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Turnabout Is Fair Play (Part 1/3)

a/n: direct sequel to Dicked Down. thought it would be short, but i reached 6k words and had only hit on half of what i was going for. i’m still working on part 2, but it shouldn’t be as long of a delay for the next installment. enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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After that evening, I didn’t immediately get my dick back. Razzor was true to his word and installed his app on my phone the next morning. He raised his eyebrows when I set the phone aside afterwards.

“So you aren’t going to take this back right away?” he asked, hefting his massive cock. Even soft, it was over a foot long and chokingly wide.

“Not right now, no. A lot of me went into crafting that masterpiece,” I replied easily, grazing my hands over its length. “I want to enjoy it.”

In reality, I wanted to be able to surprise Razz like he had me. I didn’t want to just reverse the changes, I wanted to turn the tables on him. In fact, I had gotten off writing the last update, rubbing my nullified crotch, thinking of what I would do to him in return. And to catch him off guard, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and go a little longer without a dick.

Razz decided that in order to go about a normal day, we would probably have to dial a few things back. I was a bit disappointed to see my tits and ass shrink down. He certainly didn’t take all that he had given me, though. I was left with pillowy pecs that still had cleavage and a bouncy, bubbly ass. I chose to keep the butt plug, enjoying how it filled my stretched-out hole. Plus it meant I could keep Razz’s loads with me longer. Did I mention I really love come? Razz’s must have some demonic element that makes it more potent because I can never get enough of his loads in me.

That first morning, I was pretty useless. I still wanted my pussy fucked, still needed my mouth full, still desperate to get cock all over my tits. I did manage to write up our escapades by the end of the evening, as you already saw, but I took numerous breaks for Razz to fill me up. He loved teasing how useless I was without his come.

“Humans just can’t multitask, huh?” he had chided, as my hands left the keyboard to worship his magnificent dick yet again. I rubbed it against my beautiful pecs, leaking a much smaller amount of lube than before, but certainly enough to get things going.

Even through my whorish desperation, I tried to dictate. I still have some pride, dammit, and I wanted Razz to know I had brains behind my body. That is, after all, one of the things that Razz finds deeply attractive about me, and not just the forms he sticks me in. And I know what he means — once physicality becomes less concrete, it also becomes less important to who or what you find attractive or arousing.

However, there was just no getting past the fact that standing dickless, I had too few outlets for the massive amounts of desire and lust wracking my body. I could deep throat a dildo, ride Razz’s gargantuan cock, and stick vibrators to my nipples, and still feel a need to seek deeper and deeper orgasms. Razz had built a monster!

Late that night, after a pretty intense fuck session, I looked more into the app and managed to make an exchange without involving dick size yet. It seemed the app was broad enough to just exchange properties, and allowed for side effects. I ended up transferring some of my desperation to Razz so that I could get a bit of respite. I actually managed to neutralize the rest of it, so I could regain control and we could have some calm before the storm I had brewing in my mind. After all, I had errands to run and wanted to see this body out in public without worrying about Razz suffering in need by himself.

The next morning, Razz found it a bit harder to go soft, but didn’t really comment on my changes, even though he obviously would have noticed them. He knew to let me have my fun, I guess.

After letting Razz have an early morning pec-fuck, I cleaned up and posted our first experience with the app to the Tumblr Razz had set up during my initial “dicking down”. I remembered how much fun I had modeling my underwear, and since I really needed to go shopping I was excited to get dressed.

First, I stood in front of my full-length mirror and took stock once again. My typically-muscular chest, while still covered in a fine layer of dark hair, had lost it’s rock-solid appearance and puffed into a pair of muscle breasts. My pec-tits created a beautiful cleavage even without a shirt, and I bounced them up and down a bit.

I followed my treasure trail down over cut abs to a still somewhat shocking sight: my cockless crotch. While my original body (before I met Razzor) had an average 6-incher, I had really gotten used to my “default” modified body that carried a cock that was an amazing seven inches. When growing and changing was new, the one inch difference in length just felt so much bigger. If you think about a proportional increase, it’s a noticeable difference in weight and heft. It felt… right.

And it still felt absurd without it, even after 48 hours. Hot, but bizarre. In front of the mirror I marveled and rubbed at my null mound. I maintained my pubic hair enough to tell that it wasn’t hiding anything. My taint smoothed up into nothing. And the expanse was further highlighted by how amazing my legs looked. I kept my favorite proportion of muscle to fat on my legs so that they were both sensually enticing, but also impressively defined. And they came together with nothing but a smooth triangle of flesh.

