This is a predominantly a Sci fi story with a LW twist. To the anonymous commenter in the previous chapter that said 'Don't go weak sauce', meaning don't let the protagonist lose the will to get revenge, I liked that comment so much I used the line in this story. And you'll find I did not go "weak sauce". I'm having a lot of fun writing this so I believe it's going to be many chapters.
Now it is a given someone is gonna find fault with my understanding of human anatomy and medical procedures. It's a fantasy and by no means are you to take this seriously. Just try to enjoy it!
As always everyone is over 18yrs old.
ENHANCED HUSBAND Ch. 3
As I stood in the doorway listening to my wife Heather's lite snoring, I contemplated the events that have gotten me to this point.
Two days ago I was just a normal guy with a decent career doing what I love, computer engineering. I was married to the love of my life, Heather and we were the envy of the neighborhood. If any of Heather's friends were over I would make myself scarce but could overhear some of their conversation from my home office down the hall. Her girlfriends would say things like, 'you're so lucky, your husband is not only a good provider, he also is not hard to look at' or 'oh my god your children are going to be good looking and smart! I'm so jealous!' And the same was true for my friends. Only they would say things like 'dude, if I had a wife that looked like yours, you guys would never see me' or 'yeah Jimmy, how the fuck did you land such a smoke show? I'm so jealous!' Of course my friends didn't have much of a filter but I knew they meant no harm.
I felt good about our future as a couple that would soon start having children.
That was two days ago. A lot can change in two days. For one, I discovered that Heather was not only cheating on me with her boss, Paul Samuels, she was also his corporate whore, fucking who ever he put in front of her for financial gain. I also found out why we haven't had sex in a month. Seems her boss had a huge cock and Heather didn't enjoy or appreciate what I had to offer in the way of endowment any more. Then there's the revelation that my beautiful wife now believes herself to be a depraved, submissive, slut, that craves humiliation, chastisement and all around abuse. And judging by the way she responded to me when I punished and humiliated her, she wasn't wrong about her proclivities. Like I said, a lot could happen in two days.
After discovering my wife in bed with her boss, cumming all over his cock and ridiculing me about the size of my dick, I was desperate for a solution. I wanted revenge of course but I also wanted my life back. I now know my life will never be the same.
Completely by accident, as fate would have it, I discovered a clinic that offered a unique way to fix my...problem. Dr. Landry, the head of the clinic, injected me with nanites, microscopic machines that perform a multitude of functions, such as increasing or decreasing any body part that doesn't contain bone. Changing a bone's length could traumatize my body and therefore kill me. I accepted that the nanites had limitations.
After getting Heather to admit what she and her boss were up to and how it all came about, I realized that Heather was a partial victim in all of this. Partial, because she supposedly was drugged at first then blackmailed. She should have come to me and sought my help, you know like a trustworthy wife would have done. But instead she wallowed in her predicament and gave in to these 'new feelings' of hers. Participating in my humiliation and betrayal.
Two days might as well have been two lifetimes.
Last night, using my new abilities, I made Heather cum so many times she passed out twice. I made her submit to me by taking her in every hole multiple times, giving her more orgasms then she's ever had in any 24 hour period. By the end of it, she was crying, calling me master, swearing to obey my every command. So now she was fully on board to assist me in getting revenge on the one person most responsible, Paul Samuels.
In order to get that justice, I told Heather to act as if nothing has changed. For her to pull that off she was going to have to keep having sex with her asshole boss, at least for now. I could tell that was not what she wanted to hear but with her head bowed in submission, she agreed to keep up appearances. I knew she was exhausted so I sent her upstairs to shower and go to bed when she asked if I was coming up too. I told her I'll be up when I'm good and ready slut! This had the desired effect of crushing any hope that she may have been holding on to that things between us were on the mend.
I, knowing that she is going to have a hard time keeping a poker face in front of her boss, considering that in order for this to work, she would need to be the horny little slut Paul has gotten used to. So I planned on activating the nanites on her G-spot the moment she entered her work place. I figure if I keep her on edge, she'll be climbing the walls to get Paul to fuck her. Which is exactly what I wanted.
At this very moment a top secret military hacking program, that I created, was rewriting the command protocols that limited my ability to give them new commands. I was creating a few Trojan horse nanites that would transfer from Heather to Paul the moment his dick penetrated her. The nanites would travel to his nut sack undetected and give him an extreme vasectomy. When I say extreme I mean after they sever his ability to ejaculate, they would then destroy his ability to produce testosterone and lastly the nanites will use his own cells to create estrogen, effectively taking his manhood away and making him my bitch.
Just then Jimmy heard a ding letting him know the nanites were ready for reprogramming.
I was having an amazing dream in which Jessica Alba was trying to suck my impossibly large cock. It must have been 14 or 15 inches in length and 4 inches in diameter. She couldn't even get the baseball sized head past her lips so she resigned to licking the shaft and balls, coating my meat pole with lots of saliva while stroking me with both hands.
I was nowhere near cumming but man it felt so fucking good.
She started getting desperate to please me and was forcing her lips around my cock head until it finally popped in but had nowhere to go. There was no way she would be able to take more of me in so she went back licking me up and down. That's about when the begging began.
"Fuck it's so big! I need it in me please take me and ruin me. Destroy my pussy PLEASE! How is it even possible? Fuck you ARE a god, you're my master, my conqueror, my DADDY, My everything!" She begged and licked and begged and licked some more.
When I heard her call me a god, I thought, wow exactly what Heather called me. Wait...Heather, where was my wife? I was now confused as to how Jessica Alba got into my house and where my wife was. And then I woke up! The nanites helped me adjust my eyes to the dark room, one of the many abilities I programmed into the microscopic machines last night.
First thing I saw was my wife Heather trying to get my monster cock in her mouth, the same monster cock in my dream, and whimpering with every failed attempt. The other thing I became aware of was when she wasn't trying to get my huge cock in her mouth, it looked like she was praying, of all things. I'm pretty sure god wasn't interested in her ability to deepthroat. Then I realized she was praying to my cock! I couldn't make out what she was saying but I definitely heard her use the word 'worthy'.
My cock must have grown due to the dream and now my wife was witness to something impossible for her to understand. She kept asking how.
