Changing fortunes

by MuscleAndBulge

 Mark is seeking help with a relationship that has lost its spark. He is pointed in the direction of a fortune teller who has some extra skills that help Mark and Erik rekindle their love life.

Added: Jun 2021 Updated: 10 Jul 2021 6,137 words 8,030 views 4.9 stars (14 votes)

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“Come inside, Mark.”

I entered the small room, its walls covered with posters showing astrological signs, tarot cards, and other assorted mystical adornments.

A friend of mine had suggested this particular woman, vouching for her and enthusiastically repeating that she was the real deal and could probably help me with whatever problem I was having.

I took a seat across from her at a small table covered with an intricately patterned fabric. I half expected there to be a crystal ball in the middle for her to wave her hands over and peer into as she read my fortune.

Normally I wouldn’t seek out the help of a fortune-teller, but my friend had been so insistent that I visited her if for no other reason than to get him to stop pressuring me. I could only stand to benefit, even if I lost fifty bucks in the process. A small sign in the front window even announced, “satisfaction guaranteed!”

“Tell me, what can Madame Garmand help you with?” she asked. She adjusted a shawl draped over her shoulders that was also a very ornate and intricate fabric.

“Well, I’ve been having some problems in my relationship with my boyfriend. I want to know if things will get better with him or if I should move on.”

“You want to leave him?”

“No… not really. We get along well, and we share a lot of interests. Things have just gotten… stale. Like there’s no spark anymore.”

“And you want me to tell you if this spark will come back.”

“I suppose so. All I know is that if things stay the same, I’m not sure I want to stay with him.”

“I see. Would you happen to have something that he gave you? Something that was a romantic gift.”

I wasn’t expecting this. I pulled my backpack onto my lap and started searching for something. Near the bottom of the bag was a warm hat Erik had given me last autumn when my ears were cold after not dressing warm enough. It was our fourth or fifth date and we had been going out for about a month and Erik offered it to keep me warm. The next day I tried to give it back, but Erik had insisted that it looked better on me.

I handed this hat across the table and the fortune teller took it. She examined the plain hat and asked, “This is your romantic gift?” with only a hint of skepticism. I explained the story and she nodded slowly, satisfied that the item would suffice.

She laid it in the center of the table and said, “give me your left hand.” I reached out and she grasped it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. We sat there in silence for what felt like five minutes. Her eyes were moving under her eyelids as though reading something written on the other side.

She opened her eyes and looked at me as her lips formed a crooked smile.

“I have the solution to your problems.”

“You do? That was… fast.”

“It will cost you extra, but I guarantee it will work. Or I’ll refund you all the money you spent here today.”

I was little surprised. I didn’t think there would be an upsell at a fortune teller. But considering her guarantee, I figured I had come this far so I may as well see it through. At least that way I gave it an honest try.

“All right, fine.”

I pulled the cash from my wallet and handed it over to the fortune teller. She plucked it from my fingers with a bit of a flourish.

“You won’t regret it, dear.”

Then she winked and walked out of the room. I heard some rummaging, and a few things crashed in the other room. She probably lived behind the small boutique shop.

She spoke loudly from the other room. “My services sometimes go beyond your usual tarot card reading or tea leaves. You’re lucky you came to me, you’re one of the lucky ones that will benefit from my… unique skills in fashion.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, I just hoped my money wasn’t wasted on a fortune teller that was out of her mind.

She came back into the room with a small cardboard box.

“Take this home with you and wait until you’re alone to put it on. Wear it as you go about your day and that spark between you and Erik will be back before you know it. If there are any problems, or you aren’t completely happy, you can find me here.”

I was intrigued and started opening the box, but Madame Garmand stopped me. “Wait until you’re home to open it! Now go, I have another client waiting.” And she shooed me out the door. Slightly confused, I got on the next bus and headed for home.

Once back at the apartment, I gave in to my curiosity. I pulled the small box out of his backpack and opened it. Some tissue paper was wrapped around whatever was inside. I had guessed it was something to wear, but what would fit inside such a small box?

Pulling back the paper, what was inside was a jockstrap. It was a navy blue, very similar in color to the hat I had shown the fortune teller. I held it in my hands, a little shocked at what I had spent the extra money on. What had the fortune teller seen that made her think this would be the salvation of my relationship with Erik?

