Lisinopril hydro

I wonder if this would count as hydro-therapy? Nice job with the imagery. I've always wondered what two or three mouths would feel like at the same time. Maybe I'll take a bath and find out...

Your description closely parallels my own experience, including some gynecomastia as a side effect of blood pressure meds (Lisinopril is the US brand), so my guess is your story is pretty autobiographical and VERY interesting to me. One thing I have doubts about is listening to augment your breasts. Listening to what? or is this another trick pulled by Autocorrect?

You've got me hooked onto this. That suspense where Piplup suddenly uses Hydro Pump - I was surprised! Thought it was Level Five or something. By the way, Piplup doesn't really have a type advantage against Garchomp. While Water is super-effective against Ground, Dragon actually resists Water. It probably doesn't make much of a difference to most readers, but proper fans of the Pokemon games might throw a hue and cry. :)
Nice story though. Looking forward to reading the rest of it.

And I thought this was a trick just for the boys! I have enjoyed MANY water-jet orgasms over the last 30 years, and still LOVE them. The heat and swirling of the water creates sensations all over one's body, then moving into position, the gentle massaging on my penis is just heavenly. After a VERY long time, when it's time to get out, a slight shuffle creates a continuous, intense, relentless stimulation in just the right place. I can barely wait. The rush of pleasure is endless and my penis flops around in the water stream until I hold it steady and direct the water blast right onto the sensitive head. It builds, slowly and deliciously, until I feel it, nearly there. Almost. Oh my god, it's beautiful. I'm so hard and my whole body's tensed up like a rock. A rock with a very prominent erection, big and hard, harder than any normal stimulation can achieve! And then it's there. BANG! I'm pumping hard, pulsing and squirting a huge load. Where it goes I don't know and don't care - it's just amazing and my whole body's tight and pressurized, relieved only by the escaping flow firing like crazy from my rigid cock. I slump and enjoy the continuing hydro massage, more gentle now but still loving the turbulent water on my still twitching cock.
Yes I do love it. I would love to share experiences with you or collaborate on a story together sometime!

A successful businessman has a cheating wife and he BTB. Or a seemingly ordinary schlub has a cheating wife, they divorce, then he becomes a super entrepreneur, by luck and/or a hidden entrepreneurial savant that is only found because of the divorce, so he wins by “living the EXTREMELY good life”
Don’t get me wrong. I love his stories. Sort of like Cinderella, but she’s a he, and the the wicked and ugly stepmother is the cheating wife.
But what happens when the schlub is truly an ordinary guy. What if in this story the protagonist is never had a Aspergers friend who loaned him hundreds of thousands to start a business (we’ll call him Bob), but instead remained a middle level engineer at an irrigation equipment manufactery. Not handsome, not ugly; let’s call it a 6/10. Socially semi-awkward. Slightly above average intelligence (let’s say 115 IQ). Middle-middle class, living extended a bit out on credit cards, second mortgage on slightly too big a house to afford the pool wife and kids wanted. Two kids he adores. Cute wife (let’s say an easily acknowledged 8/10), that he feels lucky to have captured her heart in college, and he adores too.
Cute wife cheats. She asks forgiveness. He takes her back. She cheats again. Threatens in divorce he will rape him financially, and take the kids.
That’s what I was sort of expecting in this story, then BOOM he has millionaire friends who join him in business so he’s rich too. Can afford to drag out divorce. Can afford to build nice apartment in basement (I’d guess $40,000 if contracting it out?). What if he lives in the basement, but, being a hydro engineer, is able to design and put in a nice toilet, shower and sink, but has to sleep on a cot on cement slab floor. He SLOWLY works getting framing and walls up, learning by doing. How long will it take, and how nice of a place can it truly be for his daughters?
Can’t afford a PI to prove she’s cheating. Maybe she’ll smart enough to keep him at bay. He can’t very well be following her around all the time if he’s busy until 10pm each night working on the apartment.
What happens here? How can he BTB?
What if Cinderella was out in the forest picking berries when the Prince came round with the glass slipper?
Just thoughts.