LA2 Law and Fashion
-- Luna fashion show (ns)
Ash was glad to be home from another long workday. Even before the car came to a stop in the garage, he had finished unbuckling the four point safety harness of his 'smaller sized' person carrier. He wished he could forget that it was technically a toddler seat.
Even before he had his door open, Luna had walked around to it. It hadn't even been a week, since his wife ascended, so he was still getting used to seeing her as a normal, nearly eleven-foot-tall woman. Even a simple white t-shirt and jeans now somehow looked jaw-droppingly incredible on her.
"Honey, would you mind if I carried you in?" The look on her face was playful, a little curious. "There is something... I dunno. I just think I kinda like it." Everyone was still getting used to her new size.
"Luna, *you* can carry me anytime you like." He smiled at her, raising his arms so she could get under them. A moment later, he was pulled awkwardly sideways, his head knocking into the top of the door jam. "Ouch." Clear of the car, she finally settled him onto her hip. He held her shoulder.
"Sorry. I'll do better next time." As she spoke, she grabbed his work satchel, and flicked the door closed. The satchel looked tiny hanging from her hand, giving Ash a chill. Was this really his wife? She had been a little 5'3" firecracker. Post-ascension, every bit of her was proportionally larger. As she pranced up the stairs to the main level of their row home, a particularly distracting pair of proportionally larger assets bounced right under his nose.
Regan was at the far end of their main level, having invited herself over and on a phone call, which she rushed to dismiss. "yeah, yeah. Let me call you back. I really have to go. Right. Ciao. Bye." By the time Luna and Ash reached the kitchen island, Regan was there to greet them. "Luna! Ascension looks so ravishing on you. Ash, finally riding in style."
"Just because I don't always want to be carried by *you* Regan, doesn't mean I don't want to be carried by anyone." Ash teased, knowing their hate was more play than real. For example, it didn't stop him from admiring her outfit. Her skin-tight black fitness pants making her legs look strong and sleek, and her dark yellow tank top clinging to every inch of her enviably huge rack. He concluded his wife looked better.
Regan winced. "That was downright mean, but I'll ignore it, because I'm in such a good mood." She turned to Luna. "I know it's a tall order needing a whole new wardrobe overnight, so Addison and I called in some favors." She backed towards the couch, calling Luna to follow her with her hand. Ash was still along for the ride. When they rounded to the front of the couch, they could see a pile of clothes laid out on it. "Anything you like is yours."
"Whoa!" Luna exclaimed. She quickly set Ash on the ground, and started to rummage through the clothing. "There is some really good stuff in here. Are you sure?" Regan just nodded. Ash was impressed, this was really a nice thing for them to do. Luna had been stuck in a few outfits since her ascension, and while Ash wanted to help her, he didn't know the first thing about picking out women's clothing. He doubted he could have afforded very much anyhow.
Regan grabbed the items out of Luna's hands, before swooping up the entire pile into her arms. "Let's go. Fashion show time." She headed for the stairs and towards the bedroom. "Unless you have something better to do."
Luna didn't need to be asked twice. She quickly swooped up Ash and followed the pile of clothes. Ash cleared his throat in protest, but Luna wasn't letting him off that easy. "Ohh yes honey. This time I need you're help. I've never been able to try on clothes before. I want to know *you* think they look good."
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Inside the room, Regan had already started arranging the clothing in specific piles, all over the bed. Which left the obvious problem of where Ash was going to sit. Luna paused, and Ash was about to suggest she set him on the dresser, when Regan spoke up. "Hand him over, and try this on." She held out a colorful sundress. Ash winced a little at how fast Luna traded him for the article of clothing, and he found himself on Regan's hip. "See, you still get to visit me little guy."
It wasn't that Regan's body wasn't outstanding. It was. All ascended were. It was just something about her. Maybe it was the fact that she preferred women, especially Luna. Maybe it was the fact that she said things like "little guy". At the moment, however, Ash's attention was on his wife, with her back to him. She had already stripped down to undergarments, and as the dress was strapless, was pulling off her bra as well.
