There's a couple more chapters in this story already written but it'll start to become apparent in this chapter (and even more so in the next one) that I made the character a little too "infinite powery" which is why I started on Divine Poker. So this chapter starts the wrap up to this story line. It's still a fun ride. Hope everyone enjoys it.
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I woke up the next morning to the sight of my beautiful, sexy sister-in-law staring at me while I slept. I jumped with a bit of a shock before remembering the night before. After changing my wife into a clone of her sister, I'd fucked my sister-in-law by proxy while my wife urged me on. The experience had been surreal... though no less surreal than finding that God had given you nearly ultimate power over the love of your life.
I closed my eyes, willing my wife back to her normal body. Well, not normal. The new-improved-hotter-than-hell body she'd asked for. I opened my eyes and my sister-in-law was gone, now replaced by my lovely wife who slept serenely through the whole change. It was hard wrapping my head around all of this, even after a few days of sexy playtime. The endless possibilities continued to swim through my brain which, in turn, caused them to swim down into my cock. That was the other gift from God we got. And my wife loved that one almost as much as the total control I now had over her.
That thought gave me an idea for the day.
I gently nudged Karen's snoozing form, causing her to snore and sputter. I chuckled, Karen was always a heavy sleeper and a night of energetic fucking had turned her practically comatose. But it didn't need to be that way, did it? I started to imagine my wife as a light sleeper but then thought about it. Why stop there? I'd already seen I could make pretty dramatic physical changes to her body, could I change other things? Impossible things? I thought about how cool it would be if my wife didn't need to sleep. How much she could get done in a day without the wasteful time spent unconscious and horizontal. No sooner had the thought entered my mind when Karen's eyes snapped awake suddenly.
"Morning, lover," she said. She started to stretch then got a funny look on her face, "I feel really refreshed. I guess a thorough fucking leads to a good night sleep, huh?"
"I may have tinkered a little," I said with a smirk.
Her smile brightened, "Do tell?"
"I think I made it so you never have to sleep."
"Really?" her eyes went wide, "You can do that?"
"I think I can do anything I want," I told her. She literally moaned in pleasure at those words. My control over her was her greatest desire and kink. It was at a level I'd never appreciated or imagined, however.
"Yesss," she whispered. She stroked one hand along my chest and the other cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple. "Do something else, lover."
"How do you feel about me stripping you down and rebuilding you just the way I want?"
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned again, "Yesss... please... make me perfect for you."
"Even if it's something that the old Karen would hate?"
She got an almost evil twinkle in her eyes, "ESPECIALLY if it's something I would have hated."
"Let's start by taking away that red hair you're so proud of... I think blonde will work."
Her hair shimmered and lightened, turning into a dusky blonde. "Oh," she said in shock as the hair on her shoulder caught her eyes.
"And what have you always said about blondes?" I asked.
"They're not smart," she said.
"No... I think your exact words are 'brainless bubble-headed bimbos'," I said. Again, her eyes went wide as she realized what I was doing. I watched as she got this almost glazed look in her eyes. I tweaked her face subtly, giving her the perfect, vacant bimbo look. People say you can't judge a book by its cover but that doesn't mean that a writer shouldn't make the cover appropriate to the inside of the book.
"Like... what did you do?"
"I made you the thing you used to mock, slut."
"But I'm not a slut," she said.
"That's the thing you're going to protest? Not the fact that I just stripped you of your intelligence?"
She squinted her eyes, "How dumb did you make me?"
I laughed, "What's seven times eight?"
"Uhmm... 32, right?"
I laughed, "56 dummy."
"Like... that's not fair. You can't ask me some dumb calculus problem as a test of my smarts."
"Okay... what's your birthday."
This time she struggled before murmuring, "... uhmm... March? Danny?!?" she said with a pouty whine.
I rolled over on top of her and she looked at me. "I want you young... so I made you young. I want you dumb... so I made you dumb. And you know what else I want, slut?"
Karen's eyes glanced down towards my rock hard cock and she smiled. She knew.
"I want you full of cum... so I'm going to make you full of cum."
Karen spread her legs and wrapped her heels behind my back, "Works for me you big fucking stud."
We spent the morning fucking. My cock never seemed to get tired of entering my wife's eager cunt. And my complete control over Karen meant that she was always ready to go. The combined result was a house that looked like an orgy had happened. It was a mess. And we both hated cleaning.
"Ugh... I hate this part of the weekend. Cleaning up," I said as I started picking up some dishes.
