Change for the Better

For my part, I tried to carry on as normal. I went to work every day, did my job without any great enthusiasm and at the end of the day would returned to a quiet house filled with Gina's angry silence knowing that I was unlikely be given the chance of making up to her or be forgiven.

The strangest thing about this situation was the irony. For it seemed that as soon as I got through the front door knowing that she was somewhere in the house with those beautiful big tits but also knowing there was no possibility of us having sex was that I was instantly horny. I just couldn't explain it, as soon as I would get home, I would think about her tits and then be stricken by an overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom to have a wank to relieve myself. It got worse, ten minutes later I'd be horny again and would have to return to the bathroom. I just couldn't leave my cock alone, I seemed to be spending most of my free time thinking about her tits and wanking!

It was on the fourth day when I returned from work that I had to manoeuvre myself around a heap of packages in the hallway and then find there was no room to sit down as some bags had been tossed in a pile on the living room couch. At first, I thought that it was evidence of Gina moving out but when I looked at the boxes and bags more closely it was to see the names of women's clothing stores or Amazon wrappings. Gina, it seemed, had gone shopping mad and bought herself a whole new wardrobe. I took this as a favourable sign that she was beginning to adjust to her new circumstances. That evening, I did not see her at all, so I just sat alone on the couch not really watching TV or, when that itch overwhelmed me, of going to the bathroom.

The next morning, as I was getting my breakfast together, she suddenly walked into the kitchen dressed, beautifully made up, apparently on her way to work for the first time in days. She pointedly ignored me but gave me every opportunity to admire her dress sense. She had chosen to dress in a professional style but there was no doubting that in the process had selected clothes that showed off her new curves, almost as if she had decided to be proud of the body she now possessed.

Her red tailored skirt accentuated the contours of her ripe rear end and slim waist; above she wore a filmy white silk blouse tucked into the waistband of the skirt which showed off both her slender build and her now generous bosom. She had left the blouse unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hitherto unseen cleavage. She looked incredible and my cock leapt up to express its approval.

If she noted my reaction, the sudden stiffness inside my boxers, then it could only have been the smirk on her face when she glanced my way, however, she said nothing but just carried on with her preparations for work as if I were not even in the same room. She took a final look around the kitchen, picked up her bag and without a word left the house to go and, presumably, catch her bus to work.

I did the only thing that had been on my mind from the moment I had seen her, I dropped my boxers and with the vision of that cleavage in my head I had the most glorious wank right there in the kitchen.

As nice as it had been jerking myself to an explosive ejaculation, that morning marked the beginning of my slide down a slope of misery and humiliation. Not so for her, it was the start of her showing me a new side to her, one that was clearly based on exacting some kind of revenge for what she had assumed, quite rightly, my part in causing the changes to her body.

From that day on, she would repeat her performance of dressing in front of me in the most painfully provocative way, taunting me with her unavailability. It was excruciating, just the sight of her caused me to have a throbbing erection but at the same time, frustrated beyond measure, made worse by her continued silence and animosity toward me which guaranteed I kept my distance. Every day thereafter it was the same routine and as soon as she left the house leaving me alone, I would jerk off compulsively, running images of her through my mind, trying to satisfy my constant erections with little success.

So it continued for several weeks, Gina seemingly becoming sexier and more self-confident as she strutted around in front of me On the positive side it was good to see and also, she had begun talking to me again but only in the most matter-of-fact fashion, of mundane day-to-day matters. There was never any hints or references to our previous 'Elephant-in-the Room situation' intimate conversations being broached but I was pleased that at least she was being civil toward me.

On the downside, she started working late, and occasionally went out in the evenings without telling me where she was going. When she was at home she would often retreat to her bedroom after supper ('her' bedroom, still not 'ours') and through her bedroom door I would overhear her chatting merrily with someone. It was never loud enough for me to make out what she was saying but clearly from the laughter that punctuated the conversation, she was having fun. That hurt to know that she was sharing intimacies with others but not with me and it made my physical longing for her become even more painful which was evidenced by whenever we were in the house together that my cock was in a permanent state of arousal, I felt like a walking erection!

