The next week and a half were very good for Paul. Liz suddenly found more time for him in her schedule, and
they fucked an average of four times a day. Little Paulie wouldn't have been up for that, but Paul's new
balls seemed to be indefatigable, and he was up for sex whenever Liz was -- way up.
The sex was way better too, naturally, but not just because of Paul's new endowment. Or rather, just due to
Paul's new endowment, but not just for the reasons you'd think. Paul realized that previously sex had been a
sort of give-and-take, tit-for-tat process: he'd eat Liz out, and she'd let him fuck her. This isn't to say
that Paul didn't enjoy eating Liz out, or that Liz hadn't enjoyed sex with Little Paulie, but, well, let's
just say that orgasms don't lie. Now that Paul was bringing Liz to orgasm by fucking her, the feeling had
changed entirely. He no longer had to eat her out in exchange for letting him fuck her, because he wanted to
be fucked just as badly as he wanted to fuck her. What had been like two people exchanging gifts with one
another was now two people enjoying a great gift together. Intercourse was so good that it drove out most of
the other stuff they used to do in bed, and now their repertoire consisted of just enough foreplay to get Liz
wet, followed by intense fucking punctuated by orgasms and cuddling.
Paul's life apart from Liz improved too. He was happy all the time. He wasn't sure if it was the frequent
orgasms or the extreme sense of self-confidence that came from having such a huge tool; probably a mix of
both. He always felt he had the upper hand with other people, since he knew that he could make women beg for
him and could embarrass the men. He measured his cock, of course, and found it was about 8 1/4 inches long by
6 1/4 inches around. According to statistics he found on the net, that meant he was larger than 999 out of
1000 men. And his penis's volume was twice the average. Who wouldn't feel great with a secret weapon like
that in his trousers?
His new confidence and happy demeanor helped him so much at work that his boss actually noticed, and just the
next Friday after getting his new cock, he got a raise.
He waited to tell Liz until that evening when he met her at her place. She was thrilled.
"I think someone deserves a little reward for that" she said smilingly, as she began dragging him by the belt.
"Soon you'll be the big boss man with a private office." She pulled him into the bedroom. "And then I can
come visit you at work." She pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "And I'll stay under
your desk." She knelt between his legs and began removing his belt. "And reward you all... day... long." At
the word 'long' she pulled Big Paul out of his boxers. "Now you just relax, you've earned this." With that,
she went to work.
Paul took her advice and laid back, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensations of Liz's lips on his cock.
There was no way she was going to get much of it in her mouth, but so far she was doing quite well licking it
like a popsicle. She sucked his frenulum and Paul groaned. He began to steadily ooze precum. Anxious not
have it drip -- they were both still mostly dressed -- Liz moved her ministrations to his slit, licking his
precum all over the top half of his cock and coating her mouth in the process.
Paul gasped as suddenly he felt her warm wet lips slip down over her head. Paul didn't imagine it was easy
for her to stretch her jaw around his plum-sized tip, but she was taking to it with gusto. She began bobbing
her head up and down, trying to get more and more of him inside her mouth -- with some success!
Paul was on cloud nine. Lying on his back, eyes closed, feeling his girlfriend go to town on his huge cock.
She'd never been this into it before. She'd tried a few times, but always complained about her sensitive gag
reflex. Maybe that wasn't quite the insurmountable problem she'd led him to believe.
Paul was suddenly shocked by the feeling of something pushing into his pubes. He pulled himself onto his
elbows and looked to that it was Liz's nose. She'd somehow managed to take him fully. Holy shit. Liz saw
him looking and winked.
This frankly didn't seem possible to Paul. His cock was huge, and Liz had always been rubbish at head in the
past. Had she just been faking it back then to get out of doing it? That didn't seem like her. Had she been
practicing this past week? Unlikely, he hadn't given her much time to. Had the magic's power to make his
cock seem normal retroactively changed Liz into a super cocksucker? Maybe... he still didn't quite understand
that part of it. Or maybe it was something in his precum... There had to be some explanation as to how Liz,
who had previously had such a bad gag reflex, was now deepthroating him.
Though actually, now that Paul thought about it, she wasn't really deepthroating him. He didn't feel her
throat wrapped around the tip of his cock, and she wasn't even at the right angle. In fact, his cock didn't
even seem to be straining her much; she happily kept him all in her mouth, battering him around with her
tongue. Paul was puzzled. Where could she be hiding his eight-incher if not in her throat?
Liz saw the confusion on Paul's face, stopped, and pulled back. Paul was dumbfounded by the sight of his
once-proud cock, still achingly erect, now tiny, the size it had been when he was 12. "What's wrong honey?"
Liz asked concerned. "Does something feel wrong with Smally Paulie?"