Monday, December 7, 2015

A Simple Wish for Dominance

 My name is Nick and I have the best boyfriend in the world. His name is Reed and he is so sweet. He is impossibly sweet. Look at him. Look! He is so hot and adorable. I can hardly believe he's mine.

"Sweetheart, did you get your lunch off the table?"

"Oh. Thanks. I love you."

"I love you, too. Let's get you to work."

He often drives me to work because we share the same car. We have roughly the same hours but I love our commute together. That day at work I was just thinking about how much I loved him, and how perfect it was between us. We had typical problems with just getting by but we were so much in love we had become pretty much every couple we were always jealous of in the past. It was pretty much perfect, apart from the fact that I still smoked and he was trying really, really hard to quit. He was only a few months in and to help him I wasn't smoking around him.

That day he picked me up and took me home and we snuggled like we always did. I had a sudden bout of insomnia and snuck out to go online. A friend of mine from online, from one of the transformation forums I go to messaged me. His name is "cigardadd" and we often talk about transforming people we know. I just never tell my beau about the particular fantasy I'd been having for the past year or so. It was because I wanted him to know how special I thought he was and didn't want him to change for me, but...I found myself fantasizing about him changing.

Anyway, I was chatting with cigardadd, and he suggested something. There was a program he had. Very special. It required showing Reed a computer screen and running a subliminal program that would send hypnotic messages into him. Cigardadd said that it was very underground and ten times more powerful than any known form of hypnosis to the public. It had to do with scanning a brainwave and overlapping the patterns and then the suggestions would be permanent. I didn't know how to respond for a minute. I felt my throat tighten and I felt a tension and was almost afraid by how excited I was becoming.

So I gave him an overview of what I imagined. The next day I got a special program he had made. I prepared it just like he told me to.

"Honey? Would you come look at this?'

"What is it, sweetie? I'm making chicken tonight, by the way." He gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I wanted to show you something cool. Here. I clicked on the screen. Just watch this."

He trusted me and shrugged. "Okay. What am I watching here?"

I knew the program took a minute or so to kick in. "Just keep watching. I'll be right back."


On the screen was a video in a loop of a dog jumping through hoops. Reed laughed. And then I heard the laughter ebb and when I checked in on him he was watching the loop without moving. I waited patiently. An hour went by. He was still watching. Two hours. I went ahead and made some lasagna. Three hours and he was still not moving. Just watching the dog jumping through the hoop.

Finally the video ended and he got up.

"That was okay but why did you call me in for THAT?

"Sorry, I just thought it was a great clip. Uh, would you like some dinner?"

"Yeah, you should really make it." He furrowed his brow. "I don't think I feel like it."

"I already made some lasagna for you. Sir."

He smiled. I hesitated. Did it work? Or would he think I was being weird? Would he ask questions? The tension was killing me.

"Good. That's good." He patted my ass.

Dinner was silent. He ate and kept looking at me oddly. Like he was figuring something out. That night he approached me in the bedroom.

"Hey, hon. Look, uh...I'm feeling a little frisky tonight. So uh, drop your drawers." I gulped. He was NEVER this direct. Usually we snuggled and he basically was super considerate.

"Yes, sir." I tried it out.

"You're calling me sir. That's good. I like that."

He gave me one of the most energetic fuckings I could remember him ever giving me. He didn't get tired at all. He liked to take turns normally but as we finished up he said:

"Don't expect to ever do that to me again. I've decided. I'm the one who does the fucking around here. You understand that, boy?"

"Yes, sir." I said. He kissed me.

"Why don't you go throw the laundry in the dryer." It wasn't a request. More like a very strong suggestion.

By the time I was done he was already asleep.

The next day was the weekend. I woke up and Reed was already out of bed.

I found him in the den firing up a huge stogie!

"What's up?" He asked a bit brashly. "You finally decided to get your fairy ass out of bed?" His voice was already taking on a different tone. Slightly brolike and aggressive.

"You're smoking?"

"Yeah I am. You got a problem with that?"

"No, sir. I think it's very sexy, sir."

"Fuck yeah, you should. Fuckin' cigar man like me. I never did smoke cigars enough. That's gonna change. From now on I only smoke cigars and pipes. Now did you fold the laundry?"

"No, not yet. I thought I'd get some breakfast first."

"Well I'm telling you to do the laundry. Go do that first before you eat." He continued smoking. I got a boner.

The program worked. It actually worked. He was becoming more and more dominant and had no problem giving me orders. What had I done? What if I changed my mind about all this? But then I thought about how hot it was that he was pushing me around.

All day long was like this. He decided we needed to do some errands so we did. He decided upon going to the movies so we did. At one point I asked if he wanted to stop to pick up some ice cream and he stared at me like I'd just insulted him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He was irritated. "Don't make suggestions anymore. what I tell you to do, Nick."

"Okay. I'm sorry, sir. I love you."

"Yeah, I love you, too. I love you more with each day. I love how you do exactly as I say..."

