[The Good Guy] Adapting to your new life

“Shit,” Maisie says, her hands under her suddenly larger breasts, lifting them up. “There things are heavy. And it feels so weird.” She squeezes and moves them around. She lifts one as she lets the other drop lower. “Seriously, babe, this is so weird.”

They look a bit weird to you too. Maisie looked good with her normal sized boobs, they went well with the rest of her small, athletic build, and while you enjoy the sight of bigger boobs on Maisie, it doesn’t look right.

“You ready to do this?” she says, smiling as she uses her hands to gently bounce her tits at you.

“Oh, yeah, I’m ready.” You say, then realize you probably should take off your pants. You quickly undress. Your cock is already stiff, the sight of Maisey naked and then her breasts growing has you extremely riled up. You walk over to her and she wraps her beautiful, big breasts around your dick.

Her skin sticks to yours when she starts to move.

“Babe, can you hand me my purse?” You quickly grab her purse from beside the couch and hand it to her, She pulls out a small bottle of lubricant and squirts it in her hand before spreading it all over your dick. She does it quickly and efficiently but it still feels amazing to have her touch you like that.

“Alright,” she says, smiling up at you. “Let’s try this again.”

When she envelops your cock in her breasts this time the world disappears. You lose track of everything around you, all you can feel is her soft flesh pressing lightly into you, your cock buried in a pillowy heaven of Maisie’s perfect skin.

“Damn, this is nice.” Maisie says. “I love the way you feel.”

You can’t respond, you are trying your best to not cum right away. Your resolve doesn’t last much longer, though, as Maisie kisses the tip of your cock right as you look down at her.

“Maisie I. . .” You start but your warning reaches her at the same time your semen reaches her face.

Maisie looks up at you and smiles as your cum runs down her cheek.

“Did you enjoy that, master?” she asks you as she collects a line of your semen from her face with her finger, then puts that finger in her mouth and makes a show of sucking on it.

“Fuck, Maisie. This is crazy.” You say, unable to wrap your head around what is happening.

“You keep saying stuff like that, Babe, but you’ll adapt.”

“I’ll adapt?” You practically shout. “A few. . .” You stammer, “Maisie, a few hours ago I was your platonic friend that stood no chance of you ever looking at me like a real man, and now you are **** to please me, doing all this. . . I mean look at us!”

She stands and walks toward you, presses into your chest, looks you in the eye. “That was before I knew you like I do now. You were my best option, babe. But you’ve been so much better than I expected. I’m lucky to have you for my master. I want to show you my appreciation.”

You nod, you understand what she’s saying, and it makes sense. You also know the part she’s leaving out, the part she confessed earlier. She knows you can take whatever you want from her, do whatever you want to her. She’s giving you so much in the hope it will be enough to convince you to not take more.

“I don’t want you to do things for me because you feel you have to, because you have to please your master.” You look to her after sharing your feelings. She smiles and kisses you on the cheek.

“But babe, you are my master.” She says. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a choice to accept or reject this, that’s not how the curse works. As soon as you saw it was real you were locked in.”

Her words hit you. If you hadn’t just cum you’d probably be rock hard again from the thought of it. You are her master. She didn’t just call you it for fun, it wasn’t a game or teasing, it is reality. You are in charge of her, you have full control over her. Her response to that reality was, well, the way she’d been treating you.

She kisses your lips quickly, her breasts squishing into you, their size reminding you of how much power you have over her. “Babe, I’m treating you like you deserve, like a girl who realizes just how lucky she is to have a man like you.” She kisses you again, pulling gently on your lower lip. “I don’t want you to change, but you have to accept your role in this. You are in charge, babe. I’ll do whatever you want me to, because you are my master. All I want from you is to let me keep being me, I don’t want you to change who I am.”

“I don’t want to change you either, Maisie.” You say it and you mean it, but it feels a little hypocritical when her curse-enhanced breasts are pushing into your chest.

“Maisie, your breasts are their normal size again.”

“You don’t have to do that, babe. If you want you can keep them.” She says.

