The last few hours of her life had been transformational for Dr. Ami Shikami, in every way imaginable. She could never have known her newest client would be able to bend reality to his will or that he would be so willing to be controlled. She had never dared to face how much she enjoyed completely dominating a person before, but having someone so willing to sate her desires made it trivial. It also did not occur to her that, once she crossed that line, they would keep having sex for an entire day as their realities became ever more shaped by their rising lust. Each time she had tried reset their shared reality, to fix the errors in her suggestions that led to overwhelming climaxes, they ended up pushing the limits of their bodies in totally different ways.
This time, the fifth time, she found herself fulfilling what was likely one of Sven's fantasies. No sooner had she said the command word Lovebirds, returning them to her suggestion crafted reality, that her clit had blossomed into a penis. In an instant, it was thicker than her wrist and to hung past her knee. Memories of always being this way unfolded in her mind, clashing against the true reality, but it was hard to deny how real her dick was at that moment.
The weight of it as it pulled against her hips while rising, the rush of blood beneath her skin at it got hard, and the scope of sensations as it pushed her dress up and then he worshiped her were all so very intoxicating. After so many other climaxes, maintaining her focus in the face of such power and sensation was growing exhausting. The effort to keep her base consciousness stable, ensuring a way to return to normal, was taxing in a way she had never anticipated.
Ami could feel herself sinking into the moment, her grasp on the real world slipping as she stripped down and let the transformation cascade over her body. With each expanding throb of her cock, her frame was lengthening and becoming more boyish. Her boobs shrank, her ass lifted, and her hair flickered into an undercut that hung over one eye. Even so, her hips flared wider and her pussy mound grew more pronounced, her mons swelling around the base of her cock and her labia inflating until they looked like fat lips. A life time collection of piercings emerged with hundreds of pinpricks along the edges of her ears as well as in her septum, tongue, lips, nipples, labia, and even her burgeoning fuck stick. Many of them seemed to contain tiny motors, the vibrations raising her lust with an intensity that was surprising. All the while, muscles from head to toe twitched and stretched and braided and bulged, sculpting her into an extreme example of athleticism.
Their new reality had been in effect for mere moments, but somehow the edge was already so close. They were on the floor. He was on his back, under her. His own transformation had pushed him to the limits of masculinity, making him a broad shouldered slab of swollen muscles on top of even more muscles. His penis had been transmuted into a horselike tower of vessels, flesh, and nerves. It was so vast, that he could barely get his thickly built arms around the shaft and the flared head twitched against his face.
As she knelt over him, her foot and a half cock was somehow drooling preparatory fluids. She did not question it. Instead, she eagerly rubbed her deep red head against his asshole, lubing up her pet so that he could satisfy her.
Before she knew it, she was holding his legs up and pounding his ass, sliding in and out like a well oiled piston. Her impossible dick continued to inflate with each thrust, spreading him further, sinking in deeper. All the while, her Jacob's Ladder piercings adapted, the bars piercing her thick raphe growing both thicker and more numerous. He spasmed around her with increasing frequency as the metal orbs popped in and out of his body. Hinting that his anus was magically shifting and stretching to accept her fattening, augmented cock.
Moaning her name, he came all over himself after only a few minutes. Desperate for even more stimulation, sure that she too could find that release if she just fucked harder, she hitched his calves over her shoulders. To keep him hard and eager, she squeezed the base of his own equally over-sized dick with both hands. Using it as a handle, she pushed and pulled on him while he eagerly lapped at the cum still pouring over face.
After all the transformations, all the growth, the rush of plowing her pet without restraint was mind numbing. She was having trouble resisting the overwhelming lust for greater power that was seeping into her consciousness. The therapist turned towering intersexed demi-goddess could feel her body expanding, becoming more powerful, as if she somehow was siphoning off more of her pet's reality bending powers.
Energy crackled over her skin as muscles pulsed larger. Balls formed at the base of her massive clit-cock, swelling against her thighs until they were as big as her fists. Twitches and tinges within hinted at internal changes, changes necessary for her to fill him with hot, sticky seed. More bar piercings emerged down the front of her sac, the shuddering balls spaced far enough apart to caress her churning testes.
The power coursing through her felt wonderful! It felt right to be the one in control. The one doing the fucking. After all the shit she had put up with, it was high time she happened to life instead of the other way around.
A particularly deep thrust caused the soft skin of her sack to brush her swollen, vibration tortured labia. Her knees went weak. Her impressive sack squeezed up, almost slipping into her spasming pussy. Her pelvis, vagina, and dick throbbed with need. The first burst, the feeling of her seed erupting into her super-powered fuck toy, was pure bliss.
As she continued to come inside him, the temptation to let this be their reality crashed against her mind like the tide. Instead of recoiling, she pushed herself to think of greater limits. The body wide throbbing intensified as everything about her pulsed larger. The words to make them actual gods hovered on her lips.
In a panic, she said the safe word instead. In doing so, the layers of the suggestions she had whispered into his mind began to peel back until they were once again in her plain, boring office and not an exquisite pleasure dungeon.
He was back to being just a hunk with an impressive endowment instead of overwhelming masculinity personified. She had shrunk from the seven foot tall futanari amazon back to being the curvy woman of moderate height she had fought so hard to remember. The memories of another two year relationship, and a life time much more exciting, lingered as a dream along side four others.
Once more, she tried to let Sven wake up. Tried to release him from her domination.
The moment he rose out of her trance, she could feel his mind grabbing at hers, trying to force her to dominate him into unconsciousness for a sixth time. "I don't want to be free, Mistress. I'm a danger to you and everyone else."
As before, she was worried what would happen if his panicked mind was unleashed. However, him being hypnotized for life was not the answer. Her office began to distort around him as she put up a surprising amount of resistance. Just how much had her base reality changed with that last iteration? Was that feeling of draining him of his powers real?
Glowing cracks began to etch themselves into the air between them and she relented. She felt herself hypnotizing him again, her voice killing his consciousness. The distortions to reality faded away. Unlike last time, she shook of his grip on her mind before he had a chance to have her make alterations to the Lovebirds suggestions.
"We can not keep doing this, Sven. My mind can't take another round of lust fueled transformations."
"I trust you'll find a solution eventually, Mistress. I believe you're strong enough to survive until then."
"This is the sixth time we've reset. If I haven't managed to stabilize you yet, a simple safe word program is not going to cut it."
"So make changes, try again. You're getting stronger, Mistress, I couldn't pull us back into the fantasy this time."
"That's what worries me, though. How can I be gaining powers? How much of those changes in the last version of us weren't you, but me?"
"I mean, what's the worry? You're strong, my lady, you can handle these abilities. Not like me who is pitiful."
She decided to let it drop. If she was being drip fed his talents, so be it. Besides, if he wanted to, Sven could probably force her to take his all of power. Which was a thought both terrifying and arousing.
"You're worried about being a danger when aware, right?"
"Yes."
With his ability to bend reality, she could dominate any one at any time.
