If Wishes Were Kisses - Part 3

Ben assumed he would get used to his new assets, especially after a few days and yet each morning as he woke with sore tits from sleeping on his chest he would groan and curse that stupid potion. Sometimes even Linda. He was grateful for the cool spring weather giving him an excuse to cover up in long sleeve jumpers and pants, not that they could possibly hide his new figure but it helped his dysmorphia when he glanced at his reflection in spoons and such.

They were taking turns sleeping on the couch and no matter where he was, or how tightly he wrapped the blankets around himself, Ben was cold. He missed having a warm body next to him, even if they never touched or cuddled, after five years of falling asleep and waking up with somebody else in the bed he had grown used to the company. Still, each time he thought of telling Linda to stay as she gathered her things to move to another room he would remember her secret, how she had made the ultimate fool of him; and no amount of kindness and understanding from her now could fix it. Weeks passed in this awkward limbo and if anything, things were getting worse. Ben felt jumpy and awkward around Linda and she could barely even look at him. This was not helped by his increasing libido. After several weeks of zero sexual contact he was starting to feel the urge; since Linda and he had stopped having sex he had taken to getting off alone in the shower like a sad sack embarrassingly often. The shock of the transformation had been enough to hold back his habits for a while but now that enough time had passed he was starting to feel a familiar yet altogether different warmth steadily growing between his legs each morning.

It was not like waking up with morning wood, more like a subtle ache, Like a sore muscle begging to be massaged and rubbed out. An itch that desperately wanted to be scratched. He did not want to indulge it though, firstly because he had no idea how to go about it from this…angle; and secondly because it just felt wrong. He did his best to channel that energy into other pursuits; such as his new role as housewife.

“I’m heading off to work.” Linda called, sticking her head into the kitchen for a split second before disappearing.

“Again?” He blinked, “Since when do you work on Saturdays?”

“I picked up extra shifts, remember? To cover…to make sure you don't need to worry about money.”

Ben bit his lip; he was not even the breadwinner anymore; was there no shred of his masculinity he could retain? Just another thing she had robbed him of; not that he could complain, she was right; they did need somebody to earn the green.

“Bye.” He called unenthusiastically, looking at the breakfast he’d just finished.

He had taken to cooking elaborate meals to fill the time; waffles and pancakes in the mornings, roast dinners at night. Linda was by no means a bad cook but she had no passion for it. Now that he had the time, Ben was slowly realising that he did. There was something relaxing, almost soothing about focusing his mind on a single direct task such as mincing garlic. The sounds, smells and actions all worked together to create a sort of pristine calm that meant his mind couldn’t wander to frustrated or dark places. Despite his irritation at Linda he felt his lips quirk; she had noticed, each time she was grateful and gave many compliments on his dishes that he could tell came from the heart. It felt nice to be appreciated like that. At work he’d slaved away for hours on financial reports and other such things only to have a nod of approval be his only thanks.

Cleaning also took up much of his day; it was amazing, just how much his mental health had improved by cleaning windows of all things. The grime and dust had built up subtly and as he wiped it away, humming a little tune he felt the pure light almost cleanse him. Further soothing that ever present anxiety and pent up sexual frustration. Ben ate his breakfast, making a mental list of all the chores that needed to be done around the house that day when he froze; realisation washing over him like cold water.

He’d become a housewife.

He looked at his reflection, warped by the spoon and sneered; so much for this woman being confident and cool. Turns out she was just a pathetic home maker with nothing to be proud of but a clean floor and a few dirty dishes.

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He’d not cleaned all day, a sort of quiet rebellion to himself, instead he had dusted off his gaming console and gone to town; logging on for the first time in months and burying himself in the FPS. A manly game, a manly hobby; almost as if to prove to himself he was still Ben deep down. He had not even picked a new ‘girl’ name to use yet and already he felt like his original identity was being eroded. He was glad to pick up the controller and find he was just as good as ever; at least this had not been taken from him.

“Ben, I’m home.” Linda called, he grunted. “How was your day?”

“Fine.”

“Get up to much.”

“Gaming.”

“Oh, okay.”

A pause.

“What’s for dinner?” A glance to the empty kitchen, “Did you want me to cook?”

“Sure, I don’t feel like it.” He shrugged without taking his eyes of the screen, it was a lie.

“Okay well…I’ll get started soon then.”