Meanwhile, as she was brimming over with this new vitality, I was feeling increasingly weak and tired. I also checked my weight and was alarmed to see that I had lost quite a few pounds and, it wasn't my imagination that my clothes felt loose and baggy.

Then there was the other thing. I had been taking a piss at work and, as I was wont to do, I took a glance at the guy standing at the urinal next to me who was shaking the last drops from his penis. Ordinarily I would feel a little smug, proud even, for my own cock was a thing of joy and beauty in comparison to other guys but when I saw his thick manly shaft with bushy black tufts of hair at its root and the big leathery balls I was suddenly made aware that in comparison I seemed to have shrunk.

When I got home that day, I went straight to my toolbox and found a measuring tape. I did not have worry about getting an erection as my continued obsession of Gina and her tits ensured I was in an almost perpetual state of arousal. I pulled the metal tape out and measured the length of my rock-hard cock, and read the numbers with disbelief. Normally, I would have expected to see a figure of just a little under eight inches and pleasingly fat, not so this time; I measured and remeasured, no doubt of it, it was almost two inches shorter! I wasn't able to wrap the metal tape around my cock to measure the girth but when I inspected closely I could see I had become alarmingly slender as well. My prick looked to be about the size it had been all those years ago when puberty had kicked in and I had discovered the joys of wanking. I was appalled.

I had no idea what could have caused such a dramatic change. Other than feeling a bit weaker and fatigued there were no other symptoms that suggested I was ill or sickening. For sure, since administering the powder to my previously loving partner I had been masturbating more often than what might be considered 'normal' but I had never before thought that wanking and shooting off was anything but a healthy thing to do, so it couldn't be that, could it?

Maybe Gina, having figured out that she had been 'dosed' with something, had decided to take some sort of revenge on the person she suspected of doing it ... aka, me. Had she likewise located a Oriental Medicine man and was sprinkling something in my coffee cup or spicing up the food she occasionally prepared causing me to shrink?

With that thought in mind from then on I stopped eating at home and I also became obsessed with measuring my cock, checking it constantly through the day. As the days went by, the results continued to be bad and soon I was recording a boyish looking dicklet that was under 4 inches long. The crazy thing was though, I was always horny and I constantly masturbated just like a twelve-year-old who had just learned how. It took next to nothing to set me off, I'd catch sight of Gina-or simply think about her for a few seconds-and my little prick would spring up again and I would have to stroke myself to another orgasm .... and repeat!.

It was the following week after my discovery that matters took a totally different turn. I was at work when I realised that in my rush to get the bus (I had overslept) I had left my house keys at home. Not knowing of Gina's schedule or her intentions of coming home that day, I called her at her office to check so that I could fall in with whatever time that might be. Her number was answered by a strange voice and when I asked to speak with her it was to be told, "Oh Gina, she quit a couple of months ago. She doesn't work here anymore".

I was shocked, she had never mentioned or given any hints that she had changed her job. She clearly must be employed for she went out of the house each day without fail, albeit I had noticed that her timekeeping was a bit more flexible. There certainly there hadn't been any let up with her new passion for buying new clothes (of the most provocative fashion, I noted). Hmm, all very strange, I had to find out how and why she was doing this to me.

It was two weekends later that I had my opportunity. It was a Saturday morning, Gina was still not talking to me as far as proper conversations were concerned but her anger seemed to have evaporated. Indeed, that morning she seemed positively cheerful, flouncing around the house in her panties and bra, paying me no mind at all. I suspected this performance of flaunting of her body was her way of punishing me but if this was the case, she no longer seemed vindictive about it and I certainly had no complaints although it seemed as if I had become, in her eyes, something sexually unimportant, like a female roommate. I sat on the couch and followed her progress around the house and, as ever, in her presence I had an unrelenting stiffness tenting my boxers. True to form, if she noticed, she gave no sign of it.

