Chapter 2
The alarm was beeping repetitively in the most obnoxious pitch. Rolling over I smacked it into silence while relishing the last bit of comfortable warmth. Since I was more of a morning person John was still sleeping soundly beside me. Slipping from the cozy warmth and comfort I padded in my sleep shirt around the bed to the door. Before exiting I did my morning ritual, two kisses on my husband’s sleeping temples singing a silly little song.
“Gray hair, gray hair, come back when he doesn’t care.â€Â
It was a circular trip to the shower, first a brief stop to potty then into the kitchen to start the coffee, back to the steaming shower. John was the one that always sung in the shower while I preferred to enjoy the quiet sounds of water hitting tile. Washing my shoulder length mousey brown hair and leaving conditioner in I turned to shaving my legs. Why is it that every other day one must shave to avoid looking like an ape? As the razor moved easily I pondered the hair follicles. They did not even really serve much purpose in this day and age; really they should just die off. Next I turned my razor to my underarms and thought the same thing with each swish of the pink bladed plastic.
Rinsing off I realized my arms were not even tired from the work out yesterday. Looking at my right bicep I flexed it and was shocked to see the skin move and tighten. Perhaps all I needed to do was stick with it and I could change. Hidden inside me was an attractive woman who could make her husband interested in her. I could feel her tapping on my skin, trying to break out. While I dried off I vowed to do just that.
Clad in my extra large eggplant colored towel I ventured back into the bedroom to get dressed. Since it was May it was warm in the afternoons but still chilly in the morning so I picked a simple cotton dress with a matching knit sweater. The dress lacked any type of shaping and simply hung from my shoulders and large breasts down to my calves. It was several years out of date but since I only wore this style in spring it was in good condition. Stepping into sandals I tried to get John motivated.
“Come on dear, its 7:45 already. I need to be at the station by 8.â€Â
I left him grumbling to fix my lunch and coffee. Rather than a heaping Tupperware full of leftovers I put in a can of veggies and peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I could grab an apple at work if this wasn’t enough. Soon I had our travel cups ready and my bag slung over my shoulder, new pattern, skein of yarn and needles beside my lunch sack. With barely a minute to spare John hustled down the stairs damp headed. He always drove me to the train station on his way to work, that way we did not have to pay for parking and since it was only about two miles from home we could get there quickly.
For the first time in years we exchanged a brief kiss at the station, after wishing each other a nice day. Smiling to myself I joined the rest of the crowd on the platform. Public transportation was a perk and a burden. The daily commute was long but the train with its frequent stops made it feel longer. At least it ran at convenient times.
Half an hour passed as I started a new sweater pattern. I had not been quite ready to start this but since the shawl was finished it was up already. A young man, undoubtedly on his way to college, sat down beside me on the aisle seat. Glancing up at him I smiled even though he had that sullen angry look. Too many kids today seemed to wear that as a mask and I thought he would be pretty cute if his acne would clear up. Of course I did not say this to him but thought girls would flock to him if his pores would just stay clean. He watched me knit for a while before striking up conversation.
“Wow lady, you can really do that fast.â€Â
Since I was pretty sure this guy did nothing fast I simply smiled. Kids today did not even know what knitting was let alone had seen anyone do it.
“Its all about muscle memory, once your hands know how to knit, they can simply do it while you don’t even think about it.†I told him.
He nodded his pimply face and cocked his head to one side, apparently trying to see what the woven yarn was going to become.
“What’s it gonna be?â€Â
Looking down at my lap I realized if I said sweater, he would ask for whom and by now I hade enough rows for it to fit an elephant. Feeling slightly freaked out I simply finished the current row and began packing up for my stop.
“It’s a blanket.â€Â
Healing Thoughts **(NSFW: Erotica Story)**
Healing Thoughts
Calimaryn
Chapter 1
I was thirty years old before I realized there was something very different about me from everyone else. Oh I already knew I had more health problems than most, was working a dead end job and watching my ass grow more than my mind. Still I thought everyone had these problems.
As usual I was in the kitchen. After working eight hours as a bookkeeper for a stationary store the last thing I wanted to do was exert myself even though I had done nothing but sit around all day. A pot of water was coming up to a boil and my pan of chicken cordon bleu was in the oven making the small condo smell of melting cheese and sizzling fats. Today was different as I had made a rather depressing discovery earlier while trying to find the Chocolate Cheesecake recipe. Apparently my husband liked to surf porn, lots of porn. Since we only had sex once a month I figured his libido was just low but now I wondered if he simply did not find me attractive. Those thoughts made me wish for the chocolate but realize that would not help the situation. Serves me right for poking through the History online rather than waiting for him to come home.
While waiting for the pot to boil I looked down at my size 18 form. Frumpy sweats covered my flabby thighs and large hips. A tee shirt six sizes too big hid my sagging 42DD breasts. I knew that I was hourglass shaped, just large as my measurements were 48, 37, 50. Secretarial spread was not a pretty sight but I did not know how to fix it.
Adding linguini to the boiling water I promised myself that desserts were now off the menu and I should start exercising. Maybe if I lost some weight John would find me attractive again. While stirring the pasta I mourned the loss of all my favorite foods, wondering how I could ever possibly accomplish this seemingly impossible feat of reversing the years of abuse and neglect I had done to my body. Even at 30 I had joint pain in my hips, knees and ankles from carrying extra weight. Asthma, acne, and carpal tunnel kept my 239 pound self from accomplishing anything more than just getting up and going to work every day.
As I poured the cooked pasta into a colander in the sink, lamenting on the state of my life, I accidentally rested my thumb on the very hot pot. The burning heat crawled into my skin and burrowed deeper as I said ‘ow’ repeatedly. On the verge of tears I finished the transition of the pasta and slammed the now drained noodles back onto the stove to wait. Looking at my finger in the bright florescent lights of the small condo’s kitchen I could feel the burn working its way through each layer of my flesh. I knew tomorrow a blister would form making it impossible for me to bend my thumb.
Something snapped in my head. Rather than cry and whine from the unfairness of life, I said NO. Closing my eyes I counted slowly to ten while imagining the inside of my thumb turning cold rather than hot. I did not want a chunk of my flesh cooked so I imagined frigid temperatures fighting the spear of heat. By the time I reached twenty I had calmed down and my thumb no longer hurt. I figured it had simply reached the point of blistering and did not spare the reddened skin a second glance. The timer went off and I pulled dinner from the oven. Looking at the fried chicken wrapped around ham and jack cheese I realized that I had been sabotaging myself for years. Cooking unhealthy foods, eating dessert with dinner every night, rarely making a vegetable or eating fruit was typical. Vowing tonight ended those ways I added a can of green beans to the menu and forgot the oil and parmesan I normally put on the pasta.
John walked in the door and hollered at me. “Karen, I’m home when is dinner?â€Â
He always spent the first fifteen minutes home working out in the basement. At 34 he was a handsome man, fit and trim as well as active. Suddenly I realized all his requests for me to join him were his attempts to help me loose weight. Wishing my metabolism would speed up to the level it was when I was a teen I smiled sadly at him as he hung up his coat.
