Popular Post TQuintA Posted May 1, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted May 1, 2020 Chapter 45 Three more hours oozed by. For most of it, I stayed in my bed, trying my best not to succumb to the sensual and scandalous thoughts that percolated in my mind. When there was just an hour left, I did have to emergency masturbate one last time. But I wanted to be fresh for when Oz came home, so I decided to take a shower after that. Bad idea. My body hair looked even more luxurious wet, my muscles looked even more impressive soapy, and cock felt even more sensitive steamy. With my new bulk, I also had trouble reaching every place I wanted to wash because my muscles were getting in the way of my muscles. If that weren’t enough, this shower, designed for two large men, was beginning to feel a hair small. Oz could no longer fit in it with me. And the shower head was at eye level. I had to duck to get my hair wet. My massiveness and sexiness required another emergency orgasm. But as soon as I had rinsed the excess cum down the drain, I rewashed, dried off, and went back to waiting in the bed. It was thirty minutes—thirty agonizing minutes—later that I heard the front door opening. “I’m home!” Oz cried from the living room. I stayed in the bedroom. “Pot roast smells amazing, Ian.” I stayed in the bedroom. “Come out and meet Vinnie.” I stayed in the bedroom. “How had you two never met? He owns the company you work for. I must’ve told you that.” I stayed in the bedroom. “According to Vinnie, I never did.” I stayed in the bedroom. “Ian?” That last one sounded a little hurt. A second voice, Mr. Carr’s, spoke at a normal volume. I had to strain to hear, but thankfully Mr. Carr’s voice carries. “I can explain.” “You can explain?” Oz sounded dubious. “Do you remember my 50th birthday party?” “Of course I do.” Oz chuckled as he answered. “Do you remember what you got me for my birthday?” Mr. Carr’s tone was dark and suggestive. “Can we talk about that in front of Ian? Casters are pretty straightforward about the hush-hush, cloak-and-dagger nature of their business.” “We can.” “Then, yes,” Oz said. “I remember the spell I bought for you and Cheryl.” “It was on a need-to-know basis before now, but I had to return the favor,” Mr. Carr explained. “You had to what?” “Happy birthday, Ozzie.” “You mean Ian…?” Oz trailed off. “Yes. But, I should warn you. The spell may have gone AWOL.” “What do you mean?” Mr. Carr succinctly explained about Izzy and Jayce, and then Quincy. Oz chuckled turned into a groaning laugh. I knew that noise. He wanted to play. “And the people at work just went along with it?” Oz asked. “I made it so they wouldn’t notice. And once the spell concludes, they’ll think the changes were natural and gradual.” “Once the spell concludes…” Oz was confused. Mr. Carr didn’t say anything in return. I guessed he was showing off some aspect of his physique. “That’s right,” Oz said. “Ian was faithful, so I get to change too.” “Yes, you do.” “Then forget the pot roast I offered you. It can stay there for a while. I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.” “There’s one more thing before I go,” Mr. Carr said. He whispered, so I couldn’t hear what he said. “Ian got to decide what he ended up looking like?” Oz repeated loudly. “Did he ever. I haven’t seen the final result myself, but I was there when he requisitioned it.” “Ian?” Oz cried out. “Where are you?” “Waiting for you in bed,” I said as suggestively as I could. “That was Ian?” I heard nothing, so I guessed Mr. Carr was nodding. “Vinnie, get the hell out of my house. I’m going to go have sex with my husband.” Without a further word, Mr. Carr left the apartment. I posed on the bed. A black, silk blanket was draped over my lower half so only the vaguest outline of my enormity could be gleaned. My entire upper body was exposed, though. I sat upright to show off the definition of my abs. I had fluffed the hair on my pecs so it was more pronounced. I placed my hands behind my head, my biceps flexed, my gorgeous face framed and swaddled by burgeoning muscle. I expected Oz to burst through the door like a rampaging Viking, but instead, he stopped just on the other side of it, the door still closed. “Before I come in, I do have something to confess.” That didn’t sound good. “In Germany, I spent a lot of time with this guy named Jakob. He worked for me.” Oh no. “He