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Husbands Humiliation

Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

this time! For the next half hour, I stood on my tiptoes, unloading the suitcase onto the closet shelf until it became light enough that I could pull it safely from the shelf. Despite my unpacking, the suitcase remained extremely heavy. Rather than dragging the suitcase to the bathroom, I brought the scale to the bedroom. The scale stood on the carpet so it wouldn't be accurate, but since I only wanted a rough estimate, I didn't need solid ground. As I lifted the suitcase onto the scale it read 50 pounds. Slowly I refilled the suitcase until I could no longer lift it. I stopped at 75 pounds! My God! I could lift 50 pounds - not easily, but I could not lift 75 pounds! How did this happen? Leaving the suitcase, I walked over to the mirror, afraid of what I would find. I looked at my body in the mirror. It was hard to see my shape beneath the maid's costume. It may be difficult to believe, but I really hadn't looked at myself in the mirror in months! I just didn't want to see what was happening to me. As I stood transfixed at my image, I stripped to my bra and panties. I studied my reflection. My waist seemed very small - much smaller than it was before. My stomach seemed very thin, even though Mistress swore I hadn't lost a pound of my 170 pound frame. My breasts were huge! They were now even larger than they'd been at any time before, even larger than when IT popped out during my date with Master Todd. As I fingered my bra my mind looked for an explanation of the size of ... these things. Eventually I settled on the idea that wearing the bras and corsets and other oddities which constantly squeezed the fat into that area caused this unnatural growth. I figured that if I stopped wearing these things, the fat would settle back down into the rest of my body. As my nipples sprung up underneath my bra, I returned to my voyeurism. My hips were definitely wider than before. My legs got a bit chubby and less muscular. My arms seemed very small. I knew they were weak. Then, for a brief moment, it struck me: &#034I look like a woman!&#034 No fear, no shame, just acceptance and a bit of wonder. Just as quickly my mind readjusted, &#034of course, everything is distorted by the long mauve finger nails and the below-shoulder auburn hair. How could any man look like a man with those?&#034 My fingers returned to my nipples. I felt my penis begin to rise in sympathy with my nipples. I f***ed my hand away from my breasts. &#034Well, without the hair and nails, I would probably look a lot more masculine - once the fat in my chest spreads out again. I can certainly use some working out though.&#034 That was actually the part I didn't understand. I worked all day long. I vacuumed, dusted, mowed, polished, etc. I moved all day long and yet my muscles shrank. How could that happen? Looking back, I guess what I didn't see then was that I didn't do any heavy lifting. Everything I did stretched my muscles without ever building them back up. Essentially, I stretched my muscles ...