You reach up and fondle her normal-sized breasts. “I actually like these a lot as they are.” You say.

She bites her lip and kisses you again. “They are yours, babe. All of me is yours.”

This fantasy turned reality that is somehow your life is interrupted when your stomach growls. You realize you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and it is now dinner time.

“Let’s get some dinner, Maisie.” You say.

“Do you want me to cook for you, master?” She asks.

“You want a quesadilla?” you reply. You know Maisie isn’t a good cook, and you know she loves your quesadillas.

“I should cook for you.” She pouts.

“Nonsense, your master wishes to make food, would you like a quesadilla?” You say, standing a bit taller and trying to sound in charge.

She bites her lip again. Damn she’s cute when she does that. You wonder if she knows just how adorable it is.

“Do you have steak?” she asks.

“Of course, I have guacamole too.”

“Then yes, I would love a quesadilla.” She answers, kissing you and smiling at you again.

“You need to put some clothes on.” You say as you grab your pants to put them on.

“Do you have some clothes I could borrow?” She asks.

“Seriously?” She’s worn your jacket and hoodie plenty of times, but this isn’t that.

“Yeah, I’d like to wear something that smells like my master.” She answers.

“Shit.” You answer, “I mean, yes, of course you can.”

“T-shirts in the second drawer, right?” She asks as she practically bounces down the hall, you can’t help but watch her go.

“Uh-huh.” You answer, way too quiet for her to hear. You exhale and shake your head.

“Making food.” You say to try and get your thoughts away from Maisie’s ass bouncing down the hall.

You walk the few steps to enter your kitchen and start to get out what you need. You had a steak salad last night so you would have leftover steak today for when Maisie came over, you spent 45 minutes this morning making the guacamole that she loves so it would be here when you brought her over. You always have the good melty cheese in your fridge. You get them out and laugh to yourself. You were used to scheduling your life around the days Maisie would come over. You’d also drop everything if she called or wanted to come over. She never reciprocated, and you never minded. Her presence in the room with you was enough.

How different your life is now. Now you are her master, she is doing things for you without looking for you to repay her. You are trying to embrace being her master, being the one in charge. It’s a bit scary. It was easy when you just had to be available and down to do what she wanted. You just let her lead and you followed. That wasn’t going to cut it as a master. You could tell just with how she has acted today. She’s waiting for you to take charge, to tell her what to do, to take care of her.

That last part is the scary part. She’s willing to give you everything, do anything for you, and what do you have to offer her in return? An old couch and a streaming subscription? A single bed and a closet she would have to share with you?

Your apartment wasn’t small, it was a nice size for a single guy. Maisie might be willing to accept living here right now, but it’s too cramped for two people. It won’t be long before. . .

Your thoughts are interrupted by hands around your waist.

“That smells amazing.” She says as she kisses your neck.

“It’s almost done, you want to grab two plates?” You reply, it is easily the most normal thing you have said to her since she entered your apartment today.

“Anything for you, master.” She teases. So much for that moment of normal.

“You want to watch. . .” Your words catch in your throat as you turn and see her reaching up to take plates out of your cupboard. She’s wearing your marching band shirt from senior year, and a pair of your boxers. Your brain can’t function. She turns back, holding the plates.

“What?” She asks timidly.

“Damn, Maisie.” She’s yours. She’s fucking yours. She’s wearing your boxers and T-shirt with no bra. Her clothes broadcasting to you that she belongs to you.

“Babe, the food.” She says, handing you the plates.

“Shit.” You turn and take the quesadillas off the griddle. Seeing her like that affected you more than you expected. You cut her food for her, then drop a big spoonful of guacamole beside it then turn and offer her the plate.

“You like me like this?” She asks as she takes it from you. Her smile tells you she knows the answer, she just wants to hear you say it.

“Fuck Maisie, I love it.”

She just smiles at you as she dips a slice of her quesadilla into the guacamole and takes a bite.

“Hmmm, and I love your quesadillas.” She says, her mouth half-full of food. “Seriously, they never taste right when I make them at home. What do you put in them?”

