“Hey sweetie? What do you think of these jeans? Do they make my butt look big?”

You press your lips into a thin line, watching as your girlfriend poses, sticking her hips out and doing everything in her power to accentuate her round, meaty ass.

“Uhhh…no?” To be fair, her butt was already big, but that had nothing to do with the jeans.

“Are you sure? Not even if I walk like this?”

She parades around the room, swinging her hips out to either side, making her ass tick tock like a pendulum with every step. You bite your bottom lip.

“Well?” She asks you, glancing over her shoulder.

“They look amazing on you, babe!” you say. You get up off the couch. “Be right back!”

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, your cock beginning to swell up. Once the door is closed, you drop your pants and begin to furiously stroke yourself off. You get closer and closer, the image of your girlfriend’s ass bouncing left and right in your mind.

Then something happens. Right before you feel your orgasm boiling in your balls, the world starts to get hazy. Your eyes begin to flutter you feel dizzy. Time distorts, and the next thing you realize is that you are scrubbing the toilet with a tube of Ajax in your hand, your boner tucked painfully back in your pants.

You blink in confusion as your girlfriend walks in.

“Wow, babe! The bathroom looks great! Thanks for cleaning!”

You shake your head and mumble a ‘you’re welcome’ before heading back to the couch, dazed and confused.

“Hey, sweetie? I think my birth control is messing with my hormones a bit. Do my tits look bigger to you?” asks your girlfriend.

You glance up, watching her smoosh her ample breasts around in her shirt. Your mouth waters, and you feel your erection come back with a vengeance.

“Oh, well…hard to improve on perfection,” you say. Your girlfriend gives you a knowing smile.

“Be right back!” You rush to the bedroom and close the door. Your dick feels like a geyser ready to erupt. You shove your hand down your pants, squeezing and pumping, when that familiar head fog feeling slowly settles over you. You feel a wave of vertigo and open your eyes to find yourself making the bed.

The bedroom door opens.

“Oh! Thanks for making the bed, honey!” she kisses you and flops down on the soft quilt. She’s stripped down to her panties and skimpy blouse, her round ass and thighs staring you in the face while she scrolls through her phone.

You last about five seconds leering at her before you excuse yourself to the living room. You just need to get off. This time, you barely touch yourself before you black out, waking up to find yourself doing the dishes. You catch a glance of her peeking at you from the hallway, stifling her giggles.

“You…you did something to me!” You finally blurt out. “You used that hypnosis stuff on me, didn’t you?”

“Hey, you asked me to do it!” She gloats, sauntering into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table. “You wanted to prove you could do that stupid No Nut November challenge and asked me to give you some help. What’s the matter? Does getting aroused give you an irresistible urge to clean now?”

You huff and pant in frustration. She’s right! Just watching her sitting there, running her tongue over her teeth, was already making you horny to start cleaning the fridge.

“This is not exactly what I had in mind,” you say through gritted teeth.

“All’s fair in love and war, handsome,” she says, spreading her legs. Your eyes dart to her pussy hidden behind the sheer white fabric of her panties. “Don’t be sad. Cleaning doesn’t always have to be a chore…”

Your eyes glaze over as you stare at her crotch. Your dick comes up hard and angry, and you sink to your knees, your brain fried in abject frustration.

“How bout you work on cleaning this pussy?” she asks.

You get straight to work.