“Let me put everything in the oven to stay warm and it will be ready whenever you are.â€Â
While he changed I quickly tossed everything into pans and back into the oven it went. The noodles got a tiny drizzle of oil to keep moist and the green beans stayed in their cooking water. Once my hands were washed I went down to the basement and stood looking at the equipment down there. I saw it every week when doing the laundry, but somehow I had never thought of it as more than torture equipment. The many weights, benches and bike frightened me but I resolved to change.
A moment later John walked in the door and looked at me with surprise. “Doing laundry?â€Â
“No,†I replied. “I want to work out with you if you don’t mind.â€Â
“Sure. That would be great honey.†He said with just a bit of shock coloring his voice.
The unfinished cement walls made it cool down here and the naked bulbs in the ceiling gave it a rather stark look. Still I listened attentively as he explained how to use many things. We used the weight bench and I strained to lift even the empty bar up an inch. Blowing out a breath in frustration I tried again as John urged me on with his hands poised to catch it.
This time when I pushed upwards the bar seemed lighter and moved a whole six inches before my arms shook and I had to lower it. Progress was good to see so I tried again when my flabby arms stopped quivering. This time I actually felt the muscles in my arm contract and flex as I pushed the bar upwards extending my arms fully. It wobbled a bit, as I fought to keep it balanced with unsteady arms. John continued to coach and cheer me on while protecting my head from the steel above me. With more strength than I knew I possessed I gently lowered the bar to its resting spot. Looking at my husband of ten years I clapped like a schoolgirl.
“I did it!â€Â
Leaning down he gave me a kiss on the lips before replying. “You certainly did. Let’s try a few reps and then move onto the barbells.â€Â
Nodding I once again put my hands on the rough metal and took a deep breath. When I pushed this time, it was even easier to lift as well as easy to keep balanced and steady. Frowning slightly I pushed it up and down six times before returning it to its resting spot. Looking up at John I wondered why this was so much easier than when I first tried it. Deciding it was just the process of learning something knew I listened to him talk about trying again tomorrow.
“Once you can do three sets of ten with just the bar we can add the smallest weights, which are five pounds each and work those. But that should take a week or two if you stick with it.â€Â
Nodding at him I sat up carefully and listened attentively as he worked out beside me with 50 pound weights to my 5 pound ones. We did bicep curls that when I tried thought were impossible but by the last one were easy. Then triceps, shoulders, lunges, pushups, sit ups and finally time on the bike. John patiently explained everything and his own typical routine. Apparently he did weights every other day and the bike, cardio he said, in between.
An hour later, sweaty and hot in my baggy clothes we made our way upstairs. Dinner smelled good but I needed a shower. The cool water pounding on my shoulders worked the strain from my body as John stood in the bathroom complimenting me.
“You did great dear. I would really love for you to join me tomorrow if you are not too sore.â€Â
Directing the spray to the wall I readied myself to snatch my towel off the rack and climb out so he could take his turn. As I opened the curtain I spied him looking in the mirror at the graying around his temples. I knew he hated it but I thought it made him look even more attractive. In ten years his hair would be all salt and pepper which made him worry excessively about aging prematurely.
Quickly covering my fat flabby body with the extra large towel I climbed out and dripped on the sunshine yellow bath mat.
“All yours. I will get dinner on the table while you finish up.â€Â
With a quick kiss to my shocked lips he climbed into the shower and promptly started singing while scrubbing. I dried off and avoided looking in the mirror before scurrying to the bedroom. Panties were easy but looking into my closet, I realized that I owned nothing pretty for lounging around the house. Finally deciding upon a simple cotton dress that had bought while on vacation in Hawaii, sure, it was a muumuu but it was a pretty blue with purple hand painted flowers creeping up it.
As I walked to the kitchen the swish of the calf length skirt made me smile. Dinner moved easily from oven to table and instead of having soda, a large glass of water was on the menu instead. Getting John a beer I rummaged around for the opener briefly. Typically my hands were so weak that I needed mechanical assistance to twist off a bottle cap. A frustrated sigh escaped when the bottle opener eluded my questing hand. Giving the metal top a tug I was shocked when it moved under my hand. Looking down at it and then the offending hand I wondered if the whole bottle turned instead of removing the cap. Placing the palm of my hand over the lid I firmly held the glass bottle and turned both in opposite directions. It was shocking when the metal cap was loose in my hands a second later.
Blinking at the open bottle in front of me, I wondered what just happened. John came down and interrupted the puzzlement and thanked me kindly for the beer before sitting down in his seat. Still unsure and confused I sat down and served both of us. The quantity of food on the plate was the same but the excess cheese on the chicken was a bit disgusting so I scraped that off. The meal passed quickly as John encouraged me to work out with him tomorrow, promising a night out for Italian food on Saturday if I stuck with it all week. Looking down at the plate I realized the chicken and veggie was gone but the pasta and cheese and ham remained untouched. Still was feeling pleasantly full and decided to simply throw it out rather than shovel it into my fat face.
“Go ahead and sit down dear, I will get the dishes.†John said with a smile as we left the table. After another kiss on the cheek I marveled at his attitude. All I had done was spend an hour sweating and he turned into the most loving man ever. Deciding now was a good time to see if he could keep it up I headed for the living room and sat down with my knitting.
Great Aunt Helen had taught me how to knit. It was something I did to pass the time in the evenings that required almost no effort while John was busy on the computer or watching TV. Pulling out the half finished shawl I got busy. Soon the zen of clicking needles and moving yarn lulled me into an almost meditative state. Since I had been knitting for so long it almost did not even require me to have to think about the pattern or counting. When John came in from the kitchen, his fingers all pruned from washing dishes, he lavished me with praise again.
“You did so great today honey. I am really proud of you. How about tomorrow we do lower body and cardio?â€Â
I nodded absently as he looked happy if questioningly at my lap. “What?†I asked
“That shawl is great, but I thought you just started it? Or did you find time on the train to work on it?â€Â
Looking down I realized the shawl was done and I was casting off on the edges. Blinking I wondered how that had happened before looking up at him with an embarrassed blush.
“This one just seemed to knit itself I guess.â€Â
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Chapter 3
Work passed uneventfully. My job was not very taxing even if I was a bookkeeper for a stationery store. Maureen, my boss, hated it when I said stationery, because she claimed to make custom textiles for special occasions. She made paper. Paper is stationery. Somehow she always sighed when I gave her that logic. Still the day passed quietly with just some simple accounts payables needing attention.
Since the scene on the train in the morning, I had avoided thinking about my knitting. Telling myself it was all just muscle memory at work. My hands could knit an afghan in my sleep probably. How I completed such a large one in half an hour was pushed firmly aside until I got home.
Stirring a pot of sautéed onions, bell peppers, and garlic together I wondered what else to add. Rather than bother with browning ground beef I opened a can of kidney beans I had bought for chili months ago. Some rice and water soon followed and dinner was simmering under a lid quite nicely.
When John came home he found me peddling the stationary bike in the basement in shorts and a tee shirt of his. I was fretting about the weird things that kept happening when he walked in looking slightly freaked out himself.
“Karen, something strange is going on here.â€Â
Nodding my head I looked at him, and almost fell off the bike. His beautiful silvered temples were gone. Shiny and healthy blondish brown hair was in its place, blending into the rest of his hair so well it looked completely natural. It took a moment for my pedaling to slow down as I sat there blinking at his younger looking profile.