Then I gave an exaggerated half turn in the mirror, and enjoyed how my back joined against a truly bubbly ass. I gave each cheek a flex, and they bounced against the butt plug. I could get used to this change, actually. I’ve always been vers, but my ass beforehand wasn’t really anything special compared to this. I hadn’t noticed before, but Razz even kept my hairiness here. I’ve always liked my lightly furry butt. I never had Razz increase it, either, so it’s still my original body’s sparser distribution.

I grabbed the tiny pink thong (from the last time I had worn any clothes at all), and slid it up my legs. I guffawed at the sight of the purposefully small pouch just being empty. Then I turned and spread my legs so I could see the end of the butt plug in the mirror. The tiny strip of fabric slid right down the middle, not even covering the base.

I stood back up and walked over to the dresser, figuring I’d just use this as my underwear for the day. But then I saw a gift from Razz: a pair of panties! They were black with a lacy trim, but primarily an elastic, slightly sheer material so it could fit tight. I excitedly shoved the thong down, and pulled on the panties.

Now this was made for a smooth crotch! The satiny material felt amazing against my skin, and it looked fantastic on me. I turned around and loved how the high cut really accentuated my asscheeks. I squeezed them around the fabric, and poked at the plug nestled between them. The front was shaped beautifully small, and tightly clung to my mound. I heard a slight gasp behind me.

“Hey baby,” Razz said, walking up and hugging against my back. “I see you found my present.” I heard pure affection in every word.

“These are gorgeous, Razz, I love them.” I turned to give him a proper kiss.

I noticed then, though, that Razz had a bashful, needy look in his eye, rather than his typically devious one. He quickly deepened our kiss, and I smirked around his tongue, enjoying a little change in dynamic. Just that single swap of horniness was really doing the trick to start my turnaround. I guided him back from the dresser to our bed, and I eased him down to a sitting position. He whined a little when we parted lips.

“Oh babe,” I said, emulating one of his favorite teasing tones to use on me. “Do you like how they look?” He nodded his head, while I rubbed the panties against his chest and brought his face into my own chest. “Well now you can’t see, with your eyes buried in my tits like this…”

He began licking at my pecs, and I felt his cock stiffen between my legs while I straddled his. I interrupted him once again by pulling him back, away from my chest, and he immediately (obediently?) looked down to appreciate how the satin undies really did accentuate my nullified crotch. He reached out one hand to rub at the sheer fabric while his other played with himself.

I wasn’t having any of that. I grabbed the hand from his cock and brought it to one of my nipples instead. He didn’t even comment, and immediately started teasing and playing with my teat, pulling a bit of lube. I was really loving the rush of guiding Razz along. I pushed him further back on the bed and he ran both his hands around my now-messy tits (the lube was already matting down the hair in swirls), as I straddled his waist.

By this point, his foot-and-a-half of cock was fully boned, pressing the panties between my cheeks and sliding against my back. I bounced against his huge cock, and he groaned beneath me. He began to thrust his hips.

“Please… let me…” Razz moaned.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.” It really was nice to both enjoy the sensations and get to tease someone who was overwhelmed by them. Because while I was certainly amping up, I was able to hold back to mess with Razz. He grunted and I felt a bunch of pre leaking against my back.

“I wanna…” he began, but he paused for a sigh and I decided I wouldn’t cut him any slack.

“You’re going to make my nice new panties get dirty, with the mess you’re making on my back.”

“I’ll take them off,” Razz managed to say, looking right into my eyes. He humped against my back and ass again while never slowing down on my chest. I held back from moaning but had definitely started breathing more heavily. Razz continued with a needy expression, pulling his eyebrows up and together, “Just let me fuck you before you head out! Please…”

Oh, so he was worried I was going to go shopping without letting him fill me up! This was fantastic, I was already messing with him more than I thought. Or Razz was just having fun playing along, and I was getting a rush from it either way.

“Go on then,” I said, gesturing to my lacy panties. I could feel a bit of wetness in them, both from where Razz’s thick pre had made it down my back and from some leaking out of my ass around the plug. “Take them off me before you really ruin them. I’d like to enjoy these panties for more than the past few minutes.”

His hands, slicked with the lube from my nipples, weren’t exactly optimal for the job, but he made up for that in eagerness as he slid the now slightly less pretty panties down my thick thighs. I helped him pull them the rest of the way off, and then settled back against his huge cock. I would have been easily intimidated by it at one point in my life, but I now knew what this pussy could do.