looked just like you, but shorter, with blue eyes.” Uh-oh. “Do you remember the night I called you and broke my no phone sex rule?” Mo had thought something went down in Germany. I didn’t want him to be right. “Jakob kissed me. I transferred him out of my department the next day, but he kissed me.” Oz paused a little bit. “And I liked it.” That was it? That was his big confession? I had the memory of a seven-man orgy that included my brother, and Oz was worried about a kiss that he didn’t even initiate? “Do you forgive me?” he asked. “For what?” I said plainly. “You did nothing wrong.” “Really?” “Really. Now, get in here and unwrap your birthday present.” Without further delay, Oz opened the door, and his jaw dropped. He staggered to the foot of the bed to drink me in. I, meanwhile, drank him in. He was wearing a long-sleeved black Henley and jeans: his comfy travel clothes. They didn’t fit the way that I was used to; he had lost a little of his belly in Germany—I knew he hadn’t been eating. He never ate when he got obsessed in his work. His hair had gotten noticeably greyer, but it was still mostly black. He was still my Oz. My lovely, bearish, handsome, adorable, beaming Oz. My heart melted. “When you said your body was my birthday present, I didn’t think you meant this.” “It’s all for you, and only you,” I told him. Oz quickly tore off his clothes. I had missed that body so much. His big pecs, broad shoulders, furry body. And his cock was already up to its full 5.5 thick inches. His body hair was speckled with grey. He’d told me it was, but he didn’t tell me how hot it looked. “Where do I start?” he asked. “Wherever you want,” I replied. He crawled onto the bed and straddled my abs in a kneeling position. His ass landed on my cock. “That definitely got bigger.” “Everything got bigger,” I said. “One thing at a time,” he returned. He put one hand to each side of my face and began stroking my beard. I put my arms down and lifted my chin to give him easier access. I smiled like a well-fed lap cat as he played with my beard. Just as I thought, the beard was thick enough to trap his fingers as he stroked it. “Couldn’t stand me being the only one with a beard, huh?” Oz said playfully. “You tried to get me to grow one when we first got married, but I couldn’t. Now I can.” “This beard is a work of art. That pathetic excuse for a beard was a kindergartener’s scribblings.” He leaned in and kissed me. It was sweet, and sensual, and slow. I shifted my legs and encircled him with my arms to pull him in closer. His tongue found his way into my mouth. His left hand stayed in my beard. His right ventured around to the back of my head. For a few minutes, all we did was kiss deeply and passionately, our facial hair creating a pleasant friction between us. When he broke off the kiss, I could see that Oz’s cock was twitching with excitement. Never one to rush through foreplay, though, he guided my arms from behind his back to in front of my chest. He began kissing, licking and fondling my arms. “They’re bigger than my head,” he said, in between devotions to my biceps. Before he could react, I slid my hands under his armpits and cleanly picked him up. “The better to lift you with, my dear.” All of Oz’s 200+ pound bulk hovered over my body. He nearly swooned. Regaining his senses, he tapped my hands, telling me to put him down. As soon as he was straddling my waist again, he steered my arms until they were above my head. He was no longer tall enough to hold them there while sitting eye to eye with me, so I just held them above my head for him. His face traveled down to my exposed armpit hair, thick with manly fur. “They’re impossibly deep,” Oz said, exploring the cavern of my armpit with his index finger. I hadn’t noticed because there was so much hair there. His nose crept into the carpet and nuzzled it; he inhaled deeply. “What cologne are you wearing?” he asked, practically in a growl. “None,” I answered. “That’s all me.” “That is intoxicating.” “And I showered an hour ago.” Oz moved to the other armpit and repeated the ritual. “This one smells just as enticing.” “Imagine what they’ll smell like when I’ve worked up a sweat.” “You’ll make my head reel, Ian,” Oz said. “Sort of the point, Oz.” From my armpits, he traveled over to my chest. He tried to completely encompass my meaty right pec with both hands, but it was just too big. As he