The “game” started out innocent enough as my wife produced a chastity cage. She told me that if I could stay caged for 5 days, she’d finally let me fuck her ass. Something I’ve wanted since the day we met.
Now, my cock was a little bit longer than average but extremely thick. At 7.5” long x 6” thick, I was nearly rock hard while trying to put the cage on, thinking I had this challenge in the bag. It took me nearly an hour to calm down to the point that I could lock the clasp.
Amy had sat in front of me the entire time, watching me struggle and squeeze. A sly grin came across her face just as she pulled the key out of the lock. It was literally the loudest locking mechanism I had ever heard. The moment she pulled the key out, I could feel a change in the air as the echo from the lock filled my ears/brain.
Amy quickly began to undress, revealing her C-cup breasts in a red lacy bra. She was also wearing my favorite red thong, barely hiding her tight little pussy. It was obvious that she was going to make this hard on me.
The next morning, I could tell something was different. My 6 pack was a little pudgier and I felt sluggish. My massive cock strained against the cage the entire day. Amy looked just as hot as ever though. She spent the day walking around the house naked. I swear her breasts looked a half cup bigger and her ass was perkier. I was just as confident as ever, waiting for my turn to pound that.
Day two was much worse. My cock still strained against the cage, but it wasn’t nearly as excruciating. My 6 pack was gone but I chucked it up to being bloated. Amy was still milking her body for all she could. It was obvious that she didn’t want to give up her ass and was trying to make me lose my willpower. It looked like she had lost 15 pounds in two days. Her already petite body was incredibly lean and a little taller. Her breasts were easily a DD cup now and her ass would be the envy of any woman. I passed out that night dreaming of how I used to fuck her.
Day three, I quite literally rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror. Gone was my chiseled body, replaced by nothing but fat. I grabbed handfuls in disbelief before I noticed that the cage felt pretty loose. Somehow my cock was at full attention, but it didn’t even touch the sides of the cage.
Amy stepped out of the bathroom and held back a laugh as she looked me up and down. She was just as hot as the night before with all of her assets just a little more defined. She pulled out her phone and dialed her ex right in front of my eyes. Jason had been her fiancé before she called off the engagement two years ago. She confessed to me one drunken night that he was perfect for her, mentally. It was simply that his body didn’t do it for her. She didn’t want to come across as shallow, but she needed a real man to please her every night. Unlike the one wearing a cage in front of her.
I didn’t think much of it at the time as she was obviously with me for that exact reason. I fucked her brains out that night knowing that I was her perfect physical match and put it out of my thoughts until just now.
I had seen pictures of the two of them so I knew exactly who it was after he showed up to the front door. She eagerly let him into OUR house. The way she had described him, I assumed he would be a puny little man. For the first time I realized that I wasn’t just looking up at Amy now, but Jason also toward over me. Amy must have been 5’10”, perfect for a goddess, making him at least 6’5”.
He leaned in for a kiss while I stood there caged. I tried to protest but something was preventing me from reacting at all. She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes as she reached out and grabbed my “cock”. She turned and smiled at me again. She began to pull me to the couch. I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to, mentally something had changed. But also, physically, she absolutely dominated me now.
She pushed me down as Jason undressed. She explained that the cage wasn’t simply a chastity cage. Her grandmother had heard how arrogant I was and cursed the cage, giving it to Amy to use when the time was right. She wasn’t sure exactly how the curse would work. But when she stepped out of the bathroom this morning and saw my pudgy body, she knew exactly who it used to belong to.
Jason was fully hard as he sat down on the couch. His long thick cock pointed straight in the air. I would have recognized that cock anywhere as it used to hang between my legs. Amy grabbed the base and leaned in for a kiss commenting on how much she just loves that long thick shaft.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I was at the whole scene. I still wasn’t able to respond but my cock had already betrayed me. Amy looked over as I convulsed on the couch next to them. My balls produced the tiniest little spurt of cum I had ever seen as she continued to undress. She wasn’t wearing a bra this time as her DDD breasts had outgrown all of her old ones.
She let Jason peel my favorite thong off her body. The red fabric was clearly a G-string now as her ass had grown to the perfect size. “Just so you know, you’re smaller than Jason ever was. It’s obvious that my grandmothers magic didn’t just swap your body type with his, it has transferred some of your essence to me.”
She had me lube Jason’s cock, something I never would have done before 3 days ago, as she continued to make out with him. She quickly pushed me out of the way and straddled his crotch. Leaning forward, she lined his new cock up with her little asshole and lower her body. I was overcome with the same sensation from earlier. The one thing I’d wanted so badly, the one thing that has trapped me like this for now, was being given to Jason as I convulsed like the little beta I now was. Maybe if I make it two more days, something will change…