I set aside the doubts in my head and followed the instructions. I undressed and put on the new garment. Stepping in front of the mirror to get a better look, I found there were two buckles, one on each hip. The pouch was a stretchy material that held my junk in place.

Turning around in front of the mirror, I found a handwritten product tag hanging from the waistband.

For those seeking more. Moisture wicking fabric. Buckles for easy undressing. Washing may cause shrinking.

Interesting product information. Not like I could read the selling points before buying it.

It was early in the afternoon, and I figured I should go to the gym before Erik got back from his 9-to-5 office job. With the summer nearly here, I didn’t bother changing at the nearby gym, instead just walking over in workout clothes.

I did my usual exercise routine. I had made some small gains in the few months since I started working out. I listened to music and zoned out while I moved from one machine to the next. I was working up a sweat today, probably because of the warmer weather.

As I continued working out, I found that I was pushing more weight than in previous weeks, adding more and more weight as I went. I must be getting stronger than I thought! Maybe I wasn’t pushing myself hard enough before.

I was now on the leg press machine when I started to notice something was off. I was pushing two more plates than I was last week! And I wasn’t struggling nearly as much!

The last exercise on my list is preacher curls. I loaded up my usual weight, but it took hardly any effort! I added more weight, probably more than I should be attempting. I stepped into the machine and started pulling. It was a struggle, but I was able to do ten full reps of this weight that should not be possible for me to handle.

While I was resting between sets, I made eye contact with a sweaty, muscular hunk. I gave him a node and he nodded back at me. I tried another set with this weight, and I somehow managed to get 15 reps!

That was the last set of my workout, so I whipped the sweat off the machine and made my way to the doors. It wasn’t until I was walking past a wall of mirrors that I realized the sweaty hunk I had seen earlier was just my reflection! I had grown bigger muscles while I was working out!

I was in shock as I inspected the changes in the mirror. I must have gained 30 pounds! I turned and started flexing, aghast that it was my own reflection that showed such a physique.

My mind was reeling. I made my way home. When my shirt and shorts felt tighter during my workout, I assumed my sweat was causing the fabric to stick to my skin. But as I walked home, I could feel the shorts tightening around my bigger thighs. The sleeves on my t-shirt were bunching around my upper arms. Was I still growing?

Some drivers were turning their heads as they drove by. I picked up the pace so I wouldn’t cause an accident.

By the time I got home, my clothes were skin-tight. You could see my substantially bigger muscles through the fabric. I peeled them off and looked in the mirror where I had stood just a couple hours prior with far less muscle packed on my frame. I now looked like I had been a gym rat for years, almost ready to compete in a junior bodybuilding tournament. I had definitely grown since I left the gym. But after spending fifteen minutes looking over the changes in the mirror, I could say for sure that the growth has stopped.

This must have something to do with the underwear Madame Garmand had sold me. I was thrilled with the changes and the hardon I sported under the stretchy material agreed. But I wondered how much bigger I would get. How much bigger I wanted to get…

That’s when I heard the keys turn the lock at the front door. Erik was home, and it was time to show him how I had changed.

“Hey, I’m home. How was your day?” Erik said as he set his things on the table by the door.

“How do you think my day went?” I asked as I stepped out of the bathroom in just the new jockstrap.

“I… you… what? How did this…” he could only stammer, his brain trying to process how his boyfriend’s head was now on the body of this Adonis.

“So, you like it?” I said with my best sexy voice and grin.

“Yeah I do! How did this happen?”

“I talked to a friend who pointed me in the direction of someone who could help us get out of this rut our relationship has been in. I didn’t know it would be… this,” I said as I flexed my biceps.

“You’re sexy as hell now, that’s what happened! You’re like my fantasy guy come to life! You were always good-looking, but this is a whole other level!”

I saw how much Erik liked this enhanced version of my body and I went with it. “Well, come over and feel this whole other level.”

That was the only prompt Erik needed. He was all over my new body. Feeling his way over every new inch of cobblestone that covered my torso. I flexed my arms and he would gasp, feeling the peak of my bicep and swooning. It wasn’t long before we were making out on the bed, with his body on top of mine. It felt like he was trying to feel every inch of me with as much of his body as possible. Things got steamier as time went on. With all the groping and flexing, I was starting to heat up and get sweaty.