marveled at its size, I flexed, blowing it out to more enormous proportions. “You weren’t flexing?” he said. He tried to move his hands, but my flex had trapped his left hand in the crevasse between the twin plateaus of my chest. His hand was caught down to the last knuckle. He tried to wriggle free, but I would not let him go. He looked up at me with a childish smile, and I looked at him with a fiendish smirk. “You’ll have to earn your hand back,” I told him. With his free right hand, he began tickling my nipple. Then lightly flicking it. Then gently twisting it. It grew hard in his hand. It felt so good, I had to release him. Encouraged, he moved down my chest, kissing everything as he traveled, until he reached my abs. He had to inch his ass back a little to get a full view. He felt my abs one by one with his hands. “Insane,” he said. “Maddening,” I confirmed. “And that waist…” he trailed off, astounded that my waist was about the same size as his own. I was taller than him with muscles twice as big, and my thick, muscular waist was as narrows as his, and he’d slimmed down some. “Courtesy of Quincy,” I said. Oz continued to appreciate my abs. “It’s harder than marble. Or steel,” Oz said. “Tell me you’re flexing these.” I tensed my abs, and they came into starker relief. “This is unreal,” Oz said. “No. This is,” I responded, going into a vacuum pose. My stomach drew in until it was beyond waspishly small. It looked incapable of supporting my upper half. Oz’s cock vibrated wildly until cum shot out. “Don’t worry,” Oz said as I relaxed the pose. “I’ve been stockpiling. I’ve got one or two more in me, easy.” “You are home and in bed with me,” I reassured him. “That’s all I care about.” “Do I dare see what’s behind the curtain?” he said, tugging slightly at the sheet. “I have an idea,” I said. “Stand up and turn around.” “Why?” “Trust me. You’re gonna like it.” Oz complied, and I got out of bed. I wrapped the sheet around my waist and secured it. “Turn around,” I told him. Oz had no idea how much taller I’d gotten. He walked closer to me, and when he got as close as he could before my pecs got in the way, he looked up. My 6’5” husband had to look up to see me. I was five inches taller than him. The top of his head only came up to my nose. “I’ll admit, I see the appeal of being the shorter guy,” he said, raising his arms up to my shoulders. I took a step back and reefed up the bottom of the sheets, tucking them into the waist. This way, my cock stayed well hidden, but my legs were on full display. “How do you walk with those things?” Oz asked. So, I strutted down to the bathroom door and all the way back. “Oh, my husband has that bodybuilder waddle. I love that waddle. And my husband has it.” “I made sure of it.” Before I even finished my sentence, Oz was down on his knees, feeling up my left thigh. “I have never seen a leg this big in my life. It is tremendous.” I flexed it, and it grew bigger. “Stop that!” Oz said, play-slapping me. “Every time you flex, you’re somehow twice as big as you are.” “I like that. I’m twice as big as I am.” I looked down to shower Oz with a smile, but he was so close to my legs that I couldn’t see him. My pecs blocked my view of all but his bare feet sticking out the back. “Stay where you are, and look up,” I said. “Holy hell,” Oz aid. “All I see are your pecs. I can’t see that gorgeous face. Your pecs are just so big. They’re planets.” “Care to see the moon?” I asked. Oz stood up and took a few steps back. “Yes. Very much, please.” Still holding the sheet in front of my cock, I dropped it from my ass and slowly turned around. “Oh, you do know what I like. Your back has all those ridges and valleys, and your ass is round and muscular and perfect.” After a pause, he added, “Can I touch it?” I tried to look over my shoulder, but my shoulder allowed me only a partial view. “Do whatever you want with it.” Oz was back down on his knees, and I felt both his hands on my ass. He was caressing it, squeezing it, rubbing it. Suddenly, I felt a wetness and could tell that Oz was licking it, getting closer and closer to the crack. He tried to pry my cheeks apart, but they weren’t moving for him, so I rotated my hips and spread them myself. Oz’s tongue darted into my asshole so fast that I gasped in shock. “Finally,” he said between licks. “I made you gasp. Turnabout is fair play.” It felt insanely good. I’d lived through half a dozen lurid fantasies in the past two weeks, but I hadn’t had any real sexual contact in six months. Feeling my husband’s tongue on my hole, his beard on my cheeks, all of the pleasure centers of my brain lit up, and my cock began getting hard, raising the black sheet with it. “Who’s going to top tonight?” I asked. