I can't really deny my wife, I know my small dick is a big problem for her. And since I lost my job a few months ago it hasn't improved. I have gained quite some weight sitting in front of the TV watching a lot of sports. She doesn't know I masturbate while watching some porn but it makes me less eager in bed at night. Now she has a good enough job for the two of us, some chief financial officer at an international company, and until now she's never suggested I clean up my act, I guess it helps that I have dinner ready every night. So I'll get along with this new attempt to improve our sex life, just to keep her happy.

The instructions are a bit more complicated than you would expect. There's a spray to clean my crotch area and when she sprays all around there it's almost freezing my dick off so cold it is. But she sounds excited about the fact that all my hair in the area seems to have disappeared. I don't mind too much, that might actually be nicer when I wank off. She carefully places the rubber around my dick and it seems to go all around my balls and when it's finally fully covered she pushes a button on a remote control. I feel a tremendous pain all around and I scream. She quickly sprays more of the cold stuff and I'm glad for it this time as it numbs the whole area and the pain is bearable now. "What the fuck?" I cry. But she says nothing, she's looking at my crotch with a smile on her face. "Wow, that's interesting", she finally says, "it stitched itself to your skin, all around. Don't worry, the spray stopped the bleeding". Shit, that doesn't sound right, I try to look what's going on but my new belly I have been sporting lately prevents me from seeing what she means. All I see now is my rubber dick sticking out from my crotch and that was what she wanted, it's clearly much bigger than my own member that's hiding somewhere in this monster.

My wife is stroking my new dick up and down and it's actually quite pleasurable, somehow it stimulates my real thing as well and I can feel it grow inside. She takes it in her mouth and she sucks it in and it starts feeling real good now. I moan and I see the surprise on her face. "You feel this babe?" She asks, and I can only nod. "How about this?" And she pushes a button on the remote and suddenly I feel a vibration. I scream in pleasure now and she quickly pulls herself on top of me and guides my dick in her wet pussy. Now she starts moaning as well and one more button apparently causes my dick to grow inside her. She's moving back and forth on my monster and it's clear to me that she's finally satisfied with my girth. And I can't complain either, for the first time I can feel her muscles contracting around me and it feels like heaven. I can't hold myself anymore and I start grunting loudly, so she knows I'm going to cum. And it matches perfectly with her own orgasm and she screams out in pleasure. When we finally come down from our high she pulls off of me with a big slurping sound when my dick comes out. She quickly turns off the vibration and I start to relax.

"Wow", we both say at the same time. She laughs, "and no mess, at least on my side". When I realize what she's saying I question her "Where did my junk go then?" "It's still inside that thing, it has an option to ejaculate it into me or to hold on to it. It's safer than a condom. But you better clean up". I go to the bathroom and use a hand shower but I can only clean the outside. "Honey, how..." I yell, but then small holes are opening and my cum starts to ooze out. I spray the shower back on it effectively washing the whole thing out. I squirt a bit of foam soap in some of the holes and keep spraying the water until finally it comes out as clear as going in. I dry myself as good as possible and then I feel some heat inside, drying there as well.

In the morning I wake up with a bigger hard-on than I've ever experienced. My wife's mouth is on me again but this time she's staying there, her own pussy in my face. I can only return the favor and stick my tongue in her as deep as I can. But there's no way I can keep up with her, or her remote I should say, as I feel my balls being massaged while the vibration is back. I simply explode and this time with the ejaculation mode active apparently as I see my cum running from her mouth. I've never seen her lapping my stuff up so eagerly. I can't wait for her to leave to work so I can experiment some more with this toy that I've quickly come to love. My wife kisses me on the mouth and I can taste my own cum but I forgive her this time. "Make sure you keep it clean", she whispers, "see you tonight". And she's getting ready for work while I turn around for a few more hours of sleep.

When I wake up again I have to pee. I hope the rubber is set to ejaculate or whatever they call it to allow my pee from coming out. Just to be sure I sit down on the toilet and carefully let go of my bladder. I can hear the pee trickle in the bowl and I realize I will have to sit from now on or it can get messy. Oh well, a small price to pay for the fun it gives. I actually have to wipe myself to dry it and just to be sure I use the shower head on it as well. It's different from before, not way as big as it was last night or this morning. As a matter of fact it seems even smaller than what I'm used to. I try to stimulate it, stroking it up and down, and although I can feel it very well, my dick inside has no room to grow. I have to stop as it becomes very uncomfortable.