“Man’s got to keep his secrets.” You reply with a wink. You walk over to your TV, pull up the anime series the two of you have been watching for the past month and sit on the couch.

Maisie pouts at you, points to the other side of the couch, where she usually lays down.

“What?” You ask.

“Can you sit on that side?” she gives you her puppy eyes.

‘Okay.” You move to her side of the couch, the side that is hers because there isn’t any glare when she lies down there.

You sit and she moves your legs, angling them toward the TV a bit, then grabs the blanket you leave on the couch for her and sits right next to you, leaning back, laying on your chest as she puts the blanket over the two of you, then continues munching on her quesadilla.

The show plays, and you eat your food, but your attention is only on Maisie, how nice she feels laying against you, her weight, the curve of her body where it rests against you. When you set your plate on the end table Maisie grabs your arm and wraps it over her shoulder. A thought strikes you and you move your hand under the blanket, rubbing your fingers together to warm them up, preparing to make your move.

As the episode ends and the next begins Maisie snuggles harder into you, and you take that opportunity to cup her breast with your hand.

She moans happily and runs her hand over your leg, asking for more. You play with her breast during the episode, eventually bringing your other arm under the blanket to tease her other breast.

“Ooh, that feels nice, babe.” She coos, as you gently massage her breasts between your thumb and palm.

She pulls your hand up and quickly sucks on your finger, then pushes your hand under the blanket again, past her breasts, down to your boxers that she is wearing. You understand what she wants, and you rub your hand over her crotch.

You don’t really know what you are doing, and while you give it your best shot, it doesn’t seem like you are doing a very good job. Maisie seems less into it than she was when you were just touching her breasts.

“Maisie, I’ve never done this before.” You whisper.

“It’s okay.” She says back.

“No, it’s not. I want to make you feel good, can you show me?” You ask.

“Really?” she asks, leaning back to meet your eyes.

“Yeah,” you find her hand with yours. “show me how to touch you.”

“Okay, that’s super hot.” Maisie says and she guides your hand down to her crotch, under your boxers.

She takes your middle finger, presses it into her vulva. “You feel that little bump?”

“Uh-huh.” You answer, trying very hard to pay attention and not get lost in the craziness of you having your hand down Maisie’s pants. Or, your pants? Shit. Your hand is inside your boxers that Maisie is wearing. You suddenly need to adjust your own pants.

“Babe, are you listening?”

“Sorry, it’s hard.” You manage to say. Are you sweating?

She pats your erection with her other hand. “I know.” She says, her impression of Han Solo continues to be as bad as it has been her entire life, not that you mind.

“I was saying all girls are a little different, so this won’t apply to everyone.” Maisie continues. You don’t care, you want to please Maisie, forget the other women. You want Maisie screaming your name while she cums all over your hand, your face, your dick, you don’t care, you just want to know you did it to her.

“I like this kind of stimulation,” Maisie continues, “you know, work around, caress the lips, work towards my clit.” She’s tensing her legs and releasing, reacting to your touch. It’s fucking hot as hell.

“Don’t forget about my breasts, you want to work multiple, mmmm, things, build them up together.”

“Here.” She says. You release her as she sits up, pulls off the shirt she borrowed from you. “Now, more.” She commands.

You focus on the task at hand, do your best to keep your mind off the reality of what you are doing, focus on the details.

“You can be rougher with my tits, I’m really turned on now Babe.”

You file that in important information. Say it back inside your head so you will remember it. You work from the outside in, squeezing her breast like a rough massage, working to her nipple, giving it a little pinch.

“Oh fuck, now. Do it!” You have no clue what she is trying to tell you. But you don’t need to, she grabs your fingers and puts them straight on the little bump she had you feel earlier. You start rubbing it and she tenses and makes a cute little squeal sound.

“Fuck, babe. Oh god, YES!” You feel her muscles tense as she grabs your hand and sucks hard on your finger. After a second she releases it, pulls your other hand off of her clit. “Oh that was good, babe.”

You can’t help but smile. You know you probably have the biggest, dumbest grin on your face, but who cares, you just did that.

Maisie snuggles into you.

