The Slow Turning of the Worm

The Slow Turning of the Worm

All characters in this story are fictitious.

Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

No one under the age of 21 engaged in any sexual activity. Whether implicitly or explicitly.

No animals were harmed in the writing of this story.

The following story is a creative fictional story from the author’s mind. It is not a reflection of the author’s sexuality.

I do, though, try to incorporate real life and current events. After all, aren’t these stories suppose to portray real life?

Edited by Grammarly

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At some point, a person will usually take stock of where they have been and where they still want to go in life during one’s lifetime. I now have that time, for I am in a hospital bed with nothing to do but think. That is what I am doing today.

You could say that I could watch TV, read a book or magazine, or play solitaire. Of course, you would be correct. The story that I am about to relate to occurred over several years.

As you see, I am currently recovering from eye surgery from an accident at home. I was looking for a can of spray lubricant when the canister I was looking for exploded–douching my eyes with the acidic liquid.

Unfortunately, my wife cannot be here today to add her take on these events since she is taking care of funeral services for her brother. He was recently involved in an auto accident.

Thinking back, the changes I am going to relate to were slow and gradual. However, at times, I will skip several moments in time in the interest of brevity. But at no time should the reader think that these changes that occurred to me are meant to be anything but loving. It was just my wife being anything but herself.

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I started casually dating my best friend Bob’s baby sister Giulia early in our teens. She is four years younger than us. I had essentially lived at their house while growing up. So it was natural that Giulia and I would continue to date during high school.

I enlisted in the Army right after graduation. Bob decided to go on to college instead. But I could only actively serve three years of a four-year tour. The reason was due to being injured. I spent most of my fourth year in the hospital.

So, after being released, I returned to my hometown upon my medical discharge.

I had received shrapnel wounds from an IED explosion and bullet wounds from the ensuing ambush while serving in the sandbox.

We were on a resupply mission to an outpost. Several of our Hum-vees were down due to battle damage. So we only had 2 Hum-vees and a deuce and a half for this operation.

One Hum-vee was in the lead, with the truck in the middle. I was in the passenger seat. The lead vehicle’s left rear tire rolled over a radio-controlled IED as it turned to the right.

The sudden stop slammed my head against the dashboard when the driver hit the brakes. My helmet came off. Then I was thrown against the door jam from the sudden stop.

A large piece of shrapnel tore through the truck’s windshield. Glass and metal shards tore through the left side of my body. They were mainly striking me in the left shoulder and chest.

I had lifted my arm to cover my face, which allowed the metal from the window center post to enter my armpit.

The metal tore the ligaments and muscles and fractured the head of my Humerus. Thus also causing severe damage to the Cartilage. Several rounds from an AK47 tore through the truck’s dashboard, striking me in my left leg and abdomen.

The hot, searing pain caused me to blackout momentarily. When I did wake, I was on a chopper back to base.

The driver of the truck was hit with most of the bullets. Part of his skull and brain landed on me.

I spent over six months in a hospital in Germany. During that time, I went through 5 separate surgeries. Eventually, I could walk without assistance, and my internal organs were fully healed.

I went through a battery of tests for three months to ensure I had no traumatic brain damage. I had suffered a severe concussion from the accident. I would, however, not be able to work in any field that required physical labor. My left shoulder and knee are not what they used to be.

It would take some time for me to overcome the nightmares.

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After my medical discharge, I reacquainted myself with family and friends after returning home. Especially Giulia. I returned in time to be her date for the senior prom.

To say that Giulia is not bright would be like saying that Einstein was a below-average student. This girl has a near-genius IQ and took high school Advancement Placement classes in junior high. Her true love was, and still is, Chemistry and anything else that deals with science.

She also took a few first-year college classes during her senior year.

She knew she was way more intelligent than görele escort me but did not treat me any differently. One thing that she did do, including in all of the time I have known her, is that she could become very demanding when she wanted her way. Even Bob, and the rest of her family, got that treatment as well.

