10-04-2026, 12:32 PM
Chapter 61: The Weight of Days
Jeeva stumbled back into the flat, legs trembling. The moment he closed the door behind him, his knees gave way. He leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard. His body felt drained — not just tired, but weak in a way he had never experienced before. He had masturbated four times in less than an hour while watching his wife become another man’s eager slut. The chemical storm inside him had pushed him far beyond his limits.
He looked down at his crotch. His penis hung soft and spent, sore and slightly swollen. His limbs felt heavy.
The night was little heavy for him, he sobbed for a long time, then slept.
The morning he felt more weak, when sun rays hit on his face.
He could not move an inch.
When he finally dragged himself to the mirror , he froze.
His face looked puffier. He grabbed a pair of pants and tried to wear them. The button wouldn’t close properly around his hips. He turned sideways in front of the mirror and stared in horror.
He had gained almost 2 kg overnight. He still looked young, but it looked like he jumped 3 years ahead of usual age.
“My age… is it reversing again?” he whispered, panic rising in his chest.
He immediately called Madhavan.
The scientist answered on the second ring, voice urgent. “Jeeva, what’s happening?”
“I… I think something is wrong. My body looks swollen. I gained weight overnight. The button on my pants doesn’t close. Is the reversal starting?”
Madhavan was silent for a moment, then spoke sharply. “You need to reach me as soon as possible. Visible physical changes are dangerous. Do not ignore this. Come back immediately.”
Jeeva ended the call and sat on the edge of the cot, staring at nothing. Last night’s images flooded his mind — Anandhi screaming in pleasure, her breasts bouncing wildly, her loud moans as Suriya destroyed her, the way she eagerly swallowed his cum. She no longer cared about Rahul. The shy, loyal wife he once knew had vanished. In her place was a woman who had completely surrendered to Suriya.
He felt a deep, aching pain in his chest. He had wanted this — he had planned it — so she and the kids would have someone strong to protect them after he was gone. But the reality of watching her become another man’s slut still tore him apart.
He changed his clothes slowly and stepped out for coffee.
To his surprise, Anandhi was already in the kitchen, moving with quiet motherly energy. He was surprised how she can a slut in night and getting back to her homely look in the morning. She was packing lunch boxes, helping Riya tie her hair, and gently scolding Rohan for spilling milk., she looked like the dedicated mother she used to be, a visible different between her avatar last night and now.
he recalled how Madhav an wanted him immediately but his mind was not ready to leave them as it is, he wanted to spend few more days, he fixed as three more days from here.
He decided to keep aside his egos, anger if any and decided to shamelessly ask Anandhi to spend time with him.
Jeeva walked closer and spoke softly, “I’m leaving in three days. I want to spend more time with you and the kids. Im not asking for the full day… but at least two hours every day. Please.”
Anandhi looked at him — really looked. Something in his eyes made her pause. She saw the quiet pain, the love that was still there beneath everything. She nodded slowly.
“Okay,” she said gently.
“I’ll take leave tomorrow.
We’ll spend the whole day together. I’ll ask the kids to stay home too.”
Jeeva helped her get the kids ready. They dropped them at college as usual. The day passed smoothly — calm, almost normal.
But it was different for Anandhi. The day was heavy for her, he strangely thinking on why Jeeva looked so lost himself, why suddenly she felt a pain hearing he would leave in 3 days.
but soon the lunch with Suriya changed her mood, she came back to her self.
In the evening, Anandhi went up to the rooftop to dry clothes. Suriya followed her quietly. When she bent to hang a saree, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. They shared a deep, slow kiss under the open sky — his hands roaming over her hips, her body melting into him for a few stolen seconds.
Minutes later, she pulled away, breathing faster. “I need to go cook. I’ll come back soon. Wait for me here.”
She hurried downstairs.
Minutes later,
Jeeva, had come up to collect his own dried clothes, froze when he reached the rooftop.
Suriya was there, leaning against the water tank, looking satisfied.
he wanted to speak with Suriya, they were once planned together, made their goal of getting Anandhi into an affair for her own good, but off late, Jeeva sensed, Suriya had a cold approach to him, he mocks him, belittles him, often proves his ownership of Anandhi to him.
he doesnt want to leave the place with an enemity, he decided to speak with him, befriend him back, and he wanted both anandhi and him to send him off with smile, he also wanted to hear word from Suriya that he will take care of his family for better.
he didnt like how both were cold to each other. He decided to fix everything there itself.
Jeeva took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Suriya… I need to speak with you.
Suriya turned to him and said, whatever let's talk tomorrow not now, its a me-time now.
Jeeva stressed no i need to speak with you, i cannot speak when Anandhi is around, this is perfect time and its. It’s important. Secret sort of.”
Suriya turned, surprised but calm. Important secret?
At that exact moment, Anandhi — whose lips were still slightly wet and swollen from the kiss — had decided to go back for one more quick kiss. She climbed the stairs silently, but stopped dead when she heard Jeeva’s words: “It’s secret sort of…”
She froze on the last step, hidden behind the water tank wall, heart suddenly pounding. She could see both men clearly but they couldn’t see her.
What they were about to converse was going to shake her completely.
