2 comments/ 41137 views/ 10 favorites The Makeover Ch. 01 By: Genrefic I rang the doorbell and waited. Life after the breakup. It had been at least friendly at first, with her explaining that she just didn't have time for a relationship, what with her workload increasing and her new opportunities freelance writing and hawking her book at trade shows. We had been really good together, and it felt like we had really connected over the course of the relationship. At first, I had even thought that we'd be together long-term, we fit together that well. Her interest steadily declined as her workload increased, though. She was growing more distant, and things finally came to a head, and she ended it. I was unhappy about it, but not enough to really fight for her. She had been growing distant over the last month of our dating, and all the work I put into it was never quite matched on her side. Jennifer appreciated me less and less toward the end, and finally, it didn't seem to bother her much to end it. The humiliating part was that she had essentially dumped me for work. Jennifer was never what you would call a giving person; maybe that was why she hadn't been in very many relationships. I think they made her nervous, in general, since they were situations she couldn't really control, and being intimate with men was difficult for her. She was a librarian, and looked it. On the beaten-down side of thirty-five, not physically fit, with graying hair and a bad hairstyle, given to eccentric jewelry and frumpy clothes, Jennifer just never seemed comfortable in her skin. On the rare occasions that she did, it was because I had fucked her silly, and the incredible amounts of physical pleasure as I brought her to orgasm after orgasm finally won out over her inhibitions, at least for a while. There were only three weekends where I was ever able to make that happen, but they were very promising. They revealed an inner side of her that the rest of the world never had a chance to experience. Those weekends made me want her, even when she left me. The rest of the time, she was needy, grumpy, stressed-out, and usually very busy. The worst was when I could tell she was thinking she was smarter than I was, or needed to decide where our relationship would take us, or any other little thing. She liked to give directions, and the preferred place for her was in the command chair. It came as a surprise to us both when we discovered she liked being submissive. We found that out completely by accident, the first of the "great" weekends, and found that it turned us both on a lot. I liked taking control, and she liked giving it up. We fucked like wild, then, and however much she had a hard time accepting that she liked it afterwards, when we were fucking, and her arms were tied together or I was talking dirty to her and calling her a wanton slut, she really liked it. At times the dirty talk and bondage would get her off when nothing else would; it really made her wet to be subjegated and demeaned like that. Such a woman could be a man's perfect match in bed, if she'd only let herself be. Her friendliness after the break-up utterly disappeared when I made a mistake. I never should've sent her the erotic story I wrote about she and I. In the back of my mind I had thought that the erotic pleasure of it, a tale of bondage and submission, would get her off, maybe even remind her of the good times we had shared together. Boy, was I wrong! Instead, that was what made our amiable, if distant breakup a total clusterfuck. She wrote me an angry email wondering what I could be thinking sending her a sexual message after we had broken up. Her words were harsh and suspicious, like I had done something incredibly wrong, immoral even. I had hoped it would re-kindle things between us, but there was no chance of that. After that, things between us were terrible, and all my attempts to contact her were met with cold, detached hostility. How quickly she found a perch up in her fucking white tower, looking down at me! Her responses to me were superior, smug, and condescending. She had thrown me aside, like so much trash, and was completely over me. It was so humiliating to be treated that way, I felt genuinely hurt that someone I cared so much for would rebuff me so for sending her the kind of story we used to tell each other in bed. After a while, she wouldn't return my calls or my emails. She couldn't have been clearer as to how unwanted, crude, and horrible I was in her mind, and how superior she was to me. Jennifer's inner bitch was suddenly very clear to me, as it had never been before. She was proud, much too proud to ever take me back, and that was the end of it. Or so I thought. That's what got to me the most about it all. I mean, I wanted her back, on some level, but on another level, I wanted some sort of revenge. I wanted to show her she was wrong, to really rub her face in it, and have her beg me for forgiveness. I wanted her to crawl back to me, begging for me to fuck her again, begging me to spend the least amount of time with her, but I didn't see how that would ever happen. I had thought that the ship of Jennifer had already sailed. But that was before I found the Lamp. The Lamp changed everything. Waiting for her to come to the door, I smiled a little. Jennifer was a suspicious person, and was sure to look through the peephole. Sure enough, I heard her voice come through the