I try to find the remote but I can't find it. Did my wife hide it or did she bring it with her? I try to text her but no reply, she's probably in a staff meeting like she always is. Frustrated I give up and I get a shower and get dressed. While dressing I use a mirror to see how this thing is attached. It's almost seamless and I can feel a metal thread under my skin that holds it. No way can I cut this off if I wanted without hurting myself.

At night she apologizes for not texting back, as she was on the phone with the French headquarters for hours. She shows the new bracelet on her arm and I suddenly realize it's the remote control with touch screen smartly integrated in a piece of jewelry. A bracelet that seems to have threaded itself on her wrist just like my dick, so no way I can get my hands on it or that she'd ever forget it.

But I'm not too worried, as this week I have the best sex I can remember since marrying her and probably in my whole life. It's funny but not being able to masturbate during the day makes me definitely a better lover at night. And with a blowjob every morning to top it off, I'm even not bothered anymore by the French kisses in which she shares my own junk with me, it's really not that bad while the kiss has all her passion in it.

But then she starts hinting I should work out a bit more to lose the belly. I try, but there's so much basketball on TV that I forget it easily. The following week she comes with a solution. I can only describe it as a body, made in the same rubber as the penis. She explains how it goes around me and can then shrink my waist slowly. The rubber will probably help with sweating out a lot of body waste. Not really in a position to deny her solution it pretty much works the same way. She has a lot of the freezing spray and she says it will open the pores in my skin once the rubber is over it. I stick my arms through the holes as it zips on the back but I find out there's no zipper, the material threads itself together as well as through my skin, this body won't come off I suspect. What I didn't expect was how she then moves a flap of the material from the back between my legs and essentially connecting it back to the front, forming a one piece connection with the rubber of my dick. It's like a leotard I love to see on a woman but it's on me now, not one piece of skin visible, just shiny black rubber. "Don't worry" says my wife, "there's a hole in the right place to do your number two." There appears to be a lot of extra spray and she convinces me to spray the rest of my skin as well. And in her enthusiasm she sprays my neck and chin and cheeks as well and I realize I no longer have to shave as my body is now completely hairless.

Apparently she can control this body with the same remote as suddenly my belly gets tighter and tighter and breathing gets harder and harder. Just when I think I pass out it stops. My wife explains, "This is the baseline babe. When you work out and burn your fat you will be able to breath easier. The body has a smart controller and will adapt to your workout, assisting in burning as much fat as possible. All the stars are doing it this way nowadays. And take these as well every day." And she hands me a set of pills, explaining that one is to stimulate the weight loss, one contains probiotics and one all the vitamins I may need. Every morning when I wake up there's a set waiting for me and I dare say, between the pressure on my belly, the exercise and whatever is in the pills I spend quite some time in the bathroom but the pounds are coming off. The only thing I don't get is that every time I think I have finally a bit room to breathe again the body contracts a bit more.

But my wife loves it, she can't stop rubbing my rubber skin and it's quite pleasurable I have to say. We go at it twice a night and once in the morning instead of the blowjob. It's a bit harder for me to enjoy given the fact that I have to take small breaths all the time but my rubber appendage takes care of keeping her happy even though I don't always cum anymore. I wonder if the vibration on my side is still as strong as it used to be. But my wife tells me not to worry, she gives me a dvd with new type of exercises, more aimed at just reducing belly fat. It comes with yoga sessions as well and that really helps to control my breathing better. What I like about the body as well is that it helps me with my posture. I always slouched a bit but now my shoulders are pulled back and with my chest forward I stand as straight as I can, almost as tall as my wife. It has given me a lot of self confidence which helps me in overcoming my sexual issue.

There are some drawbacks as well. My wife really doesn't want me to leave the house, but I need to get a haircut as my hair has grown quite long. It's like all my body hair that I no longer have wants to grow from the top of my head and I have to pull it back in a ponytail to keep it out of my eyes. When I question her about why I can't leave she has some weak story about the body and rubber dick not losing connection with the wifi. According to her it would cause me great pain if that were to happen. So one day, I simply turn off the wifi and nothing happens. For two minutes that is. Then a searing pain like a hot nail gets slammed straight through my balls. And thirty seconds later another shot. By now I have the wifi turned back on but in the time it takes to get back I get a third shot and I'm on the ground holding my crotch. My wife called immediately and only on her second call I can get up and reach for my phone. She's worried about me at first, then furious when I tell her I caused it myself. Her punishment starts later that afternoon. The internal vibration starts stimulating my dick but there's no room to grow. The pain causes the vibration to stop, only to start a minute later again. This goes on for the whole afternoon and she finds me crying in the bed, I'm truly sorry I tell her. And eventually I think she believes me.

