Blair stopped her record, having finish to leave a little message for her put beloved one, then put the dictaphone back in her drawer...
She suddenly felt like a short electric shock running on her body, like she had been zapped, for no particular reason.
"Weird..." thought the 5'1" brunette woman.
She then felt like a boiling warmth inside her and her body a bit tensed, and a feeling of annoyance inside her mind.
Yes, it was annoyance... she was annoyed. No, she wasn't just annoyed, she was pissed. She was upset... She was VERY upset!
Like she was back to her mind after her quarrel with Drake, Blair felt getting again upset.
But REALLY upset!
"Damn, this fucking idiot!! I'm so PISSED at his little BITCH attitude toward me!", the thin 5'1" woman thought, her body tensed by irritation, clenching her little fist and making her 2'9" semi-erected long cock throbbed unvoluntarily with the body tension.
"I'm not gonna let you have the last word!", Blair said, as she curtly pushed back the drawer and, still naked from the waist, not wearing anything else than a louse pajama top stretched by her G-cup wonders, started to walk back with angry steps to Drake.
Heavy angry steps that, quite interestingly, on the petite 5'1" tall woman skinny short frame and white her little feet, weren't doing much noise on the floor and, in fact, were less noisy than the flapping sounds of her huge oversized hairy cock and balls slapping her thin legs left and right with every step.
In fact, as the young woman walked up to him, Drake could hear her approaching first by the sounds of her new male genitals flapping lewdly against her soft skin more than her steps themselves...
Blair found out her husband wasn't in the small storeroom anymore, she went to the livingroom where the man actually was.
Blair, entering the livingroom angrily, stopped herself abruptly, making her G-cup boobs as well as her massive cock flapped one last time against her body from the abrupt stop, her fists against her waist, visibily super pissed, as she watched at her husband, who was now seemingly tidying the room, cleaning the table...
"So you've stopped whining like a little bitch, mister Asshole ?!...", the woman yelled at him.
Drake, who seemed to be busy taking up dirty cutlery and glasses that were left on the livingroom table the other day, quickly looked up on his right to see the face of his upset wife standing by the side of the room, his face seemed like ...embarassed?...even Blair could say, like... uneased? Like a little stressed? The man didn't react and instead quickly resume with what he was doing, taking things to clean on the table.
The look on her husband's face quickly called Blair to mind. Curious... His face hadn't this angered expression anymore....
She still continued, though.
"Nothing to say?!...", she shouted, "What now? You're gonna play all silent, giving me your holy stare of judgment to me all day ?! That's it?!" she asked, furious.
"Don't think I'll let you give away with it, Drake!! You think you can hang around, yelling at me, telling me what to do or what to think, like i'm your fucking maid!"
But Drake kept saying nothing, his hands full of dirty cutlery, glasses and plates to clean, he was now heading to the kitchen, like ignoring the angry shouts of his wife lecturing him. Weirdly, Blair noticed the man was like lightly having his head hunched close to his shirt, a little like a turtle, like he was afraid to take a projectile thrown at him.
"I'm an adult, just like you! We are a couple! WE!... And that means my words aren't less equal than yours!... You're all acting like BIG man, uh?!", Blair yelled at him, before suddenly grabbing unceremoniously her fat and long oversized shaft lifting it.
"But be aware I can act like BIG MAN, too!", the brunette woman shouted both angrily, threateningly and provocatively, "In fact! I believe I might be more proper to wear the pants in this house than YOU!", she added, expecting a reaction from him.
But no... Drake wasn't reacting, in fact he had left her and had now disappeared in the kitchen next to the livingroom, Blair hearing the sound of the kitchen's faucet water running.
"Are you ignoring me, bitch?!", shouted louder Blair, before heading to the kitchen, following her husband's steps.
Like the sounds made her guessed, Drake was indeed seemingly ignoring her and doing the dishes...
"Hey! Listen to me when I'm talking to you, mister wannabe the BIG man in da house!", she called him, several feet away behind his back.