door. "Tom?" "Hi, Jennifer, I just need to talk to you for a couple of minutes. Please let me in," I said, sounding as reasonable as I could. On the other side of the door, she was no doubt dithering, trying to figure out something to say to send me on my way. I sent her a wave of static, making sure that no concrete thoughts would form in her mind, and accompanied it with an intense desire to see me, if even just for a little while. The door opened, and Jennifer peeked around it at me, still suspicious of my motives. Inwardly, I smiled. She was right to be suspicious of me, at the moment I was about to begin my revenge. She was wearing her traditional librarian garb, long skirt and professional blouse with long-sleeved top over it, odd little knick-knacky necklace and bracelets emphasizing her own quirky sense of fashion, pale eyes peering at me through her granny-glasses, her face nearly indistinguishable within the frame of the semi-pageboy hairstyle she sported. And the gray hair she was so oddly proud of! As if she was glad to be past her youthful years, her sexual years, the years when she was actually a woman, instead of just a mind in a body! Yes, that was her, my librarian ex-girlfriend. Not that much to look at with her clothes on, she'd never be picked out of a crowd by anyone. At least, not yet. A smile appeared on her face as she looked at me. I cranked up the pleasure she felt at seeing me, making her react to me like a starving woman to food. Now, she couldn't wait to talk to me! "Oh, wow, Tom, you look great! Come on in, please!" She held the door wide open for me, her mind still filled with the static I was broadcasting at her, and feeling positively joyous at the prospect of having me insider her house for a while. I came in and shut the door behind her, locking it and throwing the deadbolt. Privacy was needed for what I had in mind. I took off my coat and threw it on the couch, then turned to look at her. "I can't believe it, you look so. . .so fit," she practically whispered. And I was. In the three months since she had seen me, I had gone from pudgy and weak-muscled to chiseled and impressive, and I was even four inches taller, making me a towering 6'4" in my stocking feet. My hair was thicker, and blonder, my face sculpted to be as handsome as possible. The tight black t-shirt and jeans I wore only emphasized my new physique, and it was obvious she liked what she saw. I turned off the static, and Jennifer reeled a bit. Her normal coldness re-asserted itself immediately. "Tom, I don't have time to talk tonight. I have a lot of work to do, as I'm sure you know, and I can't----" I cut her off mid-sentence by sending a strong pulse of heat at her. She gasped, and flinched as the wave hit her, causing her pussy to moisten, her nipples to tighten up, and her libido to crank up through the roof. Her eyes were devouring my body, and they lingered a long moment on the large bulge in my jeans as well. I just stood there in front of her, not saying anything. Jennifer frowned. She wanted to throw me out, wanted to yell at me, wanted to tell me what a stupid jerk I had been, but more than any of that, she wanted me to fuck her. I let her chew through that and walked out of the room and up the steps to her kitchen, knowing that her eyes would be glued to my newly-sculpted ass as I went. I got a drink from the fridge, then went into her bedroom. It was messy as always, books and papers and her laptop scattered around on top of the bed, the covers disheveled, empty glasses with traces of diet coke everywhere. Hmph. The librarian writer's room, the place where she compiled articles and blogged and tweeted and god knows what else about her profession, and about learning, and about all the other stuff. I swept the bed clear of papers and books, throwing them to the floor with a certain satisfaction, and dumped the laptop a little more carefully in her overflowing basket of laundry. I kicked off my shoes and sat on the bed facing the door, waiting, and took a long pull off the water I had found in the fridge. Jennifer walked up the stairs, finally, and saw me in her bedroom. Her instincts warred with her desires, and I could see her firming up her resolve even as she walked into the room. "Tom, I really think you should go," she said, her voice getting more determined as she spoke. "I just don't think I can afford the time, I have these deadlines. . ." her voice trailed off as she looked at what I had done to her room. I could see an angry flush to her face as she finally got mad. She had hit upon a course of action at last, even through the static that kept cycling through her brain. "I want you to go right now," she said, raising her voice more and more, her arms crossed resolutely over her chest. I hopped up off the bed, took two steps over to her, and touched the side of her face, at the same time throwing a wave of pure lust at her. "Oh, god, Tom, you feel so good," she moaned. I increased the desire she was feeling, and cupped her left breast roughly. "Oh, uh, uh, would you, would you stay?" Her head twisted in ecstasy as I caressed her cheek, and it was obvious she was practically ready to cum from me touching her. "That is," she gasped, "would you stay and, and fuck me? I really need it," she whispered. Her hot hands rubbed all over my stiffening cock through the material of my jeans. She wanted me bad. I just nodded, grinning. It was