He simply had no idea how to digest the notion of him becoming a father. Yes, he assumed that he would become one someday in the distant future, after...all, for cultivators at his and his wife’s levels, even though they just married, thousand years later they would still look the same and very much capable of procreating.‘Am I ... fit to be a father?’ This question was his biggest concern.“Relax”, able to read his mind, Anet warmly caressed his cheek. “It will all be fine, you’ll see”.Pulling. He loved the idea of being so small. He couldn't wait to rub himself against Jo's feet and breasts, to climb into her vagina, and to go play among her shoes. "This is wonderful honey! Can I go to your closet and play with your shoes first?" Hank, don't give me orders. I'm the one giving orders." Please, Mistress. I don't want to waste any time." Don't worry about time Hank, this change is permanent." But my job!" Hank hadn't thought about this. He just assumed he would be made normal again. Yes, he was definitely turned on. It wasn't often that he recharged that quickly. "Why would that make you excited?" Baby," he said sincerely, "you have just told me something that every man dreams of having his wife tell him. I am far from offended." Men want their wives to be bisexual?" she asked, astounded."Hell yeah," he said with a lascivious grin. "We love that whole woman on woman thing. It's hot. Even those religious fanatics that scream about it probably whack off thinking about two. My mother goes to the gym every week so she is in fine shape. She’s is 5’6″ with pretty brown hair that goes past her shoulders, 112 lbs., 34C cup size, long tanned legs, hazel eyes, and an ass that can stop traffic. She has the look of moms you see on television. She goes out on dates at least three or four times a week, but she always comes back unsatisfied. All her dates want is sex and all she wants a loving relationship. I try to help out around the house by cleaning and washing the dishes.