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Measurements?

Straight up, it's been a hot minute since I've been properly measured, but the current bra I wear is a 42 DD and I think my hips/ass are at about 44 inches around... that being said, if I leave my DMs open for the next 24 hours, maybe you can message me and I'll send you a pick? 👀

Thar way you could judge yourself? (Just please be respectfully and like a person as well!)

My biceps have grown 2 inches in the last 6 months and sit just over 14inch with no pump, pitiful compared to my goals. I need someone worshipping me with their tongue to remind me how much I’ve grown and how much bigger I’ll be.

Homemade Wonton Soup - Soup Pork wontons simmer in chicken broth with Chinese vegetables in this hearty and warming soup.

Happy Birthday!

Part 2: 06/21

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Waking up after their argument, Dean and Connor have a reconciliation and find out Dean's birthday gift to Connor had some side effects that neither of them expected.

My body stirred in bed as light shined against my eyelids. My brain was still foggy from my slumber, but I stirred a bit as I tried to stretch my body in bed. It was a bit difficult with Connor’s arms wrapped around me, but I straightened my legs into Connor’s and yawned. I groaned as my eyes peeled open and the light made me squint. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, I looked to my right and saw Connor still happily dozing. 

I shuttered a bit as a coldness hit my spine then I felt a big cock head pushing into the bottom of my back. “You must be having some dream big guy.” One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is that while Connor is significantly shorter than me and not as buff as me, he is one of the most hung men I’ve ever met. He has a 6 inch long soft dick and a whopping 9 inch long hard dick. There was a reason I called him Big Daddy.

“It was about you,” replied Connor with his eyes still closed. He yawned and opened his eyes with a smile. “Good morning, handsome.”

“Morning,” I leaned back and gave Connor a kiss on the lips, “stud.” I smiled and he kissed me back. “Did you sleep well?”

“This was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time Dean.” Connor wrapped his arms tight around my torso and squeezed me into his body. “I missed you.” He smiled and started kissing my face over and over and over again. 

“I missed you too.” I snuggled back into his grasp and he held me close to him as I turned my head back. I reached my arm up and interlocked my fingers with one of the arms wrapped around my chest. “So Connor, my excellent husband, what do you feel like doing today on your belated birthday celebration?” 

“Can’t we just stay here? I like this.” He kissed me on the back of my neck and I let out a soft moan as he continued. “Or maybe we could do something else?” He kept kissing my neck as his hands started rubbing my chest. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Maybe one of your gifts today can be my ass?” I arched my back and my hips grinded backwards against Connor’s cock as it twitched. 

“You did interrupt my dream when you were stretching. This only seems fair.” Connor grinded his hips forward and I felt his cock roll up my back. “And I still never got my cake.” He let go of my hand and I could feel him fishing around for his cock against my back.

“If I hadn’t found the shop that I got the muffin at, my ass was my next option for when I got home.” He felt his way to my ass and started to tease my hole with his finger. “But I didn’t think you’d want that again for the 4th year in a row.” 

“I’ll always love this ass. You can give it to me anytime you want, babe.”  He pushed the full head of his cock in and a moan escaped my mouth. “Dean! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Connor immediately tried pulling out but I flexed my ass cheeks and kept him inside.

“It’s fine. Babe really. It’s okay. It’s just been a while since I’ve had all of Big Daddy inside of me.” I took a deep breath and adjusted to the massive head inside me.

“I’ll take it as slow as you need me to, Dean.” Connor tenderly started kissing me on my neck and my body shivered as my own morning wood started to come to life. Connor started to slowly push his cock into me. Taking it inch by inch and giving me multiple opportunities to adjust. “Let me know if I should stop.”

“Don’t, keep going,” I said through gritted teeth. I pushed my hips back and started to make his cock go deeper inside me. Another moan escaped my mouth as half of Connor’s cock was swallowed up by my ass.

“Are you sure? We haven’t had sex in a long time.” Connor pulled his hips back from me a little bit as I tried to keep him inside me.

“Exactly. It has been so long since I’ve gotten fucked by you. I miss it so much babe. Not to be needy during your birthday celebration, but can you just fuck me? Hard?” I asked and I looked back at him. He smiled at me then leaned his head into mine and we shared a passionate kiss.