easy to make her do what I wanted, now, and she didn't even know the half of it. "I don't know, Jen," I said, enjoying the feel of her body against mine, "I don't want to interfere with your work. I know it's more important than I am." "No, Tom, it's not that, really. I just. . .oh god, I want you so bad!" Her caresses were more frantic now, her need building to the unbearable point. I tweaked her right nipple and she let out a low moan. "Mmmmmm. . .oh god that's good." I was making her incredibly turned on, but also to feel like shit for her past treatment of me. Let her twist in the wind for a while! "Remember the last time we were together in this very bed? You threw me out after you came. Said you needed time to work, but that wasn't it. You were satisified, you had cum and cum well, and what was unimportant? My needs! My needs were never met." I broke off touching her and turned a step away. By this point, her pussy was lubricating, and she was so horny she was practically panting. Almost nothing I could say or do would stop her from wanting me, and wanting me bad, now. "I don't know if I can take that kind of emotional risk again," I said, mock-seriously. She clutched at my arm, and looked up at me, clearly worried. She frowned, a look of near-panic on her face now. "I'm so sorry, Tom, that was wrong of me. I never should've done that. You know I never wanted to hurt you," she said, rubbing my cock again, which kept growing harder and harder. This teasing was really getting me off; I was practically ready to cum in my pants! Jennifer kissed my neck, as tenderly as she could. "Oh, I've been so selfish. I really have. I want to make it up to you. If you'll only fuck me now, I'll do anything you want. Really, Tom, anything." I arched an eyebrow. "Really? Anything?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out a doggy choke-chain. "You'll even submit to the collar?" Jennifer practically sobbed when she saw it. "Oh, of course, Tom, of course I'll wear it. And as long as I do, I'll be yours, your willing slut. Anything you want, you know. . ." I kissed her, stopping the flow of words. "I do know, Jen," I said, slipping the collar over her head and around her neck. She looked much hotter collared like that, and almost tearful. Hmmm, was "almost" enough? I slapped her across the face once, forcefully. She moaned in pain and pleasure, mixed. The tears were spilling out of her, now, and running down her face. "Never disobey me again, you whore!" I told her, and was very turned on by the look of worship in her eyes. She was crying, and it was clear she wanted to make it up to me so very badly, I just had to let her. I had her out of her clothes very quickly, all the dumpy drab librarian clothes, in seconds. She was down to her floral panties, more in the style of boy shorts than anything else, and her huge, custom bra. I bent her over her bed as I yanked her panties down, and wrenched the hooks of her bra as I roughly ripped it off her, throwing the lot on the floor with the papers and books. Then I turned her around to me, and looked her in the face. "Nothing will ever be the same now, Jennifer," I said, and stroked her cheek. She sighed, and sagged against me. I took her glasses off and hurled them against the wall, where they broke noisily. Jennifer glanced at what I did, but didn't comment, she was too horny by now to care. "It's okay. You don't need those anymore, Jennifer." As I looked at her face, I concentrated on her eyes being better, and she flinched as the familiar golden glow of my healing touch spread across them, as well as the small pain that accompanied it. I kissed her on the lips and ran my hands all over her body, and she responded in turn. "Tom, what did you do, how did you. . .?" She broke the kiss, and focused her gaze on me. I just laughed at her. "I can fix things now, babe. Just like I'm going to fix you." I kissed her again, and tasted her hot lips and tongue with my mouth while she fumbled with my pants and underwear, pulling them down to my ankles. She gasped when she saw my cock, and took it in her hand. It was fully hard, now, and a bit over eight inches long. She was amazed at its new length and width, and couldn't seem to let go of it. I tossed her on the bed and shed the rest of my clothes. I knelt on the bed and Jennifer gladly spread her legs for me. She was so wet, so turned on, she didn't bother to think about what was happening for once, she just enjoyed it. I was hard as could be, and put my large cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. I kept it there, slowly rubbing the head against her hot little button, making her wetter and wetter, while I caressed her stomach, thighs, and breasts. She writhed against me, rubbing my cock with the lips of her well-lubed pussy. She normally only got this way after a long, slow build-up session of pussy-licking and clit-rubbing, where I had teased her for a long, sensuous period with my hands and tongue. She was absolutely desperate to fuck, twisting and bucking against me like she couldn't wait for my cock to plow into her fiercely. Jennifer was as turned on as I'd ever seen her, and it wasn't going to go anywhere but up from here! With one quick thrust, I shoved my hard cock inside her waiting pussy, and felt her muscles clench my tool tightly. I was now significantly bigger than I had been before, so her pussy was stretched nicely by my