who said that's a bad thing, my girlfriend smells it

I looked at her and smiled back.

You: You say you grow every time we orgasm and that our senses are connected? Why do you call yourself a curse? Hell, it sounds like a blessing.

Joy: Wait, what? You should be terrified of me growing up. Aren't you afraid of what other people will think of you when they see me? How they'll judge you when I tell them about the curse?

You: Actually, I know the perfect girl to introduce you to. Hell, knowing her, she might have cursed me, but not to wrong me, but to have fun together.

Joy: What are you talking about?

You: I know a woman named Agnes, she's bisexual, and she's always been obsessed with porn that shows men and women growing in size or swelling, a sort of fetish of hers, one of those things you can only see on a computer screen but never in real life... at least until you came along.

Joy: And what does she have to do with me? I told you, I'm a curse cast by a woman resentful of you.

You: We dated for a while, but she kept saying she was disappointed my dick couldn't grow. Now it does, life's weird, isn't it?

Joy: Ridiculous, it's definitely someone else.

You: Maybe I've dated several girls and I'm not the commitment type. Some of them were disappointed I didn't want to commit to a serious relationship. Anyway, I think she'll like you, and if she's not the girl that maledect me, well, I'll have crossed the top name off the list and earned myself a good fuck.

Joy: Yes, of course, and how would you like to do it? I'm here instead of the yours... wait, you still want to use me like your dick?

You: That's right, Joy, you're my dick, so you'll have to prepare yourself for a wet immersion. I hope you're a lesbian and will appreciate it as much as I do.

Joy: If you think you'll scare me with such an obvious lie, it won't work. Besides, trying to scare me won't work. I might decide to punish you right away for trying, but I'll wait for this girl to give you the boot before having fun and seeing if you'll give in and let me grow up.

You: Whatever, I'll call her now. We haven't spoken in a while, but I'm sure she'll come right away when I propose.

Joy: Sure, she'll definitely believe you when you tell her about me.

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An hour after the call, you find yourself at a bar, a place halfway between Agnes's house and yours. Luckily, when you called her and told her you'd gotten something she'd love, while still maintaining your trademark air of mystery that you knew how to use to get girls to go out, you managed to convince her to meet you.

Joy still couldn't believe it, that he was going to use her to hook up with an ex-girlfriend and that he didn't care about the curse. When you reached the bar table, she ended up getting bored and started touching herself out of boredom.

You felt the pleasant sensation of her lightly teasing herself. It was true when she said the sensation was more intense for you. You felt excited, you almost grabbed her to test the authenticity of your words, to watch her grow, but you had decided to wait for Agnes, so you held back. She arrived ten minutes late, and Joy was starting to more for pleasure herself more vigorously to push you come. and so now she was straight up with her breasts pressed against your abdomen covered by the shirt. When you saw Agnes, you greeted her energetically.

Agnes was a rather beautiful woman, dark-haired, with long, straight hair and glasses that gave her an intellectual air, a big enough chest to lean on the popcorn at the movies, and dressed in the blue shirt and skirt she wore at her office job. She was one of the perverted girls you'd ever met or slept with, but she seemed pretty normal if you knew her at work.

Agnes: Hi, "your name," so you said you found something I'd be interested in? Did you commission some special AI video or something? For something like that, I'd allow myself to have another night together.

You: No, I've been cursed, seeing is believing, my cock has been replaced. Mini-sexy woman, I have no idea who, told me she'll torment me, she says she'll punish me by growing in size if I touch her, so I thought if someone else did that for me...

She snorts.

Agnes: What are you saying? This isn't fiction. You want me to believe someone cursed you? And really, with something that would actually be so erotic?

You stand up and grab the hem of your shirt, revealing Joy's poking out of your pants, leaving Agnes speechless and making her lean closer, her eyes wide open, filled with surprise and... lust.

Joy realized you hadn't lied to her; you really did know a perverted woman who would desire her. Things were taking an unexpected turn.