When I finally made it out of that yoga studio, the sun was high overhead. I could have stayed longer. With the magic pocket watch to keep the class of hot, fit women willing to do anything I told them to and the Ring of Herakles that gave me the strength and stamina to last for days, it was a tempting prospect too.
But as great as all that mindless sex was, there were other things I needed to take care of. First on that list was settling up with my wife. I couldn't start this new harem-life until then. Or I could, but it'd be nagging me in the back of the head if I tried.
Before I left, the youngest of the women—the one who had been looking at her phone when she should have been staring at my pocket watch—asked me for my phone number. Realizing it might be good to have a way to keep in contact with all these cuties, I handed mine over to her and had her get the contact info of every woman I slept with. In the time it took for me to pin another girl to the wall and pound her tight pussy until I creamed deep inside of her, she had everyone's name, number, email, and some fantastic selfies that made sure to show not just their faces but their naked tits as well.
I had her add the girl I'd been distracting myself while she was busy, as well as the instructor and girl at the front desk, and then I was ready to say goodbye. Well, I took one more picture, one with all twelve women kneeling with their tongues out, looking up hungrily at my cock. Realizing I could be there all day if I continued, I forced myself into my car, adjusted the seat to better fit my new height, and took off back towards home.
I lived in a simple two-bedroom apartment, and when I was pulling into the parking lot, I decided that it just wasn't going to do at all. I would need a much bigger place. Preferably one with neighbors that didn't mind a lot of noise. Big enough to fit my whole harem. As I was trying to decide between taking over the whole apartment building vs buying a small mansion out of town, I turned the key in the lock and headed inside.
"Honey, I'm home!" I'd seen her car parked outside on my way in, so I knew she'd be here as well as she was most days.
My wife Alexa was a shy, introverted housewife that did a great job cooking and cleaning, a not-so-great job writing Christian romance novels, and had set this whole chain of events into motion when she'd looked at my browser history and found that I'd been enjoying some smut that wasn't at all very romantic or Christian. I'd never seen her so disgusted or angry, and I'd spent a few nights on the couch until a co-worker had suggested Esmerelda's shop to find a solution to my problem.
I dangled the pocket watch from its chain and smiled. It was time to see if it was up to the task.
"Bill!" Alexa rushed but stopped herself at the doorway to our bedroom. She was dressed in one of my t-shirts and some roomy pajamas, her brown hair was a mess, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. Her eyes looked a little puffy, and she was shivering with anger, "How dare you not come home! Why weren't you answering my calls?! Do you know how worried I was?"
Even though she wasn't looking her best, she was still very cute, with her big brown eyes, button nose, and naturally pouty lips. Even wearing one of my shirts, her breasts stuck out from her chest, and I knew full well the slim but soft body she had underneath the drabby clothing. I smiled at her and she took a step back, "...Bill? Is that you?"
"It's me." I closed the distance between us, wrapped my hands around her waist, then lifted her up and spun her around as if she were made of feathers.
"What, hey, put me down!" She pounded on my shoulders until I did, then gave me as solid a blow as she could to my stomach, "What happened to you? You're a giant!"
"I met another woman." Honesty was the best policy, right? "After our fight, Hank at work suggested she'd be able to help patch things up between us, after the... ah... fight. She runs an honest to god magic item store, and one of the things she had on sale was this."
I held up my left hand, the Ring of Herakles glittering next to my wedding band, "I don't know how, but the ring has made me big, strong, powerful."
She stared at me, trying her best to take it all in. I could see she wanted to doubt me... but the alternative, that I was some stranger with the same voice and body language as her husband, was too much to even consider, "Okay... but the problem wasn't that I didn't find you attractive or that I needed help moving some furniture around. So how are these new muscles supposed to fix things?"
I grinned, couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh. That's not what the ring is for. I had her give it to me so I'd have the stamina to keep fucking her all night while you were here waiting for me."
The corner of her lips twitched as her face paled, "What did you just say? We do not use that language in this house... we don't... I can't believe you would...!"
"Relax. Before I fucked her brains out, she did give me something to solve all our problems."
That only made her nostrils flare. I grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed down lightly just as she tried to get away. Not towards the door, but to the kitchen. After our last fight, I didn't want any more shattered plates or brandished knives, "Let me go! What could she give you that could fix this? It's devilry! You've made a deal with a witch!"
"Maybe. But she's a cute one. And she gave me this." I dangled the watch in front of her eyes, "You're getting sleepy."
I watched the fury fade from her eyes, her body loosening, "It's... witchcraft, Bill. Don't... can't..." As angry as she was, she was resisting even longer than Esmerelda had. But no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she couldn't win. I watched as her clenched fists relaxed, as her head swiveled, her eyes closed... then opened slowly, "I am... getting sleepy."
She let out a soft sigh, letting go of all of her anger, more relaxed standing up than she was cozy in bed, "I am hypnotized."
"Kneel."
Her knees went to the floor, her eyes staring straight ahead while seeing nothing.
I discarded the kilt I'd gotten from Esmerelda's store after the magic of the ring had made me too big and muscular to fit back in the pants I'd been wearing, "Get it good and wet with your mouth."