Awkwardly she wandered down to the office and shut the door and Ben gave a quiet, bitter laugh to himself; sucks to be on the other side, doesn’t it Linda? He kept playing but his mind began to wander, guilt creeping up his spine until it forced him to put the controller down. What was he doing? He was a grown man, sort of; yet here he was acting like a scorned teenager. Payback never helped any relationship and to be fair Linda had never asked him to take up a housewife role, hell she offered to cook herself a second ago. That spell changed his body, not his mind, he could not take out his frustration on her, it was just wrong.

Feeling crappy he turned off the console and wandered down to the study; poor Linda was probably doing extra work to compensate for his lack of work. After he apologised for being snippy, he should start working on a new name so he could at least get a job in a coffee shop or something. He went to knock only to notice the door was slightly ajar; the latch had been faulty here for years, you really had to slam the door to get it closed, it seemed Linda had forgotten this time. A soft moan made his jaw drop; he knew that sound, he’d dreamed of it so often. With a cat’s grace, he crept around the door, peering through the crack to see Linda watching a video. She was leaning back in the office chair with her back to him, even from this angle he could tell one of her hands were in her pants. The video on screen was…him. His shocked, male face as huge tits inflated on his chest.

Ben thought he should feel violated or embarrassed; to see Linda getting off to his transformation but in reality, he felt almost flattered. Married people still masturbated; it was something so many people liked to deny but it was true. How many husbands got to walk in on their wives getting off to videos of them? Rather than some plastic surgery filled fake bimbo on PornHub? It made sense, he did have the perfect, most attractive body Linda could ever want and that realisation made him grin. Linda’s legs were shaking now, she was close. She was sure to be humiliated when he caught her, perhaps there was some sense in payback after all; it was about time Linda experienced some of the embarrassment he’d gone through. For the first time realising the power he now had, Ben let the door slowly swing open, making Linda jump as it hit the back wall. She swivelled the chair round to face him, a look of abject horror on her face.

“Ben, oh God, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like you were getting off watching me become a woman.” He spoke, ensuring his voice betrayed no emotion.

“I…I…”

“Come on Linda,” He purred, walking forward to cup her chin, “You would think a seasoned liar like you could come up with something.”

Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated; how had he not realised that he had her in the palm of his hand this whole time?

“I didn’t mean to lie…” She whispered; eyes still wide.

“But you did,” He murmured, that pent up arousal coming to the front, “And I think, you need to make it up to me.”

“...Okay.”

Her voice was trembling with anticipation and arousal and it sent a purge of power and dominance through him. He had no desire to get himself off in this new body but if it were Linda doing it…that would be different. Gently, he tugged her to stand and switched their positions; sitting himself down the office chair and further forcing her onto the ground. She folded onto her knees without hesitation, her pants still unzipped in the front.

“Undress me.”

She swallowed and with more eagerness than even he could have predicted she reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly, like she was savouring the experience of his heavy breasts being revealed. He was wearing the bra she’d picked out and Ben heard her whimper with want seeing that silky green fabric. She glanced up to his face, silently asking permission and he nodded before she flicked a finger under the hooks and his breasts were free. A hand reached forward but he batted it away.

“I didn’t say you could touch yet.”

“Sorry!”

“Before that, tell me, why is it now you can’t take your eyes off me, when all week you could barely look me in the eyes?”

Linda flushed, looking ashamed of herself.

“You’re…really pretty I didn’t want you to think I was…fetishising you.”

“You were though, weren’t you?” Ben cupped her chin to force her to return his stare, she nodded.

“How many times have you gotten off thinking about this body?”

“Too many times.”

“DO you want to touch me?”

“Yes!” She breathed; desperation evident in her voice.

“Then beg for it.”

“Please, please let me touch you. Your tits are so beautiful, I have wanted to suck on them since the moment they formed.”

Warmth and wetness bloomed between Ben’s legs, that ache getting stronger with each desperate word that escaped Linda’s mouth. To see her so vulnerable, aching for permission just to touch him was intoxicating. His nipples began to harden and Linda’s eyes were glued to the skin, watching as that dark pink blush spread across the freckled skin. Ben’s own voice turned husky.

“Go on then.”

With a soft moan she stretched upwards, still on her knees while he leaned forward to finally grant her access. Her soft tongue swiped across his nipples and he gasped; they were so much more sensitive than he thought. Linda knew exactly what she was doing, running the rough flat of her tongue across the skin before circling it with the tip, teasing out the pleasure as much as possible before taking it full in her mouth and suckling. Ben groaned, each suck sending a fork of lightning through him, the bolt settling in his lower stomach and rapidly increasing the ache between his legs. Linda was moaning to, one hand gripping the office chair for support as she leaned forwards on her knees, the other suspiciously moving toward her open pants.

