Bad Neighbor

A seemingly accidental shift of her body brought her hand to lay on my somewhat firmed manhood as it lay on my thigh under thin pajama trousers. I felt her body respond to its length and girth, and could taste the conflict in her mind. She was married, but he was an old pervert. She had needs, but I was a stranger. She was so horny, but... well, apparently, so was I. She stiffened even as she felt me stiffen. I began to caress her hair and neck as I whispered hot, warm meaningless reassurances to her pretty little ear. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning, her hand unconsciously rubbing my cock and her legs moving together sensually.

Smiling inwardly, I stood up and escorted her to my bed. I felt her excitement grow, then be dashed as I tucked her in and went out to sleep on the couch. Had I rejected her? Didn't I want her? She resolved to make herself worthy of me as she fell asleep with dreams of service, comfort, happiness, and obedience.

She stayed at my place all night. I was already dressed and eating when she came down. She was visibly upset that she could not cook me breakfast, but insisted on doing the clean up. She assured me that it was the least she could do for my hospitality. Naturally I allowed her to serve me in that way.

Max rang the bell on his way to work. I stayed hidden and eavesdropped.

"What's happening to you?" He demanded of her.

"Nothing!" She insisted. "I am just finding the real me that has been hidden all this time!"

He said that something had to be going on, no one could change so much physically in such a short time without surgery or drugs or something. He apparently showed her a photo of herself from before this. I was delighted to see the visual proof of my efforts, one does love such recognition! She did not seem to really recognize the woman in the photo.

"You are just jealous." She said. "I have been learning how to take care of myself, how to let the inner me out. I have always been beautiful, but I was covering it up because of you." He was flustered by the accusation- how could he have done that? She said it was because he oppressed her, and she used to be too weak to stand up to him, but no longer.

He begged her to come back home. She said she would think about it, but said in a dismissive way. Max limped off to work, and Min stood there, chest heaving, for a long moment before she came back in my house to finish the dishes and do her morning workout.

I watched her openly as she did her workout. She pretended to not notice me, but my presence was arousing her. Her salty sweat was picking up a pleasant muskiness and her nipples were erect under the old sports bra she was wearing. Let's see what I hath wrought so far. She looked, and in most ways, actually WAS much younger, mid-twenties from her former fifty-something. Her hair was long and a glossy black from a frizzy dark grayish. Her weight was probably just over 100lbs or so, down from what I would have guessed to have been pushing 180. Her height remains about 5′6″ or so- I did not do anything intentionally to adjust it. Her skin was silky and firm with an even golden tan, from being saggy, mottled, and coarse.

Her body is now sleek, with trim limbs and a long tapering waist. She has a lot of physical strength and has become very graceful (one of her routines is several minutes of aerobic dancing. Just for my entertainment, I made one of the DVDs a erotic dancing workout with stripper-type moves. She did not consciously seem to notice it.) Her face was that of a sexy but innocent teenager when it was not made up, and a powerful seductress when it was. Her brain worked better, although I had tampered with a few memories, and her new youthfulness has restored her old libido. I had added an element of exhibitionism to her psyche, but overall have done very little to her mentally.

So, that left her mind and breasts for me to play with. What jolly good fun!

I got her my old iPod and some headphones that I told her were loaded with motivational programs that would help her during the day. While the top layer of each program was rather foolish but harmless jibber-jabber about giving 110% and such, the subliminals were talking to her about obedience, service, looking attractive, being sexy, exciting new terms, acting young and hot, and so forth. As with the diet pills, real subliminals do not work, but mine would.

After she made me lunch, I sent her back home. She tried to beg me to stay but that was not part of the plan. When she got there, she found a new delivery containing some big purple vitamin pills and a "Breast Beauty Kit" with a thick cream and some powdered nutrient drink mix. The pills were going to do a lot more than provide vitamins. They were going to wake up her sensuality tremendously, multiplying nerve endings, tweaking responses, adjusting hormones and more.