Even though they'd been intimate several times since she ascended, this was the first time Ash had such a clear and well lit view of her. She somehow looked the same, and different. Her legs and arms slimmer, her torso trim and defined. Her ass was tight and perfect, without a wrinkle of imperfection. The new her was astoundingly hot.
Luna swooped the dress up over her head, and shimmied into it. (pic) It was a festive dress, with horizontal bands of red, green, and white. The strapless bando made her chest look bigger than it was. She looked incredible.
Ash was so turned on by the display, he felt himself start to get erect against Regan, which really irked him. It wasn't that it was uncommon, he just usually hated it. It was like letting her win. Right now, with his wife literally getting naked, the deck was stacked against him.
Regan spoke up about the first outfit, "Sexy. I could just eat you up. And it's obvious tiny here likes it." She knew the term was for un-ascended women. Men were obviously all tiny, so it was redundant. She just used it to get under his skin. "Luna, what do you think?"
Luna looked over in the mirror. As a tiny, she had always hated clothing. With so few of them around, she had to order her clothes mail-order, and there were not many good options. For the first time in her life, she was starting to really like what she saw. "I like it. It's kinda hot, no?"
"Baby, you are hot in or out of that dress, but let's stop talking about it before you make me flush. Next." Regan picked out another sundress, floral, with a green background.
Luna pulled the first dress over her head, giving me a full frontal shot of nothing but panties. Ash had seen plenty of women strip naked, on account of the complete lack of modesty from the dominant sex. However, there was something different about him seeing Luna, who had one week ago been six inches shorter than him, suddenly a towering, powerful picture of oozing sexuality.
Regan handed her the green floral dress, which she proceeded to slip on. (pic) This one was looser, more cute than sexy. She piped in, "I wouldn't wear it, but it fits. It's softer, cute. Next." She held up a pattern print dress, green and black. (pic)
Luna proceeded to shimmy out one dress and into the next, mid-change, she called out to her husband, dress fabric covering her face. "Is this boring you honey? Looks like Regan can handle it, so you can go if you like."
"Na-Na-No!" Ash hurriedly and awkwardly stammered. Staring at his wife, newly ascended to nearly eleven feet tall, alternate between nakedness and sexy dresses, all while having to keep his distance, was driving his arousal through the roof. Luna and Regan immediately giggled at his blurt, as he tried to compose himself. "I mean, I like it. You look terribly hot."
"Thanks honey, that's really nice of you to say. But where are my manners, I know you don't like to be carried by Regan, and here I just handed you over to her. Regan, would you put him down, please?" There was a cheeky quality to her voice, like she was up to something. Regan quickly complied, and Ash found himself on the ground. "Now Ash, why don't you stand over *here*," She gestured a few feet away, her voice thick with sarcasm, "so you can get a good view."
At first, Ash was concerned about trying to hide the raging erection in his pants. Then he's eyes scanned up his wife's body. The legs that seemed to slender a moment ago, seemed intimidating and powerful as he walked closer, as long as he was tall. The triangle of her panties sat directly in front of his face, but they hung from hips above his head. One of her hands was beside her hip, while the other was propped on it. Looking further up, her belly button was a foot above his head, while the bottom of her breasts was over two feet above.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen an ascended woman naked. He'd seen plenty. But this was Luna, the woman who he used to look down at, and now she towered over him. The thought gave him the chills. He stopped where she indicated, just a few feet in front of her.
"Perfect," Luna reached out, rustling his hair. "Now you have the best seat in the house." She then proceeded to slip the next dress over her head. It was a fitted halter cut, with a wide cleavage opening. Luna looked to the mirror, then smiled down at Ash. "Well? What do you think of this one?" Before he had a chance to answer, she bent down, and swooped him off the ground, and set him on her hip, grasping his hand. "Seems good for carrying. You'll have really easy access." Luna mockingly forced his hand up to the far halter, like she was going to shove it inside.
