Frank #2

Catherine looked around the room like she expected some monster to jump out at her, and then turned to Frank, fury on her face. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR MALE INFLUENCE THAT IS CORRUPTING OUR CHILDREN!" She screamed at him.

Frank withered under her **** and held his hands over his mouth. "I'm sorry Catherine!" She calmed down after a minute, and I continued Frank's journey. Catherine loomed over her husband.

"Catherine," I said. "You really shouldn't be so hard on him. He's clearly trying to follow your rules. He even changed his appearance for you. It isn't his fault you discovered you were attracted to humiliating feminine men after you got married."

Catherine's glare softened just a bit. Frank's V-neck T blinked to a woman's blouse, and the neckline plunged to a button up V down to his new B cup cleavage. His new tits were still small enough to hide in public with a baggy shirt, but Catherine always made sure they were on display in the house.

Catherine's eyes darted to the little swell of her husband's breasts. Her mouth watered as she recalled fondling them after she'd **** him to go for the enhancement. His horror at having them just made her enjoy it even more.

He'd been so embarrassed, which made her even more horny. She decided to be merciful, "Sorry doesn't cut it. Just because I said you could still sleep in our room if you got that tit job doesn't mean we are equal. You are NOT in charge of this house, I am. Show some respect."