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, pulling away from my ass. “You are. I’ve never been the smaller man before.” “I’ve always had the bigger cock,” I said. “You know what I mean. I have to take my chance while it presents myself.” “Then, we’re going to have to start the main event,” I said. “I’m about to burst, and already at full mast.” I heard Oz rise to his feet and jump into bed. “Then let’s see what we’re working with here.” When I turned to face him, my cock was sticking straight out in front me, draped in the black sheet. “Thank you,” Oz said. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you for this.” I dropped the sheet, and my 15-inch cock and gargantuan balls came into full view. Oz’s breathing picked up. He was on the verge of panting. “It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.” “Practically three times bigger than your equipment.” “You’re never going to be able to wear pants again.” “If you insist,” I teased. Oz grabbed a bottle of lube and began getting himself ready. I grabbed a larger bottle of lube and began running it all over my cock. “Should we put down a towel?” Oz asked. “Wouldn’t help. We’re probably going to need a new mattress after this,” I said, stirring him on. I got on the bed and lined up my cock with Oz’s hole. Our favorite position was face to face, whoever was topping on top. I put my arms to either side of his body and held myself up. I didn’t want to crush him. Yet. Just before I was about to start, Oz stopped me. “How big am I going to get?” he asked. “I have no idea. My subconscious makes those decisions, just like Cheryl’s did.” “How tall are you?” “6’10”,” I said. “And your cock?” “15 inches.” “And your weight?” “400.” “I’m going to be a monster, aren’t I?” He sounded a little scared. “Depends on what my subconscious wants.” I moved to enter him, but Oz stopped me. “This is really fun for the bedroom, but we’re going to have to leave it at some point.” “And everyone will think we got this way slowly and perfectly naturally. Sure, we’ll have to get some clothes tailor-made. Sure, we’ll likely have to do some renovation so we can fit through the doors easily, but we won’t be social pariahs or anything. You can still run your company. I can still go to work. We’ll just be magnified versions of ourselves.” I bent down and kissed him on his cheek. “I love you. My subconscious wouldn’t do anything to make you unhappy or that puts you in danger.” “What if…” he hesitated severely. “What if I get younger?” “What if you do?” “You don’t know what it’s like having a husband half your age. Especially because of my money, people laugh at me and mock and call me a cradle robber. And worse. If I end up looking 35—or even younger—it will confirm every fear I’ve ever had about our relationship.” I got off of Oz and sat up, my cock sticking out over my lap obscenely. “Do you know how this spell works on the recipient?” “Yeah, you get hotter, and your sex drive gets amped up, and you get punished if you cheat.” “That’s only part of it. Every time I touched someone who wanted to have sex with me, I got to experience in my mind exactly how they would have sex with me. In intense, real-life detail.” “Really?” Oz lifted himself up, resting on his elbows. “I haven’t so much as shaken hands with a woman for two weeks out of utter fear of having to live through that.” Oz laughed. “I had to stop going to my favorite coffee shop.” “But you loved flirting with that barista,” Oz actually sounded sad for me. “And I had a lunch meeting with Vernon Bailey.” Oz scowled. “I told you that asshole was no good.” “I even had a vision of two whole years in which you divorced me and I married someone else.” “What?” “Yeah. That was a tough one.” “I had no idea.” “I’ve been tempted by a man half my age, a bodybuilder, and a god-damn porn star. I had visions of intense romance, raw sexual aggression, and an orgy.” “Whoa.” “And I didn’t cheat on you. I chose you. If I wanted someone else, I’d have him by now. Oz, if I didn’t want you, I could’ve left you before I became the god of muscle and sex.” I leaned in so I was making skin to skin contact with Oz. “I want you. When we fuck, you’ll still be you. The man I love. The man I married 15 years ago. You’ll just be a bigger version of him.” I kissed him on the forehead. “But if you’re scared, we’ll wait until you’re ready.” “You’d do that for me?” “I’ll be masturbating a thousand times a day, but, yeah I’d do that for you.” Oz lay back down on the bed and said, “Fuck me like it’s my birthday and we haven’t seen each other in six months.” 