“D-don’t you dare.” Ben breathed, “You don’t get to touch yourself until I say.”

Linda just moaned deeply, sending vibrations across his skin and deep into his breast. This is what he needed; a bit of pleasure and gratification. For the first time in weeks, Ben felt in control and loved it. Linda continued to lavish attention on his breasts, running her fingers along the soft skin and sucking until it was almost too much. Ben could feel himself getting wetter and wetter, hyper aware of every inch of soft skin between his legs and how slick his passage felt. Linda’s hands fell to his hips, subtly indicating that he should rise. He did so, awash in the feeling of his teeth gentling biting down on his sensitive nipple. She easily slid his pants and underwear off, as she finally pulled back. Both of them were gasping for breath, Linda swallowed nervously but said nothing as Ben smiled down at her.

“That’s…quite the talent mouth you have, never saw that sort of attention before, did I?”

“No…I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you.” Ben replied and he meant it, “because you’re going to make it up to me now.”

Linda whimpered, looking at the bright, curly red hair between his legs. It was already dyed a slightly darker hue thanks to the slickness slowing from him. Ben felt a thrum of power pass through him; his wife was staring at his spread legs like a dying man would food. Slowly, almost reverently, she lowered her face to his pussy, pausing for a moment so that he could feel her hot breath on his skin. He was already to primed and ready just that soft brush of wind made him shiver and when her lips touched the slick folds he couldn’t hold back a moan. Her warm tongue parted his folds with ease, slowly licking from tip to hole. The tip swirled around his clit and Ben could feel it bulge, hips bucking in response to the intensity. It was stronger than any pleasure he had ever known; it was somehow almost too strong yet not enough. He curled a hand into Linda’s dark hair and began to thrust against her face, feeling the soft scrape of teeth and lips against him.

“O-Oh God, yes, yes! Don’t stop!”

Linda double down, increasing her pressure and speed, actually pushing her tongue inside him to lick at his inner walls. The action made Ben quiver, a pressure was building inside him and he knew he would not last much longer.

“Touch yourself.” He breathed, “I want to feel you cum while eating me out!”

She needed no further encouragement; he watched as one hand disappeared from his sides to duck between her legs. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel the way her body began to tremble as she vigorously began to finger herself while never slowing her tongue between his folds. They’d never done anything like this before, he felt wild and naughty as slowly that tightness formed in his lower stomach. It wasn’t like cumming as a man, there were no balls to tighten and it came on so much slower, the build driving him mad as each stroke against his inner walls felt better than the previous, yet still not enough. Finally, Linda sucked against his clit and it pushed him over the edge. He bucked and sighed, eyes rolling back as his back arched and the pleasure washed over him. Linda was groaning as she too fell over the edge, likely pushed by the wonton sounds escaping his mouth. He could feel her shudder against him, her moans sending further vibrations against his over stimulated pussy.

Finally, exhausted they both fell apart; Ben sagging back into the chair and Linda to the floor. Her face was soaked, juices and salvia dripping down her chin. She had never looked sexier and she wasn’t even undressed! His confidence began to wane, all that power instilled in him by the situation leaving him as he came down from the strongest orgasm of his life.

“Was that…okay?” Linda asked finally, wiping off her face.

Ben just nodded. He did now know how to feel; that sort of passion was the very thing he drank that potion to achieve but had the steep cost been worth it? He could not say. Linda looked equally confused; neither of them really knowing what this moment meant for them going forward. Were they a couple again? Had they even really stopped being one in the first place? Had he given her false hope that their marriage would continue? Did she even want that? Ben rubbed at his forehead, feeling a headache starting; this was too much for him to deal with right now.

He stood, awkwardly pulling his pants back on and feeling them instantly dampen with all the juices still running down his legs. Linda was back to not meeting his eyes; maybe this had been a mistake. He cleared his throat awkwardly and moved to leave only to feel a hand close around his wrist. Linda was still on her knees, eyes pleading.

“Are we…okay now?” She asked quietly.

Ben did not know how to answer.

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Surprise! This story ended up being a lot bigger than I initially planned, far bigger than I can write this month so it will be continuing next month as well! Head over to the poll to have your say on which direction Linda and Ben’s story should go.

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