The next week passed and it was like being in heaven. Reed constantly told me what to do and when. In the bedroom he was a beast! Every night he got more adventurous. He got a collar one night and wanted me to wear it. He asked if I wanted to be his good little bitch boy. I was so deep in heaven I could barely stand it. I sucked him off and he fucked me over and over. He called me "pup" a lot. He had me eat out of a dog dish and bark while he got hard and prepared to ride my ass. It was all good fun. He was very pleased with my willingness to go along with his new hobbies that he didn't know were my passion. And the following weekend he instructed me to come with him out to the car.

"Hey, little man." He lit up the cigar and I was so turned on. He drove us and I had no idea where we were going.

"You love to watch me smoke, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I do. It's very hot, sir."

"Yeah it fucking is. Fucking look at me. I'm a real man. That's what you need, right sweetie?" He blew smoke. "You know I only smoked here and there. I gave it up because everyone encouraged me to. But fuck them. I'm a man and I smoke. I know you don't got a problem with that because you want to be with a real man. One who can take that hole of yours like you need." It was so brazen. He was filled with confidence. I was so hard!

Our destination was a sporting goods store. He picked up some exercise equipment for him to work out with. I helped him load the barbell sets into the trunk and make everything fit.I even made a joke about making it all fit in and he grabbed my ass hard in the parking lot. In broad daylight!

He started working out. For a few nights. He shaved and got rid of his beard and I watched him starting to get really tight after just a few days. But his growth accelerated. One night I came downstairs and he was lifting and something in his whole body was changing. All of his skin started to have a slight glow to it. He started to look like a computer game character as he blurred. His arms, chest, and legs all exploded and bulged obscenely. He put down the weight and was overcome with energy.

"Oh God. This feels so incredible! AAHHHHHHHH!" His face was...changing. His muscles were enlarging. I had backed up into the wall in total shock. What. The. FUCK. I said this out loud a few times. It was unbelievable. The bones of his chin jutted out and his hair changed, and his arms blew up like some kind of cartoon. But it was all muscle.

"Oh yeah. I think I could do a few hundred more lifts now. Hey little man. You wanna watch? Why don't you take off your clothes and get hard to this, little bitch."

I was mesmerized. He looked totally different.

"No, really. I meant what I said. Take off your clothes." I did so, almost in disbelief until I was nude. "Yeah, things are gonna change around here. First of all, you aren't gonna talk to anyone online without permission from me anymore."


"You heard me!" the new man my husband had become replied. "You're mine. Cigardadd said he was working on something special for me to accelerate my alpha-hood but this was way more than I expected. Did you know he's a genius who used to work for a top secret government agency? They experimented to make soldiers bigger and more controllable but they scrapped his project. So he decided to use you to try out some nano serum on me. He sent it to me a day after you first had me watch is program."

"'re not mad, are you?"

"Mad? Fucking look at me. Look how much fucking bigger I am than you now." He put down the weight and swaggered over and picked me up and slammed me against the wall and shoved his tongue into my mouth without warning. I was putty in his new enormous arms. He was so powerful it actually hurt a little.

"You'll get used to all this." He smacked my ass. "Come on let's go upstairs. Now." I followed him out of the basement. He posed in front of the window and got down to his underwear.

"You know, I really do think you should be kneeling right now."

" is this possible? You look totally different and-"

"I said KNEEL." He shoved me down into kneeling position. "When I say kneel you KNEEL. Got that, bitch boy?"

"Y-yes. But sir, how did this happen?"

"It's all really complicated, and all you really need to know is that I have a new job and we're going to be a lot happier. I'm going to be looking for a few good men to change for cigardadd. He's gonna pay us real well to find test subjects. And you're going to work as hard as you can on becoming a proper sub bitch for me. You do want to worship me, right?"

"I...yes, sir. Yes."

"Well then get going. Now! NOW!"

"I love you, sir. So much. I'd do anything for you."

"Well you're gonna be doing a LOT more, believe me. Look at how fuckin magnificent I am! Look at these arms, Nick! This chest! My legs are works of art. I have the body of a Greek god."

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Master. It's more appropriate for someone in your position."

"Yes, sir. I thank you, sir. Master."

"Very good, you're learning. Well, we have a lot to go over today but I think I'll let you worship me for a good few hours before we continue. And what did I tell you about wearing clothing? If it isn't freezing, I don't want you in clothing, princess." I had grabbed a shirt and put it on again, so I took it off. I had to learn to only do what I was told.

I quivered as he pawed me.

"Mmmm. So what do you think about serving me all the time?"

"Yes, please. Sir." I didn't care who Cigardadd was or what he did to get this accomplished. All I knew was how happy I was worshipping.

He easily overpowered me now. I had never had such a huge musclehunk on top of me but in bed he truly was a master and fucked me so hard I thought it would never end.

"Go fetch me a cigar."

They would be words I would be hearing many times over the course of my life and I smiled as my new husband put his arms behind his head arrogantly. He flexed his arms in delight. He was so taken with himself now.

After I brought him his cigar and he lit it up, he said:

"Just wait until you see what else I have planned for you, little man. Your service is just beginning. You're gonna love waiting on me. I'll be drawing up a list of your new duties and chores. I can't wait to get my name tattooed on your ass stating you are my property." And he shoved my head down hard onto his cock to take care of his needs once more.


  1. Love this story, great story line, pretty hot.

  2. Hot as anything I've read before. I would love to be the top in this fantasy.