Let's just wait

Tom had been waiting for signs of the supplements working on his neighbors, but after several days, he hadn't heard anything concrete. He began to question how the wishing ring worked.

"Maybe it's like a genie," he mused to himself. "My wishes always seem to have an unexpected backside." Tom was tempted to use the ring again but managed to restrain himself.

Sarah had stopped joking about his masturbation habit, perhaps sensing she'd pushed too far or simply accepting reality as it was. At the end of another day, Tom found himself lying on the couch, waiting for any sound from upstairs. He realized he had become almost neurotically addicted to eavesdropping on his neighbors.

He heard footsteps, light enough that Tom deduced it was the girl. She began mumbling: "The effects on women... during pregnancy... hmmm... regular dosage... one pill... be cautious, the effect is exponential to the amount of the dosage."

Tom sat up straight, his heart pounding. "What's going on?" he wondered aloud.

Then he heard the sound of a mixer running in the background before it abruptly stopped. He listened intently as he heard tearing paper — perhaps instructions being discarded.

A moment later, Tom heard their apartment door open and another set of footsteps joining the girl's. She began singing "Good morning… good morning to you" in a cheerful voice.

Her partner grumbled, "It's almost nine in the evening."

"I know," she replied brightly, "I'm just so happy to see you my little bear!"

Tom listened as she continued: "I know how much you hate taking these pills, so I made you a vanilla milkshake!" There was a pause before her boyfriend responded.

"Hmm... Well, that's really clever."

The girl seemed excited. "Do you want anything else? I can offer you..."

Her partner interrupted: "You know, actually... maybe a… blow job?"

The girl couldn't believe what she was hearing. As the slurping sounds of the milkshake filled their apartment, her boyfriend started telling his story:

"At the gaming store.". His belt was unfastened as Tom listened intently from downstairs.

"I spent twenty minutes helping this woman pick out a gift for her husband," he continued. "I tried to steer her towards that new _E_larian game, but she ended up choosing yet another stupid football simulator."

"She was in her early thirties and totally smoking hot… easy 10/10, like, out of this world. Great ass, huge boobs." The guy's words were punctuated by muffled sounds that Tom could only assume was the girl performing oral sex.

"Anyway," he continued, "I took a sneaky photo of her…"

The girl, shocked: "Woah! Are they even real?"

Her boyfriend groaned. "Fuck, don't get distracted, please... Uh, I would totally fuck this woman in every hole…"

There was a pause as he swallowed more of the milkshake. "Hm, this tastes funny," he remarked. "I hope you're not trying to overdose me…"

Tom's heart raced as he listened to the events unfolding upstairs. With Sarah already at home, he knew he couldn't just start masturbating openly. But his arousal was building rapidly despite his best efforts to control it.

Suddenly, everything stopped — no more slurping or movement from above. Tom held his breath, wondering what was happening. Then he heard a muffled conversation:

"Your dick just grew... again... see?" the girl asked.

"The... fuck?" her boyfriend replied. "Maybe an inch? Just an inch... how is this even possible?"

The girl sounded triumphant: "I told you the pills are working! I told you!"

Tom's restraint finally snapped. As he heard the guy's astonished reaction, he found himself at the point of no return. He tried to cup his dick with one hand but it was too late - cum spilled out over his fingers and onto the couch.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the girl had a suggestion: "Maybe another milkshake?"

Her boyfriend seemed hesitant. "I don't know... My whole body feels tingly."

But the girl persisted, clearly excited by this development: "Just one more!"