Ash looked to Regan, as if it would help him handle the current situation. They said ascension didn't change personality. At the moment it didn't seem like it. She suddenly seemed so, forward. And sexy. Not that he was complaining. He just didn't know how to react to it. Then he realized, women did this to him all the time. It was the game. She was merely playing the game. He gave her breast as good a squeeze as he could, given that it was four times as large as his hand. "Yup, easy access. Sexy. I approve."
Luna giggled, then started walking towards Regan. "You know, on second thought, you better keep him. We don't need a containment failure on these new clothes."
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After the fashion show, Regan had stayed for dinner on account of Addison working late. A few times, she'd made reference to some 'good news' and whether Luna had told him, but each time Luna had shushed her. Now, as Ash stood on his bathroom sink booster, brushing his teeth, it was starting to nag at him. He finished, took a sip of water, and spit into the sink. Should he ask her?
He looked over, his wife far from needing any kind of booster, and if anything making the sink look kinda low. She was in a matching striped white thong and matching camisole which was supposed to be casual sleeping wear but to him looked like anything but. Seeing her repeatedly strip for the fashion show, and now stand over the sink looking so sexy, had him wanting just one thing. However, his mind couldn't help it, "so what was Regan talking about? What is this 'good news' she kept nagging you to tell me?"
Luna had hoped this conversation could wait, at least until she got her dose of sex. As she finished her last brushing strokes, she considered seducing him past it. She was only just getting comfortable with her ascended body, and their new dynamics, but she was pretty sure she could do it without forcing a kiss on him. However, that didn't seem fair either. She couldn't hold things from him, even if she knew he might not like it. She swished some water around her mouth, spit into the sink, and walked towards her man.
Ash found the length of time she was silent starting to worry him. It was clearly something big, or she wouldn't be stalling this much. Then she started sauntering up to him, the stool he was standing on short enough that her breasts were at eye level. As she placed a hand on the sink, and a hand as his cheek, he put his hands on her hips and looked up into her eyes.
"Ash. Remember how I was going to help Regan with her law studies?" He nodded, they had talked about it at dinner the night before. "While you were sleeping last night, I read her book, and today I kinda aced a practice BAR exam." She ducked her head a little, as if it was an accident. "Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?" Even as he said it, he knew why. He had said he was afraid of her getting smarter, but that ship had sailed. It seemed like she was now smarter than him, smarter than all of them. He did, however, feel the real concern. "I just don't want to bore you. I don't want to lose you."
Luna took on a serious yet loving tone. "Ashland Trotter. You do not bore me, and you will never bore me. We have been taking on this world together since we were nine-years old, and I plan to keep doing it with you until we are old and falling apart." Her habits told her to finish that sentiment with a kiss, but she knew that would instantly end the moment and lead to something else. Instead she hugged him to her chest. She felt him firmly hug her back.
That had gone so well, she thought she should push her luck. "So now that we know you'll never lose me. Would it be okay if I became a lawyer?"
Ash was still stuck back at old and falling apart. She wouldn't get old, wouldn't fall apart, not while she could be healed. Only he would. The thought of her being in perfect health, looking like she did today, while he was old and couldn't walk terrified him. Now she wanted to take a job where she'd make ten times as much as him? At least?
Ash pushed his hands against her belly, until she backed away enough that he could see her face. She reacted to the look on his face before he even spoke. "Luna, I want you to be whatever you want to be, but our relationship was founded on equality. How is any of this ever going to be equal? Overnight you're stronger, smarter, and a helluva lot sexier, and I'm supporting it all. If you make ten times as much money as me, I feel like I'm going to end up like every other ascended husband, good for just one thing. Healing."
"No, no!" Luna was afraid of exactly this. The truth was, he already didn't need to work even if she didn't become a lawyer. As an ascended paralegal she'd make double what they both made now. She wanted him to see what she saw. That it didn't matter. "Ash, it's never going to be like that. I promised you, you can always work, because it makes you happy. Don't you want to have a better life? A better house? I can get that for you, for us."