31 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vinx84 Posted May 1, 2020 Share Posted May 1, 2020 Brilliant. Hope this is not the end Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aray31 Posted May 1, 2020 Share Posted May 1, 2020 Amazing, instant classic. Even if it doesn't continue (which I hope it finishes with a huge explosion of muscle with big bear oz) Its perfect. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jockstudboy Posted May 1, 2020 Share Posted May 1, 2020 This journey has been INCREDIBLE! Thank you very much for your wonderful writing talent! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted May 1, 2020 Share Posted May 1, 2020 2 hours ago, TQuintA said: “And I didn’t cheat on you. I chose you. If I wanted someone else, I’d have him by now. Oz, if I didn’t want you, I could’ve left you before I became the god of muscle and sex.” I leaned in so I was making skin to skin contact with Oz. “I want you. When we fuck, you’ll still be you. The man I love. The man I married 15 years ago. You’ll just be a bigger version of him.” I kissed him on the forehead. “But if you’re scared, we’ll wait until you’re ready.” This was so freaking sweet. Their love it's for the ages. If this is teh end then it's the eprfect oen for this story. Beautiful, sweet and incredibly hot. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigger Posted May 2, 2020 Share Posted May 2, 2020 I loved every bit of this story. If you have other stories you plan on writing or that you’ve written across the web, I’d be interested to read them. Big big love for sharing this amazing piece of art and erotica with us! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jtchef2 Posted May 2, 2020 Share Posted May 2, 2020 This story is absolutely amazing! You have a brilliant mind! I can't wait to see where Oz's size goes too. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted May 2, 2020 Share Posted May 2, 2020 Glorious Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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TQuintA Posted May 4, 2020 Author Share Posted May 4, 2020 Chapter 46 I was so raring to go that I had almost forgotten to get Oz good and ready. Now that everything was full steam ahead again, I began by working my index finger into Oz’s hole. “Damn,” he said. “Even that’s bigger.” “Everything’s bigger,” I reminded him. After years of practice, one finger was nothing for Oz, so I moved up to two, and then three. Oz squirmed pleasantly as he waited for the main event. By the time I had all five fingers in, Oz was glowing with heat and sweat. “Let’s do this,” he said, giving me the go ahead. I placed the well-lubricated, pre-soaked tip of my cock at the edge of his hole and just held it there for a second. The warmth was pleasant and welcoming, like I was coming home after a long time away, and not the other way around. Bracing myself with my left hand, I guided my cock in with my right. I’d fucked Oz a thousand times before, but with my growth, the choreography was all different, and he was now impossibly tight. It felt like I was fucking him for the first time. When the head of my cock got through Oz’s sphincter, he audibly gasped. “You are officially the thickest thing I have ever taken.” “You’re welcome,” I said. Slowly, I pushed myself in a little bit at a time. The sensation was intoxicating, but I had been waiting for this too long to make it a rush job. Both of my hands were free now, so I held his shoulders and kissed his face, neck, and chest. It felt so good to have Oz in my arms again. I wanted this to last forever. By the time I was about a third of the way in, Oz began quivering and shaking; I had given his prostrate a lot of stimulation. The stream of cum that came out of the end of his cock confirmed my suspicion. “We still good?” I asked “Have you cum