fucktool. She gasped and panted, so turned on by the feel of our bodies moving together that she couldn't help but grind against me wildly. She met each of my thrusts, and moaned with all the pleasure of the incredible dicking she was getting. There was a brief glow of golden light around her pussy, and she winced in pain as my powers changed her again. I made her pussy more able to lubricate, and enhanced the pleasure she received from my thrusts, and from stimulation to her clit. As soon as the pain passed, Jennifer cried out in ecstasy as her pussy sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She was in heaven! I fucked her slowly, then faster, always thrusting hard, almost hitting her cervix each time. After only a minute or so, Jennifer's pussy let loose with a blast of pussy juice as she came with a vengeance. I just kept fucking her, enjoying the feeling. I could see her orgasm subsiding, and feel her energy levels dropping. In the past, Jennifer liked to say "I'm really wiped out" the moment she came, and just lay there in languor, usually for the rest of the night. I had never been with a woman who came once and was so incredibly done. Most women could cum again and again, in my experience, and it had always bothered me that, the moment she was done, we were done, whether I had cum or not. The old Jennifer just wasn't very giving, sexually. As she looked at my face, about to tell me to stop, I cranked up her desire again, and banished any thoughts of tiredness, even as the golden glow spread through her body again. "Oh," she yelled, as the pain swept through her nerves, marking new changes to her body. I banished her fatigue, gave her more stamina and overall energy, and even removed the extra thirty pounds she was carrying at the same time. She yelled again, this time incoherently, as the pleasure from my cock, combined with the pain of the process, hit her all at once. She came again, and looked at me in amazement. "Tom, what. . .what are you. . .unh. . .unh. . ." she grunted, clearly having trouble focusing on anything but how good she felt. "I. . .unh. . .what are you. . .doing to me?" Emotion warred with emotion on her face; she was turned on like never before, and getting the fuck of her life, but there was real fear there, too. What was I doing to her? I flipped her over so that she faced down onto the bed, then plunged back into that hot steaming pussy. Jennifer had always avoided doggy-style before, she said it was demeaning, but now, with her pussy on fire and her whole body tingling, she gladly gave herself up to it. As I fucked her, I gripped her wonderful ass cheeks and kneaded them. They were absolute heaven, now! With one finger, I stroked her clit while I fucked her, then, when it was dripping with her lubricant, I slowly pushed it up her tight butthole. She let out an animalistic scream and started grunting out, "yes! yes! yes! yes!" in time to my thrusts. I began fucking her harder, thrusting her deeper and deeper into the matress, feeling the room shake, one hand grabbing her tits roughly, the other hand right at the entrance to her ass. It felt really good to have complete access to her body, she'd let me do anything to her now! And her tits were much hotter now, too! They had a nicer shape, and another burst of golden light bled off them as I changed the nipples, making them more sensitive, and making them stimulate Jennifer's sex drive more. I smiled down at her. "What am I doing, Jennifer? Think of it as a makeover, I'm making you. . .better." My smile was cruel, and I think she would've started panicking if she hadn't been getting fucked so thoroughly. The Makeover Ch. 01 Each time I rammed into her, I twisted her nipples harder, made her cry out more in pain and ecstasy. Jennifer had never felt this, never been so completely turned on, so willing to give in to whatever her lover wanted. This, this was pure bliss, and she realized she couldn't ever let me go. When I came inside her pussy, it was explosive, my hot cum coating her insides in jet after jet. She screamed as she came, hips bucking against me franticly. She was almost incoherent, she just kept saying, "oh, god, oh unh oh yes, oh unh yes, oh yessss!" Her eyes went wide as I emptied the last of my load into her waiting pussy. "Oh, Tom, you didn't wear a condom? Oh, god, no. . ." Even as she realized the danger, she still pushed against my cock, unwilling to let go for even a moment. I made one more last thrust inside her willing pussy, smiling at the thought of all that cum flooding her insides, then lowered myself down onto her, kissing her lips, and keeping my softening cock inside her. I bit her lip and forced my tongue into her mouth, keeping her completely aroused; she kissed me back, still very turned on even with the thought of possibly getting pregnant, something else she had never wanted.. What Jennifer didn't know was that I had modified her body as we fucked in another way as well: physical contact between us got her hot, and her body responded by making her want to fuck me, even after a slight touch. The more I touched her, the more aroused she became, until she positively craved my cock and my body. She responded to my touch like the horny little slut she was becoming, but her mind was still present enough to be afraid of having a baby. "You won't get pregnant, dear. Not until I want you to, at least, so no worries." She was still