“You are right John, something strange is happening but I don’t know what, or why!â€Â
We sat down together on the weight bench and looked nervously around, as if we could find something else to talk about and avoid this situation. Still it was not just going away like I tried to believe it would. Sighing I started at the beginning.
“I burned my finger on the pasta pot yesterday. It was pretty bad and I could feel it would probably blister. But I don’t even have a red mark. I thought to myself that I wasn’t going to just let myself accept a burn and thought about freezing it out of my skin. Then you got home and I pushed the incident aside, telling myself that it hadn’t been that bad.â€Â
Taking a deep breath I lay back under the bar like I had last night. John’s weight had been left on it since last night and looked to be about 150 pounds. Looking up at it I did what I had done when I first came down here. I placed my hands where they belonged and pushed. The weight came up easily as if I had been working out my whole life. The bar went up and down twelve times before being placed gently back in the holders. John had leapt up to stop me but now stood staring and blinking at my head.
“Last night I finished the shawl that had three days of work left to complete it. This morning on the train I knitted an afghan, one long and wide enough to cover the back of the couch. In thirty minutes.â€Â
Standing I made my way back to the bike where I got on. It seemed so easy to pedal and I just went as fast as my legs wanted to go. Pushing the display button I watched as the mile marker ticked off one mile every two minutes.
“I came down here to get a head start and realized how easy the things you had me do yesterday were. Despite the risk I tried to lift your bar and found it a challenge at first that got easier and easier. Then I moved to here where I discovered that I can out pedal this bike’s ability to keep up.â€Â
Looking at her husband with scared brown eyes, tears gleaming in them, she covered her mouth with both hands while the bike whined in protest at the speed.
“I don’t know what’s happening.â€Â
Work passed uneventfully. My job was not very taxing even if I was a bookkeeper for a stationery store. Maureen, my boss, hated it when I said stationery, because she claimed to make custom textiles for special occasions. She made paper. Paper is stationery. Somehow she always sighed when I gave her that logic. Still the day passed quietly with just some simple accounts payables needing attention.
Since the scene on the train in the morning, I had avoided thinking about my knitting. Telling myself it was all just muscle memory at work. My hands could knit an afghan in my sleep probably. How I completed such a large one in half an hour was pushed firmly aside until I got home.
Stirring a pot of sautéed onions, bell peppers, and garlic together I wondered what else to add. Rather than bother with browning ground beef I opened a can of kidney beans I had bought for chili months ago. Some rice and water soon followed and dinner was simmering under a lid quite nicely.
When John came home he found me peddling the stationary bike in the basement in shorts and a tee shirt of his. I was fretting about the weird things that kept happening when he walked in looking slightly freaked out himself.
“Karen, something strange is going on here.â€Â
Nodding my head I looked at him, and almost fell off the bike. His beautiful silvered temples were gone. Shiny and healthy blondish brown hair was in its place, blending into the rest of his hair so well it looked completely natural. It took a moment for my pedaling to slow down as I sat there blinking at his younger looking profile.
“You are right John, something strange is happening but I don’t know what, or why!â€Â
We sat down together on the weight bench and looked nervously around, as if we could find something else to talk about and avoid this situation. Still it was not just going away like I tried to believe it would. Sighing I started at the beginning.
“I burned my finger on the pasta pot yesterday. It was pretty bad and I could feel it would probably blister. But I don’t even have a red mark. I thought to myself that I wasn’t going to just let myself accept a burn and thought about freezing it out of my skin. Then you got home and I pushed the incident aside, telling myself that it hadn’t been that bad.â€Â
Taking a deep breath I lay back under the bar like I had last night. John’s weight had been left on it since last night and looked to be about 150 pounds. Looking up at it I did what I had done when I first came down here. I placed my hands where they belonged and pushed. The weight came up easily as if I had been working out my whole life. The bar went up and down twelve times before being placed gently back in the holders. John had leapt up to stop me but now stood staring and blinking at my head.
“Last night I finished the shawl that had three days of work left to complete it. This morning on the train I knitted an afghan, one long and wide enough to cover the back of the couch. In thirty minutes.â€Â
Standing I made my way back to the bike where I got on. It seemed so easy to pedal and I just went as fast as my legs wanted to go. Pushing the display button I watched as the mile marker ticked off one mile every two minutes.
“I came down here to get a head start and realized how easy the things you had me do yesterday were. Despite the risk I tried to lift your bar and found it a challenge at first that got easier and easier. Then I moved to here where I discovered that I can out pedal this bike’s ability to keep up.â€Â
Looking at her husband with scared brown eyes, tears gleaming in them, she covered her mouth with both hands while the bike whined in protest at the speed.
“I don’t know what’s happening.â€Â
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Chapter 4
John was beyond reasonable while I was breaking down. With calm kindness he stopped my frantic actions and led me upstairs to our lumpy gray couch. Sitting there, our knees touching he held my hand and asked questions that I had not even thought of yet.
“Karen love, what exactly did you think and say when you kissed me this morning?â€Â
“The same thing I do every morning, I sang the silly little rhyme: Gray hair, gray hair, come back when he doesn’t care. And then I wondered why just those hairs were a different color and why couldn’t they be the same as all the others. It wasn’t logical or even wishing.â€Â
John patted my hand and thought about it before touching his temples. With a brow arched he questioned me. “So, did it change back to gray? Or was it the thoughts you had rather than the song you sang?â€Â
Looking at his head I could only see the very handsome shade that he had always had, minus the silvering.
“It’s still brown.â€Â
“So think about those hairs and tell them to become a different color, like black.â€Â
How he could be so calm and collected right now I just didn’t know, but I found his suggestion to be a reasonable test. Looking at his head I thought about the hair follicles and strands of hair when suddenly my mind had a picture of them. How, I don’t know though it could have been my imagination. My teeth chewed on my lip while I asked the image to change colors to black.
For a moment I was sure that nothing would happen, I mean how could it? Hair just simply can’t change its own color no matter how much I want it too. But then, as I looked at John, his whole head of hair slowly darkened at the roots before the dark color slipped down to the end of each strand. Eyes opened wide and I took in a large lungful of air as I sat, on the verge of panicked flight.
“I take it from your reaction that worked didn’t it?â€Â
John’s calm voice settled my nerves slightly but inside I was still quivering in fear and confused panic. His hair looked rich and healthy with that blue sheen that really dark black hair has. My hand reached out and touched it just to make sure I was not simply seeing what I thought I should see at his words. He interrupted me with another test.
“Why don’t you try to get rid of The Mole.â€Â
The Mole was not something we talked about. It was just there; a large brown ugly lump of flesh that quivered on my collarbone forcing me to wear high necked shirts and scarves. Blinking, my hand going instinctively to the hidden growth, I wondered how to do it. After taking another large gulp of air I closed my eyes and tried to picture that bump of flesh. Just about to give up, I sighed and slumped a bit on the couch, relaxing just a bit more into the squishy cushions. That little bit of tension release generated the image in my head of the mole in question.
Since I could not see any reason to keep it nor for its existence, I simply imagined the cells smoothing out and turning a color consistent with the surrounding skin. When my imagination had it just right I opened my eyes and tried to get a glimpse of the area. John chuckled at my antics and peered at my skin revealed when I pulled my shirt aside. His fingertips lightly grazed my skin where I knew the mole should be but he never slowed for a moment. Looking at my face he opened his mouth to say something and then sat there in shock.