yet?” he asked in turn, panting ever so slightly. “You’ll know when I have.” “Then we’re still good,” he said. I worked my cock in further and further, pulling it out a little bit, then pushing it almost imperceptibly further in. I moved my hands behind his head and lifted him up to me. Feeling our chests press against each other, our beards collide, our tongues reunite after months apart—I was in heaven. My cock sang in growing expectation. Oz pulled his mouth away from mine to kiss my biceps, alternating between left and right, slowly crossing the continent of my chest, intermittently kissing me sweetly on the lips. After ten minutes of this, I couldn’t get any further into Oz. I was as deep as I could go. I could tell I wasn’t all the way in, but since I couldn’t see down past my pecs, I had no way of knowing how far in I’d gotten. “How much of me is out?” I asked him. Oz reached his hand down and felt my shaft. “Three inches, about,” he said. “It’s so thick.” Oz almost seemed disappointed. “We were so close.” “We’ll get there,” I assured him. “Eventually.” Now that I knew where to draw the line, I began to pick up speed. Laying Oz back down on the bed, I held the headboard and began thrusting in and out, in and out, faster and faster. “I’ve needed this,” Oz said between grunts. “I’ve so desperately needed this.” I wanted to tell him I loved him and missed him and had been waiting for this for half a year, but I had moved past the ability to speak. I had become my cock, thrusting in and out, dedicated only the feeling of friction and electricity. In the moment, it felt like time had ceased to have any meaning. It was instantaneous and eternal. No time at all passed; galaxies were born and died. The universe had collapsed into just Oz and me as I rejoined. Suddenly, the dam broke. I stared deeply into Oz’s eyes as I reached climax. Over the past two weeks, I’d had dozens of orgasms, but they all paled in comparison to this one. Disembodied, amorphous colors floated in front of my eyes. My brain exploded in fireworks. My muscles tensed into a rictus of sheer passion. My feet dug into the mattress. I nearly tore the headboard off the bed, the wood splintering in my fingers. The room reverberated with the grunts, moans, and bellows that escaped my resonant chest. I came. With such pressure and force, most of it sprayed back out of Oz and onto the bed. A fountain, a waterfall, a torrent of cum escaped me. I could feel my balls draw up and empty, I could feel the force of the cum as it pushed through all 15 inches of my cock and out my cock head. As I came, and came, and came, it felt like I might never stop. But finally, at last, I did. I collapsed next to Oz, my bulging arm cradling him, as the last few spurts trickled out of my cock. I was sated. I cannot explain the amount of contentment and peace that I felt. This one orgasm dropped my libido from a 20 back down to a 5 or a 6 where it belonged. For the first time in weeks, I felt like myself, fully in control of my faculties. I pulled my cock out of Oz, and spooned him. He wriggled pleasantly until he found a more comfortable position, and we just lay there like that for a while, entwined in each other’s arms. We didn’t care that the bed was a mess. We didn’t care about anything. We just wanted continuous physical contact with each other. I’d occasionally kiss his shoulder. He’d occasionally kiss my hands and forearms. Again, I could have stayed that way forever, but then my stomach growled. “I guess we should go have that pot roast,” I said. We got up, and without getting dressed we headed to the kitchen. Oz laughed when he saw how I had to contort to get through the bedroom door. “Yeah, we’re getting you some new doors,” he said. “We should wait until you change,” I reminded him. “You might need bigger doorways than me.” As Oz grabbed the dishes and silverware, he looked down at himself. “Why haven’t I changed yet?” he asked. “I have no idea.” I grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet and picked up the slow cooker at the same time. “You can handle that thing one-handed?” Oz said. “A trick I learned earlier today.” We sat down to a pleasant dinner. Oz told me all about his stay in Germany. I told Oz about how Mo and I figured out who had put the spell on me. “How did you learn about magic?” I asked. “Sinclair,” he answered flatly. “Your ex?” “He’d paid to