The breast kit had a warning that it might increase sensitivity but Minnie was applying it a moment after she read the label. The gooey cream felt great on her chest, cool and tingly at first, then warm and soothing. She rubbed it in for the full time demanded and a bit longer, just in case. Her nipples were achingly erect by the time she was done, and her private parts were just so juicy right now. She went to the kitchen and mixed up some of the malt-like drink and sucked it right down, popping her first vitamin at the same time.

She cleaned the house and made some supper for her old man, finding that if she was not careful, a free hand would find its way to her warmly tingling breasts. She really did not want to face Max again and thought about coming to my house to avoid him, but she knew that was not what I wanted. She thought about pretending to be asleep but decided it would be better to just face it.

That evening's performance was not nearly as vocal. He came home with his hat in his hand, afraid that he would find the place empty and her moved out, and was pleasantly surprised she was still there. He thought she looked hot in the short shorts and layered tops she was wearing. She was stirring something while listening to headphones. She was swaying to whatever she was listening to- tight bubble butt and long hair moving in perfect counterpoint. It had him hard and horny in an instant.

He cleared his throat, and she did not react. He cleared it louder and said her name. She still did not react. He touched her lightly on the shoulder, and she exploded into action, spinning and smacking him with a pan as she screamed. He thudded to the ground as she leaned back against the counter and caught her breath.

"Jesus, Max. Don't do that!" She settled down and went back to her food prep, leaving Max sprawled on the floor. He struggled to his feet and sat heavily at the table. A bit later, she dropped a plate in front of him. "Here. Eat." She herself ate at the counter without removing the headphones.

When she was ready, she took his plate, ignoring his outburst that he was not done yet, and put the stuff in the dishwasher, then sat at the table in front of him.

"Look, Maxie. Here is the deal. I've been rediscovering who I am, and what I want to be and you are still pretty much the same schlub you were when we got married. I am not sure what I saw in you, but we are married and that means something to me. I'll stay here as we work this out, but I'll be sleeping in the spare room. I've already moved most of my stuff there. I'm going to get myself a job so I can have some of my own money and a life also.

"I'll still do some of the cooking, laundry and cleaning, but you are going to have to start doing some of it. I know you don't know how but you can learn easily enough. We may cuddle sometimes (she shuddered as she said this), but this is my body and only I get to decide who it touches and who touched it, OK?"

Max tried to bluster his way out of this. "Now see here, Min. We've talked about this before. I am the man of the house. I earn the money and you do the house chores. That was the plan and that was the agreement. I know things are odd right now, and I have no idea what has happened to you, but I think it is making you a little crazy."

Min laughed. "Crazy. A woman shows some backbone to you and she is crazy. Way to get on my good side, doofus. And to think I was going to let you wash my panties. Too bad." She laughed and Max got red. The thought of handling her panties did actually make him excited, the thought of what they would smell like made him close his eyes for a moment.

"Look, I am a reasonable man." He said, and she snorted. "We can discuss this. Go ahead and get a job, and I guess I can help around the house some. Hell, we can even eat out more if you want." The thought of entering a nice restaurant with this lovely thing on his arm was thrilling him immensely. The same image made her shake with disgust.

That set off another round of discussions, which got more and more heated until she just stood up, put her headphones on, and walked out on him, leaving his jaw hanging.

The next morning, he was running late as he tried to get ready with little clean laundry left. Minnie was still in her room as he knocked on her door. "Hey, Min. What about breakfast?"

"No thanks, not hungry." She sang back to him.

"No, I mean MY breakfast?"

"Hey, you want it, you make it. There is cereal in the cupboard and milk in the fridge. Need a map?" She asked, overly sweetly. She smiled as he stamped off.

Min was busy looking at herself in the mirror. Her little titties had grown a bit- from nearly flat to the cutest little cupcakes. And they felt amazing! Her nipples were nice and big, hard as her neighbor's cock had been the other day, and her little cunt was grumbling at her for being empty for so long. She was so sexy she wanted to fuck herself. In fact, having heard Max's car leave, she slipped out to the kitchen naked and grabbed herself a perfectly sized cucumber to slip in her wet pussy and leave in place. She kept it in there with a hand that as doing delightful things to her vaginal lips and clit. Wow- rediscovering her clit alone was going to take up most of the morning!