Ash knew she meant well, but she wasn't helping. The fact that she could get them a better house than he could, or they could, was the entire problem. It pulled at his insides, evoking a feeling that he didn't have a name for. It didn't help that she was standing over him, a sexy, gorgeous, powerful demonstration of how inferior he now was. All the thoughts coming mind seemed like rage, the wrong things to say, so he held them. Instead he just stepped down the booster, headed for the bedroom.
"Ash? What's wrong? Talk to me." Luna had never seen her husband like this. She reached for his shoulder and tried to turn him, but then worried she was going to force him and stopped. "Ash?" As he crawled up onto the bed, she sat beside him. "Ash?"
"Honey, I don't know. I'm tired, and I don't know. Do we need a better life? Will that make us happier? I don't know. It's late. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" His voice was half frustration, half exhaustion as he lie atop the covers, wishing he'd gotten under before she sat on them.
"Ohh, of course sweetie. We don't need to decide anything right now." Luna was regretting her decision to talk about this at all before they had sex. Seeing him lying there, in his boxer-briefs, her ascension fueled libido made her want to tear them off and mount him. Luna tried the softest approach she could think of, she rested her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. "How about a massage? It will help you re-lax."
Ash's stomach only churned more. What was he feeling? Was it intimidation? Inferiority? He wasn't sure, but the way her fingers wrapped all the way around his thigh made it worse. And it wasn't just that. He looked at her newly muscular arm, her bicep as thick as his thigh, and knew he couldn't resist her if he tried. She was stronger, smarter, and soon would be paid radically more than him. He had to face facts. All the inequality he avoided by marrying Luna to begin with was coming crashing down on him.
Luna hoped he just needed a little time, so she squeezed her way down one of his legs, and up the other. He wasn't resisting, but he wouldn't look her in the eye either. When her thumb wandered close to his crotch, he seemed to wince away, not towards the motion. She knew what it meant. He wanted to be left alone. It wasn't the first disagreement they'd ever had, and it wouldn't be the last. She should just go to her side of the bed, and everything would be fine in the morning. Except she couldn't.
Ash could tell what she was doing. She wanted sex; she wanted the healing. Just yesterday he'd agreed to have sex once a night, and she was coming to collect. He also knew if she really wanted it, he couldn't stop her, which made him feel even more intimidated. He decided to just be honest and direct, like they had always been. "Luna, I know what you want." He opened his eyes, looking up at her. "However, I'm upset, and I need to calm down. Can you just lie next to me?"
Luna didn't think she could. Every second, thoughts ran through her head about how easily she could coax him. A lick across his lips, or even the swipe of a wet finger, would quickly change his mood. She was afraid she would do it. "Ash, don't ask me to do that." Her voice as matter-of-fact as possible. "I can hear your heart beating. I can feel the heat coming off your body. Being this close to you makes every fiber of my being want you inside me. They say I'll learn to handle it, but right now, I don't trust myself. I can't handle it. Help me. Send me away."
Her vulnerability punched through his wall. While he was busy being threatened by what she had become, he forgot who she was. The woman inside. The woman he loved. Suddenly he saw her. "Ohh, Luna."
He sat up, her grasp accidentally preventing his first attempt, then stood with his hand on her shoulder. The two of them were eye-to-eye, her sitting on the bed, him standing. "I would never send you away. If the feelings are that strong, if you need it that much, just tell me or kiss me. I'll never be upset because my wife kissed me." Even as he said it, he felt a chill, not regretting the promise but regretting the possible consequences. He also saw the struggle and concern melt away from her face. He'd said something right.
"Ohh, Ash. I love you so much." She gushed, as she hugged and held him against her side. Sometimes she felt so alone in this, but she shouldn't. Ash was her husband, her partner, and he always would be. Tears streamed in her eyes. She tried to prevent herself from sobbing.
Ash squirmed against her arm until he could pull it to coax her further onto the bed, "come, lie down." She slipped up and around him, until she was lying in the middle, stretching from end to end. Something about the way she took his lead gave him hope. Hope that he might not end up yet another kept husband, even if things were not exactly equal.