“What?†I asked scared at his reaction.
“All your freckles are gone.â€Â
Both of us leapt up and headed for the bathroom with a bit of speed. John flicked the light on as we stood in the small room together. He was right, my freckles were gone. Though they would not quite be termed freckles really, they had simply been beauty marks, slight dots of darker raised skin. Apparently thinking of removing the huge mole on my collar removed anything raised and discolored.
I stood running my hands over my face and neck while John continually ran his hands through his hair for many long minutes. Finally, leaning against the counter he challenged me to do more.
“Can you fix my eyesight?â€Â
My husband’s eyes were horrible. He could barely see without his contacts that cost a fortune whenever he needed to replace them. Plus his optometrist said he was not a candidate for laser surgery. Turning from the mirror I put my hands on his face, gently outlining the strong bones of his cheeks, my fingers occasionally ruffling the edges of his jet black hair.
Imagining his eye was easy, I had seen pictures of the inner workings before and that immediately came to mind. Looking at what I thought his looked like I tried to make it look like the textbook version I recalled. In just a few moments I thought I hade it right.
“Did that work?â€Â
John blinked and shook his head, dislodging my hands. With practiced hands he washed up and removed his contacts and blinked. At first I figured his eyes were simply watering after removing the lenses. But then he hugged me close and cried openly, thanking me repeatedly.
We spent the rest of the evening playing color tag trying to figure out the distance and thickness needed to block my changing his hair. Twenty feet seemed to be the farthest I could reach and while I could work through glass, walls thwarted me. Soon we were snuggled in bed discussing what we would like to change on ourselves. While it was tempting to simply make myself a size six, that big of a jump would freak people out who saw me on a daily basis. So instead I kept the sped up metabolism and muscles that learned quickly and grew even faster. John suggested that I put my freckles back but I was slightly scared the mole would return so I let them go.
Due to the ease of correcting his vision, he also suggested that I read up on some anatomy texts, so that should I want to I could fix things in a hurry. That was our plan for the upcoming weekend and now we simply needed to get through the week.
John was beyond reasonable while I was breaking down. With calm kindness he stopped my frantic actions and led me upstairs to our lumpy gray couch. Sitting there, our knees touching he held my hand and asked questions that I had not even thought of yet.
“Karen love, what exactly did you think and say when you kissed me this morning?â€Â
“The same thing I do every morning, I sang the silly little rhyme: Gray hair, gray hair, come back when he doesn’t care. And then I wondered why just those hairs were a different color and why couldn’t they be the same as all the others. It wasn’t logical or even wishing.â€Â
John patted my hand and thought about it before touching his temples. With a brow arched he questioned me. “So, did it change back to gray? Or was it the thoughts you had rather than the song you sang?â€Â
Looking at his head I could only see the very handsome shade that he had always had, minus the silvering.
“It’s still brown.â€Â
“So think about those hairs and tell them to become a different color, like black.â€Â
How he could be so calm and collected right now I just didn’t know, but I found his suggestion to be a reasonable test. Looking at his head I thought about the hair follicles and strands of hair when suddenly my mind had a picture of them. How, I don’t know though it could have been my imagination. My teeth chewed on my lip while I asked the image to change colors to black.
For a moment I was sure that nothing would happen, I mean how could it? Hair just simply can’t change its own color no matter how much I want it too. But then, as I looked at John, his whole head of hair slowly darkened at the roots before the dark color slipped down to the end of each strand. Eyes opened wide and I took in a large lungful of air as I sat, on the verge of panicked flight.
“I take it from your reaction that worked didn’t it?â€Â
John’s calm voice settled my nerves slightly but inside I was still quivering in fear and confused panic. His hair looked rich and healthy with that blue sheen that really dark black hair has. My hand reached out and touched it just to make sure I was not simply seeing what I thought I should see at his words. He interrupted me with another test.
“Why don’t you try to get rid of The Mole.â€Â
The Mole was not something we talked about. It was just there; a large brown ugly lump of flesh that quivered on my collarbone forcing me to wear high necked shirts and scarves. Blinking, my hand going instinctively to the hidden growth, I wondered how to do it. After taking another large gulp of air I closed my eyes and tried to picture that bump of flesh. Just about to give up, I sighed and slumped a bit on the couch, relaxing just a bit more into the squishy cushions. That little bit of tension release generated the image in my head of the mole in question.
Since I could not see any reason to keep it nor for its existence, I simply imagined the cells smoothing out and turning a color consistent with the surrounding skin. When my imagination had it just right I opened my eyes and tried to get a glimpse of the area. John chuckled at my antics and peered at my skin revealed when I pulled my shirt aside. His fingertips lightly grazed my skin where I knew the mole should be but he never slowed for a moment. Looking at my face he opened his mouth to say something and then sat there in shock.
“What?†I asked scared at his reaction.
“All your freckles are gone.â€Â
Both of us leapt up and headed for the bathroom with a bit of speed. John flicked the light on as we stood in the small room together. He was right, my freckles were gone. Though they would not quite be termed freckles really, they had simply been beauty marks, slight dots of darker raised skin. Apparently thinking of removing the huge mole on my collar removed anything raised and discolored.
I stood running my hands over my face and neck while John continually ran his hands through his hair for many long minutes. Finally, leaning against the counter he challenged me to do more.
“Can you fix my eyesight?â€Â
My husband’s eyes were horrible. He could barely see without his contacts that cost a fortune whenever he needed to replace them. Plus his optometrist said he was not a candidate for laser surgery. Turning from the mirror I put my hands on his face, gently outlining the strong bones of his cheeks, my fingers occasionally ruffling the edges of his jet black hair.
Imagining his eye was easy, I had seen pictures of the inner workings before and that immediately came to mind. Looking at what I thought his looked like I tried to make it look like the textbook version I recalled. In just a few moments I thought I hade it right.
“Did that work?â€Â
John blinked and shook his head, dislodging my hands. With practiced hands he washed up and removed his contacts and blinked. At first I figured his eyes were simply watering after removing the lenses. But then he hugged me close and cried openly, thanking me repeatedly.
We spent the rest of the evening playing color tag trying to figure out the distance and thickness needed to block my changing his hair. Twenty feet seemed to be the farthest I could reach and while I could work through glass, walls thwarted me. Soon we were snuggled in bed discussing what we would like to change on ourselves. While it was tempting to simply make myself a size six, that big of a jump would freak people out who saw me on a daily basis. So instead I kept the sped up metabolism and muscles that learned quickly and grew even faster. John suggested that I put my freckles back but I was slightly scared the mole would return so I let them go.
Due to the ease of correcting his vision, he also suggested that I read up on some anatomy texts, so that should I want to I could fix things in a hurry. That was our plan for the upcoming weekend and now we simply needed to get through the week.
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Chapter 5
It was Friday at three and I was sitting at my desk. Work was understandably slow as most of the special orders had gone out yesterday. I was toying with nail color alone in my office waiting for five. This morning on the train I had adjusted all my nails to my preferred length and strength with just the right curve. Now I kept encouraging the color to be more and more diverse. First I made it glossy, like it was freshly buffed, then I added a pale pink tone. After going through the tame colors I now had my nails a rich shade of brown with red undertones and golden highlights. From the way things looked now, I would never have to purchase a file or polish again.