“I love you so much.” He quickly grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of his cock into me so hard that the clapping of my ass cheeks could be heard by our neighbors. I moaned out so loud that it echoed through our penthouse. “If this is you being needy then please Dean, be as needy as you want.” I felt his hips pull back and his cock pull out of me just to feel it slammed back into me with full force.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” I moaned and grabbed the sheets of our bed. My cock was on fire right now and I hadn’t even touched it yet. Connor got into a rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass. His massive cock hitting areas of my ass that had practically been untouched for so long.

“God I missed you. I missed you more than you could ever know Dean.” Connor’s hips started to buck faster and his cock was twitching aggressively inside me. 

“I missed you too Connor. I forgot how good it feels to fall asleep in someone’s arms.” I cry out more as my cock is leaking pre all over the sheets. “I’m so glad I have my big daddy back. I don’t ever want to leave him again.” I held on tightly to the covers as my cock started shooting cum all over my half of the bed. 

“I love you Dean.” Connor thrusted one last time into me and held himself against my back as he started cumming in me. I was shocked at how much cum he had stored in his dick. He fired shot after shot after shot into my ass. It almost felt never ending. After shooting a couple dozen shots of cum in my ass, his load sputtered out into nothing and his body relaxed onto mine. We were both panting heavily after our intense orgasms for a few minutes until Connor broke the silence. “That's the best sex we’ve had in years.”

“It was. I didn’t even touch my dick and I came all over the bed.” He released his grip on my hips and returned to wrapping his arms around me again.

“And I don’t think I’ve came like that in a long time either.” I give him a puzzled look.

“I don’t think you’ve came like that ever. Connor I actually feel bloated from how much cum is in my ass right now.” I put my hand down to my stomach and my abs feel even more invisible under my fat. 

“Well, think of it as a year's worth of pent up cum all at once.” Connor kissed me on the back of my head and laid his head against my shoulder. His hands ran down my torso to my belly where he tenderly rubbed it.

“Uh Connor? Not to be even more needy, but I, and the sheets, are covered in cum. Can I put these in the washer and go take a shower?” I raise the covers and see the damage I did to our bed and it’s everywhere.

“Oh yeah! Of course babe.” Connor pulled his dick out of me and I didn’t feel the usual wave of cum that followed it. “Actually, why don’t you go get in the shower, I’ll put these in the wash, then I’ll come and join you?” asked Connor as he pulled off the covers.

“That sounds lovely.” I sat up and kissed him. Trying to avoid the cum splatter I made on the bed as much as possible. “I’ll be waiting for you, big daddy.” I smirked then swayed my hips from side to side as I left the room. 

Connor stared at me walking away as he started to strip the bed and carry the sheets towards the laundry room. I got into our master bath and turned on our big shower. I let the water heat up as I brushed my teeth and wiped some of the cum off my torso. After waiting for the water to get steamy, I stepped inside and started to wash all the cum off of me. While washing my hair, I didn’t hear Connor slip into the shower behind me. I jumped a bit when he pressed his body up against mine. “How big was the mess we made?” asked Connor as he hugged me from behind and helped scrub cum off my belly.

“Not as bad as I thought it would be. Seems I was the only one who actually made a mess. Your cum just stayed inside me.” We looked down and saw my bloated midsection in the shower and his dick twitched again. 

“I did all of that? Wow, I really was pent up then if I gave you this belly.” Connor reached his hand down and rubbed my belly and I could actually feel some of the cum sloshing around inside.

“Babe, I’ve always had a little belly. But you might’ve made it a little bit bigger.” I turned around and leaned forward to kiss Connor, but something felt…different. I broke off the kiss and looked at Connor for a second giving him a puzzled look.

“What? Is there cum in my hair?” asked Connor as he put his head under the shower.

“No, just something looks different about you.” I stepped back in the shower and examined Connor’s body. “Are you taller? I hadn’t noticed until we kissed and I didn’t have to crane my neck down as far as I normally do.”

