Wife’s Discipline 02

Author: DGW
Word count: 11481
As the sex between my wife and I heats up, the relationship between my wife and I is getting better and better. We miss each other almost all the time, and I believe that Ting must be thinking about how to achieve higher sexual satisfaction every day since he became enlightened about sex.

It’s just that the number of my erections has become less and less recently, but my skin has become better and better, more and more like a woman’s skin. And because of food intake control, my weight dropped to about 53 kg, and even my waist came out, which was okay, but I found that I started to have female breasts.

Generally speaking, this phenomenon is caused by modern children who like to eat fried chicken and other foods that have been injected with growth hormone. However, I found that my breasts gradually swelled. Although it is not too big, it feels a bit like the feeling of primary school girls who have just developed breasts.

Hearing my question, Ting understood what I meant, and suddenly became unhappy: “Sister Ling, your breasts are too small, why don’t I make them bigger for you?”

Hearing what Ting said, I realized that it was really related to taking the medicine, and it was Ting’s intention, which made it difficult for me to accept for a while: “Ting…why did you let me take this? I’m a man, what does it look like when a man’s breasts become bigger?”

Ya Ting heard me say this, but did not answer immediately, but suddenly leaned over and licked my nipples with her sweet tongue (Note: I was already dressed up at this time, wearing Ting’s sexy underwear and pajamas). Stimulated by her sweet tongue, I began to hum and moan like a girl.

And when she put her hand into my briefs, she suddenly drilled her index finger into my asshole, and inserted a part of her finger into it. Whenever Ting uses this trick, I don’t know the reason, but because of Ting’s insertion, I always imagine myself as Ting’s senior sister at that moment, that is, the sister Ling imitated in the subconscious suddenly occupies myself.

At this time, Ting would always guide me: “Sister Ling, you are so lewd! Do you want a big cock to penetrate you?” And every time at this time, I would not be able to bear the huge stimulation of self-humiliation and would have the idea of ​​extreme self-abandonment, panting like a woman’s moan: “Ting, Sister Ling wants a man, a big cock, I want…”

It’s just that after I asked this question today, Ting didn’t seem very happy, she suddenly left her fingers from my briefs, and then said in a commanding tone: “Sister Ling, let me take you outside for a walk today!”

Hearing what Ting said, I couldn’t help being startled. Could it be that Ting wants me to go out wearing this? So I stammered and asked cautiously: “Ting, do you want me to dress like this…”

Ting glared at me, showing a little weird smile: “Of course not, my good sister Ling, if you dress like this, I promise you will be raped if you don’t get out!” After speaking, he smiled triumphantly: “You don’t know that with my efforts this month, you are nowAlready a great beauty? ”

After finishing speaking, Ting dragged me to her closet and began to choose a fluffy light yellow dress, plus a light coat… After a while of dressing up in Ting, I became an elegantly dressed beauty in a dress and short skirt.

Facing the mirror, I really couldn’t help admiring Ting’s efforts on me this month. In addition, because of the pills, Ting’s supposedly flat breasts were squeezed out of a groove by Ting’s newly bought bra.

Then Ting put on a coat himself, and threw the car keys to me: “Sister Ling, let’s go to McDonald’s.” I was taken aback by her idea, and couldn’t help but stammered, “Ting, there are so many people in McDonald’s, I really dare not…”

Ting smiled and kissed my lips that had just been painted with lipstick, and said with a smile: “You will also be worried? Don’t you men love to see our girls go to crowded places without underwear?”

Hearing what she said, I couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. To be honest, I have really thought about this kind of plot, but I just didn’t really do it. My wife understands men’s psychology. It seems that my wife will also peek at pornographic articles…

Just as I was thinking about it, I got into the car with my wife. Fortunately, it was night and McDonald’s had a drive-thru, so I wore women’s clothing with anxiety and followed my wife to McDonald’s drive-thru.

When I came to window No. 1, the waiter was a work-student who looked like a college student. He obviously couldn’t see that I was dressed up, so he asked formulaically, “Miss, what meal number do you want?” Just as I was hesitating, my wife grabbed the order from the passenger seat and said, “I want six ice cream cones, buy a bag and put them in a bag.” So I quickly took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to the work-student.

The work-study student took another look at me before he left. I don’t know if it’s because my wife has good makeup skills to make me look beautiful, or he noticed something wrong? So all the way back home safe and sound.

(8) Wife’s Training (4) Ice Cream Cone

When I got home, I saw Ting’s cheeks were flushed. Looking at her expression, I knew that Ting felt very excited about tonight’s adventure, and this stimulated her lust. Ting asked me to freeze the six ice cream cones in the refrigerator first, and then she went into the toilet by herself, not knowing what she was doing.

Not long after, I heard Ting’s voice coming from the toilet: “Ziling, come in and help me.”

When I heard it, I couldn’t help being curious, Yiting’s emotional expression just now, logically speaking, she should be “abusing” me soon after returning home, but now she asks me for help in the toilet instead. So I went into the toilet according to her instructions, and found that Ting had taken off her skirt and silk stockings, and there was something in a washbasin on the ground. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be utensils and potions for washing the intestines.

I couldn’t help being stunned for a moment: “Ting, are you constipated?”

Ting was asked in a daze by me, and she tapped me on the back with her small fist in embarrassment and said, “Why are you asking this question? You are constipated!” Then she pulled me: “What are you looking at? Why don’t you hurry up and help others!”

Only then did I understand that the pavilion turned out to beAsk me to wash her intestines. it’s really another