“I did good?” You ask, wanting to hear her say it.

“Yeah, babe, you did good.”

You lay there together, watch another couple of episodes.

“Hey Maisie, do you really want to spend the night here?” You ask.

“Yes.” She says, turning to look at you. “You’re my master, I should be here with you.”

“Okay, well, I need to get a shower before we go to bed.” You said we, meaning Maisie and you. Holy shit, this was really happening.

“I’ll come with you.” Maisie stands up and stretches.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I mean, only if you are okay with it.” Maisie answers.

“It might be a little cramped.” You say, “but if you don’t mind, sure, let’s shower together.” You would think by this time you would have started getting used to Maisie treating you like this, but the idea of showering together with Maisie affects you just as much as everything else has.

She kisses you then runs off to the shower. You calm your breathing as you walk to your room and take your clothes off. You look in the mirror. The thought jumps into your brain, Maisie deserves someone better than the man you see in the mirror. You push that down. She had tall, strong, handsome guys, she dated plenty of them, and she rejected them. You were her best option, the one she chose, the one she now calls master.

You hear the water running in the bathroom, give yourself one last look in the mirror. You aren’t going to grow any taller, but you could go to the gym, get in better shape.

“Babe, you coming?” you hear her call, and you walk out of your room, into the bathroom.

“Fuck.” Seeing Maisie naked is one thing, seeing her naked and waiting for you in the shower? That’s a different thing altogether.

“Come on, get in.” She tells you. How can you say no to that?

You join Maisie in the shower, and she immediately touches you. She has you bend forward so she can wash your hair, takes her time scrubbing your back, and generally takes any opportunity she can to rub against you. You return the favor, washing her as well. You even wash her legs. You are surprised at how much fun you have, goofing around and talking while you touch each other’s naked bodies. By the time you were stepping out and grabbing a towel you were sporting another erection. You hand Maisie a towel that she wraps around her hair, then help her dry off, following the towel with kisses on her shoulders, her breasts, stomach and thighs. When you stand back up Maisie meets you with a passionate kiss. You stand in the hallway, not fully dry, your naked bodies pressed together as she runs her fingers through your hair.

You remind yourself to be more assertive, and when the kiss breaks you lead her into the bedroom where the two of you kiss some more. It’s really hot but it feels slightly off to you. She pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, kissing you more.

“Do you want me?” Maisie asks, her voice breathy and low.

“So much.”

She kisses you again, hard. “Grab my ass.” She commands. You reach around her and start running your hands over her tight ass. You squeeze with one hand and slap with the other. She smiles at you as she grabs your erection and lines up her opening with the head of your cock.

“Tell me you want me.” She says.

“Fuck, I want you so much.” You say.

“Tell me you want to fuck me.”

“God Maisie, I want to fuck you so hard.”

She lowers herself onto you, but it doesn’t feel very good. Your skin sticks together, and while you’ve never had sex before, you can’t imagine it’s supposed to feel like grabbing and pulling on your dick.

“Shit, give me a second, I’ll get the lube.” She says as she pops up and leaves the room. She seemed off to you, like she is forcing this. When she comes back you see past your own excitement and it’s obvious, Maisie isn’t happy, in fact she seems almost ****.

“Maisie, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I’m good to go.” She says as she starts to smear lube on the head of your penis.

“Maisie, we don’t have to do this.” You tell her.

“I want to, babe, I want this.” She answers but her voice cracks, something is wrong. You don’t want your first time with Maisie to be like this.

“Maisie stop.” You say and she does, just like on the couch earlier. “Oh shit, Maisie, you can move, just stop trying to **** this.”

She throws herself on the bed next to you, you can hear her sobbing.

“Maisie, what is it?” You ask.

She doesn’t answer, she just buries her head in the pillow, hiding her face from you.

You wrap your arms around her, hold her till she settles down a bit.

“Can you tell me what is wrong, Maisie?”

“I’m ruining it, I’m going to ruin everything.” She cries.

“Ruin what? You aren’t ruining anything.”

“This, us, I can’t. . . You deserve better.”

