Batwoman meets Catwoman Part One
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Two Weeks, Part 1 free porn video
"What is this?" I asked, as Jennifer handed me a somewhat large pill to
have with my breakfast of cereal and fruit.
"A vitamin, of course. I have been worried about the shape your in,
especially with you starting your new job," she replied, putting a vitamin
bottle back in the cupboard. Of course I didn't expect anything, even
though she never woke up when I left for work before. I had started a new
job, nothing special but it was in the construction field. So, long hours
and physical labour. And she was right, I wasn't in the physical
condition for it. After 5 years of easy living with her, I had put on
more than a couple extra pounds.
I downed the vitamin with my breakfast, and took off for work, giving her
a kiss goodbye. Jennifer and I had been together for the last 5 years,
and she was perfect in so many ways. She loved cooking and didn't mind
cleaning. She believed in taking after her man. She was tall, taller
than my 5'10 even, and even though she had put on weight with me, she was
fantastically beautiful in my eyes. Gorgeous brown eyes and a beautiful
smile. She was funny, caring and almost everything you'd want. Even my
attraction to feminine items, though it wasn't at all her cup of tea,
she'd give in and tell me a story, while stroking my cock sometimes. The
only complaints I had with my relationship were that she never real got
all prettied up, at least, not getting her hair in nails done, like I
wished she would. She said it wasn't her style.
Of course, she had a couple complaints with me, too. Who wouldn't, after
five years of living together? She loved me dearly, but didn't like that
I didn't clean up as much as, I admit, I should have. She didn't mind me
looking at other women, but sometimes when I commented to her on how they
looked, I knew it bothered her.
Anyway, after spending an exhausting day at work, clocking a couple hours
of overtime because of the foreman screwing up and expecting me to fix it,
I finally was heading home to enjoy my long weekend. I recieved a call on
my cellphone, while driving home.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, love, how was your day at work?" came the sweet voice of my wife.
"It was alright, wish I had finished earlier, so I could get home and see
you."
"Well, you'll have to delay a bit longer. I need you to pick up a couple
things at the drug store for me, before you get home."
"Sure, what do we need?"
"I want you to get some wax strips for me and you can even pick out a
colour of nail polish for me too, as a treat," she said, knowing I loved
picking out things like that for her.
"Alright, see you soon."
I hung up and went to the drug store as asked. Bought the wax and a hot
colour of pink nail polish that I thought would look great on her. I sped
home and couldn't wait to see her. For once, she had the weekend off work
as well, and we'd get to spend some much needed time together.
The weekend went pretty much as expected, right up until Sunday evening.
We had sex, did errands, went to see a movie, the usual good stuff.
Sunday night, however, she surprised me. She had just waxed her legs and
around her pussy, making her nice and smooth, and walked up to me, tracing
her finger along the front of my jeans.
"You want this, lover?" she asked, her brown eyes twinkling, already
knowing the answer. Much like a zombie, I shambled into our bedroom after
her, my clothes somehow falling off along the way. She pulled me onto the
bed and kissed me passionately, filling my mouth with her tongue. My hand
found its way quickly down between her legs. After a few minutes of
making out, my finger softly tracing around her clit, I manuevered myself
into position on top of her.
"Wait, honey, I want to try something," she said, holding my dick tight,
preventing it from going where it desperately wanted to.
Frustrated, and eager for release, I asked, "What, babe? What do you want
to try?" Expecting her to ask me to assume another position. She smiled
at me, and rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She came back
with a box of wax strips. I raised an eyebrow looking at her.
"I think it'd look hot if your cock wasn't covered in a forest. It'd make
it look bigger, that's why the porn stars do it," she announced. I
grimaced, thinking about how much it'd hurt.
"I don't know if I could handle it. I think it'd hurt," I replied,
meekly, trying to find some sort of excuse.
"Well, we can do your legs first, to see if you can..." she said, with a
mischeivous smile. She felt my cock throb at that and didn't wait for an
answer. She pulled out a strip and stuck it to my leg, and pulled, before
I could protest. It hurt, but not unbearably, and I was horny, especially
after feeling how smooth it was, so I let her continue. After what felt
like hours, but was probably more like minutes, I was completely smooth,
from the waist down. With only letting out a small, "Mmmmm," after feeling
my smooth cock, she pulled herself down on it and straddled me, until
seconds later, I filled her. She kissed me, rolled off of me, and went to
the bathroom to clean up. I was in a happy daze, thinking that the last
time I had asked her, while horny of course, if I could please shave my
legs, she had become very upset. I guess miracles could happen, but I
wasn't going to press my luck.