I was alternating between reviewing the current accounts receivable and reading the Mayo Clinic’s web site. It was quite informative and I had since corrected my own vision, improved my hearing and fixed my hair color to a lovely auburn shade. When asked I would laugh and blame Clairol.
Before me was a map of the brain. Since it was quite slow going I wondered if I could improve my reading speed and memory as well as possibly increase my intelligence. But seeing as how I was at work, I did not want to look like I was sleeping on the job. Nor did I want to do something damaging and end up a vegetable here in the office.
I had learned the hard way that some changes can have unexpected or drastic results. Last night I had tried to grow two inches which ended up being impossible due to pain. No wonder kids dislike growth spurts, muscles stretching and ligaments straining hurts! Of course after my day of reading I think I knew what I did wrong. Rather than just telling my femur to grow I need to encourage my pituitary gland to exude more growth hormone so all of me will grow upwards. After that experience I think I will stay at my current 5’ 6†though.
Maureen roused me from my reading by entering the office with a sigh. Today was just not the day for paper.
“Anything exciting happening in the books?†She asked while flopping into her own desk chair.
I smiled and shook my head. “Today is pretty boring. Everything is done, and I am goofing off.â€Â
With a wave of her hand, Maureen shooed me. “Go home then. Might as well enjoy the spring like everyone else is apparently.â€Â
Not one to be told to leave twice, I quickly shut down and gathered my stuff. Offering my boss a hug I gave her a quick boost of my anti-headache feelings. “Thanks Maur. See you Monday.â€Â
Making my way to the train station on foot helped pass the time and was good exercise. Before I had always taken the building shuttle but since the train was not expected for another hour I had plenty of time to walk the few blocks. I had a full bottle of water in each swinging hand to get my muscles moving too. From the changes in my body due to the supercharged metabolism, I knew that a shopping trip would soon be in order. But for now, my loose dresses would mask the drastic changes happening.
Sitting on the train I worked on my next project. The train wasn’t crowded and I had my ankle on my opposite knee with my dress squished down between my thighs. My finger traced the small varicose veins before they disappeared. Luckily they were contained mostly on my calves but the red bumps I found there were not, I knew from this mornings shower. Closing my eyes I pictured each red raised bump, which looked quite like a small blister of capillaries gone awry. When I reopened them my leg was quite clear of the bumps as well as my upper arm when I peeked.
Smiling, I happily exited at my stop, much happier with my body even though I knew I had a lot more changes I would like to implement soon. The weekend stretched in front of me like a large block of opportunity just awaiting my healing touch.
It was Friday at three and I was sitting at my desk. Work was understandably slow as most of the special orders had gone out yesterday. I was toying with nail color alone in my office waiting for five. This morning on the train I had adjusted all my nails to my preferred length and strength with just the right curve. Now I kept encouraging the color to be more and more diverse. First I made it glossy, like it was freshly buffed, then I added a pale pink tone. After going through the tame colors I now had my nails a rich shade of brown with red undertones and golden highlights. From the way things looked now, I would never have to purchase a file or polish again.
I was alternating between reviewing the current accounts receivable and reading the Mayo Clinic’s web site. It was quite informative and I had since corrected my own vision, improved my hearing and fixed my hair color to a lovely auburn shade. When asked I would laugh and blame Clairol.
Before me was a map of the brain. Since it was quite slow going I wondered if I could improve my reading speed and memory as well as possibly increase my intelligence. But seeing as how I was at work, I did not want to look like I was sleeping on the job. Nor did I want to do something damaging and end up a vegetable here in the office.
I had learned the hard way that some changes can have unexpected or drastic results. Last night I had tried to grow two inches which ended up being impossible due to pain. No wonder kids dislike growth spurts, muscles stretching and ligaments straining hurts! Of course after my day of reading I think I knew what I did wrong. Rather than just telling my femur to grow I need to encourage my pituitary gland to exude more growth hormone so all of me will grow upwards. After that experience I think I will stay at my current 5’ 6†though.
Maureen roused me from my reading by entering the office with a sigh. Today was just not the day for paper.
“Anything exciting happening in the books?†She asked while flopping into her own desk chair.
I smiled and shook my head. “Today is pretty boring. Everything is done, and I am goofing off.â€Â
With a wave of her hand, Maureen shooed me. “Go home then. Might as well enjoy the spring like everyone else is apparently.â€Â
Not one to be told to leave twice, I quickly shut down and gathered my stuff. Offering my boss a hug I gave her a quick boost of my anti-headache feelings. “Thanks Maur. See you Monday.â€Â
Making my way to the train station on foot helped pass the time and was good exercise. Before I had always taken the building shuttle but since the train was not expected for another hour I had plenty of time to walk the few blocks. I had a full bottle of water in each swinging hand to get my muscles moving too. From the changes in my body due to the supercharged metabolism, I knew that a shopping trip would soon be in order. But for now, my loose dresses would mask the drastic changes happening.
Sitting on the train I worked on my next project. The train wasn’t crowded and I had my ankle on my opposite knee with my dress squished down between my thighs. My finger traced the small varicose veins before they disappeared. Luckily they were contained mostly on my calves but the red bumps I found there were not, I knew from this mornings shower. Closing my eyes I pictured each red raised bump, which looked quite like a small blister of capillaries gone awry. When I reopened them my leg was quite clear of the bumps as well as my upper arm when I peeked.
Smiling, I happily exited at my stop, much happier with my body even though I knew I had a lot more changes I would like to implement soon. The weekend stretched in front of me like a large block of opportunity just awaiting my healing touch.
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Chapter 6
Later that afternoon found John and I sitting on the couch discussing the possibilities and dangers of this ability. I had spent my free time finishing up my research on the human brain. My suggestions of modifying my memory were not going over well.
“If you are going to experiment, use me. That way if something goes wrong you can fix it. If you do it to yourself there is nothing anyone can do!†John pleaded vehemently.
“But I don’t want to put you in danger. I think I know what I need to do to get an edict memory and expanded intelligence. But there is no guarantee John.â€Â
“It doesn’t matter. This should be done first to someone not you. And since only the two of us know, that means me. Now do it Karen!â€Â
Somehow the idea of using my husband as a test subject made me want to cry but I steeled myself and imagined his brain. Simulating the cells and nerves to reflect the changes, I then reinforced his eyes to maintain the correction we had made a few days prior. His squinting earlier had indicated that it had been not so much wearing off but reverting to the prior state. As if the cells needed reminder to maintain the new and improved version. Almost as an afterthought I also gave him the ‘no bump or vein’ treatment too.
“How do you feel?†I asked him, scared of the answer as he lay so stilly against the cushions.
“Same really, did you change anything?â€Â
“I tried, tell me something you wouldn’t normally remember.â€Â
“Today is Friday, May 18th, which means there are 228 days left, or 5,472 hours. You have lost over 50 pounds of fat this week which seems to be too much if you simply accelerated your metabolism four times normal as you stated.â€Â
John said everything so casually I doubt he even knew he was spouting things that even ten minutes ago would have never crossed his mind. How he knew the weight was astonishing. Smiling at him I settled myself back into my corner and prepared to treat my brain the same way I did his.
