The goth girl thought it was hilarious when she cursed you. The dark spell slowly transferred your muscles and height to your girlfriend. Your girlfriend looked so hot as she flexed her strong biceps. They were rock hard and much bigger than yours. She was also a few inches taller than you, even when she wasn’t wearing high heels.
When guys flirted with her at the gym, she was the one who had to aggressively put them in their place, not you. She knew that they wouldn’t take you seriously and didn’t want you to get hurt. When she told them that she was dating you, they thought she was joking or lying.
“He’s my boyfriend and I love him. Leave us the fuck alone or you’ll face the consequences.” she told them, her toned muscles subconsciously flexing.
She felt guilty about inadvertently emasculating you in front of them, but she knew she had to call them out. She had to force them to respect her and her relationship with you.
Your girlfriend was getting tired of the jokes. She loved you no matter what but she felt the pressure from society to break up with you and find a guy who was taller and stronger than her. She felt guilty about wearing high heels around you because it made you look even shorter. She didn’t want people to think she was dating a short man.
Her friends and family, who thought she was always this strong thanks to the curse, thought it was somewhat silly for a girl as physically fit as her to date a man who had the height, strength, and frame of an average cheerleader. But they still supported your girlfriend’s relationship with you because they had confidence in her decisions.
Even though both of you had experienced so much drama, you were determined to make things work. Your girlfriend reluctantly took on a more dominant role in the bedroom as she got bigger and stronger. She looked so sexy in her football jersey and Calvin Klein underwear. She made you worship her toned abs, strong thighs, and ripped biceps. You worshiped female muscles now.  
She was so turned on when she dominated and humiliated you like the weak little sissy you were. You told her you weren’t a sissy but she didn’t believe you. She proved you were a fucking sissy the next time you had sex.  You were so turned on and so confused. Somewhere, the goth girl smiled. 


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

“Thicker”

“My Girlfriend’s Mom’s Breasts” (Femdom, Mind Control, Big Tits)

“You” (Bimbofication, Breast Expansion)