stevebasiclovestheworld:riseofwives: “Yes, honey…” she chirped, “Mommy’s bigger for you today…” “Kim , p-please,” I stammered in a nervous laugh, backing away from her just a bit on the couch, “c-can we j-just st-“ “Shhhh…” she hushed me, leaning in closer, inching her way towards me as her smile grew. Her one hand came to my shoulder and began to push me back. “Relax, sweetie, sit back…” Kim had always been busty. Big when we met, in law school, and then growing bigger again after the birth of our kids. They’d always attracted a lot of attention for her, and she’d learned how to use them through the years to help get what she wanted: at work and, admittedly, with me. But now, things had changed. The company she works for (she’s now a VP in the litigation department for an international, multi-billion dollar company) had acquired a new product - some sort of hormone treatment for women - and she’d begun to use it. Suddenly, almost overnight, my wife had begun to grow… “K-Kim, honey…” I stuttered, feeling my pulse begin to quicken, my voice crack, “w-wait…” The treatments had, yes, made her breasts larger. But she was also stronger, now, even a bit taller. And, though she’d always been intelligent - probably smarter than me, in fact - these treatments had seemed to focus her, make her mind grow as well. All in all, she’d gradually begun to make me feel…smaller. And now, sitting slumped here underneath her, I felt smaller still. ”Awww, c’mon…” she cooed, as she slowly straddled me, pinning me down onto the couch, “we’re all alone, we have the house to ourselves…” She was undoing my tie, letting me stare at the new hugeness of her chest, planted right in front of my face. “And, anyway…I thought you liked playing mommy and baby…” My eyes goggled as she gradually drew her shoulders back, emphasizing her new, massive size. Good god - they’re as big as her head, I marveled, thinking how amazing it would be to …but, no, we have to stop this! It’s been as if, over the past few weeks, she’d been intent on - I dunno - infantalizing me or something. “H-H-Honey, no…” I croaked, “p-p-please…” If she’d heard me, she gave no sign, and had already begun unbuttoning my shirt. “Mommy’s bigger for you now, sweetie,” she continued, talking to me now like she was talking to a child, “bigger than last week, bigger than yesterday…getting bigger and bigger and bigger…” My #louise #jenson morph Watch out for the Collective. They’ll getcha. -- source link
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