The next couple weeks passed, pretty much the same. Lots of work, and
when I started getting stubble down there, she had me wax again. Vitamins
in the morning, sex as often as was practical. Life was pretty good.
After I had waxed the second time, she had taken my picture, after much
protesting from me, saying she thought it was cute, and wanted something
to look at while I was at work. I let her and all was good. I found
myself more and more in moods of blissful euphoria, and chalked it up to
how life was going.
One day, after work, when we were playing around, Jennifer fondled my
chest. She sat up and looked at me with a bit of concern in her eyes.
"I think you've put on a little more weight, hon. Your chest seems more
substantial. I think it's time we got a gym membership and started
working on it. We don't want to wait until we're in our late 20s or even
30s to start, because it only gets harder," she had said, and an hour
later, I found myself sweating and struggling on the eliptical.
Again, two weeks went by, and it seemed as if I new routine was formed. I
would wax my legs when they grew stubble, and would go to the gym with
Jennifer (wearing light track pants to hide my legs, of course). I felt
my energy level increase even in those two weeks, and though there were no
physical changes yet, I could tell this exercising was doing a lot of
good. I tried to do some free weights, but Jennifer would get mad at me
and tell me that weights don't take weight off, they put it on, and it'd
be best if we just concentrated on cardio. I gave in and did so.
As if by clockwork, at the two week mark of going to the gym, Jennifer
sprung something else on me.
"Hey, Mike, you wanted me to get my nails done, right? Gel nails, wasn't
it?" she asked me, with the same mischievous smile on her lips. She was
glowing with energy and vitality from our exercise and I was now growing
hard at what she was saying.
"Yeah, I did. I was hoping you would get them done again. They were so
hot when you got them done a couple years ago," I replied, remembering
that after that, she hadn't wanted to get them done again.
"Well, I have a deal for you. To show me how much you want them, how
about you get your toenails done the same way as I will get my nails done?
Then you'll have to put up with them, as well," she said, with a grin.
Well, not a couple hours later, I found myself horribly ashamed, nervous,
and with a raging hard on, sitting in a nail salon, with a lady working
furiously on not only giving me gel toenails, but making my feet a little
more presentable. I couldn't help but be embarrassed at their giggles,
especially when they saw my waxed legs, but watching Jen getting her nails
done made up for it. After that was done, I sped in the direction of
home, but she redirected me to stop at an adult toy store. She told me
that she wanted a new dildo, so we went in and looked for one for her.
After a few minutes, her attention focused on a large, black shiny one,
that was 9". It was slightly longer than my cock, and a bit thicker. She
whispered in my ear, when she pointed at it, asking if I'd be jealous that
a bigger cock got to fuck her. I turned red, but didn't reply.
It didn't take her long to rip it out of the packaging when we got home.
We quickly found ourselves in the bedroom, me fucking her with the dildo,
her moaning for it to pound into her cunt harder and faster. She wanted
to break it in, she said. After she shuddered with what looked to be a
huge orgasm, I went to take it's place. She stopped me.
"No, honey. I want you to keep fucking me with it. I want it tonight.
Besides, I'm sure you want a nice handjob with my beautiful new nails,
don't you?"
How could I refuse that? So I pulled off my pants and underwear and
gasped as she traced her nails down my cock. The effort that she gave at
making me feel good seemed directly related to how hard the dildo was
fucking her, so before long my arm was getting sore, and my cock was
getting ready to explode. And then she stopped.
"Why don't you take your socks off? Are you embarrassed? Come one, you get
to see my nails, so I want to see yours," she said, her hand holding still
on my pulsing penis.
It didn't take me long to take off my socks and wimper for her to
continue.
"Only if you look at your toes while I stroke you," she replied,
adamantly. It took me only half a minute for my cum to spill out, leaking
down my cock and on her hot fingers. She cleaned up and we went to bed,
me being completely exhausted from work, gym and the sex following both.