When she comes home the next day, she tells me she has found me a job. Her long time French translator has moved away and she is hiring me as the replacement, which makes sense as a lot of the documents she gets from HQ contain very sensitive information. The only problem, I tell her, is that I don't speak one word of French. But she has a solution for that as well. A brand new laptop with special software will totally immerse me into the French language. She pierces my ears with three silver rings in the side and somehow they conduct a vibration through the bone of my ears causing me to hear sound without actually having something in my ears. In the morning the laptop is teaching me words and phrases by showing pictures, I hear the pronunciation in my headset, then have to speak it in reply with the software correcting me when needed. In the afternoon while I clean the house and cook I hear French music and I quickly start appreciating Edith Piaffe, whose songs I often sing aloud by myself. My workout regime is also completely in French and even while I sleep I keep hearing French instructions. I'm not to speak English at all so that my thoughts and dreams are all in French. The few times I go wrong the punishment is severe, either through pain in my balls or through stimulation without a chance for relief. And sometimes my waist get reduced a bit so that I've trouble breathing. 

The software has a couple of nasty bugs, for example it keeps calling me Yvette. I've tried to explain this to my wife, that whomever set it up didn't put my name in right, but she looks at me wide eyed, as my French does not make any sense to her. The one time I tried it in English I was on the ground in pain in seconds. So I give in and answer with "Oui Madame" every time the software addresses me as Yvette. The speech recognition doesn't work so great either, I have to raise the tone of my voice, as my normal voice is apparently too low in timbre.

Another annoyance is that the software wants me to walk on my toes, supposedly so that I can look my wife straight in the eyes. It's almost impossible to keep it up and every time I set my foot fully on the ground I pay the price. Luckily I found a way to outsmart the software, I found a pair of my wife's heels and put them on and that clearly satisfied the system. By now I can walk in heels without a second thought. My wife was first curious but when I curtsied, another annoying thing the software makes me do, she smiled. Eventually she bought me a couple of pairs of my own shoes as well as slippers that I can wear at night.

My cooking has improved drastically thanks to the software, all French cuisine, which is the only thing I'm allowed to eat, but enough regular recipes as well to satisfy my wife. She calls me Yvette now as well but I have trouble understanding what she wants from me, as somehow English has become a foreign language to me. This seems weird to me, how am I going to translate for her, but something tells me that at the end of my three months of total immersion my English will come back and I will be able to speak both.

It seems like the software has a few Easter eggs as well, the programmers must have had a blast. For example it has been teaching me to do my hair in different styles and how to apply makeup. I guess if you add the curtsying to this it was probably designed to target women, not men. But I learned my lesson quickly as not complying will hurt me. I actually enjoyed clothing design lessons and I found I was quite adept in sewing. With instructions from the software I sewed a dress, using my own measurements as I didn't know my wife's. When it was done I had to try it obviously to make sure the measurements were correct and I'm happy to say it fit perfectly. It was a French maid design and it showed off my breasts quite nice over my slim waist and my curvy behind. It went perfectly with my five inch heels, just wish I had some stockings to go with it. I put my white apron on while cooking and when Madame came home she gave me the perfect set of fishnet stockings.

Madame was so happy with my appearance she kissed me on the cheeks and called me "Ma Cherie". After dinner she took me to her bedroom and I knew my days of her using my dick were over. Instead she gave me a vibrating dildo and I had to use my tongue and this device to make her come. Thank goodness my software lessons had prepared me for this, so I knew what to do expertly, as was clear when she squirted my face with her juices when she came. She was clearly impressed and when she took me to my room she gave me the dildo to use for myself. That night all of my theory lessons came out and I learned the blessings of a vibrating dildo in your rear end. I came at least four times and I don't remember it ever be so good when using my dick. That night in my dreams I was so proud to be a française, knowing that all my sexual experience as well as my style of serving my Mistress was far superior to any other people in the world.