Razz was holding onto my ass for dear life, asking with his eyes for me to grant him entry. I smirked and reached to pull out the frankly obscene butt plug. The black silicon gave a satisfying stretch before my sloppy hole tried to close behind it, unavoidably leaking no small amount of fluids against Razz’s dick. For their part, the pendulous balls Razz now possessed had been working hard to lube the way, unaware that I was practically a factory for the stuff at this point. So he had been grinding against my progressively slicker back, gearing himself up to plunge into my fattened cunt.

I still had to work a bit, practically climbing the mountainous cock behind me, before I was able to ease my hole around the head. Again, you really need to picture how massive this is to appreciate the accomplishment. I don’t have the best mental yardstick for girth yet, but bare minimum 10 inches around. A fist would be much narrower, and my ass was eating it up.

I focused back on Razz, remembering that I was trying to work him up, but he was doing a fantastic job of it by himself. As I lowered down, enjoying the drag of my fat asscheeks grazing along his lubed up cock, Razz was enraptured. He was looking at me like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, which was quite the compliment from him. One of his hands was massaging my left thigh and, with the other, he brought us together for a deep kiss. His rock-solid dick wasn’t very flexible, and the pressure was incredible inside me.

As I settled back and lowered fully, resting against his engorged balls, Razz dragged both of his hands to my abs and marveled at the visible line of his own cock inside me. I myself was caught up in the sight, and joined his hands in rubbing the bulge. I never worried about mundane human biology with Razz anymore. I mean, hell, over two whole days I had only taken out my plug to get fucked, and I didn’t have a dick to piss with. As I said, sometimes the details aren’t really important. Razz knows what I like, and tends to glaze over the rest.

He then grabbed my ass and fucked up into me, shocking me with his sudden urgency. I could see the crazed desire in his eyes that I had felt just the day prior. But even with today’s control, the feeling of so much cock pounding against my prostate drove me wild. It felt like my ass was coming again and again as Razz pounded up into me, sending shockwaves through my body.

“Oh yes, baby, just like that!” I yelled. “You’re hitting me so deep, keep going! You’re so good, baby.”

Razz simply groaned beneath me, unable to articulate much more. He managed to pick up the pace for a bit, but then he was dragging in and out more slowly, more purposefully.

I played with one nipple, rubbing my hands around in the mess Razz made before, groping my pec. My other hand drifted south, and supplied that inexplicable sensation of petting a cockless crotch. All the while Razz pushed and pulled my whole body up and down onto his cock.

Then, with a deep gasp, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto his cock, hard. He pushed our amalgam cock deeper into me. I had to remember that this amazing dick was ours and soon to be mine again! The thought hit me as Razz came forcefully, where I felt it deep within myself. My ass burped lube around his cock in response, flooding his balls and soaking the pair. I felt a full-body orgasm that further reminded me that soon enough I would be truly coming again.

Razz unromantically collapsed back against the bed when he was done, and I waited a bit for him to soften before sliding off the colossal tool. I grabbed my handy plug and made sure to keep the load in me. I sighed as I felt the base hit home.

My head cleared way more quickly that it had the day before, and I remembered I had intended to go out. I took a quick shower, and when I got out I found the panties waiting for me on the counter as I dried off. Razz had cleaned them up for me, which was very sweet. I slipped them back on, enjoying how tightly the fabric held to my skin. As I reentered the bedroom, I noticed that Razz had decided to take a legit nap, so I was quiet as I made my way over to the dresser.

When I looked in the drawer that held my gift, I realized Razz had actually gotten me a full outfit, not just the panties. I excitedly pulled out the clothes. I noticed one was a muscle tank with narrow straps, made of bright purple fabric. I slipped it on. My nipples were only barely covered, and the low cut showed off my cleavage very well. The tank, instead of hanging loose, was tapered to my trim waist. The top accentuated my muscles, which made a great contrast with the feminine underwear I was sporting.

The pants were definitely made just for this body. I slid on the denim shorts, and appreciated how the short, sharp hemlines accentuated every curve of my thighs and ass. The jeans were tight, made perfectly to my proportions. As I buttoned them in place, I looked at the crotch, which was completely smooth. Denim usually bunches enough to hide a modest bulge, but these booty shorts were tailored perfectly and they did nothing to hide what I was missing. I absolutely had to strut around in this outfit.