“Try to think up why that would be dear.â€Â
Within a few minutes I had implemented the changes as well as increasing my brain to body communication speed, which would in turn make me more agile and shorten my reaction times. John interrupted my quiet contemplation of my new abilities with his deductions.
“The touch takes calories from you when you use it. Because you have sped up your body’s usage of said calories it is also contributing to your weight loss. Perhaps if you slow your metabolism down and just adjust your body to what you want that would be best. Of course that could be noticed by people at work and such so it should be gradual. Plus it appears the effects of major changes need reinforcement over several sessions.â€Â
With the mental improvements I could almost hear everything clicking into place as John talked. Nodding I made the adjustments recommended before smiling at him.
“Do you realize all that we could change? Not just size but strength, endurance, complete appearance. Our options are limitless.â€Â
Eyes sparking against each other as we both reached the same conclusions, soon there would be big changes. But for now we inched closer to one another as we discussed the minor tweaks we wanted for this weekend. By the time we were done, I was ravenous and my panties would not stay up on my hips when I stood. Laughing we raced to the kitchen to find leftovers and contemplate our next move.
Later that afternoon found John and I sitting on the couch discussing the possibilities and dangers of this ability. I had spent my free time finishing up my research on the human brain. My suggestions of modifying my memory were not going over well.
“If you are going to experiment, use me. That way if something goes wrong you can fix it. If you do it to yourself there is nothing anyone can do!†John pleaded vehemently.
“But I don’t want to put you in danger. I think I know what I need to do to get an edict memory and expanded intelligence. But there is no guarantee John.â€Â
“It doesn’t matter. This should be done first to someone not you. And since only the two of us know, that means me. Now do it Karen!â€Â
Somehow the idea of using my husband as a test subject made me want to cry but I steeled myself and imagined his brain. Simulating the cells and nerves to reflect the changes, I then reinforced his eyes to maintain the correction we had made a few days prior. His squinting earlier had indicated that it had been not so much wearing off but reverting to the prior state. As if the cells needed reminder to maintain the new and improved version. Almost as an afterthought I also gave him the ‘no bump or vein’ treatment too.
“How do you feel?†I asked him, scared of the answer as he lay so stilly against the cushions.
“Same really, did you change anything?â€Â
“I tried, tell me something you wouldn’t normally remember.â€Â
“Today is Friday, May 18th, which means there are 228 days left, or 5,472 hours. You have lost over 50 pounds of fat this week which seems to be too much if you simply accelerated your metabolism four times normal as you stated.â€Â
John said everything so casually I doubt he even knew he was spouting things that even ten minutes ago would have never crossed his mind. How he knew the weight was astonishing. Smiling at him I settled myself back into my corner and prepared to treat my brain the same way I did his.
“Try to think up why that would be dear.â€Â
Within a few minutes I had implemented the changes as well as increasing my brain to body communication speed, which would in turn make me more agile and shorten my reaction times. John interrupted my quiet contemplation of my new abilities with his deductions.
“The touch takes calories from you when you use it. Because you have sped up your body’s usage of said calories it is also contributing to your weight loss. Perhaps if you slow your metabolism down and just adjust your body to what you want that would be best. Of course that could be noticed by people at work and such so it should be gradual. Plus it appears the effects of major changes need reinforcement over several sessions.â€Â
With the mental improvements I could almost hear everything clicking into place as John talked. Nodding I made the adjustments recommended before smiling at him.
“Do you realize all that we could change? Not just size but strength, endurance, complete appearance. Our options are limitless.â€Â
Eyes sparking against each other as we both reached the same conclusions, soon there would be big changes. But for now we inched closer to one another as we discussed the minor tweaks we wanted for this weekend. By the time we were done, I was ravenous and my panties would not stay up on my hips when I stood. Laughing we raced to the kitchen to find leftovers and contemplate our next move.
Calimaryn
18 years ago
Chapter 7
Sitting at the kitchen table we discussed the issues surrounding our transformations while we ate cold meatloaf sandwiches. Completely reinventing our outer selves was simply impossible to explain. Better still we both wondered what else we could do with this new life if given the right opportunity.
“I would hate to have to call in sick when I am healthier now than ever. Plus it just doesn’t feel right, benefiting from someone else’s loss.†I explained to John.
“How about we go on vacation? It would use up our savings but we could arrange an amazing trip to the Caribbean. And it would be possible to say then that we took part in a fitness program.†He rebutted.
“That may work, though I am loath to revert to my former self, John.â€Â
“So change only slightly back. When someone notices simply mention we have started working out together. Now how can we use this gift to make money?â€Â
“I have been thinking about it but have yet to come up with anything I would really want to do. The first obvious ideas are not something I am willing to do; like Faith Healer or experiment subject. Since I don’t want anyone to ever find out about this we need to keep it low key.†I said as he chewed his sandwich.
“Becoming a doctor would take years and loads of money to perform minor healings that could revert back if not monitored continually. Same goes for a weight loss consultant.â€Â
I nodded at his conclusions because that was exactly the same thing I had realized earlier. Nothing jumped out at us to be an easy and fast way to utilize this power for the benefit of our bank account or other people without a lot of time, effort and deceit. Contemplating the situation I gazed unseeingly at my empty plate while I toyed with the napkin.
“Perhaps we just need to educate ourselves further. We can both start absorbing knowledge and see if anything stems from that. If nothing else we may, with our newly expanded intelligence, find something that is in need of inventing or looking into further.â€Â
And so we sat with empty plates and full minds of half formed ideas and goals for long quiet minutes. Finally something I could change without anyone’s knowledge crept into my mind. With a wicked smile at my husband I made a few body modifications to him while I did likewise to myself. Standing up I held my hand out to him.
“Come on big guy, there is something I want you to see.â€Â
His brow quirked up so cutely and I could barely contain my laughter. The wide grin held my face captive as I drug him away from the table and dirty dishes. Those could wait, where I could not.
Once I had him unresisting in the master bedroom I slipped out of my dress. Standing before him in the buff was not something I had done in a very long time, not only had he not wanted to see it, I had not felt comfortable about myself. Now, a new woman stood before him; smooth of skin and firm of flesh. Slowly I began undressing him.
Each button was carefully undone and the exposed skin was lightly kissed. The light hair between his pectorals was perfect for rubbing my nose in and smelling his heady masculine scent. His hands were lightly stroking my bare skin while I savored ever inch of his. Finally the shirt was untucked and pushed lightly from his shoulders to fall upon the floor in a bundle of soft gray cotton.
His belt was next and I traced its woven leather façade before lightly manipulating the buckle to free its tail from the cold metal grasp. The loops were abandoned slowly with my hand tracing the crisp cotton trousers’ waistband as it was exposed. Once the strip of leather joined the shirt I turned my attention to where we stood. The room was not overly large but we had stopped several feet from my goal; the bed.
I refused to let the substantial bulge in his trousers distract me as I maneuvered him towards my destination without facing him in that direction. My hands rested lightly upon his hips and he moved at my light nudges and pressure until the back of his knees almost hit the soft blanket covered surface. Smiling wantonly up at him I allowed my hands to play across the skin I had exposed previously. The feel of his almost hot flesh with the light dusting of hair at the forearms and narrow chest stripe was tantalizing. It pleased me without returning any satisfaction what so ever.