She finished dressing and I had to compliment her that she was breathtaking sight in her tight T-shirt, short denim skirt and knee-length boots (what I didn't add was that she looked a complete slut!). She gave me a sarcastic 'thank you and you needn't bother to wait up, I'll be late' response and left the house.

I had no idea where she might be spending her day but I was pleased to think that she would not be returning for the next couple of hours which meant I would have time to search her room ('our' old bedroom) for clues or evidence of what I suspected could be causing my predicament.

I started by looking in the waste paper basket for empty bottles or packages, but found nothing so went into the en-suite bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet, again, nothing found. I went back into the bedroom and turned my attention to her bedside table where other than a new vibrator there was nothing of any particular interest (although I did take time to sniff and give the thing a lick!) Finally, I opened the top drawer of her dresser, her underwear drawer, and I was excited to find at least a dozen neatly folded underwired bras in a whole bouquet of pretty colours. The cups looked immense. I pulled one out, and read the label on the strap: 38DD, wow!.

As I put it back, I noticed something else. At the back of the drawer was the old video camera that we had bought a few years back with the intention of using to record the exotic holidays that we had never gotten around to taking. I had quite forgotten all about it. Curious, I picked it up, flipped out the preview screen, switched it on and was bemused when it instantly came to life; my expectation was that it would be dead given it had been unused and out of action for so long.

The picture wobbled and then stabilised as if the camera had been set down on a table and I found myself looking at what appeared to be a hotel room, not one that I recognised from the one holiday that we did take. After a few seconds, a figure moved into view (I guessed it was whoever had set the camera down). It was a skinny young man in blue jeans, his shirt off showing off his narrow back as he walked toward the bed. I watched as he pulled the pillows out from under the bed-cover before wandering off out of sight. A few seconds later, another figure walked into the frame, a naked woman, with a slim waist, a firm rounded rear end and extremely large and natural-looking breasts.

It was Gina.

I felt the blood drain from my face as I realised what I was watching and what was about to happen but as disconsolate as I felt I could feel my stiff little cock straining against the fabric of my pants, hard as the dildo that I had just seen in her nightstand drawer.

On screen, Gina turned and smirked toward the camera, which allowed me to see the neat little triangle of her pubic hair which she had obviously trimmed since the last time I had been allowed to see her pussy. She leaned forward to adjust the pillows, and her breasts swung out slightly, swaying heavily as she climbed up on the bed and looked expectantly across the room. On cue, the skinny young man came back into the picture. He had stripped off so that he was naked just like Gina and I watched his skinny, narrow, tightly muscled ass as he clambered onto the bed. I failed to see the attraction, he was so skinny was but then he turned around I could see what had attracted her to him; his cock was simply huge, longer even than mine had been in my better days, and about as thick and veiny as his skinny wrists. I watched him climb up onto the bed next to my beautiful girl, and then crawl right on top of her, expertly pushing his stiff shaft into her hairy cunt. He began pumping up and down, and the way the camera was set up, I could see his swinging balls, almost hairless but heavy with sperm, slapping against my lovely girl. From the tiny speakers in the camera I heard Gina's moans of pleasure.

At this point, my state of arousal got the better of me, I couldn't help myself. I set the camera down on top of the dresser and pushed down and stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My cock although rock hard seemed smaller than ever, not much longer or thicker than my thumb. There was not sufficient 'meat' for me to wrap my fist around so I took it between thumb and forefinger and began moving them up and down in time with guy on the screen rhythmically fucking the slut on the bed. The scene changed and showed Gina on all fours, now, with her tits swinging in-phase while the unpleasant looking young man pumped his long thin cock in and out of her sloppy cunt.

I was so intently focused on the scene that I did not hear the bedroom door opening behind me or the sound of Gina's footsteps. I don't know how long she had been standing behind me, watching me rub my tiny cock to the sight of her betrayal but when she did finally speak, I whirled about, stifled a sob and, absurdly covered my erect penis that it was so small that every bit of it could be concealed with one hand, under my palm.