Jeeva stumbled back into the flat, legs trembling. The moment he closed the door behind him, his knees gave way. He leaned heavily against the wall, breathing hard. His body felt drained — not just tired, but weak in a way he had never experienced before. He had masturbated four times in less than an hour while watching his wife become another man’s eager slut. The chemical storm inside him had pushed him far beyond his limits.
He looked down at his crotch. His penis hung soft and spent, sore and slightly swollen. His limbs felt heavy.
The night was little heavy for him, he sobbed for a long time, then slept.
The morning he felt more weak, when sun rays hit on his face.
He could not move an inch.
When he finally dragged himself to the mirror , he froze.
His face looked puffier. He grabbed a pair of pants and tried to wear them. The button wouldn’t close properly around his hips. He turned sideways in front of the mirror and stared in horror.
He had gained almost 2 kg overnight. He still looked young, but it looked like he jumped 3 years ahead of usual age.
“My age… is it reversing again?” he whispered, panic rising in his chest.
He immediately called Madhavan.
The scientist answered on the second ring, voice urgent. “Jeeva, what’s happening?”
“I… I think something is wrong. My body looks swollen. I gained weight overnight. The button on my pants doesn’t close. Is the reversal starting?”
Madhavan was silent for a moment, then spoke sharply. “You need to reach me as soon as possible. Visible physical changes are dangerous. Do not ignore this. Come back immediately.”
Jeeva ended the call and sat on the edge of the cot, staring at nothing. Last night’s images flooded his mind — Anandhi screaming in pleasure, her breasts bouncing wildly, her loud moans as Suriya destroyed her, the way she eagerly swallowed his cum. She no longer cared about Rahul. The shy, loyal wife he once knew had vanished. In her place was a woman who had completely surrendered to Suriya.
He felt a deep, aching pain in his chest. He had wanted this — he had planned it — so she and the kids would have someone strong to protect them after he was gone. But the reality of watching her become another man’s slut still tore him apart.
He changed his clothes slowly and stepped out for coffee.
To his surprise, Anandhi was already in the kitchen, moving with quiet motherly energy. He was surprised how she can a slut in night and getting back to her homely look in the morning. She was packing lunch boxes, helping Riya tie her hair, and gently scolding Rohan for spilling milk., she looked like the dedicated mother she used to be, a visible different between her avatar last night and now.
he recalled how Madhav an wanted him immediately but his mind was not ready to leave them as it is, he wanted to spend few more days, he fixed as three more days from here.
He decided to keep aside his egos, anger if any and decided to shamelessly ask Anandhi to spend time with him.
Jeeva walked closer and spoke softly, “I’m leaving in three days. I want to spend more time with you and the kids. Im not asking for the full day… but at least two hours every day. Please.”
Anandhi looked at him — really looked. Something in his eyes made her pause. She saw the quiet pain, the love that was still there beneath everything. She nodded slowly.
“Okay,” she said gently.
“I’ll take leave tomorrow.
We’ll spend the whole day together. I’ll ask the kids to stay home too.”
Jeeva helped her get the kids ready. They dropped them at college as usual. The day passed smoothly — calm, almost normal.
But it was different for Anandhi. The day was heavy for her, he strangely thinking on why Jeeva looked so lost himself, why suddenly she felt a pain hearing he would leave in 3 days.
but soon the lunch with Suriya changed her mood, she came back to her self.
In the evening, Anandhi went up to the rooftop to dry clothes. Suriya followed her quietly. When she bent to hang a saree, he stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against his chest. They shared a deep, slow kiss under the open sky — his hands roaming over her hips, her body melting into him for a few stolen seconds.
Minutes later, she pulled away, breathing faster. “I need to go cook. I’ll come back soon. Wait for me here.”
She hurried downstairs.
Minutes later,
Jeeva, had come up to collect his own dried clothes, froze when he reached the rooftop.
Suriya was there, leaning against the water tank, looking satisfied.
he wanted to speak with Suriya, they were once planned together, made their goal of getting Anandhi into an affair for her own good, but off late, Jeeva sensed, Suriya had a cold approach to him, he mocks him, belittles him, often proves his ownership of Anandhi to him.
he doesnt want to leave the place with an enemity, he decided to speak with him, befriend him back, and he wanted both anandhi and him to send him off with smile, he also wanted to hear word from Suriya that he will take care of his family for better.
he didnt like how both were cold to each other. He decided to fix everything there itself.
Jeeva took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Suriya… I need to speak with you.
Suriya turned to him and said, whatever let's talk tomorrow not now, its a me-time now.
Jeeva stressed no i need to speak with you, i cannot speak when Anandhi is around, this is perfect time and its. It’s important. Secret sort of.”
Suriya turned, surprised but calm. Important secret?
At that exact moment, Anandhi — whose lips were still slightly wet and swollen from the kiss — had decided to go back for one more quick kiss. She climbed the stairs silently, but stopped dead when she heard Jeeva’s words: “It’s secret sort of…”
She froze on the last step, hidden behind the water tank wall, heart suddenly pounding. She could see both men clearly but they couldn’t see her.
What they were about to converse was going to shake her completely.
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