Deciding I wanted more my fingers found the button on his pants. It was undone before he could even bring his hands around to assist me. Playfully I pushed his hands away and stroked down his hips and thighs, my fingertips lightly caressing his skin through his pants. He hissed when I barely grazed by his erection.
I slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants and slowly lowered the zipper, tooth by tooth. The back of my fingers could feel the springy pubic hair behind the cloth of his briefs as well as the empty space created by his hard cock pushing outward. My smile turned hotter as the zipper slid to the bottom and his pants simply fell down without any prodding. There was nothing sexier in my mind than a man in boxer briefs. John was wearing a pair in rich green cotton that seemed to only accentuate his manly physique.
With a push he landed on his rear upon the bed with barely a bounce. My fingers traced a path from knee to ankle as I knelt before him. Luckily for him his shoes and socks came off with a quick move of my hands and his pants followed to the pile we were leaving.
Starting at his toes I gently massaged each one before moving upwards. His arches and heel were not forgotten. By the time I reached his knee he was moaning quietly in pleasure at the relaxing yet exciting push of my hands against his body. My minor modifications had made his thighs slightly more muscular and I found myself fascinated at the play of muscles under his skin. When I stroked the back of his knee the large muscles bunched and twitched as he hissed in pleasure.
It took a while for my hands to complete their journey back towards his briefs. But finally my fingers found the waist and I pulled them from his unresisting body. Since his eyes were closed he did not notice his slightly larger member pointing straight at the ceiling. Not that he had been lacking prior but now he was a full eight inches and half an inch thicker. The slight curve to the left was straightened and he looked as good as any of the men I had seen on the pages he had surfed just a few days ago.
My hand wrapped around the steely rod without preamble, causing him to groan and twitch. Since I have always had a slightly oral fixation he was not disappointed as I enveloped his cock in my moist mouth. The feeling of silky soft skin and pulsing hardness in my mouth is beyond pleasurable for me. I love to lick and suck as his hard dick follows my palette towards the back of my throat. At his new length he hit it easily and I suppressed my gag reflex and swallowed him down. That was a first for both of us and he looked down at me with passion clouded eyes.
I kept up a steady suction while my tongue danced across the underside of his hardness. Slowly I released him from my throat and allowed him to thrust at me for a moment. This was fun for a while but finally his member slid from my mouth half an inch at a time. He watched in surprise as it was revealed but somehow it did not dull his passion.
Utilizing his newly enhanced strength he pulled me onto the bed beside him. His mouth feasted upon mine for a moment before moving down to my new firm breasts. They were almost the same size as before, but now with no sag, stretch marks or flabby flesh to mar them. His tongue licked and flicked at my hardened nipples before his lips enveloped them. It was my turn to moan at the suction his mouth created while my hands clenched and unclenched in his short hair. Each pulse made my womb spasm and more and more moisture to pool under me.
My frantic hands finally urged him to fill me and he moved atop me. I reached my hand down and swiped the damp head of his throbbing cock across my wetness. It took half a dozen thrusts to firmly seat him to the hilt within me. Despite the ample lubrication my newly tightened and his newly expanded took a bit of maneuvering to seat perfectly together. When it happened though, we both groaned out loud. The feel of him throbbing deep within me, so hot and hard, made me shudder.
Once he started thrusting we knew that this was perfect. His body provided the perfect friction to reach all of my sensitive spots and mine now clutched at his like a grasping hand. Within a minute or two of long strokes I realized that I had not adjusted his stamina and feared that our very enjoyable interlude could end early. A shaky groan and cessation of movement indicated my fear was almost a reality.
With impressive strength, John held himself deep within me and rolled us over until he was lying upon his back underneath me. His hands kept my hips still while he kissed me deeply. As I had no idea what would increase his stamina I simply tried to speed my journey to completion to coincide with his. Rubbing myself upon his firm body beneath me, I moaned into his mouth.
His idle hands now moved to stroke my skin. He found my breast with one hand and toyed with the nipple. His other found my thigh, and then rounded cheek before venturing into unexplored territory, my rose. As his fingertip lightly stroked my inner muscles clenched. Something about this intrigued me and excited me enough to make my rubbing turn into frantic trusts. His knees bent and his hips pounded up at me while the tip of his finger painted our plentiful moisture around my rear entrance. I was on braced upon my hands, thrusting down as I rocked on his body. Each time our bodies crashed together his pubic bone pressured my clit, driving me higher and higher.
Our mutual orgasm hit on one particularly forceful thrust from both of us that coincided with his finger penetrating my virgin rear. We both gasped and shook at the wave of pleasure battering us. I squeaked slightly as he removed his digit and it brought an added shiver to my already quaking muscles. We panted together for a few minutes, recovering our wits and strength before he kissed me tenderly.
“I have always wanted to try that. Thank you.†He whispered while lightly kissing my ear.
I shivered at the sensation and moaned slightly, into his neck where my face was buried.
“My pleasure, dear, my pleasure.â€Â
Being the practical sort, I stood soon as I was able and fetched two towels from the bathroom. Gently I wiped up our combined juices from his body before chasing the drips that had escaped down my legs. Together we climbed into the sheets and snuggled together. I promised myself, before sleep claimed me, to look into human sexuality. While I did not want to change him completely I wanted to improve upon his stamina while heightening my own pleasure. Since I have never been very comfortable with my body, this area was lacking greatly.
Wrapped in each others arms, we fell asleep, content and satiated.
Sitting at the kitchen table we discussed the issues surrounding our transformations while we ate cold meatloaf sandwiches. Completely reinventing our outer selves was simply impossible to explain. Better still we both wondered what else we could do with this new life if given the right opportunity.
“I would hate to have to call in sick when I am healthier now than ever. Plus it just doesn’t feel right, benefiting from someone else’s loss.†I explained to John.
“How about we go on vacation? It would use up our savings but we could arrange an amazing trip to the Caribbean. And it would be possible to say then that we took part in a fitness program.†He rebutted.
“That may work, though I am loath to revert to my former self, John.â€Â
“So change only slightly back. When someone notices simply mention we have started working out together. Now how can we use this gift to make money?â€Â
“I have been thinking about it but have yet to come up with anything I would really want to do. The first obvious ideas are not something I am willing to do; like Faith Healer or experiment subject. Since I don’t want anyone to ever find out about this we need to keep it low key.†I said as he chewed his sandwich.
“Becoming a doctor would take years and loads of money to perform minor healings that could revert back if not monitored continually. Same goes for a weight loss consultant.â€Â
I nodded at his conclusions because that was exactly the same thing I had realized earlier. Nothing jumped out at us to be an easy and fast way to utilize this power for the benefit of our bank account or other people without a lot of time, effort and deceit. Contemplating the situation I gazed unseeingly at my empty plate while I toyed with the napkin.
“Perhaps we just need to educate ourselves further. We can both start absorbing knowledge and see if anything stems from that. If nothing else we may, with our newly expanded intelligence, find something that is in need of inventing or looking into further.â€Â
And so we sat with empty plates and full minds of half formed ideas and goals for long quiet minutes. Finally something I could change without anyone’s knowledge crept into my mind. With a wicked smile at my husband I made a few body modifications to him while I did likewise to myself. Standing up I held my hand out to him.
