I just want to fuck, is that too much?

If someone had asked me, just a few days beforehand, if I would have been able to endure a week of agonizing pain in exchange for a healthier relationship, Veronica to be sexier, and me to have two dicks; I would have probably said yes. It would have seem like an easy deal to make. After all, what was a bad week, really, in the grand scheme of things?

When it actually happened, I remembered a tiny detail. Time goes a lot slower when you're suffering.

It wasn't all horrible. Veronica and I had never gotten along better. Sure, once I realized that the thankfulness for the implants might wear off at some point and that she could go back to realizing she doesn't like me very much, I started using the ring to make small changes that should improve my chances. Putting a new piece of jewelry on her every day before she left for work, _‘convincing’ _her that she also liked to watch the trash series I was into, making her believe that our previous relationships problems were all a matter of insecurities that were left in the past; it all helped me to create something of a safeguard.

There were bumps in the road, like when she started asking me where did I exactly get all this money from all of the sudden.

"I started writing by commission. Certain people are willing to part with a lot of money if you're willing to write about some niche stuff"
"You never told me that you were a good writer"
"I'm not a good writer. I'm just willing to write stuff that most writers aren't"
"Is it porn?"
"I wish it was simply porn"

Or when she questioned me about when she got her boob job done.

"I just think it's weird, you know?"
"What is weird ?"
"That I can't remember anything about the operation. When was it? Where did I go? What doctor did it? This should be stuff that I should be able to remember."
"Uh... That really is weird!"
"Do you remember any of that?"
"Why I would I remember if you don't?"
"I'm the one who's had a foggy memory as of late, not you."
"I'm pretty sure I forgot some stuff when I blacked out. It just hasn't come up for me as often as it has for you."
"You paid for the surgery"
"You were the patient."
"Touche."

But as a whole, I don't think we had ever gotten along better. Each and every night I massaged her breasts once she laid down in bed with me, before I kissed the whole of her body. From her lips, to the rest of her face, her neck and her lovely grown chest, down to her hips and legs, and always finishing at her crotch.

In return for that, every day she would help me walk to the bathtub and she cleaned me. I would simply lay my head between her mountains as her hands rubbed soap over all my body. She would then kiss me ass she stroked my dicks, trying to figure out in what state they were. This was not something we wanted other people to know about, which sadly meant that our best way to learn when my new dick would be functional was when I stopped moaning too loudly.

I wanted to fuck her so bad, and from the way she kept whispering into my ear about how she couldn't wait for me to get better I knew that the feeling was mutual.

Sadly, as well as stuff was going with Veronica, I wasn't having that much look elsewhere. I got fired from my job due to not being able to provide them with a doctor's note about why I wasn't able to get up from my bed. Veronica didn't mind, due to her being under the impression that I was making more money outside my work anyways, but that will probably present s problem for us in the future.

And Jeanie, as she had started to call herself and I later adopted, had become insufferable once I learnt of one neat trick to train my powers that was utterly boring.

"You give me one big burst of excitement when we first met, just to betray that and become the lamest ringmaster ever"
"You're just mad at my creativity"
"You watch the news. All you do is watch the news. You just swap between news channels all day, or you go online to find more news channels in languages you can't understand."
"And it's the best method to find people in crowds whose hair I can change by just a tiny amount."
"It frustrates me to no end that this is working for you."
"I thought that what got on your nerves is that even if I don't know what they're talking about, you do."
"Do you have any idea of how much I don't care about the inner political conflicts of the various nations of the world? And I just keep learning more and more about that!"
"Don't blame me, blame the people protestingfor being a good source of experience points."

She shouldn't get to complain, anyways. She's had the chance to **** me and Veronica all she wants, and she hasn't wasted a moment. She was telling the truth about no one else being able to see her, but I've learnt that she can make herself be felt. My girl keeps teasing me over if she's meant to believe that there just happens to be a ghost hunting us that coincidentally likes to grab her tits at night as much as I do, which **** me to start having to take credit for Jeanie.

As annoying as Jeanie might be when she was acting up, the times where neither her nor Veronica was home were becoming really boring. A man can only lay down an train his magical powers or watch TV for so long before it becomes monotonous

Thankfully, by Saturday, almost as a miracle, I feel good. I wake up early that day, even before Veronica, and I feel ready to take on the whole world.