She felt so sexy this morning! She figured she must have been embarrassed by her tiny titties before and now that they were finally catching up to the rest of her hot self, her sex drive was catching up as well. She smiled at herself as she had the naughty thought of doing her dance routine nude in the window facing her handsome neighbor's home. That would be so fun!

Of course I was watching. I 'just happened' to look in the right window at the right time to see her dance. I made a twirl motion with my finger and she obeyed me instantly, twirling to show her delicious body to me. I smiled and shook my head at her as if gently chastising her for being a tease, then closed my blinds. Ha! THAT made her all horny, so she fucked that poor cucumber over and over. I got a quick thrill imagining what it would taste like when she was done- not just the physical taste, but the emotional flavors she would have added. Mmm!

Did I mention that I was using Max's fantasies to mold Min? That is was HIS vision of feminine perfection to have long dark hair and a long slender torso? Every day, Min was looking, talking, and acting more and more like his ideal poster woman. Now that her breasts seemed to be swelling a bit as well, he was in heaven- except that the more perfect she looked, the less she seemed to like him. Her scent on the air was enough to make his cock twitch- and she seemed to leave her delicious scent everywhere! To top things off, when she made him supper the other day? It was his favorite meal cooked his favorite way! She was,in almost every way, his dream woman. She was going to take another big step in that direction real soon here.

Min checked the clock and had a brilliant idea. She had some money on a gift card she could use at the mall (actually, I just slipped her the card recently, she just has a slightly different memory where it came from.) She had plenty of time before what's-his-name came home.

When Max got home that night, he froze in the doorway. Minnie was standing in the living room wearing one of her new outfits. Thigh-high heeled boots, a miniskirt, and a well-filled skimpy halter bra, and even a choker all in a slick-look black leather-like material. Tan shiny nylons, thin silver bracelets on one wrist and sparkly silver and jeweled earrings complimented dramatically sexy but tasteful makeup. Boots. Shiny. He wanted to lick his way to the top of the boots and keep on going up. His gaze drifted over every part of her, absently noting her increased gain in her tits, but kept being pulled back to the boots. Boots. Where did she get boots? He did not really register that she was now sitting with her legs in front of her.

"Do you like them, Maxie?" She asked in a sexy small girl's voice. "They are so much trouble to put on, and I am afraid my feet are sweating in them, but they do look nice, don't they? So smooth, so slick, I can't stop touching them. Don't you think they would taste wonderful? Can you imagine it? Licking them? Tasting my sweat on them? Yummy!" Max was drooling. She extended a long leg towards him and beckoned him with a pointed toe. He felt himself being drawn to her boot. Without thinking, he knelt and took her foot in his hands as he bent his face close.

At first, he just rubbed his face on the smooth material- vinyl, PVC? His brain could not be bothered to process it, he was just lost in the experience. Soon, he tentatively touched it with his tongue, and was hooked. He licked the toe, the sides, the ankles, her instep. He began to lick his way upwards, reaching her knee before she gently shifted him to the other boot. He almost came with the excitement of doing it again.

This time when he got to her knee, she shook his face away. "Thank you." She said as she walked out to finish dinner. He sat there for some time trying to compose himself. He felt humiliated, angry, hurt, and horny all at the same time. He jacked himself off furiously, hating himself and her for it. Dinner was delicious, the eye candy she presented was incredible, and he was in hell. She barely spoke to him during the meal, reading a woman's magazine instead.

He tried to assert himself again after dinner and his doing the dishes. While she was watching TV, he tried to rub her shoulders for her. She removed his hands as if they were diseased and said not a word. Instead, he sat in his recliner and just watched her in the pale light of the TV.

She seemed engrossed by the screen for a long while, then started to lick her plump lips. She made a small stretch and languidly threw a long leg over an arm of the chair. He could not see well enough to see if she was wearing panties or not. She was casually stroking her own leg- he could hear the quiet hiss of her long nails on the nylons.