“Come on big guy, there is something I want you to see.â€Â
His brow quirked up so cutely and I could barely contain my laughter. The wide grin held my face captive as I drug him away from the table and dirty dishes. Those could wait, where I could not.
Once I had him unresisting in the master bedroom I slipped out of my dress. Standing before him in the buff was not something I had done in a very long time, not only had he not wanted to see it, I had not felt comfortable about myself. Now, a new woman stood before him; smooth of skin and firm of flesh. Slowly I began undressing him.
Each button was carefully undone and the exposed skin was lightly kissed. The light hair between his pectorals was perfect for rubbing my nose in and smelling his heady masculine scent. His hands were lightly stroking my bare skin while I savored ever inch of his. Finally the shirt was untucked and pushed lightly from his shoulders to fall upon the floor in a bundle of soft gray cotton.
His belt was next and I traced its woven leather façade before lightly manipulating the buckle to free its tail from the cold metal grasp. The loops were abandoned slowly with my hand tracing the crisp cotton trousers’ waistband as it was exposed. Once the strip of leather joined the shirt I turned my attention to where we stood. The room was not overly large but we had stopped several feet from my goal; the bed.
I refused to let the substantial bulge in his trousers distract me as I maneuvered him towards my destination without facing him in that direction. My hands rested lightly upon his hips and he moved at my light nudges and pressure until the back of his knees almost hit the soft blanket covered surface. Smiling wantonly up at him I allowed my hands to play across the skin I had exposed previously. The feel of his almost hot flesh with the light dusting of hair at the forearms and narrow chest stripe was tantalizing. It pleased me without returning any satisfaction what so ever.
Deciding I wanted more my fingers found the button on his pants. It was undone before he could even bring his hands around to assist me. Playfully I pushed his hands away and stroked down his hips and thighs, my fingertips lightly caressing his skin through his pants. He hissed when I barely grazed by his erection.
I slipped my hand into the waistband of his pants and slowly lowered the zipper, tooth by tooth. The back of my fingers could feel the springy pubic hair behind the cloth of his briefs as well as the empty space created by his hard cock pushing outward. My smile turned hotter as the zipper slid to the bottom and his pants simply fell down without any prodding. There was nothing sexier in my mind than a man in boxer briefs. John was wearing a pair in rich green cotton that seemed to only accentuate his manly physique.
With a push he landed on his rear upon the bed with barely a bounce. My fingers traced a path from knee to ankle as I knelt before him. Luckily for him his shoes and socks came off with a quick move of my hands and his pants followed to the pile we were leaving.
Starting at his toes I gently massaged each one before moving upwards. His arches and heel were not forgotten. By the time I reached his knee he was moaning quietly in pleasure at the relaxing yet exciting push of my hands against his body. My minor modifications had made his thighs slightly more muscular and I found myself fascinated at the play of muscles under his skin. When I stroked the back of his knee the large muscles bunched and twitched as he hissed in pleasure.
It took a while for my hands to complete their journey back towards his briefs. But finally my fingers found the waist and I pulled them from his unresisting body. Since his eyes were closed he did not notice his slightly larger member pointing straight at the ceiling. Not that he had been lacking prior but now he was a full eight inches and half an inch thicker. The slight curve to the left was straightened and he looked as good as any of the men I had seen on the pages he had surfed just a few days ago.
My hand wrapped around the steely rod without preamble, causing him to groan and twitch. Since I have always had a slightly oral fixation he was not disappointed as I enveloped his cock in my moist mouth. The feeling of silky soft skin and pulsing hardness in my mouth is beyond pleasurable for me. I love to lick and suck as his hard dick follows my palette towards the back of my throat. At his new length he hit it easily and I suppressed my gag reflex and swallowed him down. That was a first for both of us and he looked down at me with passion clouded eyes.
I kept up a steady suction while my tongue danced across the underside of his hardness. Slowly I released him from my throat and allowed him to thrust at me for a moment. This was fun for a while but finally his member slid from my mouth half an inch at a time. He watched in surprise as it was revealed but somehow it did not dull his passion.
Utilizing his newly enhanced strength he pulled me onto the bed beside him. His mouth feasted upon mine for a moment before moving down to my new firm breasts. They were almost the same size as before, but now with no sag, stretch marks or flabby flesh to mar them. His tongue licked and flicked at my hardened nipples before his lips enveloped them. It was my turn to moan at the suction his mouth created while my hands clenched and unclenched in his short hair. Each pulse made my womb spasm and more and more moisture to pool under me.
My frantic hands finally urged him to fill me and he moved atop me. I reached my hand down and swiped the damp head of his throbbing cock across my wetness. It took half a dozen thrusts to firmly seat him to the hilt within me. Despite the ample lubrication my newly tightened and his newly expanded took a bit of maneuvering to seat perfectly together. When it happened though, we both groaned out loud. The feel of him throbbing deep within me, so hot and hard, made me shudder.
Once he started thrusting we knew that this was perfect. His body provided the perfect friction to reach all of my sensitive spots and mine now clutched at his like a grasping hand. Within a minute or two of long strokes I realized that I had not adjusted his stamina and feared that our very enjoyable interlude could end early. A shaky groan and cessation of movement indicated my fear was almost a reality.
With impressive strength, John held himself deep within me and rolled us over until he was lying upon his back underneath me. His hands kept my hips still while he kissed me deeply. As I had no idea what would increase his stamina I simply tried to speed my journey to completion to coincide with his. Rubbing myself upon his firm body beneath me, I moaned into his mouth.
His idle hands now moved to stroke my skin. He found my breast with one hand and toyed with the nipple. His other found my thigh, and then rounded cheek before venturing into unexplored territory, my rose. As his fingertip lightly stroked my inner muscles clenched. Something about this intrigued me and excited me enough to make my rubbing turn into frantic trusts. His knees bent and his hips pounded up at me while the tip of his finger painted our plentiful moisture around my rear entrance. I was on braced upon my hands, thrusting down as I rocked on his body. Each time our bodies crashed together his pubic bone pressured my clit, driving me higher and higher.
Our mutual orgasm hit on one particularly forceful thrust from both of us that coincided with his finger penetrating my virgin rear. We both gasped and shook at the wave of pleasure battering us. I squeaked slightly as he removed his digit and it brought an added shiver to my already quaking muscles. We panted together for a few minutes, recovering our wits and strength before he kissed me tenderly.
“I have always wanted to try that. Thank you.†He whispered while lightly kissing my ear.
I shivered at the sensation and moaned slightly, into his neck where my face was buried.
“My pleasure, dear, my pleasure.â€Â
Being the practical sort, I stood soon as I was able and fetched two towels from the bathroom. Gently I wiped up our combined juices from his body before chasing the drips that had escaped down my legs. Together we climbed into the sheets and snuggled together. I promised myself, before sleep claimed me, to look into human sexuality. While I did not want to change him completely I wanted to improve upon his stamina while heightening my own pleasure. Since I have never been very comfortable with my body, this area was lacking greatly.
Wrapped in each others arms, we fell asleep, content and satiated.