“What do you mean, Maisie, I love you.” You say it and you mean it. This is the happiest you’ve ever been in your whole life.

“You could just order me, make me. . .” She can’t finish her statement.

“Maisie, please tell me what is wrong.” You don’t mean it to be a command but she immediately answers.

“I’m not attracted to you.” It comes out and she immediately starts crying again.

You can’t help it; you pull back from her. Things start to make sense, ever since the kiss that didn’t go well, she’s been pushing herself, doing things for you.

“You’ve been so good to me and I can’t even. . .”

You feel angry, and you feel like comforting her, you want to yell at her, you want to make her feel better.

She rolls over to face you, “I want you to order me to find you attractive. Make me think you are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

“Maisie, no.” You say, the one thing she didn’t want is for you to change her mind, and you didn’t want that either, to have Maisie want you because you commanded her to be, it would feel cheap, it would ruin everything.

“Please, you deserve it, you are so good to me, and I, I can’t even. . .” She pulls into your chest, crying.

You hold her and think. You can’t order her to find you attractive. You won’t do that. You want Maisie to want you, to care about you because of how you make her feel, not because of what you order her to feel. If only you could change yourself, make you more attractive to her.

“I want to be good to you, like you are to me.” Maisie says.

“But you are.” You state. “Holy crap Maisie, you sucked my dick, gave me a tit-job, the stuff we did on the couch, we showered together and now I’m holding you naked in my bed. This is seriously the best day of my life.”

“I don't want you to feel bad. You are so good to me and I really like that. God, it should be enough. You being this nice to me when you don't have to be, it should be enough for me but I, I can't, it just doesn't. . .” She can't bring herself to

“We can figure that out, Maisie.” You say, cutting her off. “I’ll be good to you, you be good to me and the rest we will figure out, without using your curse to change you.”

She holds onto you as she settles down. Her breathing slows and she wipes her eyes.

“You are really okay with this?” She asks.

“The hottest girl I have ever known, the one I’ve been in love with since I hit puberty, you are asking if I’m okay with that girl living with me, being naked with me and treating me like a king?”

She kisses your chest. “When you say it like that. . .”

You chuckle, and hold her tight.

“Babe, do you want me to do anything before you sleep?” She asks drowsily.

“Seriously?”

“Mm-hmm, I’ll do it, you want another blow job?”

“Honestly, I think my dick could use a rest, Maisie. Just go to sleep.” You answer.

Her breathing changes, her body fully relaxes. You realize how you worded that statement. For the first time today, though, you don’t feel bad about making her do something. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful right now. She’s snuggled into you, her body pressed into yours. You shift and lay on your back, her body pressed into your side, her arm on your chest, her leg resting against yours.

This is your life. This is you now. It’s incredibly exciting, and also terrifying. Maisie is treating you like a god because you haven’t used the curse against her. You wonder how long that will last. Tomorrow she’ll wake up without any clean clothes. She expects to live here with you, and you want that, but your apartment isn’t big. It’s fine for you, but you can't ask Maisie to live cramped in this apartment with you. Especially since Maisie has a ton of clothes and you have one small closet.

You want to be good to her, you want to take care of her, but you don’t have that kind of money. And dammit, she wants to travel, you want to show her the freaking world, how are you going to do that? You could make money easily by forcing Maisie to be a stripper, change the way she looks, have her live a double life to make you money, but you don’t want that. You want to take care of her, be good to her. You don’t want to exploit her. It sits heavy on you, the realization that you want to be better, you want to be more than you are, for her. But it isn’t like you can just change who you are like you can change Maisie.

The thought hits you, you’ve been thinking about changing Maisie for sexual reasons. I mean, she’s lying naked next to you so it makes sense your brain was stuck there, but you can change her other ways. You wonder if you could tell her she was an amazing fashion designer, or an incredibly talented actress, or even. . .

Holy crap, that would work. Maisie would love that. And just like that one of your major problems feels solved. There were others that you’d have to figure out, but there was plenty of time for that. You look at Maisie and smile. You can’t wait to talk to her in the morning.