Erik pulled away from our make out session and looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. “Flex your arms again.”

“You want to see your big man’s muscles again,” I said in my sexy voice and threw my arms up in a double bicep pose.

Erik looked a little shocked. “You’re getting bigger!”

I jumped up and stood in the mirror next to the closet. He was right, I was now just as big as some of the biggest guys I had ever seen at the gym.

“Tell me exactly what happened today.”

I retold the events of the day in detail.

“So, this jockstrap is making your muscles grow?”

“It must be, given all the things the fortune teller said. You did go wild when you saw my bigger size.”

“And you do look sexy as hell in nothing but this jockstrap.” Erik was now standing next to me, looking me over in the reflection with a sultry smile. His hand was rubbing my abs, which now formed deep lines showing an eight pack most seasoned gym-goers would die for.

I looked down into Erik’s eyes. “Do you want me to take this off and we can really get it on?”

“Hell no! I want you bigger!”

I was a little surprised at this, but the more I experienced these growth spurts, the more I liked them.

“How big do you want me to get?” I said in my bedroom voice. I walked over and sat on the bed, sinking into the mattress more due to my increased weight.

“I want to see how big you can get. But first I want to test something. I think I know how this growth thing works.” He walked out of the room and returned a minute later with a measuring tape. He wrapped it around my arm. “20 inches! That’s already pretty huge!”

“All right. What do you need me to do now?”

“Do some jumping jacks or run in place. I want you to get sweaty again.”

I did what Erik told me. I started doing jumping jacks while he admired my rippling muscles as they flexed and moved through the motion. After a few minutes of this, sweat was beading on my skin, and after another few minutes Erik told me to stop. He wrapped the tape around my arm again “21 inches! I knew it!” Then he was looking at the tape more closely. “You’re still growing! You’re up another quarter inch from just a minute ago. Take the jockstrap off!”

I once again did as I was told and slid it down my legs with some difficulty getting over my blown-up butt and thighs.

Another measurement revealed the growth had halted.

“That must be it then. You grow when you’re wearing this and sweating.”

“Eureka! What do we do with this newfound discovery?” I asked while bouncing my pecs and waggling my eyebrows.

“Put this back on, then let’s get you sweaty again!” This new, commanding side of Erik was surprising, but I liked it.

I slipped the undergarment back on and as soon as I was done Erik pushed me to try to get me on the bed. It didn’t work, as I now outweighed him by at least a hundred pounds, but I played along and fell backwards for him. He straddled my midriff and his hands wandered all over my body.

We were making out again while Erik rubbed his hard cock over my abs, bumping his ass into my erection that was trapped inside the pouch of the magic jockstrap. With the making out and rubbing, combined with Erik laying on top of me, it didn’t take long for me heat up and start sweating again. Slowly my muscles crept up in size. I couldn’t see but I could feel larger muscles fighting for space on my frame. It took Erik longer and longer rub the entire surface of my swollen pecs.

Erik stopped kissing me and pushed himself up to look at my face.

“Let me fuck you. My fantasy has always been to fuck a huge muscle stud.”

“Anything you want, big guy.” This was my pet name for Erik in the bedroom. I was taller than him at an even 6 feet tall where he was 5’8”. But the nickname was due to his dick that was a surprising 9 inches long. I wasn’t a size queen but judging by today’s events it seemed as though Erik was definitely some sort of muscle queen.

Erik jumped off of me to get the lube. While he did that I looked into the mirror from my position on the bed, and I was now definitely the size of a heavyweight champion, just as big as the Mr. Olympia competitors. I used my finger to guide a drop of sweat down the deep channel between my pecs, down further between the trenches of my abs, and onto the waistband of the underwear. Looking into the mirror, there was a subtle but noticeable surge of growth. Now I would definitely win the title of Mr. Olympia if I wanted to.

Erik had retrieved what he was looking for and I raised my legs so he could get to his goal. With me on my back and everything lubed up, Erik started to push big dick into my waiting hole. I shivered as the inches filled me. I was enjoying every moment of it. The growth only added to the experience, the feeling was intoxicating. I was surprised to find that I was turned on by the strength and size of my newly enhanced muscles.

Erik was now balls-deep inside me and started to slowly move in and out. As he did so I would flex different parts of my body. This drove us both wild. My chest was sticking out on top of my chest and each time I looked at Erik I could see less of him, with more of my field of vision being taken up by my growing pectorals.