I slipped on my socks and shoes, grabbed my phone and wallet, and headed for the nearby store a few blocks down. Call me a bit of an exhibitionist (okay, a lot of an exhibitionist — I’m sharing all this with y’all, aren’t I?), but I lived for the reactions my new body was garnering. I swayed my hips, walking with a confidence my previous self had never known. I caught people of all genders lusting after my bubbly ass and luscious muscle tits.

My empty crotch got mixed reviews, it seemed, as I passed the local gym and neared the grocery store. Most didn’t know what to make of my body’s lacking feature. A few caught my eye, possibly ready to say something they thought would hurt my feelings, but just a twitch of my eyebrow told them I wasn’t the least bit self-conscious. Two other passers-by were obviously enraptured by my form, one literally dropping his jaw in surprise. I wonder how differently all of these people would react if they knew I had an app on my phone that could steal me up to a foot and a half of cock. I didn’t need it at the moment, though.

I was practically exuding sex as I entered the shop. I grabbed a few necessities, enjoying every moment I needed to bend over. One cute guy must have gotten a glimpse of the panties hiding under my booty shorts, because he followed me the rest of my trek around the store. I pretended not to notice for his sake, but never passed up an opportunity to give him another look at the goods.

He seemed too shy to actually say anything, though. I considered him briefly, but knew today wouldn’t be a good night for a third. Too much explaining for what I had planned. But I still wanted to have my fun, too. I suddenly turned around, making as if I had forgotten something.

“Oh, excuse me cutie,” I said to the man as I purposefully bumped into him. I backed away to obviously check him out, and made sure to angle my hips toward him.

“N-no problem,” he mumbled, shuffling a bit without looking higher than my chest.

I laughed lightly as I turned and kept going, swinging my ass because I knew he’d still be staring. Poor boy.

I finished up my shopping, popped over to a nearby sex shop for a several other supplies, and finally headed back home. As I left, I thought about me from someone else’s perspective, and got a little hot myself, leaking into the panties. I was just about everything I personally loved in a bottom, and I could get that from Razz as well. And while I do love bottoming, it’s an entirely different sense of satisfaction to be the one fucking. I suddenly got a pang of longing for my dick, and knew it was time to use the app for real.

Not to say I stopped enjoying how I looked. I was still rocking the muscle tank over booty shorts aesthetic, for sure. Getting to experience so many different things, I sometimes want everything at once. It’s a confusing feeling at first, but now I’ve learned to just enjoy what I want while I want it and be ready to change again when the time feels right.

Razz was probably already up and needy again, too. I smiled to myself, ready to start. I put my bags in one hand and, with the other, grabbed my phone from my back pocket. With a few simple taps as I casually strolled down the road, I made a pretty momentous change.

Four soft inches. I went from having nothing, and wearing clothes that showed it, to stuffing them with an average package. I grunted in pain, having not really thought through how tight my clothes were. The bulge was simply obscene, and it made me look like I had a lot more than I did. It pulled the shorts and panties down in front, exposing my pubes and stretching fabric tight against my huge ass.

What was worse, though, was trying to avoid getting hard as I thought about Razz losing a third of his erect length, down to “just” a foot. I thought about how along with that he would find his ass expanding like mine. And I thought about how instead of redistributing his pleasure centers, like he had for me, I would instead concentrate them in his dick, but make him desperate enough to do anything to get off.

With the looks I got on the street on the last block before making it home, it was pretty much only my tight clothing holding everything in place that kept me soft. I rushed back inside, pleased to find Razz jerking off on the sofa.

“What did you…?” Razz tried to begin.

“Hi baby!” I interrupted brightly. “I figured out how to use the app.”

I had missed Razz’s transformation, which was a bit of the fun, but I could easily tell how surprised he was. His rock hard dick was now 12 solid inches long — still massive! — but it was balanced by his hilariously grown ass. Now there was something for me to fuck! It wasn’t as big as mine, but it was a definite improvement.

I could also see that there was a wet, discarded dildo tossed to the side. It might have been a little mean to make his ass juicy like mine (in both senses), but not give him the sheer pleasure I get to experience. It’s not that I made him numb or anything, but his cock was simply irresistible to him in comparison.

Razz continued stroking mindlessly while he watched me put away my shopping. I left out the bag from the sex shop, as I figured I would need my purchases before too long. All the while I was swishing this way and that, relishing in the feeling of having a dick once more. It was tight and a little painful in the clothes made for a nullo, but it only worked to underline the contrast in sensation.

“Hey babe.” Razz had taken a break from jerking off and was looking up at me from the couch. He took a tone that was supposed to sound sweet, but I was unconvinced. “Do you think I could fuck you again? I’m feeling really horny today.”