???
he needs some coaxing (that's okay. play with me. here, let me put you in the mood.)
she gives him a 'pleasure sickle' (her finger, after she's licked it)
he describes the feeling of being sort of tipsy, relaxed, and turned on.
he starts peeling her top off, she finishes
He scoots up to her boobs, which he tries and fails to squeeze together. She helps him, squeezing them together for a show.
Then she paints a nipple in saliva, which he starts on gently, and ends up feverishly sucking full into his mouth. which she loves so much she does it to the other nipple.
Then she asks him to take off his underpants, so they both do. Then she asks him to 'come here for a real kiss', after which he's begging to be inside her. So he repositions himself, and they have sex.
??? alternatively...
he needs some coaxing....
she puts him in her mouth, and finds him seconds later, thrusting against then climaxing onto her tongue.
(experimental "calibration" idea... not thrilled with it)
Ash reached down and touched her hand. "I agreed we could have sex once a day, so we will. I just need some time to calm down. Okay?"
"Of course, Ash." Luna felt relieved. She was pretty sure she could sleep another night next to him without pressing for sex, but she wasn't in a hurry to test it. If all she had to do was be patient, she could easily do that. She'd been doing it all day. Plus, with sex held back, she could try some other things she'd read about.
Chapters of 'A Guide to Casual Intimacy' came flooding to her. At times she found it a little overwhelming, the ability not only to perfectly recall anything she'd seen, or heard, or read, but to instantly understand it. It was the reason she'd passed the practice BAR exam only a day after reading the study text, without much effort at all. It was also the reason she now knew two-hundred pages of things to do with Ash that were not sex. She reminded herself to read a comprehensive book on massage.
Ash felt resistant, as Luna patted his side. "How about this. Can you move to the middle of the bed and turn over?" Despite his frustration, he didn't see any real reason to refuse. A massage would probably do him good. Rather than answer, he just rolled over, and scooted until he was about in the middle. He felt Luna kneel next to him, before grabbing his feet and gently pulling him a foot or two downward. Then he felt her kneel below him, her legs spread around him, her kneecaps at his waist.
Luna looked down at Ash, laid out beneath her, and felt lucky, not only to have him, but for what had happened to her. She could make him so happy. If it meant not being a Lawyer, or not living to her potential, so be it. She wrapped one hand around each of his comparatively little legs, and began squeezing and working her way up.
Luna had massaged him many times before, but it was Ash's first massage from an ascended woman. Her palm and fingers worked their way up his legs, butt, back, and shoulders, before working their way down. Her fingers were slow and firm, effortlessly pressing deep into his muscles. He found himself quickly melting at her touch.
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"Ash? Ash?" Her voice was slow and soft. "Time to turn over." Ash felt her gently shaking him, and realized he had fallen asleep. As he complied, she leaned towards one of his small pillows and helped him tuck it under his head. "Good?" He nodded, and she started her fingers on his shoulders and chest.
Looking up at Luna, Ash felt an echo of his feelings from earlier - intimidation, or inferiority, or whatever it was. She had overnight become a better, more beautiful, smarter version of herself. Part of him felt a hint of jealousy, why couldn't he have that? However, his mind quickly turned to the feeling of her fingers on his chest, and way the shapes of her nipples and breasts were visible through the thin striped white top.
Luna felt the desire more with him face up, so she focused on the massage. After working his chest, she worked out his arms, spreading them out to his sides. When she was done with that, she worked the top of his thighs. She slipped her fingers under his butt, lifting, squeezing, and rubbing his cute little ass. When his eyes were open, she enjoyed seeing him admire her, and when they were not, she enjoyed seeing his obvious reaction occasionally move inside his underwear. Still, she wanted to be thorough, so she repeated the pattern three more times.
By the time Ash felt her fingers slip under his rear for the third time, lifting his bottom inches off the bed and squeezing, his discomfort had entirely dissipated. In fact, he was so turned on he would have started something, if he hadn't been holding his eyes closed, trying to remind himself he was *supposed* to be upset.
