Read Part 1 Here.

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Part 2…

When my wife and I got home, it was fashion show time. I was told to strip and try on seven additional pairs of panties and bras that I didn’t even know we had bought. Hipsters, lacey, silky, thongs, you name it. All the while, my wife took pictures. When I slipped on the first thong, she laughed and said, “To think you started roids to be more muscular, yet it landed you in a thong that your clit and balls easily fit in. Now that’s ironic.”

I realized I needed to pee, so I asked, “Could you remove the tape? I’ve got to pee.”

Sarah replied, “No, silly. Here I’ll come to help you wipe.”

So my wife followed me into the bathroom and watched me try to pee through this taped-up skin. It dribbled down the front and into the bowl. She then got some tp and explained which direction to wipe. I cried again with a purple thong around my thighs while my wife watched me wipe.

Once I came back into our room, my wife said, “I think you need a pick me up. Strip hot stuff.”

So I took off my clothes while I assumed the tape was coming off after I got her off. I went down on her forever, using the vibrator, strap-on, and the works. She had multiple orgasms. Then I stood up and asked what she needed to remove the tape for my turn. She replied, “Nothing, come lay down.”

She began to lick my nipples. This felt incredible, but nothing responded downstairs as expected. Then she started rubbing against my crotch. This felt foreign almost but not bad, accompanied by the nipple play. Then she placed her vibrator against my perineum. This felt incredible, and I immediately began to orgasm.

She giggled and said, “Because your cum’s gotten so clear, it just looks like you’re wet. I want to drain you, though.”

She then plunged her vibrator in and against my prostate, it felt like. I quickly began to ejaculate. Not sure I’d call it an orgasm, but it brought pleasure. She continued until I wasn’t spasming anymore. I tried to wash up in the bathroom, but it was all in and under the skin.

I told Sarah, and she responded, “Clean up as much as possible. I’ll ask Jarrod what to do about it at dinner, sweetie. He will be here soon so maybe get dressed. Your shirts aren’t gonna fit over your boobs with a bra, so I grabbed a few shirts at Victoria’s Secret. There’s legging as well if you’re interested.”

This set me off. I charged into the bathroom and said, “I’m not wearing women’s shirts and leggings. I only need bras because of these stupid things. I am a man!”

She snickered and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, but you’re throwing a fit, stomping around with no clothes on, and I still can’t see your ‘manhood.’ I can tell this is bothering you. I’ll have Jarrod come by and fix this after dinner. I’d say he could before, but we spent two hours having sex, which is the longest ever, I might add, and he made reservations. Why don’t you go to the den, and I’ll tell Jarrod I’ll meet him outside.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t think me yet,” she said. “Since I’m making this easy and frankly haven’t left your ass considering you’re not even a man, I expect you to at least be wearing a bra and panties when we return. If you find it more masculine, not only have that on, I leave that up to you.”

I heard her leave and remembered saying this was booby tape at the store. I don’t know what that means, but it sounded easily removable. I proceeded to try to remove it, and it did come off. Slowly I was uncovering my ‘manhood,’ which was entirely internal, and I couldn’t feel my balls until I realized they had been pushed back into me and taped. That tape was almost exclusively on my ball sack, and I couldn’t bring myself to rip it off. Honestly, how I looked now was worse. Instead of just looking like a woman, I looked like a man with no balls and a nonexistent penis. I was able to clean up my cum, though. I went to grab the day panties and bra, a.k.a the Grey cotton set that felt the least feminine, only to find Sarah had thrown all but the lacey pink pair into the wash. A logical man would have just put on his boxers, but I was defeated and slipped on the lacey pink set.

Since I’d worn so many different women’s underwear sets and styles that day, I didn’t think about the fact my package shouldn’t have fit without tape. I just grabbed a beer and watched sports.

*****

When they arrived back, they were tipsy and loud. I walked into the living room, very unsure of what to expect.

As soon as Sarah saw me, she said, “Wow. I genuinely expected to find you in boxers. I guess you like the new you.”

Her arms were wrapped around Jarrod’s (i mean Dr. Harris) arm while she said this. Seemed a little too cozy for old friends just catching up.

I said, “No, I don’t, actually. I removed all your tape that ‘only Jarrod’ could remove, and I’m practically falling out of this thong.”

“I was wondering why I saw so much hair,” she said. “But, babe, I’m afraid all that’s visible is your pubic hair. Otherwise, you look completely flat. If I had known that, we could have avoided the tape altogether.”

I was pissed and yelled, “I’m a man, dammit. Look at my cock,” while pulling my panties to my knees.

At this point, Jarrod joined in, laughing at me too. He said, “I know you’re a patient, so I say this from a professional standpoint. That’s not a cock anymore. A penis, sure. Tiny, but sure. No, that’s not a cock…” and with that, in one motion he dropped his pants (he had on no underwear) revealing a soft thick six-inch cock that would have put my hard pre-roid dick to shame. “This is a cock,” he said proudly.

I was stunned. Sarah was mesmerized and even reached for it before I interrupted her. “Babe, you can’t touch him.”

Jarrod smugly said, “I don’t care if she wants to. It’s been a while since she felt a cock.”

So Sarah grabbed his cock with both hands and massaged it to a full erection within seconds. Had to be eight or nine inches.

She said, “Come here, babe. I want to compare.”

While I walked over with my panties around my ankles, she dropped her dress, revealing she wasn’t wearing undies.

She turned toward me while massaging his cock and started to flick my package with her tongue, saying, “Taped or not, I feel like I’m licking a girl’s clit more than a man’s cock. Wait, babe. Um, I don’t know if you’ll feel this is good or bad, but you’re hard.”

I reached down, embarrassed that this caused my first erection in months, until I felt it. It hadn’t grown any. It was just a hard, maybe an inch-long nub.

She said, “Alright, now that’s everyone’s excited. It’s time to compare.”

First, she held Jarrod’s cockhead, untaped my balls, and held my entire package in the other hand while remarking, “I knew it. His head is bigger than your whole package, with some to spare. Let’s measure length. He’s 8.5 inches, to be kind to you. You are, maybe, 2.25 inches. Oh, wait. I didn’t flip the tape. That was in centimeters. Two and a quarter centimeters, not inches. Hmm, it’s hard to say in inches, really. Let’s keep the centimeter measure for you, sweetie.”

I replied, ” I get it—”

But she cut me off. “One more measurement.” She reached down to her clit and had me read it off.

I said, “One inch and a smidge, maybe an eighth.”

Jarrod said, “Holy shit. She’s closer to being a man than you are now. You know scientifically.”

Sarah jumped in, almost embarrassed. “Babe, I’m so sorry. I just thought it would be closer to the length of me than him. That was supposed to be the embarrassing part. Not that I was longer. I honestly didn’t think you’d get hard. Um, I’m really horny, and um, Jarrod has the only cock, I mean bigger cock, I mean, he took me to dinner. Do you think I could repay him?”

I was crushed. My wife had more hanging than me. I pulled my panties up and still fit completely even when hard, and now my wife was going to sleep with another man. Okay, fine, the only man in the house.

I retreated to the spare bedroom and spent the evening masturbating like a girl to the sound of my wife getting fucked.

All because I took steroids.

 

The End.

 

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