“Oh are you?” I mirrored the sweet tone, turning toward the couch. “But what about me? I haven’t been able to fuck you in days. Wouldn’t it be fair for me to fuck you?”

Razz looked torn. He knew from the dildo that he wouldn’t get off to it easily. I made as if to turn away from him, and it had the desired effect.

“Okay!” Razz said, affecting some enthusiasm. “I, er, loosened myself up a bit for you.” He wiggled his ass at me, indicating the dildo. I smirked.

“I do like how this ass fattened up,” I teased as I joined him on the couch. I grinded my jean-clad crotch against him as I straddled his thigh. I ignored his cock in favor of giving him a kiss.

“Roll on your stomach,” I commanded. His foot of cock propped him up and his legs splayed to accommodate his balls, but as I leaned back my eyes were trained on his plump butt. I rubbed my bulge between the cheeks, scratching against his entrance. I managed to get the pants a little wet with his lube before I pulled them off.

The tantalizing sight of Razz had really made the panties uncomfortable at this point. I took them off as well, and my dick quickly ratcheted up to 6 hard inches. The freedom was a fantastic relief, both to see a normal package again, and knowing I was ready to use it.

I rutted my cock between his cheeks until I was sufficiently lubed up. The smooth slide of flesh against flesh left me flush with desire. The motion made Razz desperate for some friction of his own, and he started rocking his entire body around to jack off his huge dick. (I had a secret smile at this point, as I thought of what he had coming later on.)

I finally plunged in, luxuriating in the tightness. My head slowly spread Razz’s hole open and made way for my modest dick to hit home. I started easily, dragging slowly in and out. Razz eventually gave up rocking against his dick and let me set the tempo. I started to increase my speed, until I was jackhammering in and out of his sloppy hole.

With this speed, I was truly fucking Razz down against his own dick, and he was loving it. It wasn’t as nice as taking my ass, but he was desperate and, crucially, distracted. I grabbed my phone out of my discarded shorts as I kept up the pace, and opened the app. With him at 12 and me at 6, there was only one logical swap — 3 inches to make it even.

I decided to throw in a bit of a butt upgrade and one more surprise.

“Oh!” Razz screamed suddenly. He shuddered as his cock shrank down for the second time in less than an hour, while the sensation concentrated even more. Shortly thereafter, his ass inflated against my cock, which itself had suddenly shot up half its own length. I slowed my pace, as I was really excited to rub my hands against him when the final change set in.

Razz gasped lightly when he felt me massage him. “Did you take away… my body hair?”

“You’re totally smooth, baby. Like a baby.” Razz was usually a little scruffy but never overly hirsute. Wiping it all away had a pretty stark effect, though, really smoothing out his skin. I kept stroking up and down his body to highlight the sensation as I picked up the pace once more.

This time I had made Razz’s ass just as big as mine, in order to accommodate a larger cock. It felt great to be fucking again, feeling his cheeks drag against me as I pulled in and out of his pussified hole. My significant growth had shot me above my normal length of 7 to 9 impossible inches, and it felt fantastic. I picked up in earnest, pounding Razz deeper into the sofa now that his dick wasn’t taking up so much space. I thrust once more, and came deep in him. I laid down on his back without pulling out.

“Mmhm. Thanks honey.” I whispered in Razz’s ear. “Do you wanna fuck me next?”

“Please, yes.”

“Okay, well how about I give you my plug so you can keep my load, and after you eat me out I’ll think about it.”

Razz bit his lip for a moment, and then nodded.

I gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled back. I reached behind me to remove the gigantic butt plug. I hadn’t quite grown myself to this girth, so Razz would have to do some quick adjusting. I pulled myself out of him fully, taking a moment to appreciate how messy and pretty his completely shaved pussy looked, and then slid the tip of the plug against his fucked-out hole. I pushed it in, and it slipped inside smoothly, with no resistance, until it was nestled in place. Razz let out a long sigh of contentment.

Because I knew it would be fun to catch him when he was relaxing, I flipped him over quickly and turned around. I didn’t give him much warning before I was kneeling down around his head to sit on his face. I lined my warm hole right up to his mouth.

Razz must have been desperate to put his dick in me, especially since his dick was half the size it had been that morning, and the sensitivity had only been concentrated into that smaller size. He managed to eat me out with expert enthusiasm, proving he was either totally into this or willing to do anything to put his cock in me. He wasted no time in slurping into me, spreading my hole apart and finding his load from before.