“Taller? What, are you trying to get me going again? Want me to pretend to be your big daddy growing taller than the house?” asked Connor as he flexed his muscles. I examined them closely as the water bounced off of them. His normal slightly toned body looked bigger too. Connor had had a swimmer’s body ever since we had started working out, but now he looked more toned and fuller.

“No Connor, I’m not trying to be sexy right now. I’ve been having to crane my neck down the same way for years to give you a kiss. I can recognize the difference.” Connor raised his eyebrows as he walked up closer to me. Normally the top of his head only came up to my neck, but now his eye level was at my neck. 

“What? I’m taller? How could this happen?” Connor examined his body and ran his hands across his muscles. “And these are bigger. I’m bigger!” The confusion in Connor’s voice was quickly replaced by excitement as he groped himself and admired how big he was.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say.” I stood there in the shower as Connor kept exploring the new bumps and bulges in his muscles. “Is it possible to have a growth spurt at 40 years old?” I asked as my face was still one of concern.

“Maybe when that 40 year old’s husband gets him a muffin that will make him “the biggest man in the room”?” Connor smiled and walked over to me to give me another kiss. 

“You think that’s what it is?” I grabbed at his muscles and they actually felt meaty in my hand. He grabbed my hand and put it on his pecs as he flexed. They were thick and actually had some heft to grab onto. 

“What else could it be? We’ve been going to the gym for months now and I’ve had no success whatsoever, but you bring home this muffin and it’s done more for me in one night than the gym did for me in a year.” Connor was beaming with happiness as he kissed me over and over and over again. “This is the best gift I could’ve ever gotten! I have the best husband ever.” He kept kissing me as I was still examining his body. 

“Well that’s a big difference from 10 hours ago when you didn’t want to see me at all.” I chuckled and returned his kisses. “I’ll have to run by that shop again and see if he has any more muffins to give to my big daddy.” It was my turn to let my hands poke and prod Connor’s new body. His string bean biceps had grown to the size of baseballs. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the rippling muscles across his back. He had definitely gotten a wider frame too from the muffin.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that. If one muffin got me this big, what would happen if you got me a whole basket of them?” I smiled and we shared another kiss. We held it for a long time as the water washed all over our bodies. 

“I’d buy you as many muffins as you can eat if it means getting you bigger.” I felt a nudge against my under belly and I knew what might happen next. “Ready for round 2 already?” 

“Not yet. I really wanna let this load build so I can see how much bigger I can make your belly next time.” Connor reached forward and rubbed my stomach. Occasionally squeezing his big cock.

“You got it. Whatever the birthday boy wants.” I smiled and reached down to feel his dick. Getting it in my hand, my fingers were barely able to close around it. I raised my eyebrow and looked down. “Um babe, I think I know why you felt so tight in me this morning.” Connor’s eyes grew wide as he looked down with me at his dick. 

“That grew bigger too?!?!” Connor was practically yelling with excitement as he played with his big cock. I took a step back and looked down at Connor’s massive hard on. It was hard to say since Connor was already so big to start, but I thought his dick did look like it was resting  higher up on his abs than it usually was. 

“Guess you actually are bigger than I remembered.” I looked down and got a good look at Connor’s balls and they had also grown bigger. They looked more swollen and engorged than they were before, but that might just have been the growing cum load.

“I am.” Connor was practically giddy as I pressed my body into his and we shared another kiss. “And as my next belated birthday activity, I’d like to know exactly how much bigger I am now.”

“I can make that happen. I’m just about done washing off so why don’t I get breakfast started, since a big man like you needs fuel for getting bigger, and I’ll get the tape measure for us to measure you later.” I kissed him and let the water pour down my face as I stepped out of the shower. 

“I love you,” said Connor as he gave my ass a slap as I left him in the shower. I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off.

“I love you too.” I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get breakfast started. I went to our random cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out the tape measure and put it on the counter. I started getting pans and bowls out as well as all of the ingredients I’d need. 

“What’s my little chef cooking for me today?” asked Connor as he sauntered into the room. His soft dick slapping his thighs as he walked over to the counter and peered down at all the things I had gotten out. “Hmm eggs? Bacon? Sausage? Waffles? You’re making me all my favorites.”