She moaned softly and was stroking her whole leg through the long boots, her foot turning with delight. Her other hand was stroking her smooth tummy, fingertips dancing lightly on her taut skin. Her breathing picked up a bit and she was a little flushed as the hand moved to stroke her breast through the halter. She moaned as she pinched her own nipple gently. She stroked the top of one soft breast and he was enthralled seeing it deform slightly under her touch, like pudding, looking so soft and warm and heavy. She never had enough of a chest to do that before. He estimated that she was about a D-cup now and he wanted to taste, even touch them in the worst way. Hie imagination of what they would be like was eating away at him.

Her other hand was hidden beneath the skirt now and her wrist was moving in interesting circles as she squirmed slightly in her seat. He found himself rubbing his cock through his trousers. When he made a noise, she looked over at him and gasped at what he was doing. His cheeks burned in shame as she strode away in a series of angry-sounding clacks on the hardwood. He slept in the chair that night.

The next morning, she was dancing around in the kitchen in a pastel bra and panties combination that looked touchably soft and painted on. Her breasts were moving enchantingly and seemed to have gained more mass and presence since last night. She'd made herself a colorful light breakfast from yogurt, fruit, and toast and put a box of cereal by his place. God she smelled good to him. He could barely control himself. He wanted to throw her on the counter and fuck her silly. Some of it must have shown on his face as she looked at him and muttered 'pig' as she cleaned up and left the room, her fragrance still on the air.

Min came over to use the gym she still had set up in my house, and I had to say I heartily approved of her choice to work out in a sports bra and short shorts so small and tight they were almost a thong. Her breasts were up to a full E and were pretty much done. She was moving so much more erotically now- every movement designed to show off her incredible body. She was also flirting with me shamelessly.

"Why don't you change and join me? I could use a spotter and some company to help keep me motivated." I decided to take her up on this and was soon in my own short shorts and bare-chested on some piece of machinery nearby. I carefully did not look at her as sweat built up on my admittedly artificially enhanced muscles. I knew what her dream man had always looked like- trim, muscular, dark, and it was no trouble to tweak my already adequate physique to meet her expectations. I also arranged it so my scent did to her what her scent did for Max.

She was doing bench presses and had a bad moment. "Uh, can you spot me for a bit? I'm a bit wobbly here." I smiled and stood over her as she completed her sets. She was quite distracted by my looks, smell, and by the large bulge she saw in my shorts. I could see her thoughts spinning, integrating her new teachings and reality with her old morality and marriage vows. She wanted to just reach out and take what she wanted- her new sexuality and confidence was fighting with a growing desire to serve and obey me. When I saw the flicker of a thought that touching might offend her Master, I knew my plan was almost complete.

I kept her frustrated and sent her home without a shower when the workout was over. Max was already home and his eyes popped out when he saw what she was almost wearing, and his cock popped out when he caught the scent of her sweat. He moved towards her and she knocked him down. "Stay away from me!"

"Damn it, Minnie, you are my wife!" He shouted. "I can damn well touch you if I want and when I want!" He got up and grabbed her in his arms. She struggled and screamed for him to let go!

She managed to fling him into the wall, stunning him for a moment before he forced her to the floor and tore off her bra, letting her big tits flop freely. "If I want to feel your boobies, it is my right!" He stated before he rubbed his stubbly cheek on one. She roared and flipped over, resulting in her barely covered pussy pressing on his cock. He started to hump himself against her helplessly, pissing her off further.

She jumped off and grabbed a lamp to bash him with. "Max, I, and only I get to decide if you get to touch my nice big boobs, my tight ass, my luscious little pussy, or any other part of my hot bod. I can have any man I want. Why would I let someone like YOU touch it? And don't say it is because you are my fucking husband either, or god help me, I will beat your skull in."

Max lay there for a moment staring at her. She looked magnificent! Hair all wild, a sheen of sweat on her incredible body, a warrior pose with gentle muscles moving under her skin. And her scent! Damn, he HAD to have her! He got up and rushed her, dragging her to the ground. He struggled to get his pants off while trying to keep her from biting or kicking him, and she was damned strong! His cock was out and he was trying to move her tight shorts when she managed to break free and grab the cordless phone.