24th of June

I needn't have worried. Somehow, She knows what bothers me, and tonight, as She gently touched me, bringing me ever closer to release, she whispered words of praise and love. I already am making her proud, and the thought alone fills my heart with warmth - even as the memory of the night does the same to my loins. I have most assuredly grown down below overnight, not just in the manhood, but also in thighs, hips and behind.

My pants feel rather snug by now, making my lower body a sight to behold. I am sure that this is the first step to seducing Presley and shall endeavor to ask him for a meeting this weekend.

He said yes! To a meeting between friends at a local pub, that is. But it is indeed a start, and I can practically feel Her satisfaction about the development radiating through me. I can't wait for tomorrow when Presley and I shall meet.

Look at me, gushing like a school girl - and yet, I can't help but feel giddy. And how could I not? These feelings, Her gifts, the prospect of spending time with Presley outside of work... I do feel blessed. After all, for Her to be able to bestow such gifts, She must be a goddess. One of love and sensuality (of course, She seems to be a goddess of all kinds of love: Carnal, emotional and even motherly love).

But I must prepare now. Only my best suit will do for tomorrow, even if it does fit a bit ill by now, too snug around chest and hips, and too loose at the waist. Possibly Miss Blake can help... But should I really ask her? Can I risk it?

(Author's comment: Should Marvin risk asking Miss Blake for help?)