“Considering I had bought all of this for yesterday when I was supposed to be cooking you your birthday breakfast, it’s only fitting that we have your birthday breakfast on your belated birthday celebration.” I leaned back and gave Connor a quick peck on the lips before firing up the burners. 

“Well I’m happy that I get to enjoy it. Even if it’s not on the right day,” said Connor as he gave my ass a firm slap. “Oooooo you got the tape measure! I brought the scale from the bathroom to get my weight too so we can see how much muscle I’ve gained! Hey, hey, hey Dean, look at this.” Connor grabbed my shoulder and pulled me so I could see him puff out his chest then flex his pecs. “I’ve never been able to pop my pecs before!” 

Connor looked like a kid coming down the stairs on Christmas flexing his newly grown muscles. I just smiled and grabbed his face and kissed him. “You’re so cute when you talk about your size.” I smile as we press our foreheads together then I go back to cooking.

“I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to get big for soooooo long. I mean I never thought this would ever be possible!” Connor hit a double bicep pose as I set some bacon on a hot pan. 

“I know, big guy. But have you thought at all about how you got bigger?”

“It was your muffin. The one you bought from the store you were at last night. It grew me bigger over night. We discussed this babe.”

“Yes I know that, but how did it make you grow bigger? Like is this some kind of allergic reaction?”

“Oh hush. None of that.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again as I stirred the waffle batter. “I love you, but you can be a worry wart sometimes. Let’s just enjoy the fact that I’m bigger. Isn’t that enough?” 

“But what if this is abnormal growth like a tumor? Or like…synchronized tumors to make it look like they’re muscles.”

“Dean, what even is that?”

“I don’t know! But like you said I’m a worry wart. I want to make sure my big daddy is okay and not gonna blow up or something.” I pushed my ass back into him and I could already feel his dick had a little chub. 

“You’re the only one here that’s gonna make me blow,” said Connor with a wink. “But I know what you mean. You said you wanted to thank the guy who you bought the muffin from, right? How about we go down to that shop, you can thank him, I can meet him, you can learn if there are any negative side effects from the muffins, and I will buy out the rest of his stock of muffins.” Connor kissed my neck as I felt his cock press against my left butt cheek.

“I can agree to that. Do you want to go today?” I said as I poured waffle batter into the iron. 

“No, we can do that tomorrow. Today I want to enjoy my day with just my husband.” I press the batter into the iron and spin the bacon on the pan. “And we still have some measurements to take.” 

“Why don’t you weigh yourself now before you get absolutely stuffed from breakfast?” 

“That’s not a bad idea. I’ll do it before I do some serious damage to these abs.” Connor looked down and his abs tightened.

“If you think I have a bloated belly, just you wait. You’ll be round by the time breakfast is over.” I crack an egg and start frying it on a pan. 

“Just the way I like it,” said Connor as I smile and take the first plate of food to the table. 

“Dish number one, bacon. Or at least wave one.” I said as I winked at Connor.

“You know I’ll eat as much bacon as you put in front of me.”

“Babe, there aren’t enough pigs on the planet to satisfy your bacon needs.” I picked up a piece and took a bite of it. “I’ll be back with the next dish and wave two.” I turned on the ball of my feet and went back toward the kitchen. While I got back to cooking, Connor stood up on the scale. “And how much did you weigh before today?”

“125 pounds.” He stepped up onto the scale and looked down as the numbers blinked. I flipped a waffle out of the iron and put it on a plate as I started another. “I weigh 150 pounds!” yelled Connor. 

“150 pounds?!?! You gained 25 pounds overnight?” I was shocked and turned on at the same time as I looked at him caressing his muscles.

“I can’t believe it. This is awesome!” Connor jumped off the scale and ran towards me to tackle me with a hug. “Thank you for your gift.” He kissed me on my cheek and then ran back to the dining room to eat his bacon.

“You are very welcome babe. This is a gift we both get to enjoy.” I pick up another plate full of bacon and eggs to take to the table. “Wave number two of bacon and eggs in bound. Eat up, big daddy. A growing man needs his protein.” Connor wasted no time in shoveling the food into his mouth. Connor had never had a huge appetite, but now it seemed like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Mmmmm this is all so delicious Dean. Thank you so much,” said Connor as he chomped on another slice of bacon.