Some 50 miles away from home, that city has a large, nationally recognized university. So using my GI bill, I started to attend. Giulia did as well. We would walk together from the dorm in the morning during our first year. (The school required all Freshmen to live in the dorm). We would get our coffee and study at our table until either of us had a class.

In our Sophomore year, we were able to rent a two-bedroom apartment. We each had our room, friends, and routine. Since my class load was academically lighter than hers, I gladly agreed that it would fall to me to clean the apartment and do our laundry.

When Giulia did make it back from either class or study group, I usually made her a light supper.

When we could, we still would date occasionally. At no time did we engage in any sexual activity. This routine continued through the end of our Sophomore year. We, however, still went for our coffee in the morning.

Then during our summer break, our somewhat casual dating relationship ended. It was a warm Saturday morning in early June. Giulia and I had walked down to the grocery store to pick up some items for her mom.

The conversation somehow came about to be about how we felt about each other.

We finally professed that we were in love with each other. It came about when we realized that we had been exclusive since we started dating. Neither of us had ever dated anyone else the entire time we had known each other.

As we walked up the driveway, I realized that I wanted this woman in my life forever.

I stopped, placed the bags of food on the ground, and turned to her. “Giulia, I love you with all of my heart. I have for a very long time… Will you marry me?” I said as I went down on my good knee.

“Yes!” Giulia jumped into my arms, and we both fell backward onto the pavement of her driveway. She said she had been in love with me the whole time we were growing up.

Her brother and parents came outside to see what the yelling was all about. After we got to our feet, Bob approached me and said: “John, it’s about time.” We planned to have the wedding in late July, for we could not wait to become man and wife.

That would give us time to change our status with the college and for me to update the VA that I was now married. My benefits would go up due to having a wife.

Giulia and I went the following day to purchase the ring. Both the ceremony and reception were held in her parent’s backyard.

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Two years later, we had both graduated with our bachelor’s. I went to work for a manufacturing company as a purchasing manager.

Giulia went on to work for a pharmaceutical company and would continue her studies to get her Master’s in Biochemical engineering.

Married life was great. I did not realize before marrying Giulia how much I had been missing. Even though we lived together in college, I now have the bonus of making love to the woman I love.

Since I was always home before her, I continued our arrangement of my duties from college. Our apartment was small, but I felt warmly satisfied with having a clean house and a hot meal ready for my wife.

One evening several months after we were married, as we cuddled up in bed, Giulia kissed my lips gently. Then with a gentle touch, she ran her finger over the scar on my left shoulder.

“John,” She said softly. “It has been over five years since your last surgery on this shoulder. The hair has still not grown back around that area. I think it is about time you get rid of any remaining hair on your back and chest.” She said while twisting a tiny wisp of hair.

“Also, John. Making love is not a contact sport.” Giulia gently stroked my cheek. “A woman loves a soft, gentle touch. Not to be handled like a piece of furniture.” She said that lovingly.

She got out of bed and retrieved her laptop. “Here, watch this.” Shortly a porn movie started with a scene of two women making love. I noted the soft, gentle flowing touch as the one woman behind the other ran her fingertips up the other’s arm. My dick hardened as I watched the scene.

When the entire video was completed, Giulia explained that is how to make love to a woman properly. I took the lesson to heart. For the second time that night, our lovemaking was even more erotic than even on our very short honeymoon.

The following evening Giulia used her depilatory cream on my chest and back. It felt odd not having any hair. She performed the same act every few weeks.

Life continued on its ordinary course for the next couple of years. We both worked, attended our company’s various functions, and got together with our neighbors göztepe escort for BBQs and other neighborhood events. We had purchased a house in a new subdivision.

Giulia graduated with her Master’s and was promoted to Assistant Lead Chemist for the company’s personal care products. She now holds three patents.

Her company holds four themed parties each year. Valentine’s day, Fourth of July, Halloween, and Christmas. New Year’s was a formal black tie gala.