nervous, a look of concern on her face, but my kisses were insistent, and got her incredibly wet all over again. I threw a wave of curiousity and longing at her, both for my cock. She had never really enjoyed sucking me off before, but now. . .? Jennifer glanced away, then back at me. I leaned up from her a little, and said, "Yes?" "Um, could I. . .I'd really like to suck your cock." I smiled at her lasciviously. Before, I had always had to ask her to, and it had been obvious she hadn't really liked it much, which really lowered my enjoyment of it, as well. Now, my body and my touch were setting her on fire, she couldn't get enough of me. Revenge had never been so sweet! I rolled off her and onto my back, my cock making a soft plop as it came out of her cum-soaked pussy. She crawled down between my legs to get at my cock, but then stopped, wrinkling her nose as she smelled our combined cum coating my cock. It was a sticky mess, and she wavered uncertainly, clearly unable to decide whether to suck me or not. The sight and smell of it was too much for her, despite smelling obscenely good to me. She didn't like my cum's flavor, or the feel of it in her mouth, and had been kind of repulsed by her own juices. I remembered that much. I grinned at her. All that was subject to change, now. I altered her sense of smell and what she liked to taste and feel in her mouth, causing another brief glow to burst out from her face. Jennifer gasped, then swallowed. She stared at my cock as if mesmerized--- the smell of our combined juices was intoxicating, she couldn't wait to stuff my cock in her mouth! She licked my cock from the base all the way to the tip like it was the most delicious thing she had ever had, then took as much of it as she could in her mouth. She was in heaven, and the feel of her now-wicked mouth hoovering away on my cock wasn't bad for me, either! I let her happily suck me, and found myself getting hard almost immediately. In addition to my other enhancements, I had increased my own stamina several days ago, back when this had all started. The genie looked resigned to his task. "Three wishes, yes, that's what you get, you know the drill. What'll it be? Immortality? Wealth? The love of your life?" I just grinned at him wolfishly. He had no idea who he was talking to. I'd had ideas about which three wishes I'd ever take since childhood, and they had only gotten more elaborate. "None of the above, please. I'll build my own wealth and happiness. First: I wish for the ability to affect people's minds and feelings when they're around me: to make them happier, sadder, more aroused, more forgiving, whatever I want, and I want to be able to do it at will. If I want them to think a certain thought, they won't be able to resist it." The genie looked stunned. He had clearly never heard as detailed a wish as that before. He glumly obeyed, and gestured at me. I could feel the newfound power moving through my body already, and I grinned at the thought of what I'd do! "Second, I want the ability to alter people's bodies, including my own, with a mere thought, whether to make them taller, thinner, fatter, have more hair, different color eyes, skin, more muscle tone or less, healthier or less healthy, younger, older, anything I like, and I want to be able to make these changes at will." This time, the genie didn't even sigh as he gestured, and I had the second power bestowed upon me. "Third, oh Genie mine, I want to feel the approach of any and all life-threatening danger to me well in advance of its arrival, say, with a tingling in the back of the neck." I practically grinned ear to ear as I made that one! None of my future shenanigans would be dangerous to me, which means I'd have a long life to enjoy them in. Spidey-sense, too, what a set of powers! The genie complied with my wishes, then disappeared, along with his lamp. He seemed to be in a bit of a huff, like he knew I had outfoxed the standard list of boring wishes. These abilities would provide me endless entertainment, I knew, as well as get me exactly what I wanted. I knew I had to experiment with my abilities, so I went outside my apartment and sat on the steps, waiting for one of my neighbors to come home. I didn't have long to wait. In almost no time at all, Sherise, my next-door neighbor, pulled into the lot and parked. As she got out, I admired her body like I always did. She was very curvy, and best of all, had a great ass, it was truly bootylicious. She was cute, african american, had beautiful dark skin that practically demanded to be stroked, and had an ass that was very tasty. Every time I saw her coming home or going out I wondered what it would be like to fuck her, but she also had a boyfriend, a serious guy she never messed around on, as far as I could tell. Time to see how her willpower stood up to my new abilities of persuasion! She grabbed her things out of the car and started up the walk, and finally saw me. I nodded in her direction, and sent a wave of lust for me at her. Her steps faltered and she dropped her purse. I got up while she bent over to scoop it up, and sent the thought at her, "My neighbor's kind of cute. I wonder if he's single?" along with another wave of desire. She got her stuff in order and looked at me as I walked up to her. "Hi, Sherise. Great day we're having, isn't it?" I smiled my nicest smile at her, all the while imagining her naked, the feel of her luscious