My Wife's Best Friend's Hot Mom

Auntie, this isn't right... Olivia and Uncle William are still at home!

Don't be afraid, they're both asleep.

Aunt Sophia smiled, looking at me with a charming gaze. Your condition is too special, it requires Auntie to give you proper treatment.

...

Ouch, that hurts too much!

Didn't you say you liked them extra large?

I said I liked them, but they still have to be within a normal range!

My wife pushed me away, her voice trembling with tears.

My wife's name is Olivia Hill. She is very beautiful, the petite type, yet she possesses an impressive bust, a typical case of youthful appearance with a large bust.

Marrying such a beautiful wife, I felt was the luckiest thing that could have happened to me in eight lifetimes.

For two years since our marriage, our relationship as husband and wife had always been very good.

But recently, an unspeakable change had brought our relationship to a freezing point.

The matter originated from an abnormal change in my body.

Originally quite normal, for some unknown reason, I had recently started a second growth spurt, and at an alarming speed, showing no signs of stopping.

At first, Olivia found it novel, even somewhat secretly pleased, thinking it was a guarantee of her "happiness." Those few days she was always clinging to me, her face radiant with a satisfied smile.

But the good times didn't last long. As the situation continued to develop, things gradually became abnormal.

The changes in my body far exceeded the normal range, becoming extremely exaggerated.

Olivia went from initial enjoyment to endurance, and from endurance to fear. She began to avoid me, her eyes filled with resistance, as if I were some kind of monstrous beast.

Tonight, I tried to get close to her again, but the result was the same as before.

I spoke somewhat helplessly. I can't really be blamed for this, can I? Can I be a bit more careful?

It's not a matter of being careful, I simply can't take it anymore!

Olivia said, quickly sitting up, putting on her pajamas, and wrapping herself up tightly.

The atmosphere was somewhat stiff.

We were at a stalemate for a while. She seemed to think of something, her tone softening a bit. By the way, you know my mom's best friend, Aunt Sophia, right? She's a very capable urologist at the Provincial Central Hospital. You... you should go let her take a look. She's professional, she'll definitely have a solution.

I felt a wave of frustration, but seeing her firm attitude, I had no choice but to endure the discomfort, get up, get dressed, and sit alone in the living room sulking.

To be fair, I shouldn't blame Olivia. This change is also a kind of torment for her.

But asking me to go see Aunt Sophia for treatment? This is just too awkward.