“Only the best for my husband.” I was back to flipping, pouring, and stirring as Connor stuffed his face. I made many trips back and forth from the kitchen getting Connor food just as fast as he can inhale it. “I guess those muscles do need fuel.” I smiled and set the final plate of bacon down on the table as well as a small plate of everything for me I had off to the side. 

“Big guys need to eat big hun. Especially if I’m gonna ride this momentum of growth when I go to the gym. I’m gonna see how lifting will be now that I’ve gotten swole.” Connor grabbed at his hefty pec and squeezed it. Feeling the muscle harden into a rock in his hand then relax again. 

“I can’t wait. I’m sure with this boost, you’ll be seeing a lot more progress in the gym. Soon you’ll even be bigger than me.” I took a bite of my waffles and chuckled a bit. “Speaking of, I think it’s time we see how much bigger you got.” I pick up the tape measure and pull it tight.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Connor darted up from his chair and got his back up against the wall. “See how tall I am!” I smirked and got up from the table with the tape measure in hand.

“I have a guess of what you’ll probably be, but I wanna see if I’m right.” I went down to his feet and slipped one end of it under his foot. “Hold this for me.” I straightened my back and held the tape measure along the wall. “I was right. 5 foot 9 inches babe. You grew a whole 2 inches.” His face lit up again as I read the tape measure. 

“2 inches! I can’t believe it! I thought I was gonna be stuck at 5’7 forever.”  He held his arms up in a double bicep pose and turned so his arm was in my face. “Do my bicep next!” I snapped the tape measure up from under his foot and wrapped it around his bicep. 

“How much did they measure before your growth spurt?” He flexed his arm and was holding the peak while I positioned the tape.

“Don’t know. Never felt big enough to even measure.” I pulled the tape tight around his arm and read the number.

“12.5 inches. Wow, it’s like a softball’s stuffed in here.” I reached forward and squeezed it and it felt as hard as a rock. 

“It’s gonna be a volleyball soon.” Connor flexed again and the tape measure spread out in my hands.

“Make that 13 inches. An even baker’s dozen.” Connor jumped with joy as he put his arms down to his side. “Do my shoulders!” Connor was bouncing in his stance from how happy he was being bigger. 

I smirked and threw the tape measure around his back. “48 inches. Definitely bigger than before. I can tell you’ve gotten wider babe.” I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed the boulders.

“I’m just growing my husband some pillow pecs for him to sleep on.” Connor popped his pecs as I moved the tape measure down. “One day, I’ll be so big, I’ll be your whole bed.”

“I can't wait.” I put the tape measure against his big pecs and read. “33 inches. I’ll definitely be enjoying these pillows.” I fluttered my fingers onto Connor’s nipples and I saw him shudder with pleasure. “Let’s see what that waist is. What size pants have you been wearing these days?”

“A 28 in the waist. That hasn’t changed at all since going to the gym.”

“Well we’ll have to go clothes shopping since you now have a 32 inch waist.” I gave his supple bubble butt a slap as I let go of the tape.

“Tomorrow we’ll have to go out and get a whole new wardrobe that fits me. But I think we should get one more measurement before we go back to the bedroom.” Connor pushed his hips forward and jabbed his hard cock into my belly.

“Two more then I’ll take good care of you.” I released the tape measure from his waist and strapped it against his thick thighs. “I wanna see how big your other legs are before we get to your third leg.” I pulled the tape measure tight and I could feel Connor trying to flex his quads.

“I’ll need to learn how to properly flex now that I have muscles to flex with.” Connor slapped his other leg as I read the measurement. 

“26 inches babe. You do have some big legs.” 

“I’ve always been famous for my legs. Especially this one.” Connor swiveled his hips and slapped me in the face with his hardon. 

“I know, big guy. And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for.” I released the tape and put one end of it at the base of Connor’s cock. Running it up the shaft and to his head, I was shocked by the number. “Your dick is a foot long.” Connor was jumping with joy when I read the number off while I sat there in shock. “I had a foot long dick inside me, woah.”