skin on mine. "Yes, yes it is. Say, Tom, would you mind coming over to my place with me? For a minute? We never, uh. . . talk," she said, slightly embarrassed at her excuse for my visit. "Sure, I'd be glad to," I said, putting an arm around her shoulders. She looked up at me and smiled, clearly enjoying our closeness. It had worked! She smelled wonderful, and I hugged her once, then walked with her up and into the building. She unlocked her door and went in, putting her things down on the table in the living room. I walked up to her, put one hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her to me. I kissed her, cranking up her feelings of lust even further, and sent the thought, "oh my god, I've got to have him" at the same time. She pressed against me sensuously. "Um, Tom, I know this is sudden, but would you mind very much having sex with me? Right now, I mean." Sherise's cute face was embarassed, but still hopeful. I could tell she really wanted it from me, she wasn't reacting like a puppet or a robot would, or just following orders. Her feelings for me were absolutely real, as far as she was concerned. That made it even better. I smiled at her, and kissed her hot little lips. Our tongues writhed together as I held her, feeling my cock grow suddenly rock-hard as she pressed against me. There's absolutely nothing like a sure thing, and I suddenly realized everyone was a sure thing, from now on! "I don't mind at all, Sherise. You don't need to be faithful to your boyfriend?" I caressed her breasts as I asked her, sending waves of pleasure through her hot body. Nothing like helping her make up her mind, I thought! I wanted to see how she'd handle her conflicting desires with her conscious decisions. "No," she said, kissing me again passionately. "I don't want him, I want you, I want that great cock of yours in me, Tom." She was rubbing my dick insistently, her mind clearly made up. "He's a rotten lover, anyway. And somehow, I think this is going to be worth it." She grinned at me wickedly, grabbed the waistband of my jeans, and led me toward the back of her apartment, where she immediately started stripping. Her body was even better than I had realized, and she had a nice shaved pussy that was already dripping with excitement. Her nipples were incredibly dark and exotic, and her hourglass curves just turned me on endlessly. I fucked her all afternoon long. It was heavenly! She acted on the impulses I sent her, moving in synch with my body and my desires like a perfect symphony of lust and need, and we brought each other to new heights of sexual bliss. With careful experimentation, I was able to give her the greatest sex of her life, and the best of mine, too. When I left her, she happily told me that I should come back and fuck her often, anytime I liked, and as I kissed her, I realized that I would be back, her body was just too good to pass up on for long. That just left a trip to Jennifer's to see how well I could implement my plan. Payback is heaven, I thought. On the drive over, I thought about it. Jennifer needed much more than a slight attitude adjustment, as had been the case with Sherise. Sherise was obviously a generally nice, sexually free person, who acted on her desires. Jennifer, on the other hand, was always at war with herself, trying to be this stuck-up paragon of intellect, who usually denied her own body's desires and needs. She had given me the boot from her life when spending time with me would conflict with some of her professional goals and had never looked back. What I wanted from her, what she really needed, was a real transformation in attitude. She needed to realize what an awesome lover she had in me, and she needed to treat me infinitely better than she had in the past; I needed that payback from her. I wanted her to love and worship me, and honor my cock as much as humanly possible. A complete fall from her high horse was also in order: the smug bitch who thought she was always in control needed to learn to crawl and submit to me and my desires, if only for being so utterly dicky to me before. Humiliation on her part, yes. And, while I was at it, a total body makeover, too. If she was going to be my fuck toy, she would be an incredibly sexy one, too! Back in her bed, Jennifer blew me as I told her how to give head better. In the past, I would never have critiqued a woman I was with or told her she wasn't blowing me correctly, but with my new abilities, I could be as truthful as I wanted, and really teach her how to give me more pleasure. "No, no, more tongue, baby, and let's watch those teeth. You never were any good at getting me off by blowing me, were you?" She looked up at me, clearly ashamed to have to admit the truth. I patted her on the head, and got her back to work. Motivation, that was part of what she needed. I sent another feeling of intensity at her, the complete satisfaction, the utter joy she'd feel of being able to make me cum in her mouth. The taste of my cum would be heavenly, and the feel of it on her tongue and on her lips would almost bring her to orgasm all by itself. She started sucking on me almost frantically, anxious to see for herself what it would be like. That was when I suddenly remembered, she had a jaw condition that caused her pain when she talked too much, if she slept without a mouth guard, or if she chewed something really tough. It would make a kind of clicking, and