Erik leaned forward and started licking my nipples. This sent a shockwave of pleasure down my spine. They were never this sensitive before. My pecs being bigger than the size of my head must have changed that. I instinctively moved my head side to side, but my trap muscles had grown so big that it was limiting how far I could move.

I closed my eyes to let the feelings wash over me.

I could feel the growth surge a little bit. I opened my eyes and looked down as far as I could. Erik was using his hands to guide the sweat on my skin down to the waistband to accelerate the growth.

These waves of growth came with waves of pleasure. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer. “I’m… gonnaa… cummmm,” I breathed out.

A moment later, a dark spot was blossoming on the fabric of the pouch as my stiff 6-inch cock jerked and twitched under its fabric confines.

Then a new wave of pleasure hit me like nothing before.

My twitching rod started to lengthen and grow. Both our eyes widened in shock. Erik completely stopped moving. Another spurt of cum erupted from my dick, this one larger than the last, and again my cock grew longer and thicker, my balls swelling to the size of chicken eggs. I was lost in these new feelings of growth. Another, larger spurt of cum grew the dark spot on the underwear, and again my dick grew larger. It was now bigger than Erik’s once-larger phallus and it wasn’t slowing down.

It continued to creep up in size. “It has to be over 11 inches!” Erik yelled excitedly. He pulled out and grabbed the tape measure, lining it up with my dick. “12 inches!” He was so excited by this turn of events. “You’re now a member of the footlong dong club!” My dick let out one last huge eruption. I moaned as the pleasure of my dick swelling wracked my body.

The underwear expanded to cover the growing member. My dick swelled and swelled. “Holy fuck. It’s now 18 inches long,” Erik said in a raspy voice. He started rubbing his hard dick against my growing python. He finally lost control let loose his own torrent of jizz on the underside of my dick.

Then the growth, and the pleasure, went into overdrive. My cumshots were getting bigger as my balls swelled bigger than grapefruits. My cock grew faster than ever, inching up between my massive pillowy pecs. It steadily marched on as I watched it grow past my face. I finally stopped cumming, but it wasn’t until the tip was a few inches above my head that the growth seemed to stop.

But it hadn’t. My massive cock was losing its hardness, but the size stayed the same. It was still growing as fast as it was softening. As it softened, the stretch of the underwear pulled the shaft back down over my testicles that were now the size of beach balls.

While our focus was on the huge cock that had sprung out of my groin, I was reminded that my muscles had still absorbed sweat during that time. The reminder came in the form of my decreased mobility. I tried to stand up, but my muscles were taking up so much space on my frame that it made movement difficult. My huge shoulders were now so wide that they were touching both sides of the king-sized bed. With some help from Erik, I was able to stand on my own two feet.

But between my two feet, and resting solidly on the ground, was my cock wrapped in that navy blue jockstrap. The growth had finally come to a stop. The underwear managed to envelope my gargantuan dick and somehow held everything in place.

“This… You… are incredible.”

Erik was looking over my now-enormous body. I could see a fire in his eyes and I knew this was the spark that had been missing.

“Help me get out of this thing?”

This shook Erik out of his trance. I now knew why the design of the underwear had included the buckles. I was hardly able to reach them as my muscles fought for space, but I managed to unclip the waistband. Erik helped me remove the musky cum-soaked fabric and allow my dick to sprawl out in front of me.

With his measuring tape, Erik determined that my dick was now as long as I was tall. And my back was ever wider than either of the two measurements.

“How am I going to get out of here? And what am I going to wear?”

“Well, we know this fits you,” he said as he twirled the somehow-not-destroyed underwear around his finger. “The rest we’ll figure out tomorrow. For now, let me sleep cuddled on top of my god of a boyfriend.”

I laid down on the bed and Erik nestled in on top of me. My dick crested over my huge balls that were bigger than I had been this morning and the tip laid on the floor. While I listened to Erik snore happily, I thought about my new changed body and how much I loved it.

And how much bigger I might want to get.

Rays of sun came in through the window between the curtains, showing the dust that danced silently as it fell through the air.

I stretched my arms straight out as I yawned and woke up from the best sleep I’ve had in ages. I delighted in the feeling of my huge muscles as they bulged and flexed through my stretching. Erik was already up and about, as he was the earlier bird in the relationship.