have a spell cast on his restaurant, make it successful.” “People do that?” Oz shrugged. “More people would if they knew magic existed. And could afford it. Technically, though, Sinclair had the first dollar he ever made at the restaurant enchanted. He framed it and hung it over the register.” “I thought people did that because it was good luck,” I said. “Most people do. Sinclair’s is magical.” Oz took another bite. “This is incredible, Ian. You outdid yourself.” We finished dinner, and were about to retire to the living room, when we decided to clean up the bed now rather than put it off anymore. While Oz got the spare sheets and blankets, I stripped the bed. As I feared, there was an unalterable wet spot in the mattress where I came. I flipped the mattress, figuring we’d deal with it tomorrow. To my horror, the wet spot—though a much smaller version of it—persisted to the other side. “We’re going to need a new mattress after all,” I called to Oz. I waddled over to the dirty clothes hamper and felt my balls smack against my leg. “And maybe some rubber sheets,” I added. Oz came into the bedroom with the new sheets and threw them at me. “Sound investment,” he said. “But so unsexy,” I added. “You don’t think it’s sexy that you’re so virile, so bursting with cum, that we have to buy special items to protect our furniture from your manliness?” “When you put it that way,” I said. I put the sheets on the bed, and Oz fetched his luggage from the living room. “Might as well bring these in here,” he said, leaving them near the closet. The bed fully made, I hopped into it, and patted my massive, furry pec, inviting Oz to put his head on it. Oz came into bed with me, and rested his head on my pillow of a pec. I wrapped my left arm around him and put my right arm behind my head. I loved the feeling of my bicep pressing into my face. “A man could get used to this,” he said. I hummed an assent, and Oz chuckled. “What?” I asked. “Just keep talking,” Oz said. “Your chest vibrates when you talk. It’s like having one of those Magic Fingers beds.” I impersonated the mechanical vibrating noise those coin-operated monstrosities made, and Oz pealed with laughter. After I stopped, I kissed the back of Oz’s head and said, “Any time, Oz. Any time.” While I lazily stroked Oz’s chest with my hand, he said to me again, “Why haven’t I changed?” “Haven’t the foggiest,” I said. “That’s not true. I heard all the research you put into this. You have to have some sort of idea.” “Fine,” I admitted. “I have three.” “Let’s hear ‘em.” “Number one, the least likely. Something went wrong with the spell, and you’re not going to change.” “Yeah. Vinnie even hired the same caster as me, so I don’t think that’s likely.” “Number two. My subconscious thinks you’re as hot as you can possibly be, so you’re not going to change.” “I like that one. It inflates my ego.” “Yeah, but, I doubt it’s likely. These past two weeks, I learned that my subconscious is surprisingly shallow.” “Don’t do yourself a disservice. Everyone’s is.” “Believe me, I know.” “And number three?” Oz asked. “Number three. There is some other catalyst that will start your change.” “Such as?” “That’s where number three falls apart,” I said, leaning into the top of Oz’s head. “I have absolutely no idea.” Oz’s phone rang from across the room. “Ignore it,” I pleaded. “Stay in bed with me.” “It might be Germany,” Oz said. “Why do you think I said ignore it?” Oz patted my arm, asking to be let up. “I could hold you here forever, you know,” I said. “Yes, but…” Oz grabbed my cock with his right hand and squeeze, “I know your Kryptonite.” I let Oz go, and he scurried to get his phone. “It’s from Vinnie,” he said. “It’s a happy birthday text.” “Sweet. But odd,” I replied. “He saw you like twenty minutes ago. “More like four hours. It’s almost midnight.” Oz shook his head. “It ends by saying, ‘I hoped you filmed it.’ Why would Vinnie want me to film us?” “No way,” I said. I hopped out of bed and grabbed my laptop. I put it where I’d placed it earlier and started filming Oz. Oz covered his cock with both hands and said, “What are you doing?” “I just figured out the catalyst,” I cried, hopping back into bed. “What is it?” Oz said, putting his phone on his nightstand. “It’s almost midnight. Happy birthday.” 16 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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