It was weird, for the next two weeks, she seemed to want to do dildo more
than me. In fact, I think I only got to fuck her two times in those two
weeks. I still enjoyed it a lot, but was missing having sex with her. Of
course, the two weeks continued much the same, with me waxing my legs, and
even getting my nails, and hers, touched up near the end of the two week
period. It had now been a month of going to the gym, and the results were
starting to show. More vividly with her than me, but my stomach seems to
be less loose and flabby, and my legs showing off their toning a bit
better. The only thing is that my chest seemed around the same size. It
was really starting to bother me, and with everything else that was going
on, start to wonder. Especially when she asked me something else, that
night.
We started our usual sexual play, me fucking her hard with her black
dildo, and her stroking my cock while I watched my toes. Then she
stopped, and pulled out her smaller, pink dildo, that the black one
replaced. Without a word, she pressed it to my lips, and I let it in,
then she moved her fingernails down, but not to my aching cock. Instead,
she started playing with my nipples. I was horribly turned on and I
started giving the pink dildo the best blow job it's probably ever
recieved. After she finally had an orgasm, she just lightly touched my
cock and I came all over myself. Now, this had started me getting a bit
concerned, but what really made me talk to her was after I had cleaned up.
"I'd like you to wear these," she said, holding up a satin, blue thong. I
looked at it with longing, but also with worry. This wasn't the Jennifer
I'd been with for the last five years.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can, Jen. I mean, what has gotten into you? I
know I've had these fantasies, but this is getting to be a little much.
You don't even like these things, so why are you doing this? I mean,
you're making me take hormones, aren't you?" I asked, worried a bit about
the answer, too.
"I really wish you wouldn't have asked that, Michael, but since you did, I
have no choice but to show you," she replied, quizzically. She led me
over to our computer and went to a website. It was titled "You Make Him a
Her". I was in shock as I read the premise. Basically, someone would pay
a $10 a month access fee to this site, and they'd be able to vote on how
to transform someone and on who the person would be. The most shocking
thing, was the person to be transformed was me. After she showed me the
polls that waxing and gel toe nails had one, she showed me one more poll.
It asked, If Mike asks me about the changes, what should I do to him? The
choices were; 1. Do his eyebrows. 2. Get his nipples, tongue, and belly
button pierced. 3. Have him take the pink dildo in his ass after sucking
it during the sex sessions, and 4. Ban him from watching sports or any
manly programming. Number two had the most votes. After she showed me
that one, she brought up another poll. It was labelled as a premium poll
and said $5 a vote and asked, If Mike finds out the truth about the
hormones, what should I do? The choices to this one were, 1. Have him give
his first blow job, 2. Have him permanently dressed when at home, 3. Have
him get the work "Slut" tattooed on his ass and I Heart Cum tattoed under
his right breast, or 4. Have electrolysis performed on his face,
underarms, and pubes. Number 3 was the predominate choice here.
"I'm not doing that, Jen. This is ridiculous. I don't want people
knowing about my secret, for one. And two, I don't want other people
controlling my life. Close the site down, right now," I demanded, trying
to not let any of my excitement or horniness into my voice.
"I'm not going to do that, Mike. I was going to leave you. I was sick of
your love for girly things, and I wanted to move on. Spend some time
alone, try to have more of a life. And then I thought of this way to
profit off it. I don't know if you saw any of the vote counts, but I'm
already making $8000 a month from the website, and it's growing daily.
There's no way I'm going to give that up. So you're going to put on that
thong and come with me to the tattoo and piercing parlour, or else I send
the site to your family and your boss, and then leave you," she said,
suddenly losing all the sound of love from her voice.
I felt as if the world had fallen out from under me. She must have seen
it, because she then said, "Michael, this whole thing as made me start
loving you again, in a new, exciting way. Please, don't ruin this for us.
Right now, I'm going to be sharing all this money with you, but you've got
to do as I say. Or rather, as the users of your website say. You're
theirs now."
After thinking for a moment, I grabbed the thong she was holding out and
slid them up my smooth legs. They looked ridiculous with the bulge in the
front of them, but I looked ridiculous too, with my legs smooth and my
toes all done, and what I now knew were small breasts on my chest.
I don't know if it was my mood but the laughing and under the breath
comments at the tattoo parlour didn't seem to bug me as much, as if I were
numb to them. After just an hour and a half there, I had my tongue
pierced with a plain barbell, my nipples with small silver hoops, and my
belly button with a silver piece of jewellery that had a pink flower, in
gems, on it. My ass hurt, where the word slut sat, permanentally, and my
chest was sore too, telling everyone that I loved cum. Pictures were
taken by Jennifer, and far from being sad, I was more curious...
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