Perfection
"You've made a fantastic choice. The MySpouse 6 is the perfect anniversary gift," the young man at the counter said. "And it comes with two free uses - in case you aren't satisfied the first time."
"Great," said Avery. "And how do I use it?"
"You just stick your head into the cognitive scanner and imagine what you'd like your perfect spouse to be like - and out pops the pill. Your partner takes it and whatever you wanted, it becomes reality."
"Oh Avery, I can't believe it!" Marcus cooed as he tore of the wrapping of the present. "You got us a new MySpouse? This must have cost a fortune!"
"Well, you're worth every penny to me," Avery replied. "I know we've had our ups and downs over our first year of marriage, and I wanted to start this year off on the right foot."
"So, I've got to ask - how does it work?" Marcus asked, curiously reading the box.
"Well, to be honest, I don't know. The guy at the Mystore wasn't too helpful. He just explained the mechanism for its operation - not really explaining how it works. I suspect that it's a proprietary piece of technology."
"I wouldn't be surprised. They are probably going to make billions with this in the long run. So...how do you operate it?"
"You just have to think of what you want in your spouse," Avery replied as he pulled the Myspouse out of the tissue paper in the box. The unit had a simple, sleek looking design that no doubt belied its technological prowess.
"And that's just? Just...mentally figure out what you want?" Marcus asked.
"I think so - but don't worry. It comes with two charges, so you can re-do it if you mess up the first time," Avery said as he plugged in cable placed the unit onto Marcus head.
A few seconds later, a whirring sound issued from the unit and a small, blue tablet fell from the side. Avery leaned in to catch it as it fell, and then gulped it down.
In a few moments, he could feel his body tingling. It was a warm, pleasant feeling that lasted for several minutes. His spine and his legs felt warm and energized. Then, for a brief moment, the entire room seemed to collapse. The ceiling started to fall in on him, then suddenly stopped its descent.
"Oh my God, Avery! It really worked!" Marcus cried.
Avery gazed down at his husband - which was a new experience for him. Avery, always on the shorter side for a man, happened to now be quite a bit taller than him. That must have been what caused the room to move, he deduced: he had grown taller.
Significantly taller, he realized as he quickly made his way to the bathroom mirror. He must have grown six or seven inches! He was elated that this was what he had in mind. He could scarcely imagine the faces on the guys at work tomorrow. As he continued to look at himself in the mirror he also noticed that he had packed on what seemed to be two-hundred extra pounds having his weight now be around four hundred and five pounds.
"Wow, Avery, this is so much better than I expected!" Marcus cried out as he continued to survey his new towering form. "You must be at least six feet now."
"I'm glad it worked so well," Avery replied.
"Me too," said Marcus. "Now sit down."
Avery complied, but as he was sitting started to ask "Why do you want me to sit..."
The question was interrupted when he felt the Myspouse being placed onto his head.
"No, Marcus - don't." He said instinctively. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts.
"Why? We have an extra charge. And you were to good to me to get it," Miranda said as he gently stroked his back.
"Yes - but..." Avery started, but was interrupted by the sound of the Myspouse spitting out a pill. He leaned forwards to get it, but not used to his new center of gravity, he overcompensated and the pill fell onto the floor. Marcus bent down and quickly scooped it up.
"No arguments, Avery. Just let me take it," he said, and quickly hopped back into the bathroom. When Avery tried to follow him in, he found the door was locked.
"I'll just be a minute...changing..." Marcus said, as he giggled through the door. Avery, conceding defeat, slumped and sat down next to the door silently.
He looked down at the plain looking pill, wondering how any of this was even possible. "Here goes nothing," he whispered to himself as he swallowed it.
At first, he felt nothing. Then, he felt a warm glow come over his body. It felt good - almost too good. The warm waves seemed to come over his body very quickly, like a warm bath might feel after a hard day of work. It was a nearly arousing feeling of satisfaction. The feeling, though enjoyable, elicited suspicion from Marcus - what could possibly be going on?
Hee looked down at himself and was surprised - well, somewhat surprised anyway - to see his chest sticking out but looking much different than before. Almost as if breast were starting to form.
"Typical," Marcus thought to himself, "He has talk to me about this before, after all. I should have known."
Marcus was always a very thin guy, though it wasn't easy. He had to coax it into its skeletal nature through constant dieting, and, at a few moments in her life he wasn't too proud of, near starvation. One of the natural effects of such a stringent slimming regimen, of course, was a smaller bust, so Marcus thought that Avery's desire wouldn't bother him too much.
He cupped his breasts, which had gone from flat to what he thought might be double C's and were starting to go up to the D level in less than a minute. "This isn't so bad," he thought to himself. That thought froze in his mind when he examined himself in the bathroom mirror.
It wasn't just his breasts! His whole body was getting big. His upper arms were starting to look thick and husky. His hips had widened and spread out, and his thighs were now wide and starting to touch near the top. His chin was starting to get a bit doubled and his cheeks were puffier.
To his horror, even his waist, once the pride of his figure, was vanishing right before his eyes. The convex, hollow look was gone, replaced with flatness. Then, that too faded away, to be replaced by a single, gentle looking curve. After that, the curve swelled, and he now had a real, chubby looking midsection.
"Avery! Avery!" he screamed "You've got to help me, this thing malfunctioned!"
He tried the door, but it was still locked.
"Let me in, honey!" He called out.
"No, I can't let you see me like this," he sobbed.
"What happened, I tried not to think of anything," Avery started.
"I don't know, at first my chest grew so I thought that you wanted me to have implants or...something, I don't know...but now my whole body has gotten fat. I'm disgusting. We've got to call someone and let them know the machine is capable of making terrible mistakes - and hopefully get this fixed!"