He was relieved when she made a move, finally bringing her thumbs towards his crotch, gently nudging his erection from outside the fabric of his underwear. When her voice came, it was soft and sweet. "Nice and relaxed now?" He nodded, softly opening his eyes as he realized his muscles were all in a soft squishy state of submission.
The look on her face was patient, yet sexy, as she softly moved her fingers on his groin, as if it was just another part of the massage. "I've decided this ascension is putting too much focus on me. You said yourself that I'd be able to do new things, fun things. I'd like to try something fun right now. It's called, calibration."
Ash wasn't about to refuse anything she wanted to do right now, and that wasn't exactly a question. So he lie there, her thumbs grazing him like she was trying not to touch him too much.
"It turns out, the male response to ascended fluids is highly...individual. Therefore, it's recommended that a couple do an exercise to find out how strong that response is." Ash had felt the sensation before. For a moment he wondered if this was just a thinly veiled attempt for her to quickly get the Healing.
"However, before you can judge the response, you need to establish a baseline of sorts. So here's what we're going to do. I'm going to do things to you, and whenever you feel like it, you're going to give me a number from zero to ten, zero being you don't like it, one being it's fine, and ten being the sexiest thing you've ever experienced. Okay? You can start by giving me a number for what I'm doing right now."
Ash wasn't sure he understood what he was getting into, but it seemed simple enough. He liked the way her thumbs teased his crotch, but it was far from the sexiest thing ever. He decided to start small. "Three."
Luna was more a fan of physical touch than flaunting her own body, but she had fifteen pages of arguments encouraging her to expand her boundaries. She began slowly pulling the bottom of her camisol up her tummy. When she got to her breasts, she exposed the bottom third, and then ran a hand slowly up and down the entire bareness on her frontside. "Four."
His number going up surprised her, so she continued the tease. She pulled her camisol above her breasts, and cupped them. Then pressed them together. "Three"
Another surprise, apparently less was more. She recalled another exercise in the book. Pulling her camisol off, she held it above Ash, then dropped it down over him, burying him in fabric. Suddenly he looked small, overwhelmed by the fabric which had been skin tight on her. She giggled, as his hands struggled to get a hold and toss the garment aside. "Four."
Ohh, he liked that did he? Maybe there was more to this book that she realized.
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Ash was still stuck back at old and falling apart. She wouldn't get old, wouldn't fall apart, not while she could be healed. Only he would. The thought of her being in perfect health, looking like she did today, while he was old and couldn't walk terrified him. He suddenly couldn't see why it mattered whether she was a lawyer or not, whether she made more money than him or not. He pushed on her belly, until she leaned back far enough for him to see her face, then he got serious. "Honey. I love you, and I trust you. You can be anything you want to be. Learn anything you want to learn. I just want us to be together."
Suddenly Luna was so happy and touched she felt tears welling up in her eyes. She wrapped her hands around his chest, wanting to do more than hug him and not sure how. "Ash, I love you so much I could kiss you. But then we'd have that kissing thing, and I don't want to lose this moment so fast." Then she picked him up, hugging him.
Ash found his feet off the ground, and wrapped his arms around her broad shoulders. He loved her deeply, and he felt it. He also felt something else. In only a few seconds, he reacted to the feeling of being hugged up against a breast as wide as he was. He'd always liked her trim athletic look, and now he seemed to have the best of both worlds, as even her modest size had become larger than he could handle.
Luna felt him reacting to her but just held him, enjoying the moment. Her biggest worry in ascending was whether Ash would accept her, and so far it seemed like she had nothing to worry about. However, the longer she held him, the more his smell and the feeing of his erection forced triggered her. She couldn't help kissing him, so she sank her lips around his neck and part of his shoulder. Then she headed towards the bedroom, flipping out the bathroom light as she passed it.
Ash was starting to recognize the moment Luna would get so turned on she had to have him. He kinda liked it.