"And what do you think you're doing in my room?"

Her voice was calm, not angry at all, but before I could think of an answer, she walked right up to me, grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away, leaving me fully exposed with my tiny cock bobbing foolishly up and down.

"Hmm, I can see what you're doing ... well, isn't that something," she said with a distinct note of amusement in her voice."

She reached out and before I could stop her gathered my little cock in her hand and gave it a little squeeze. I felt her cool fingers close around it, and despite myself and my acute embarrassment, sighed with pleasure, as my penis disappeared completely inside her girlish fist. She moved her hand up and down a few times, quickly, and then as she heard my groan of pleasure she pulled it away from my penis, just as my orgasm spurted. However, it was hardly a spurt. One little drop of spunk popped out and dribbled and fell to the carpet like a small, glistening pearl.

Now her smile turned into suppressed laughter as she put her hand over mouth and said, "Wow, that was impressive ... not ... my little man. Not what I'd call the money shot!"

I had no answer, no response, I was crushed by a combination of shame and self-disgust. I avoided her withering gaze and picked up my discarded clothes and held them against my dribbling dicklet, hoping to hide the source of my embarrassment from further comment or criticism.

She chose not to mention it other than saying, "You seem to have enjoyed the home movie. I wondered if you might find it one day. I never thought that when you bought the camera that it would come in useful. I suppose I ought to be thanking you for that."

Still I said nothing. She continued, "And just so you know, his name is George ... that's funny, isn't it, George and Georgina, and he's older than he looks. In fact he graduated more than a year ago from Uni and, also I guess you should know, I'm carrying his baby ...."

She was looking at me with almost gleefully, gently caressing her belly. Now that she had drawn my attention to it, I could see that below those magnificent breasts her tummy did appear to be a little swollen, that seemingly she was indeed pregnant and just starting to show.

She went on. "... and I don't want you to worry; he's said he's going to make an honest woman of me and we're going to get married which means he's going to live here. Of course ... that doesn't mean you have to move out. I don't mind at all if you stick around."

That was very generous of her I thought given up to then I had been paying half the rent!

She brightened suddenly, as if remembering something, "Oh, I don't want you to think that I'm ungrateful for all you've done, I've bought you a thank-you present."

Gina left the room for a moment, and came back holding a small paper bag which I recognised having the logo of the lingerie shop I knew that she had been frequenting (I knew because the same logo was on the labels of some of the underwear that I had been recently fondling in the drawer where I had found the camera). She opened and pulled out a rather pretty lavender coloured bra, very much like one of those in her drawer but clearly, several sizes smaller. She handed to me and, I looked at it, confused.

"You really are so stupid, aren't you? Did you think that I wasn't going to figure out what has been going on, why my breasts have grown like they have, you pathetic little wanker. Don't tell me you don't know? I figured it out weeks ago."

I was lost for words. How could she have known or even suspected my involvement.

She sighed loudly, "Well, you've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer, have you? That powder you put on me... didn't it occur to you to wear gloves when you were pawing at my tits in bed all those months ago?"

What the hell was she talking about? (Don't answer that, clearly she knew exactly what she was saying).

She paused briefly to gauge my reaction which only achieved confirmation of my ignorance. "I thought so," she said, nodding. "You shouldn't have left that tin laying around after you finished with it, it had the address of the shop where you bought it. I went there to find out what the hell the stuff was but the guy in the shop would only say that it was very good, that it makes people more 'womanly'. When I asked him what that meant he said something about, that goes for men, as well as women. He said it was ancient Chinese medicine that the emperors used to have his concubines take to make them more sexy and it was also used to turn his male servants into proper Eunuchs, that it changed them from men in women. He said any man who touched this stuff would have his dick shrink away to nothing and he, or rather, 'she' would develop a fine pair of tits of her own. I believe, if my guess is correct, you had that stuff all over your bare hands, and then when we had sex you probably rubbed it into your big fat dick as well. You most probably got as much on yourself as me and, serves you right for being such a complete prat!"