"Marcus...it's not a malfunction." The words simply hung in the air for a moments as their true meaning hit him.
"What are you talking about, Avery?" Marcus demanded, still refusing to open the door.
"That's what I tried to tell you earlier. I was worried this would happen. The machine is designed to read minds, and...well...it read mine. I did this to you - I'm sorry, I knew you'd be really upset. I don't know if we can buy another one to fix this, but..."
"Wait, wait a minute, Avery. You said it read your mind? Well, then, why would it do this?"
"Because, Marcus...that's what I like."
"You like chubby guys, Avery?" Marcus said with an accusatory tone in his voice.
"Yes..." Avery finally said at last.
"Well, why did you ever date me, then? I'm as thin as it gets!" Marcus shouted. "Or at least...I was."
"That's not the only thing that's important to me, Marcus. There are a million things that attracted me to you. You are funny, you've got a great smile, you're an incredibly warm hearted person..." Avery responded.
"But you've always preferred me to look...like this?" Marcus asked, gazing down at his body in disgust. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I knew you wouldn't like the idea. And I was happy enough with the way things were. I didn't want to rock the boat."
"I still don't believe it, Avery. How could anybody possibly find me attractive?"
"I just do, Marcus. I've known ever since I was a teenager."
"Maybe, Avery, Maybe. But you don't know how bad the damage really is. Maybe you just wanted me to put on 5 or 10 pounds all over. Not...not this."
"5 pounds, come on. That's barely noticeable."
"Not on me, Avery. I notice every single pound."
"If you are so concerned, honey. Let me in. Let me see you."
Marcus very reluctantly opened the bathroom door.
"Wow," Avery said as he eyed his husband's new body.
"You mean you really like it?" Marcus asked hopefully.
"Like it...you're gorgeous!" Avery cried out.
"Really?" Marcus asked, still unsure. "But I'm so...chubby."
"Exactly," said Avery, licking his lips.
"Well, why is that a good thing, to you anyway?" Marcus asked, still confused.
"You're curvy, male..." Avery said as his eye traced his curves.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I like your arms," he said as he traced their soft forms. "They are a promise of a warm hug." He traced the arms to their ends, and then hugged him close.
"I like your shoulders," he said. "I like how...substantial they are. I feel like I could, in a moment of passion, hug you with all my might, and I wouldn't break you. It's like your body as given me permission to give you a real squeeze...as hard my passion demands."
He stared into Marcus deep, chocolate eyes as he smiled. "I like your rounder cheeks, and how they display your beautiful smile even more prominently now," Avery said.
"What else?" Marcus asked eagerly.
"Your breasts," he said, his face nestling in them for a moment. "Two beautiful orbs of beauty." Avery gently kissed them, then started to kiss his way down.
Instinctively, Marcus took in a deep breath of air, trying to suck in his new, larger tummy. "Stop," Avery asked. "You're beautiful here, too. You have a part of your body now that you didn't have, your tummy. On the sides are two cute little love handles, perfect for grabbing onto during sex," Avery said as he grabbed them and ground his pelvis into his gently and playfully. "And, your tummy itself is beautiful. I always have liked guys who have a tummy, not just a flat, uninviting nothingness, or worse, a jutting ribcage."
"You have soft, round curves there," Avery continued. "Sexy curves that beg to be kneaded and fondled with passion," he said as he gave his tummy a loving squeeze. "I love how you are curvy all over - including here. I love how it looks in your clothes. I love how it looks in the nude," he said as he lifted his shirt. "It looks very inviting and pleasing and sexy and wonderful."
"But...it's a belly," he complained.
"And? You're soft and round and squeezable. I love how you feel in my hands. I love it. I love you. This is how you're supposed to look."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're only so skinny because you hardly eat anything - you'd likely gain some weight if you had adopted healthy eating habits," Avery said. "Besides, do you really want to be the guy that never enjoyed dessert?" He shook his head.
"You have sex, round, thick creamy, juicy, wonderful looking thighs, too," Avery said. "Sex thighs. Thighs that are sexy because they look perfect for wrapping around, or resting on, or being squeezed by. Beautiful, sexy, great legs..." He said admiringly.
"And nice, sexy hips, too. Real man hips. No sadly little hips. Hips that make me feel that you're a real, sexy, man."
"Do you really mean all of this?" Marcus said in shock.
"Of course I do," Avery said. "I've meant it for years. I've always wanted a man who's beautiful, warm, soft, curvy, sexy. I haven't thought a man of your shape can be sexy despite it. I've thought a man of your shape is sexy because of it. Your curves are the expression of what I believe male beauty to naturally be."
"I can honestly say I've never felt more attracted to anyone that I feel to you right now, Marcus. You are as close to my perfect man as anyone is capable of being, physically, or otherwise."
"Oh, Avery," he said, throwing her arms around him. "I love you so much."
As he did so he felt another surge of pleasure feel into his groin area as his bulge starts to grow and swell pressing against his shorts as it stretches the fabric. His balls and cock getting bigger and fatter as pre wets a huge spot.
"Wha.... You like this too.... Hun...." Asks Marcus.
Avery grins," I was wondering why that did happen yet. I do love guys that have a kind of a woman's figure but have a huge hyper cock and balls."
Marcus no longer bothered by his new changes leans back in. "I still love you."
"I love you too," he said and the two kissed. They fell forwards, and he pressed his up against the bathroom wall, his delicious and beautiful feminine like curves creating the most wonderful sensation for them both.
"I've never felt anything like that," Marcus exclaimed... "I feel so feminine...so soft against your body."
"This is what it feels like to have that kind of body, Marcus. Feel good?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes...." He said. Soon, they found that same new level of passion, intimacy, and pleasure also existed during lovemaking.
And, most especially, in the gentle cuddling that ensued immediately afterwards.