the pain would increase and increase. . .I had completely forgotten! Sometimes, just from blowing me for a while, her jaw would start to hurt her unbearably, and even the threat of that pain kept her from doing it other than rarely. There was no reason to let that stand in the way of my fun. Another glow spread through her mouth, jaw, and neck made her drop my cock completely. "Ow! Oh, that's. . .Not my jaw, too," she said, rubbing the side of her mouth, then her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, it feels so good, it's like I never had any problem with my jaw at all!" She stopped rubbing her neck, and looked at me worshipfully. "I can't believe it! Oh Tom, thank you so much, you don't know what this means to me! I feel wonderful, for the first time in years!" "That pain won't trouble you at all anymore, Jennifer. You'll be able to suck my cock all day long, now." I sent another wave of emotion at her, a pulse of intense gratitude that matched and increased her own natural feelings, and she smiled lovingly at me as she stuffed my cock into her mouth again and began licking it like it was ice cream. Over the next half an hour, Jennifer learned how to be an expert cocksucker. She took my every instruction to heart, even though it was delivered in a completely clinical way, and even licked my balls and caressed them just the way I liked it while getting head. She had me cumming in her mouth with such intensity I thought I would pass out, and the feel of my cock in her mouth obviously gave her such pleasure she couldn't get enough of it, either. I groaned as I coated her mouth with my sticky jizz; her lips and tongue showed my cock no mercy! She sucked and licked every drop from my cock, moaning out her own delight. She glanced up at me, then, and sighed in contentment, then rubbed my still-wet dick against her lips and cheeks, clearly loving every minute of it. She rested her chin on my thigh, my cock still gripped in her right hand, and looked up at me, clearly very happy she had given me such great head. "Can I suck you off every day?" She asked, grinning. "Anytime you want, baby, I'll let you suck me off any time. Whenever you get the urge, just get those dick-sucking lips on my cock, and I'll oblige you with another hot load of jizz." I smiled at her, completely content. She was an utter whore for my cock, now, and didn't even question it. The next few days were going to be very interesting indeed! "Now, stand up and let me see you." I had much more planned for her makeover, she didn't know the half of it, yet. She eagerly followed my instructions, and stood at the side of the bed. I rolled over and leaned on one elbow. "Hmmm, let's see. You're about 5'3" now, which is much too short for me. Let's make you a still-petite 5'6", much closer to standard size." She stood very still as the glow gripped her again, and could feel her bones flare up in brief pain, then grow longer, and better proportioned. She didn't object to the changes I made at all. After fixing her jaw and neck, I think she wouldn't object to any changes to her I made. "Now, the hair, let's fix that. I know you think gray shows your maturity, your life struggles, your character, and all of that, but let's face it, it makes you look old and frumpy in the extreme. Even though you're only 37, you could easily pass for ten years older." She looked hurt when I said it, but only nodded. Of course I was right. I was right about everything. This time, the glow spread through her hair, making it grow longer, fuller, and a more natural, lustrous brown. Within seconds, the gray page-boy cut was gone, and Jennifer looked much sexier. "Go look in the bathroom mirror," I said, and she dashed out of the bedroom. "Tom, I look so good. I can't believe it. Thank you," she said when she came back. I sent another wave at her, this one of love and devotion, and she smiled as she realized how much she needed me, couldn't do without me, and wanted desperately to please me. She smiled as she crawled into bed with me. "Oh Tom," she said, kissing me passionately. "Thank you thank you thank you! What can I do to show you how much I appreciate what you've done?" One of my fingers found her tight, puckered asshole, and slid inside a bare half-inch. She gasped in surprise. Her ass had always really turned me on, and the thought of fucking it, hard, had always really turned me on. Right now, with my finger in her tight hole, she only felt pleasure as her sphincter walls stretched out. "Ohhhh, that feels good. Would you like to fuck me there? Would you like to fuck my hot ass?" I kissed her in response. She knew I did, and my questing finger probed her asshole deeper and deeper as we kissed. Since my touch now just turned her on more and more, even a sensitive area like her asshole was now just an incredible pleasure zone. Before, she had never let me fuck her there, and hadn't even liked it if I had dipped a fingertip in, saying she was too tight, and that it made her uncomfortable. Now, she only felt pleasure as I explored her ass with my fingertip. "Oh god, Tom, I do want it. You know I do, please, please, do it." I bit her lip. "Do what? You need to tell me," I said, grinning. "Please fuck my ass. Put that hard cock of yours up my asshole and make me cum." Her eyes were on fire with lust now, I could tell she was craving it for the first time ever. I grabbed her ass, turned her over