Rachel's in charge, Don is in a world of trouble

When Tom got home, he left his book bag in his car and went straight to the Peterson house. He stopped on their porch for a moment and collected himself. He needed to calm down because he was so excited to see what Rachel had done.

Then Tom felt something weird. There was a stirring in his pants. It was like his penis was getting bigger. Not harder, just bigger in general. As his underwear became much more constricting, he looked trough the window in the door and saw that Rachel was standing in the living room, looking at him and typing something into the tablet.

He went inside immediately. "Rachel, what the hell are you doing?!"

Rachel tapped the screen one more time, then handed the tablet to Tom with a smile. "Oh, it's just part of the **** that I had planned! I made all the changes to Don before he left for work, but I had to make a few tweaks to you for it to be perfect. Don't worry, you'll love it all!"

Tom looked at the tablet, but didn't really pay attention to what was on the screen. He was too distracted by the monster that was inside his pants. It was starting to feel really good. He put the tablet down on a table and said, "Well, I guess it's okay. In fact, this is kind of-"

Rachel grabbed Tom and pulled him into a kiss. She had a fire in her that wasn't part of the very accommodating sex they'd had the day before. Her hands were all over him. She felt... was she a little taller than before? Had she changed herself?

The front door opened again and Don walked in. "Oh, hi! It's good to see you, Tom. Are you enjoying my wife?"

Tom pulled out of the kiss to look at Don. Rachel had definitely made some physical changes to him! He looked like he was a foot shorter, barely five feet tall! All the muscles that the man had had before were gone, he was the scrawniest man Tom had ever seen, which somehow made the mustache even more ridiculous. Tom said, "Um, sure, although we haven't had time to do much yet."

Rachel leaned in and whispered into Tom's ear. "I made it so he remembers yesterday, but he and everyone else thinks his new physique is normal, and he doesn't remember this morning. He doesn't have any idea about the tablet." She nibbled on Tom's earlobe, making his knees wobble, then turned to her husband. "How did things go with the receptionist, honey?"

Don looked down, suddenly embarrassed. "Oh, it didn't work out."

Rachel dropped her embrace of Tom and walked over to Don. She towered over him now, and her tone suddenly became very stern. "No holding back, Don. Tell us what happened."

"Well," he rubbed his arm nervously. "I tried to ask her out, like I said I would, but..."

"Stop wasting my time, Don!" said Rachel. "Spit it out!"

"Well, she has this long, red hair that I've always thought was really hot. When she started playing with it, I got a little turned on. So then I thought about you! I mean, she's really pretty, but she's nothing compared to you! But I know I can't have sex with you anymore, it wouldn't be fair to Tom. So I tried to ask her out, but I got really worked up, and... and I..."

"You what?" asked Rachel with a knowing smirk.

"I came in my pants. Then I ran away."

His wife laughed. She walked back over to Tom and said, "Pull your pants down. Both of you."

They did, and Tom almost freaked out at what he saw. His sensations had been right, his cock was now much longer and thicker than before. In addition, Don's cock was much smaller that what Tom had seen through the window when he watched his neighbors have sex.

"This is why I didn't mind taking Tom's deal yesterday," said Rachel. "I've never cum from your tiny little cocklet. So now I've got a real man to give me a real cock. I'm going to fuck him right now on the couch, and you're going to jack your pathetic little dick while you watch."

"Yes, dear," said Don as he sat in an arm chair and started jerking.

Rachel shoved Tom backwards onto the couch. She looked down at him, hands on her hips, thrusting out her terrific breasts. She looked like she'd just conquered the world.