I struggled to prop myself up into a sitting position, my mobility limited by the massive mounds that were now packed onto my frame. My oversized schlong draped over my yoga ball sized balls and onto the floor. It was still hard to believe what had happened yesterday.

I stood up and walked to the door and was presented with the first problem of my new dimensions. Being as wide as a king-sized bed came with mobility issues. I turned sideways and started to shuffle through the door, but it still took some wiggling and maneuvering to fit my expanded pecs through the width of the frame. I was worried I may have gotten stuck halfway when the door jamb got wedged between huge mounds of muscle, but eventually I made it through.

Erik was gone, most likely running errands. Making coffee at this size was chore. My biceps and pecs fought for space as I tried pick this up, forcing me to resort to twisting my upper body to grab on to the tools and ingredients necessary. Even drinking the beverage now required a straw because my hand couldn’t quite reach my face.

As I sat on the creaking, groaning couch and watched TV, I could feel some stiffness start to be released around my neck. A couple minutes later, I instinctually brought the coffee mug to my lips and took a sip without the straw. That’s odd, I couldn’t do that earlier. Perhaps I was getting used to the enlarged size.

But when I looked back to the TV screen, I saw the head of my cock was being pulled towards me, as though it were a fishing line being reeled in. I got up and went to the bathroom, without getting stuck. I looked into the mirror and saw that my once gargantuan muscles were now smaller. Still huge, but smaller. And they continued to lose size as I watched, unable to understand what was happening. I had mixed feelings as I watched the slow shrinking of my muscles. On the one hand, it was a pain to maneuver the world at such a hulking size. On the other, I really like being a huge muscle beast.

Erik entered the apartment, and I called for.

“What’s happening! Why are you shrinking!?”

“I don’t know! It started a few minutes ago and I don’t know how to stop it.” The reflection now showed a man the size of a 300-pound bodybuilder, with a 2-foot dick the circumference of a soda bottle.

In my head I was going over everything I could remember from yesterday. “Where did you go just now?” I asked Erik.

“I was just at the laundromat across the street. We desperately needed clean clothes, and everything smelled after what happened last night.”

Then it clicked. I picked up the product tag that I left on the dining table, showed it to Erik, and pointed to one of the bullet points.

“Washing may cause shrinking!” he said as he looked up to me. I could tell he wasn’t thrilled about my changing body composition.

“I guess you put that jockstrap in the washing machine, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s being washed as we speak.”

I was now the size of an Olympic gymnast, with a 14 incher between my legs.

“Don’t be sad, we’ll probably be able to do this all over again! Besides, how was I going to go about daily life when I was bigger than the hulk and more hung than a blue whale?”

“I guess so…” Erik was so dejected. He looked like a kid who was just told why couldn’t have ice cream for dinner.

My body finally stopped shrinking. “I guess the laundry is being washed.”

Looking myself over, I wasn’t completely back to the way I was. There was still some muscle on me, and my dick was definitely a couple inches bigger than usual, closer to Erik’s impressive natural size. I had a swimmer’s build, muscled but not big.

“I guess the machine didn’t do a very good job,” I said to Erik then winked. I could see the gears in his head turning. He was planning something.

A devious smile split his face. “Pack your things, we’re going to spend the weekend at my parent’s cottage.


The cottage was a classic log cabin that sat on the edge of a small lake shared with no one else. It was a remote location with the next closest neighbour being miles away. It was Erik’s family’s remote getaway surrounded by forest and pristine nature. After following the long, winding dirt road from the highway to the cottage, we unpacked our supplies.

Being outside the air-conditioned car and hauling our supplies into the cottage guaranteed some more muscle growth. Erik stood back and watched, ensuring that all the sweaty labour was done by me. Although with every trip between the car and the cottage, our supplies started to feel lighter and lighter. My medium t-shirt was now starting to look like a second skin. My broad shoulders pulled the sleeves higher up my arms. The sleeves bunched up over my larger biceps and triceps, causing the sleeves to only cover my shoulder muscles. My chest had thickened and caused the fabric to stretch and pull under my arms. My pecs now took up more space than the t-shirt was designed for, and the lowest two rows of my abs were now exposed, causing my once loose t-shirt to look more like a crop top. My shorts were fairing no better, with my muscle butt taking up space and causing the hem of the shorts to climb higher. The bulge stuck out in front of me as far as my shelf-like pecs, creases appearing around my pelvis as my shorts tried desperately to maintain their shape.