I bounced up and down on his face as he went to town, clapping my cheeks against his, while his hands came up to play with my nipples through the tank top. I moaned deeply as he teased them, leaving wet spots on the narrow straps that had attempted to cover them up. I brought my own hands down between us and rubbed down his newly smooth chest and abs, and slowly grabbed around his smaller dick. Well, it was hard to call it small — 9 inches is nothing to scoff at. But after being stretched out on a monster twice its size and having my own that competes, it didn’t size up.

Razz certainly didn’t feel inadequate, though, and he moaned against my ass as I played with him. He continued teasing and pulling my nipples, having moved the straps aside to really toy with them. I was in heaven, and ready to let Razz fuck my brains out.

I slowly leaned up and pulled my ass away from Razz’s face. I made sure to rub my now-impressive dick against his chest. I gave Razz a quick kiss on his cum-messed lips, then rolled over on my back so he could set his own pace. I thought that was a bit of a reward given how well he had behaved.

Razz eagerly flipped on top of me and hitched my legs up around him. He was leaking as he pushed into the messy valley between my ass cheeks. I was surprised to find that he still felt distinctly big. I was worried his previous size had ruined my pussy for good, but no, the 9-inch version was still hitting every spot inside me. I squirmed back against the sofa as Razz pounded against me, his hands grabbing my tits for leverage.

I marveled at how the sweat glistening on his smooth body made him look like an oiled muscle-man. He didn’t quite have the build, always being a bit slighter than I am, but he could clearly nail the look given the opportunity.

Razz finally built himself up to a rapid climax, and the feeling of him shooting inside me was enough for me to come again. I had forgotten how it felt to come from being fucked! My enlarged dick sprayed like a hose between us as a pleasant tingle ran between it and my ass.

We laid against each other for a moment before he pulled out. Razz relaxed against the couch as I got up. I cleaned off a new butt plug I had gotten at the sex shop, and inserted it. This one had a built-in vibrator! Then I grabbed Razz’s new… toy and got it ready as well.

I rejoined him on the sofa, keeping it out of sight. “I got you a present today while I was out.”

“Mm? What’s that?” He perked up a bit at the mention of a gift.

I held up the metal contraption. “It’s a cock cage. I think you’re a little out of control, and need me to help reign you in. We’ve fucked three times today, and it isn’t even dinner.” Of course I wasn’t actually complaining.

“What?” Razz slid back and sat up against the couch. I watched his eyes for any signs of him not liking this.

“It’ll keep your dick down so it doesn’t get hard. I’ll lock it and keep the key for you, and then when you’re good I’ll let you out to play.”

Razz couldn’t mask the look of lust in his eye. I could see that this was hitting some buttons for him too, and he wanted to fully play that part. And he even managed to look ashamed (wildly horny, but ashamed) when he started to chub up at the idea.

“See? We need to train you.” I grinned at him, and he simply nodded.

I got to work fitting the cock cage to his dick before he got hard again. He enjoyed me playing with his sensitive dick too much, though, and started to get a semi. I got tired of trying to manhandle his stubborn meat into the cage, so instead I just grabbed my phone and took another inch, while Razz moaned in a mix of despair and lust. He fit tightly, but I was able to lock the cage in place. He immediately groaned and arched up against me.

“Tsk, tsk,” I chided as I saw his dick trying to push against the restraint. The simple metal cage curved down and fixed to his balls. This one wasn’t small, since it fit his 5.5-inch softie without any compression, but it certainly wouldn’t let his dick get any bigger. He whined.

“Here,” I said. “Get on all fours. Let me look at you.” Razz obeyed. He crawled across me and arched his back, poking out his enlarged butt. My old plug fit snugly in between those pillowy cheeks, and I gave them a playful swat. It seemed that the ass-fattening addition was still selected for that extra inch I stole, because he was bigger than before.

“Mmm, yes, very pretty. And I’ll let you keep this, too,” I said, pulling the plug in and out of his sloppy hole.

Razz wasn’t much for words. His body quaked with the teasing, which let me hear the pleasant sound of the lock clicking against metal.

I pushed the butt plug back into place, and grabbed his caged dick. “Oh, and I haven’t decided when I’ll let you out yet.” I patted the key that I had put around my neck after locking Razz up.

Razz’s eyes focused back on me. “What?”

“Yeah, as I said, you already came three times today. That’s more than enough.”

“Not today?” Razz whined. “I was thinking after dinner…”

I smiled. I was thinking about after dinner too, but maybe for different reasons.

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