stewybooks: I was having a lovely walk on the beach with my wife. Everything was ok until we s
stewybooks: I was having a lovely walk on the beach with my wife. Everything was ok until we sat down together and she began what would become quite an unsettling conversation. “I married you because I like men like you. They are my favorite.” she told me casually. “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting down on the sand next to her, having no idea what was about to unfold. It was such a beautiful day. The beach was perfect. So relaxing. I never expected the conversation that was about to happen. Her growth had emboldened her. Given her far more confidence. She took off her sunglasses, grabbed my chin firmly and looked me deeply in the eyes. “Weak men…” she whispered as she stared at me without flinching. I drew myself back. She let go. She had never said anything like that to me before. I knew that everything was changing. All of this had started two weeks ago. She started to get bigger, curvier, bustier, and more voluptuous every day. The worst part was how tall she was getting. She was as tall as me now. I was so scared that she would be taller than me soon. “I… I’m not… weak…” I replied with a stutter, trying to look at her, but having trouble maintaining eye contact. She chuckled at me and bit her lower lip. Was this turning her on? I felt my penis stirring, my balls waking up. “I always knew what you were… a weak old man… one that can’t even take care of himself… one that likes being teased, being bullied, and being played with by a bigger, smarter, and more powerful woman.” she told me. “What the heck are you talking about?!?!” I protested, trying to play it off like none of it was true. Her eyes fluttered down to my crotch, and her eyebrows started raising suggestively at me. “You like it when I talk to you like that Grandpa?” she cooed sweetly in a gorgeous feminine tone. “You like it when I talk about how old you are? How helpless you are?” she asked again, her eyebrows moving up and down suggestively again and again. I felt my cock stirring so hard against my will in my pants. I was desperately trying to hide it. “Say whatever you want. None of it is true.” I spoke in my own defense. “I’m going to go look for a bathroom.” I told her, looking for an excuse to get away. “Ohhh, my grandpa is so old. Does he need me to hold it for him? I can help you grandpa.” she told me. “I… I’m only 35!!!” I half-yelled in protest. “And I’m only 20… that’s why you are my old, weak, grandpa that can’t do anything without my help. So why don’t you let me hold it for you grandpa.” she told me. Her constant verbal assault was getting to me so deeply. I was trying to fight it, but the fantasy she was putting into my mind of her holding my penis to help me pee, her large sexy body right behind mine, pressed up against me, was absolutely wrecking my brain. My balls were swelling up along with my penis. I couldn’t fight it and she knew it. “When I get you home grandpa, I’m going to punish you for lying to me like you are right now. I know you like the way I talk to you. I’m going to spank your little butt until it turns red.” she told me, raising her eyebrows at me again in such a sexually suggestive way. “Or I can do it right here at the beach if you prefer…” she suggested, raising her eyebrows at me again. I couldn’t help it. I was getting so hard. My penis was bloating in my pants and I tried to sit down a different way so that she couldn’t see it, but her eyes were often staring at my crotch. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying controlling me, causing this reaction in me. She liked it. She was getting off on the power. “Or maybe I’ll just tickle you until you pee.” she said, making tickling gestures towards me, causing me to flinch backwards. Oh my gosh, I was hard as a rock now. All of the imagery was flooding my mind. “Tickle my weak helpless old grandpa until he pees all over himself. Then I’ll have to clean him all up while he just sits there and lets me do it.” she suggested, still raising those eyebrows at me, making gestures at me, suggestive gestures. I was hunkered on the sand in the most ridiculous position, pathetically attempting to hid my bulging erection. She started laughing and laughing at me. “I can’t wait to get you home…” she said. “Oh the things I’m going to do to you Grandpa.” she added. “And it’s all going to get soooo much easier when I get bigger and bigger and bigger like I am every day. You’ll be so small to me in a couple weeks probably. I wonder how that will make you feel.” she said. “I’ll make you so glad you married me…” she told me, still raising her eyebrows at me teasingly. “Your big, beautiful, dominant wife, taking care of the weak, fat, old, helpless, tiny little man… every… single… day…” -- source link
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