Just a little larger
"Maybe 23 cm," I said, "just long enough to fill me completely full and grind on my clit. And a little bit bigger around, 15 cm?"
Nathan looked down at the gift certificate to Body Mods he had pulled out of the envelope, then looked back up at me. "You never complained before."
"Oh, Sweetie, I'm not complaining. You're very big for a Natural."
He grimaced. My husband had always prided himself on being 100% Real Male - no enhanced muscle growth, no cybernetic brain interface implants, no ocular enhancements (or even corrections - very rare nowadays), and definitely his own natural-born genitals. His parents were Christian Scientists, and while he didn't subscribe to their religion, he definitely subscribed to their morals.
As a result, his trim, athletic body and natural hair growth pattern look a little, well, unfashionable compared to the smooth, mountainous bodybuilders that stalked the streets of our habitat. I have to admit, that old-fashioned look was what first attracted me to him, and when I learned how much effort went into shaping and strengthening his body, I was duly impressed. Two hours a day of exercise in a gymnasium with chunks of metal and strange bags and water-filled pools. And, in the Greek tradition, all done entirely "gymnos", or nude.
Even Nathan's digestion was untouched by modern technology - instead of feasting glutinously on prepared foodpaks and having most of the calories unabsorbed, he cooked moderately sized meals from raw food. "Healthy food for healthy living," he liked to say. He insisted I do it for him, too.
And the result was impressive, in an out-of-date sort of way. He had muscle striations along his forearms and legs under a taut layer of skin. His abdominals only featured a six-pack rather than the usual eight, and the plates of muscle didn't bulge out in the middle like regular store-bought male bodies. His biceps and triceps formed a pleasing shape, widening naturally from the elbow to flair out in the middle of his upper arms, then dove back before the shoulder, but without the highly vascular tendrils of blood vessels sticking out every which way from the surface. And his biceps bulged pleasantly, but didn't have the double peak present on every man with the money to buy a Jock Body rather than be a Potato.
And maybe that was the problem. He didn't look like he had money. Except that he didn't look like he spent his days uselessly simming in front of a screenwall, either. He was a conundrum.
And a pretty one at that. He didn't have the usual sculpted high squaring on his jaw, or the requisite cleft on his chin, or the perfectly triangular nose. Instead, his high cheekbones and the slight epicanthic fold on his green eyes spoke of ancestors from the old Eastern European countries - Poland or Russia, perhaps. His 90 kg mass had no fat, and his 180 cm height was above average for an unenhanced man.
My husband was the opposite of modern. He was like a classical symphony orchestra in a CypherHead arena. And while I was willing to mostly let him be, I just wanted a little something more for *me*.
"Come on, Sweetie, it won't hurt anything. Look, your penis is 19 cm right now. I'm only asking for a little bit more. My sex therapist says that my orgasms will be much harder if you could stimulate the back of my posterior fornix when we fuck. And I can get there faster if you were just a little bigger around - I mean, we're talking about a 10% increase around, and maybe a 20% increase in length. No one will know."
He looked me straight in the eye. "*I'll* know. And it's a cheat."
There it was - the idea that modern technology was cheating. Like I'd never heard *that* before. I decided to take a different tack. "Oh, so lifting things naked all day long *isn't*?"
"Nope," he declared proudly, ignoring my exaggeration, "my body got this way on its own in response to natural movement."
"Well, is there anything natural you can do to make your penis bigger fast?" I asked, watching him intently.
His squinted stare wavered, then dropped. "Not that I know of," he admitted. "Maybe if I pull on it..."
I shook my head. "Don't be silly. Two years of traction for 2 cm of length? I can't wait that long. Why not just use the gift certificate? You can get the same shape, and it will be perfectly biological, like you grew it yourself. And it will only take a few days, not a few years."
Nathan pondered, his head cocked to one side. I almost had him.
"You're really unhappy, Kim?" he asked.
I thought back to yesterday afternoon, and how he had slipped into the shower with me, wordlessly bent me over, a slid his slender penis into my always-willing pussy. The man had a way with me, that was certain, and he didn't even keep the usual harem of competition that most men in his position would have.
