[FFRP] A Woman's Point of View

[muffinstud]

Richard slammed the last drawer shut and eyed the selection laying on the bed. First all the empty threats, then all his weird imaginings and that...episode in the bathroom, now this? When he had more energy, he'd have to show his wife what for. For now, he removed his suit and hung it up on a hangar. After the bathroom, he found that the clean briefs would be welcome and slipped them on before putting on the cream colored shirt. Probably a white shirt before she messed up with the laundry or something... He leaves his black socks on and lays down on top of the covers. As tired as he is, he still feels the need to work out just what was going on...

Katherine will find the bed is quite cozy, and the panties fit her much better than her others. That, and despite the baby tee being quite small, she has no problem stretching it over her chest. But the bed is still quite cozy and warm...

[Harri-chan]

These briefs felt... different. The material was thinner than his usual underwear, and seemed to hug his bottom quite firmly, no more sliding in between the cheeks, although they did seem a bit uncomfortable around his manhood. The shirt was a little looser, loose enough to avoid the lumps being visible... but there was something else. It made his tummy look quite pudgy, a bit tighter there than anywhere else. Not long after he'd slipped into the bed, his wife came in after him.

She'd already changed for bed, wearing a black silken night gown, little straps over her shoulders, some of her full breasts peeking out, although it was a bit snug around her bump, and then flowed down to about mid-thigh. She doesn't say a word as she slips into bed beside him, one of her hands very briefly brushing against his crouch before moving away just as suddenly, and she made a little noise that sounded to Richard like she found something funny.

[muffinstud]

Feeling somewhat self conscious about his gut, Richard ran a hand along where the shirt seemed to be a little tighter. Of course he made sure to rub his upper arm against his chest and feel those wonderful sensations from his nipple again. He raises an eyebrow at his wife's obvious gesture as she cupped him, but wasn't prepared for her response. "What's so funny?" He lays his free hand up on his chest to feel even more.

[Harri-chan]

She rolled away, and turned her back on him before turning out the light. "You're enjoying -something- far too much, dear", she murmured before falling silent.

Richard's stomach didn't feel especially flabby or pudgy... it was suprisingly firm, and yet there was definatley a slight curve outwards. The feelings from his chest were just as strong as they'd been in the bathroom, and he'd start to feel a little dizzy as he lay in the darkness, the tingle returning to his manhood... but then something odd happened. With the way he was feeling, he knew the white briefs should be getting tighter.. and yet the area in the front seemed to slowly be getting more comfortable.

[muffinstud]

Richard let out another of those soft, breathless gasps and his eyes opened wide as he realized just what was wrong. In no way did he stop ministering to his chest, but with the hand he had used to feel the slight but firm belly he seemed to have he cupped his crotch. That underwear had been tight earlier, and with the shudderingly good feelings spilling through him from his chest, those briefs should feel even tighter, not more comfortable... Something was wrong, and he hoped that just feeling around down there he might find out just what.

[Harri-chan]

It was impossible.. but his male parts felt... smaller inside the soft, white cotton briefs, but brushing his fingers against the front of them made the tingling sensation even stronger. It was enough to make one short of breath, as well as make your head spin in confusion, and caused an odd feeling in his stomach, as if it was being pulled down from the inside.

[muffinstud]

Richard shot out of the bed. He grabbed his crotch again, almost sending him to his knees from the sensation. But he let go. No matter how good it felt, it definitely felt smaller. That just couldn't be. Of all the nonsensical things he was imagining lately, this was the most ridiculous. He stood there for a moment, holding his head in his hands as he waited for the dizziness from the pleasure fade. He had to find out why he was feeling these things, imagining these things. He put a hand on his stomach again and silently walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Perhaps after he'd eaten he might be able to think properly.

[Harri-chan]

Susan didn't move or make a sound as he rolled out of bed and onto his feet. Perhaps she was sleeping. When he reached back down against the front of the panties though, the sensation was no longer as strong. It was now just a faint tickle between his thighs.

The dizziness didn't complete fade either, and there was the slightly sensation of the floor swaying beneath his bare feet as he left the bedroom and headed downstairs. Perhaps he'd not even notice in the darkness, but his legs, as well as his arms, were entirely smooth and hairless now.

[muffinstud]

Richard traced his hand against the wall as he made his way to the kitchen on his wobbly feet. He surely wasn't hungry enough to be dizzy, was he? He didn't feel that hungry... Whatever the case, he was in the kitchen. He opened the fridge and basked in it's light for a moment before checking its contents for anything particularly appetizing.

[Harri-chan]

When he bent forward, the t-shirt grew even tighter around that small rise in his tummy, and even pulled up a little over it... and the way the underwear hugged his bottom when bending over felt so nice. Infact, a soft tickling went through his entire bottom, and it almost felt his ear was inflating, along with his hips and thighs.

His dinner had been covered up and left on the plate inside the fridge.

[muffinstud]

Richard frowned at the tightness he felt with the shirt on his stomach. He resolved to stop by the gym tomorrow, but for now he needed a little something. He picked out his dinner on the plate and removed the foil covering. He wobbled over and got himself a fork and knife and set the plate down at the kitchen counter, which fortunately had a few barstools next to it. He sits down at the barstool and eats his dinner cold by the light of the fridge.

[Harri-chan]

The soft white cotton material had enough stretch in it to avoid getting tighter as his hips expanded ever so slightly while sat on the bartool. His hands and fingers seemed a little slimmer as he picked up the knife and fork and began to eat, and some of the grey hairs were disappearing from his head while he sat there. By the time he was done, his tummy had grown another half inch out, and now he couldn't stop it peeking slightly from below the shirt.

[muffinstud]

Done with his meal, which should have been hot in the first place, Richard leaned an elbow on the counter and tried to think. He sat there for a few minutes pondering what all of this could mean, what it all could be coming from. As he thought in the glow of the open fridge, he abentmindedly tried to pull the hem of his shirt down over his stomach, since it seemed it was riding up for some reason. Finally he shook his head and stood up from his perch. He closed the fridge and traced his way along the wall back to the bedroom, in case he felt dizzy again. Even with some food in him, his mind drew a blank. He'd have to think things over with a fresh mind in the morning...

[Harri-chan]

The tiredness was catching up to him fast as he headed for the bedroom, where Susan was still asleep. As he climbs into bed, a distant memory came into his head, of his wife before she'd got pregnant, wearing a cream t-shirt tha hugged her breasts, and small, white cotton panties. His eyelids were growing heavy, and a yawn would force it's way out.

[muffinstud]

Richard sleepily tried to shake the image out of his head. He already had enough on his mind, he didn't need visions of his wife wearing his clothes piled on top of it all. Finally, his eyelids won and he drifted off into the sweet oblivion of sleep.