Standing by the front of the cottage, Erik stood there and drank in my form and admired the musculature as I finished the last load of supplies. Erik then walked up to me and cupped my substantial bulge with his hands and whispered “Let’s get you out of those clothes” with a sultry look.

I instinctively reached down to start pulling my shirt over my head, but Erik grabbed my hands and said “ah ah ahh” and wagged his finger at me. I gave him a confused look.

“You won’t be taking off your clothes that way.”

He then pointed to the woodpile next to the cabin. There was no way we would need a fire to warm up the cabin in this heatwave, but my brain made the connection and I understood what he wanted.

I proceeded to swagger over to the stump with the axe stuck in it. I pulled the axe out and set up a log to swing at. I set to work splitting wood, bending low to show Erik my round, muscled ass every time I needed pick up another log. Swing after swing in the beating sun of the early afternoon works up quite the sweat. Before long, the clothes I’m wearing start to pop and strain around my growing muscles. The sleeves bunched around my biceps began to split. Soon after, the seams along my torso split, leaving the shirt hanging around my neck like a bib, only covering the deep valley between my thick pecs.

My shorts were uncomfortably tight, but I know this discomfort won’t last long. My thighs and ass were taking up more and more space in the legs of my shorts, leaving less room for my bits up front. But I keow how to relieve some pressure. For the next log, I squatted down as deep as I can, nearly touching the ground with my ass. With a loud rip, the pants split right down the middle, from back to front. The pouch of my jockstrap tumbled out and made contact with the ground between my feet, sending shivers up my spine. As I lifted myself out of the squat, my quads flare and rip the inseams, releasing the pressure my clothes put on my lower half.

I walked back over to Erik with a smile on my face. He was biting his lower lip as he watched me move towards him in nothing but the tattered remains of my clothing. When I was a few feet away from him, his smile turned mischievous. His hands were crossed over his chest.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

He took a step forward to close the gap between us. His hands moved down to the pouch of my jockstrap and he proceeded to rub his hands over my protruding bulge. His arms had been crossed because he wanted his hands in his armpits, collecting sweat. I gave a mock gasp of incredulity as my muscles were hit with an intense wave of growth. The clothes that remained around my neck and hips started to groan as my muscles start to stretch them beyond their limits. Erik groped at my chest as it expanded before his eyes.

“So this was your plan all along,” I said with one eyebrow raised.

“Maybeee,” he said as he wrapped himself around my growing form. I thought he was hugging me to feel all my muscles swell, which may have been partially true. But just like the previous night, I could feel his hands guiding the sweat from my wide back into the waistband of the jockstrap, all while he grinds his hard dick into my bulge.

The stimulation from the growth mixed with Erik’s grinding caused me to get hard too. Erik pulled his pants down, revealing his stiff member before continuing. My own stiffening member reached down to my knees. Erik was going absolutely wild, trying as hard as he could to force me to grow. He could no longer touch his hands together behind my back, my chest and lats too thick to allow it. When he realized this, he opted to bury his face into the deepening crevice between my pecs.

Erik, who hadn’t orgasmed since last night, was first to release load. He of course aimed it at my crotch to ensure our growth saga continued to his liking. Once again, my dick started to swell. Erik held it down by straddling it between his legs. Meanwhile, I was on cloud nine, letting the pleasure of my growing cock wash over me. It grew thicker and longer, sticking out behind Erik’s back by at least a foot.

When the growth subsided and everything settled, my cock was pulled back by the stretchy material and Erik took a step away to get a good look at me. I was now more muscled than any bodybuilder, looking more like a bodybuilder who had been morphed to inhuman proportions. My arms were now 25 inches around, dwarfing my head. My thighs were now 30 inches around, nearly as thick as my old waist size.

But the biggest change was between my legs. With my cock finally soft, and the jockstrap doing its best to hold everything, the pouch had to be at least the size of a yoga ball.

Erik stood looking at me with wonder in his eyes. I was becoming his dream come true, and I loved being the one to make that dream come true for him. Becoming masculinity incarnate was also very exciting.

“Look at you. You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen,” he said, his smile wide.

“And I’ve only just started.”

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