Drake bent over the sink, cleaning plates, quickly looked again back behind to look at his pissed wife... Still her little fists against her waist in an angry pose...
Her pajama top, characteristic of her, ballooning from her huge round G-cup boobs, making the bottom of this louse top floating a bunch of inches forward her midriff, while underneath, with no clothes covering her, her thin legs were completely overshadowed by the obscene hairy fat 2'9" long cock dangling there with her handball sized balls right under it...
Drake seemingly gulped as he stared at these, and it didn't escaped Blair who noticed it.
And he noticed she noticed...
Quickly turning back his head to continue doing the dishes.
"Wait... Why are you all silent, now?", Blair suddenly asked, feeling something was off, "I saw this!", she shouted, refering to him having glanced at her manhood and gulping with an uneased face.
The 5'1" brunette approached her husband from behind, with an intrigued expression in her face, but also the half-amused smile.
Blair stepped forward then, as the more she approached her husband from behind, the more she could feel his unease, she slowed down, then picked up her cock in one hand.
Then, stepping one more step forward, pointing her fat cock to him, suddenly poked and pressed the head of her huge cock against the bottom of his back.
Then, she softly asked, like amused from the thoughts and doubts his face made her just having :
"Are you scared of these ?..."
Suddenly, Drake, as if the unexpected poke of his wife's cock had startled him, dropped the plate he had in hands and quickly turned back, to face his small wife, but huge-cocked small wife, looking up at him with a confused but mostly amused smile on her face, her huge manhood in a hand, still poking against him.
Drake didn't say anything, but his eyes were quickly locked up on the 5'1" brunette's imposing dick.
"Oh my god...", Blair said, with a giggle, as she couldn't believe it, "you ARE scared of these!..."
Amused by the absurdity of the situation (to her point of view) of seeing her annoying husband, that pissed her off to no end since yesterday, being like afraid and intimidated by her big cock and balls, Blair decided to try to poke Drake even more with it, just to see his reactions.
"What's up Drake?", the small brunette teased him, having fun to see she seemingly got the upper hand now in this quarrel, "You look so disturbed. What's the matter?", she said with a playful smile while keeping poking her cock against his torso.
"Wait!... Ah!", mumbled Drake, "Stop! Please! Honey! Stop!"
"Uh?...", said Blair, amused, "What is it, Drake? Got bored playing the asshole harassing big man ?..."
"No, please! Blair, honey... Stop! Okay, i'm sorry! I didn't want to get you angry! I swear! Sorry, please!"
Blair suddenly stopped... Feeling like Drake was genuinely sorry... and somehow, scared?...
"??... Really ?...", asked Blair, deeply curious from this unexpected change of attitude from her husband, "You're done being a pest little bitch with me?..."
"YES, yes!", promptly answered Drake, like genuinely afraid of his 5'1" G-cup futa wife, "I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me!"
That was weird...
"So you're done pissing me off because of my cock, my balls or my choice ?! And you're done with your stupid dictaphone obsession?..."
"YES! YES!... I tell you! I'm sorry! I've nothing to say about your...", Drake afraid, was about to say 'monster', 'horrible' or 'disgusting' to qualify his wife's manhood, but genuinely afraid, instantly reconsidered, "... your manhood... And I don't care about the dictaphone. Promess I won't mess with you, honey! I'll keep cool! Promess! Please, don't get mad!"
Wow. That was... unexpected, thought Blair.
The 5'1" woman looked at her taller husband looking suddenly way more harmful, looking scared like a little child to the very idea of pissing her.
That was weird... But, it feels pretty pleasant! Blair stared at him, curious, but pretty amused by this new situation and attitude of Drake, her anger now appeased.
He seemed to be genuinely concerned to stop pissing her with his stupidities. That was really something!
Poor man was looking so calm and submissive... which wasn't an unpleasant sight to Blair!
Fri May 08 12:00:00 2020