“You’re damn right you did! My incredible husband!” Connor lifted me up off the ground and kissed me passionately. “And you took it like a pro. You actually were begging me for more.” He lifted me up off the ground honeymoon style and walked us back to our bedroom. 

“I know. And I still could’ve taken more.” I was still baffled by how big Connor had grown, but as we got to our bedroom, he threw me down on  the bed and towered over me.

“Then how about we start round 2?” 

Bread - Cornbread - Firehouse Cornbread by the 3s To make the recipe quick and simple, many of the ingredients in this firehouse cornbread are multiples of 3. For a complete meal, serve with a hearty chili or soup.

Yummy Chocolate Chip Cookies They may sound difficult, but I could seriously burn water and created this recipe myself. I tend not to use actual measurements I like them really chocolaty, but stick close to what I have here. Everyone who has ever tasted them, loves them... And if I can make them, anyone can.

I love you, and as an European who's trying to learn some of these measurements, I feel your pain.

Don't get me started on the measurement system

OKAY, LET ME TALK ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT.

First of all, I'm American. But even I have no idea what the fuck is going on with our measurement system? I genuinely cannot comprehend distance of any sort.

Feet? Do you want feet? Do you fucking like feet?

And fucking miles??? With a comical number of feet???

WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS AN ACRE. ALL I KNOW IS THAT I LIVE ON EIGHTY OF THOSE BASTARDS.

WHAT THE FUCK IS A CUP. I HAVE A CUP, BUT APPARENTLY IT'S NOT A CUP IN MEASUREMENT? IT'S A FUCKING CUP.

How come a five-gallon bucket just looks like it would only hold one gallon of milk? Who decided that this was legal?

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE GODDAMN CONVERSION RATES? I HAVE TO GOOGLE THAT SHIT ALL THE TIME.

The only one that makes any goddamn sense here is Fahrenheit, and that's because that stupid fucker reflects how hot it feels. You don't wanna be out with your buddies and be like "Damn it's hot, what's the temperature?" and have your buddy John, who's consistently drunk, who dropped out of high school, and who is probably making meth in his basement, tell you to your face, "Oh it's about forty degrees," when you're sweating your balls (or lack of balls!) off and the sun is purposefully aiming to murder YOU SPECIFICALLY.

Fuck these measurements.

Don't get me started on the measurement system

OKAY, LET ME TALK ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT.

First of all, I'm American. But even I have no idea what the fuck is going on with our measurement system? I genuinely cannot comprehend distance of any sort.

Feet? Do you want feet? Do you fucking like feet?

And fucking miles??? With a comical number of feet???

WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS AN ACRE. ALL I KNOW IS THAT I LIVE ON EIGHTY OF THOSE BASTARDS.

WHAT THE FUCK IS A CUP. I HAVE A CUP, BUT APPARENTLY IT'S NOT A CUP IN MEASUREMENT? IT'S A FUCKING CUP.

How come a five-gallon bucket just looks like it would only hold one gallon of milk? Who decided that this was legal?

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE GODDAMN CONVERSION RATES? I HAVE TO GOOGLE THAT SHIT ALL THE TIME.

The only one that makes any goddamn sense here is Fahrenheit, and that's because that stupid fucker reflects how hot it feels. You don't wanna be out with your buddies and be like "Damn it's hot, what's the temperature?" and have your buddy John, who's consistently drunk, who dropped out of high school, and who is probably making meth in his basement, tell you to your face, "Oh it's about forty degrees," when you're sweating your balls (or lack of balls!) off and the sun is purposefully aiming to murder YOU SPECIFICALLY.

Fuck these measurements.

For those who are planning to start sewing their own cosplays this year this might be helpful: How to take measurements! Waist Front / Waist Back: http://www.sempstress.org/measurement/measuring-the-waist-frontback-waist/ How to Take Measurements: http://makinglatexclothing.com/2008/12/how-to-take-measurements/ Instructions for Taking Measurements: http://mangakaresource.weebly.com/1/post/2011/01/sewing-measurements.html