With each themed party, Giulia was slowly dressing me more feminine. From first wearing make-up, then to wearing underwear. I went along with it only because I was somewhat anonymous with her co-workers.

Little did I know then that I was falling into her trap.

During that year’s company Halloween party, after our third anniversary, my life drastically changed. Giulia had us dressed up as her version of a female hobo.

We walked around speaking with her co-workers when the division CEO approached us. Giulia made the introductions.

“Mr. Anderson, this is my husband, John.” She said proudly. “John, this is Mr. Anderson, our CEO.” We shook hands.

We then spent over half an hour discussing various topics, such as sports and the weather. Mr. Anderson praised Giulia for the great job that she was doing. He said that she is a rising star in the company, and how the company will be expanding soon.

It was at this point that he asked me what I did. His eyes lit up. “John. We require a good person in your field of expertise.” He reached into his costume and pulled out his business card. “I want you to call me on Monday, and let’s talk business.” He handed me the card after writing something on the back.

We shook hands. Mr. Anderson excused himself so that he could continue to talk to other guests.

After he left, I looked at the card. I gasped when I turned it over to see what he had written. The starting salary he quoted was some $15k more than what I am making now. Giulia let out a restrained squeal.

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Early Monday morning, I found myself, coffee mug in hand, going through the various messages about the issues that occurred over the weekend. ‘This part was wrong, that shipment was delayed and so forth.

After spending over two hours putting those fires out, I pulled Mr. Anderson’s card out and placed a call to his office. His secretary stated that she was expecting my call. We set up a meeting for that afternoon.

First thing Monday morning, just after the first of the year, I am sitting in HR filling out new employee forms. My meeting with Mr. Anderson went very well. My new salary is more than $20k above my old one.

The job is the same, but the atmosphere is a lot better. At least I get to eat lunch with Giulia once in a while. I still get off before her.

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A few weeks after starting my new job, I was just finishing getting dinner ready when Giulia came bursting through the door. Her excitement was palpable. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck.

Then she hit me with a big one.

“John! We did it.” She jumped into my arms.

“OK. What did “we” do?” I was able to choke out. Her arms were squeezing my neck very tightly.

“We developed a gel that would make a man’s pectoral muscles even more pronounced without weight lifting.” She said after releasing me. “It was something I have been working on since the beginning of my junior year in college.”

“Why would that matter?” I was confused.

“It is for the guys who do not have those defined muscles. Like yourself, with a flat chest.” She said while slapping her forehead in the duh motion. “I have some with me. I want to try it on you.”

After I was injured, I lost some 35 lbs. Since then, I have not been able to regain the muscle mass that I had lost. I still can not lift anything over 10 lbs with my left shoulder. Whatever weight that I did gain went around my belly.

“So we can finally give your chest that muscular look that I love you once had.” Giulia ran her hand over my hairless chest. Then she pinched my right nipple. “Go to the bathroom, and we will use my depilatory cream to make your chest nice and smooth.”

I started to complain, but Giulia gave me one of her stares that said no arguments tolerated. The ‘demanding Giulia persona’ was in full force.

After stripping, I stood by the shower while Giulia retrieved her cream. “I’ll do your back while you do the front.” The cream was cold while I applied it to my chest. Then shortly after, it started to sting more than usual.

“Don’t worry. As usual, it just means that it is working.” Giulia said. “We will need to wait about 10 to 15 minutes.” She started to play with my butt cheeks while she was talking. “I just love these buns.” I could feel her applying the cream to them and my butt crack. Giulia did her legs at the same time.

Afterward, she stood in front of me. “In fact, why don’t we get rid of your güllük escort pubic hair this time.” She said while smiling sweetly. “At least I won’t have to worry about getting any hair in my mouth anymore.”

She retrieved my mustache trimmer, shaving cream, and razor. Giulia placed a towel on the floor, knelt, and removed the hair from around my balls and pubic area. It felt bizarre. She did leave a small landing strip.

She picked up my cock and put a gentle kiss on the head. “I’ll take care of him later.” She smiled devilishly.

