Wendy? Could It Be Beer Googles?

You arrive home with three large bottles of champagne."Hey honey, I'm in the kitchen..How was your day?" Yelled Wendy. "Better now" you respond. You quickly hide your money bursting wallet in a shoe box under the stairs and dash into the kitchen with joy! "Dah dah!"

"Oh, Brett whats the occasion? Seriously how much is this costing?" Wendy remarks holding the expensive champagne aloft.

"I had a crappy day Wendy, let's have a nice evening together, I got these bottles for free! They were leftovers from the after show party on Saturday".(complete lie) you quickly pop open the first bottle and pour it into two glasses.."To us, Wendy"

As the evening passes you get a takeaway and continue to drink and drink some more. Wendy was cool when she was drunk so relaxed and care-free. After several champagne glasses Wendy looks alright in fact she looked beautiful. Oh erm actually her face looked sexier..

"Wendy.. your hair when did you dye it? You look gorgeous tonight!"

"_Thanks Brett, that's sweet of you but not sure what you mean.. it's always red!" _Replied Wendy.

No, no, no this is fucked up.. "haha Wendy ok sure" You decide to play along with Wendy's jesting.

"Want a top up Brett? Afterall it is Saturday tommorrow"

You agree to more.... Perhaps this was just your beer googles kicking in!

As Wendy was in the kitchen, your mind races over what happened back at the theatre. How the fuck did he do it? Could it be all true? Wendy returns and passes you a glass and sits right beside you.

Has Wendy changed her bra? Her tits appeared bigger, either that or her top was tighter.. nah it's just the champagne right?

Your cock stirs in your pants, it's been a while since Wendy caused you an erection. Something wasn't right, but you were too drunk on champagne to challenge it. Or maybe you should?

"Wendy, have you changed your bra?"

"No" replied Wendy,"I noticed you staring at them...Quit being a pervert Brett!" Wendy says with a drunken smile.

"But your a 38B baby! They look bigger than that! They look good. Maybe it's the woolen top given them justice"

Wendy stares at you as if your on another planet.. "Brett do you not know my bra size?" You stare at her bemused. "Clearly not! Darling for your information im 36C. Shows how much you pay attention to me." Wendy looked a little upset. You appease her by making out you were joking, but all this was giving you a mind fuck.

You retreat to the bathroom, smoother your face in cold water and decide not to drink anymore and compose yourself. You pull the ring out from your pocket and examine it closely. It looked amazingly unique. It's glow was hypnotic. Perhaps you should propose?

Maybe the creepy guy in the theatre was right, perhaps this was the modifications? You take a deep breath and head back to the lounge with the ring in your grasp. You stand in front of Wendy and then bend down on one knee. "_Babe, what you do?" _Wendy asked nervously.

You pop the question and offer the ring, "What is this?" Exclaimed Wendy. Oh dear, you knew she would hate the ring. "It's beautiful, and yes... Yes, I will Brett! I've been waiting a long time for this moment"

You place the ring on her finger and kiss each other, you attempt a passionate kiss, forcing your tongue in, but she rejects the advance. "Babe your breath still smells of garlic!, We have to spread the news tomorrow with our families. I love you." Wendy says as she holds back a yawn. "I'm hitting the sack, I feel unbelievably tired and dizzy"

Still kneeling in front of Wendy, she stands up and gives you a full view of her fabulous bust. As well as this.. Her hair seemed thinner and longer...

It was obvious to her that you had perving eyes on Wendy."Cut it out Brett!" Snapped Wendy,"_You know I'm self conscious about my 34E breasts! Goodnight!" _Wendy blows you a kiss and heads upstairs.

WTF! 34E you don't doubt it at all but it's increasing! Maybe you do possess the power?

How do you make it work in your favour? After all Wendy wasn't sexual or interested in sexual acts. You sit yourself on the couch with a raging hard on.