatest asset. I gyrated and swayed and turned
around to see him holding his penis with both hands trying to control it. I
smiled and said, "I have a special surprise for you," and I grabbed his
monster with my tongue.

His eyes exploded out of his head, "What in God's name happened?"

"I tasted the cream to see where the Pina Colada flavor came from, and this is
what happened. Let's just enjoy it." I said, and I stroked up and down the
shaft and then lifted each of his testicles one at a time with my tongue.

"Oh, I'll enjoy this; you don't have to worry about that." Then the talking
stopped. He got aggressive, and grabbed my ass, trying to lift me up,
forgetting that I weighed 250 pounds. He started kissing my breasts and
sucking on the nipples while he rubbed his prodigious member against my
vagina. I was close to cumming myself, and I reached up in the air and flexed
both arms, leaning back in a moment of ecstasy. My eyes rolled back under my
eyelids and I shuddered. I came, and my vulva shook and convulsed like never
before, but he held off. I stuck my tongue around his neck and pilled his face
toward me. Then I kissed him like never before. As he came close to orgasm I
was about to reach my fourth in a rapid fire series, when I leaned over and
put my mouth around the tip of his penis and started to suck, meanwhile
wrapping my tongue around the rest of the shaft and stroking his balls. At the
same time my hands were working his own butt. Soon he exploded with an
intensity that outdid last night's masterpiece. My mouth was filled; I
swallowed. It was filled again, and I swallowed. I could barely keep up with
the copious amounts of cum he produced. I think he would have filled a cup
measure, but who was counting. I couldn't even count the multiple orgasms I
was experiencing.

Moments later, I was collapsing on my back, unable to sustain any energy after
the most intense series of orgasms I had ever felt. I looked at my breasts,
and they were producing some droplets of light brown milk, which did not go
unnoticed by my husband. I dozed off in blissful sleep feeling his gentle
tongue lapping up the milk and arousing my nipples, and then sucking on them
till they produced more. The next thing I knew we were both experiencing the
most intense feeling of heat and convulsions and seizures followed by the
muscle explosion. I had kind of expected it, because one tablespoon of sperm
was supposed to have powerful effects which doubled with every tablespoon
thereafter. Perhaps I had not consumed a cup, but I had consumed a lot.

I stood up as the convulsions occurred. It seemed every muscle and bone was
growing. My butt got huge and tight like two basketballs side by side. My
shoulders were even bigger than bowling balls, and my biceps were like the
long half of a football with half a volleyball protruding from it with half a
baseball on top of that held together by a vein the size of a large snake. The
chest muscles too protruded too underneath her tremendous breasts. The overall
impact was astonishing, but that wasn't the end of it. Her head, which had
been a foot below the ceiling, was now just about touching it and in danger of
poking through the ceiling tiles. And this monstrously gorgeous mound of
muscular pulchritude stood on the two longest and largest and most beautifully
muscled legs Richard had ever seen. He had to think calming thoughts about his
grandmother in her underware jst to keep from getting another erection.

He too had undergone somewhat of a change. He was not any taller, but he was
definitely leaner and bigger than before. He bolted to the lat pull down
machine and loaded the entire stack on it. He pulled it down to his back and
then again and then again, until he had finished fifteen good reps. He went to
the bench and added 45s o the end of his 250 pound bar, and easily did ten
reps. He grabbed the 80 Lb. dumbells and did fifteen curls with each arm and
then another set for good measure.

"Well God damn! I am stronger than I was when I was in college. I don't care
what you can do, my darling. I am content with this, as well as so sexually
aroused by your continued growth that it really doesn't matter to me that you
are ten times as strong as I am or even more. And I guess that's a good
attitude to have, because if I keep having sex with you, you're going to keep
getting bigger and stronger."

"But how did it happen to you?" she asked.

"Funny you should ask. I was reading the literature that came with the cream.
I think when you got it on your tongue, it got into your system. As I pass
power to you through my sperm, you pass power to me through your milk."

"That makes sense. I wonder how long it lasts." This afternoon, I think we
should have Joey watch Charity and we should visit the store and see what the
old man has to say. ... But until that time we have a few hours before the
kids come home, and looking at you makes it hard for me to control myself."

"You can't have energy for more!" I was really amazed that after all he had
done, Richard had energy for another round. This one was just as delightful,
just as fulfilling, and just as fruitful for my growth. Whatever my
measurements had been before, they were enhanced by two or more inches after
taking in another cup or two of his delicious sperm.

After that, we sat down to a huge breakfast. While Richard made breakfast, I
went online and ordered some more weight equipment. I figured we needed to buy
the biggest plates available, which appeared to be 100 pounds. I ordered
twelve of those, twelve more 45s and a few assorted other plates. I also
ordered a few different sized Olympic bars, especially those that were
designed to hold the largest amounts of weight.

Meanwhile, Richard fried up a pound and a half of organic bacon and a pound of
breakfast sausage, made half a loaf of bread into toast and scrambled two
dozen eggs which he cooked in our wok. He ate a medium sized plate of the food
and I took out our Thanksgiving turkey platter and filled it with whatever he
didn't eat. It looked like a lot of food, but I had no problem finishing it,
and as we drove to pick up our kids we stopped and picked up two more egg and
cheese sandwiches at Starbucks to wash down with my coffee. All that sex and
growing had made me hungry.

Before we left to get our children from their friends' houses, we relaxed for
a while upstairs, sitting around the pool and reflecting on the morning. It
was during this time that many of my size gains appeared to go away. I was
glad for that because it was one thing to please my husband, and really nice
to know he was pleased, but it was quite another to become a giantess that my
kids would not recognize. Before long, I had shrunk down to my husband's
height and a weight of 225. I was still considerably bigger than I had been
before the evening and the morning sex, but it was nothing that loose long
skirts and oversized sweaters couldn't hide. I was curious as to why.

(To Be Continued)