We got in the shower and washed off all of my hair from my chest and back when it was time. Even my butt was baby smooth. Giulia took the opportunity to run her hand through my crack while washing me back there. More than once, I felt her finger play with my little hole.

After drying off, Giulia kissed the scar on my shoulder, then rubbed her gel onto my chest. She informed me that the gel would need to be applied daily as she was doing it. She had me watch her in the bathroom mirror as she used it so that I would learn where specifically to do it.

Sex that night was very exhausting.

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It’s Saturday morning, three weeks since Giulia first put her gel on my chest. We are back in our bathroom, ready to use her depilatory cream again. As I apply it to my chest, I feel a tingle as my hand goes over my nipple. I shiver. I tell Giulia about it.

“John, we will need to talk after we finish here.” She says.

When a woman uses that phrase, I have heard nothing good is about to be said.

Thirty minutes later, after applying the gel and getting dressed, we sit at the kitchen table with our morning coffee.

“John, the gel is to allow a woman with small breasts to increase in size.” Giulia had her head down. Her demeanor is the first time I have ever seen her being so passive.

“Also, it is for a man, who believes he has feminine traits, to help create breasts.” She picked her head up and looked at me. “John, you are such a man.”

I sat there totally dumbfounded. How could my wife think that about me? I know I don’t have a dick the size of a porn star, but it is more than big enough.

“So, are you telling me I have never satisfied you sexually?” I asked incredulously.

“No, John. To the contrary.” Taking my hand. “You have more than done that. For as long as I have known you, you have always struck me as somewhat effeminate. Even Bob and my parents feel that way.”

“So!… The best friend I have ever had thinks that I am a twinkle toe.” My stomach lurched and turned over. I got up from the table and left. I knew I was somewhat sensitive to other people’s feelings, and my features were not masculine. But I did not think that made me a sissy.

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It was very late when I got back home. I undressed and showered. I did not answer when Giulia spoke, for I did not know what I could say. I was still angry and confused.

Sunday was like a refrigerator in the house. I received a cold, icy stare each time we passed the other. I spent as much time outside doing lawn work as long as possible. Then I just went back into the house and showered. I was ignoring Giulia as I walked by our bedroom.

The only respite I received was when I returned to work on Monday. The entire week was a repeat of Sunday.

During the day Friday, my mother-in-law called. I spent over an hour on the phone with her. The gist of it was that I needed to fix this. During the call, I tried to make her understand that I was not what Giulia wanted me to be. But I promised her that we would sit down tomorrow morning and talk. She said that is all she wants us to do.

I could not sleep Friday night. So early Saturday morning, even before sunrise, I was in the kitchen having my first cup of coffee when Giulia came in. I could see that she was not very happy. She poured herself a cup, then sat down at the table.

I waited a minute before I spoke. “Your mother and I spoke yesterday,” I said flatly. I waited over a minute to continue. “I told her that we would talk today.” I was purposely dragging it out. She just sat there looking at me.

“Alright, Giulia. If need be, I intend to sit here all day to resolve this. I will not leave you.” I stated as firmly as I could. “I will ask you a series of questions. The only answer, for now, will be yes or no.”

“First. Do you love me?” She answered immediately. “Yes!”

“Are you in love with me?” Again. “Yes!”

“Do you want a family?” Again. “Yes!”

“Do you want those children by me?” Again. “Yes!”

“Do you want any of those children by another man?” Her head shook vigorously. “No!”

“Alright. Now I need you to explain the following.” I held her gaze for a moment. “Then why did you try to destroy my ability to father a child by increasing my estrogen level in my body?” The look on her face went pale. She got up and ran into the bedroom, and locked the door.

It took until late in the afternoon when she came back out. Sitting next to me on the couch, taking my hand in hers, she spent nearly an hour explaining it. It took that long because she would experience bouts of crying.

After eating dinner, we watched TV until it was time for bed. After laying down, I pulled her into me to cuddle, which is how we slept.