to face downward on the bed, and spread her ample cheeks wide, making her tight little asshole open up, just a little. Then, I eased my cockhead up against the entrance to her hot, tight, little anus. Of course, every touch from me drove her wilder for more, so she practically screamed in delight at the feel of my cock at the entrance to her little brown eye. Finally, I was thrusting inside her ass, manhandling her ass cheeks, grunting with the intensity of it. I fucked her asshole fast and deep, and she did her best to match my thrusts, pushing back against my cock, my balls slapping against her as we fucked. I didn't last long at all before I came inside her, my cum burning a hot trail up her asshole. I willed my cock to stay hard, and kept fucking her for another tasty stretch, hearing her moan and groan and beg for more of my cum. The second time I came, Jennifer passed out in a sexed-out stupor, a well-fucked smile on her face. That night we fucked again several times, and Jennifer happily swallowed my jizz, a contented smile on her lips, or rubbed her ass cheeks against my cock until I consented to fuck her ass, or rubbed her wet pussy in my face until I ate her out, or fucked her silly. It was a long night of catching up, and discovering new things about ourselves. The night was nearly gone by the time we fell asleep. All that weekend we had a great time together, since the sex was always very good for both of us, and since she was always in a good mood. Just being with me made her happy, and she practically fawned over me at any time. She would wake me in the morning by sucking my cock, an experience I was rapidly growing to appreciate, and she made sure to tell me how much she loved me and how happy she was to be with me, and to be able to please me. The Makeover Ch. 01 This was phase 1 of my plan, and it was going very well: Jennifer the ideal, I called it to myself. We made it out of the house once by Sunday afternoon, and went to the mall to find Jennifer some more suitable clothes. Her credit card took a serious hit that day, we needed new underwear for her, where she was ecstatic to be able to buy cheap bras right off the rack, no more custom jobs for her with her new, slimmer build. We bought her all-new shoes, every one of which was high-heeled, even two pairs of sexy stillettos. I made sure that the skirts she bought for work were never below the knee, and the tops, though modest, always showed off her newly-hot figure. Her skin practically glowed with health and sex appeal, and I could tell it really turned her on to see other men admiring her as we shopped. We threw away her silly collection of ugly jewelry, and Jennifer laughed with me when I pointed out how ridiculous they looked. The new, very hot Jennifer had no need of funky accessories to be noticed; she didn't need to proclaim her individuality and quirky taste; she was hot, and as a very fuckable woman, all she had to do was be herself. And the world would gladly accept any self she wanted to be. I bought her another collar, a substantial leather one with a nice metal leash ring, for her to wear when we were at home together. We made an evening of going through her closets and throwing out all the bargain-basement chunky librarian clothes. Finally, Jennifer was ready for work the next day. That week flew by, and every night Jennifer came home, glad to put work behind her and have the chance to get naked with me and fuck me silly. She was absolutely dripping by the time she got her car in the garage, and I was more than glad to oblige her desires for my cum. It was an idyllic week, but it was just the beginning. The next day was Saturday, the day I showed Jennifer her real self. Jennifer felt the tingle/burn of the changes I made as the glow roamed all over her body, making her wake up from her orgasmic dreams in all-over body pain. She groaned as the glow left her, squeezing her eyes shut. "Ooooh, Tom, what did you do to me?" she asked, still a bit fuzzy from sleep. Her arms were stretched above her head, and her legs were slightly apart, revealing the slight landing strip I had shaved above her pussy lips the night before. Her body had just undergone major changes, and all of them were good. She now looked like a porn star, her whole body built for sex, and made to drive men wild with lust. I knew it was true, since I had just made it so. Curiousity got her up and over to the full-length mirror we had bought so that she could look at herself each morning as she dressed for work. The original Jennifer, the one I had dated, would've never wanted to constantly see her own reflection, like the new model did, every time she walked into her room. Over this last week, though, she had begun to really enjoy seeing herself, and I caught her sometimes posing for the mirror. Hardly the behavior you'd expect from a stodgy librarian! But then she really wasn't, anymore. This morning's new look made her gasp in surprise. Her hair was longer than yesterday, and much darker, a deep brown bordering on pure black, and it fell in sexy waves all the way down to her ass cheeks, giving her a really fuckable-looking mane of hair. No academic type like the original Jennifer would ever bother to have hair that magnificent. And her skin. . .it was absolutely flawless----no marks or blemishes of any kind, and now tanned to a rich, healthy brown, no traces of stretch marks, scars or even a hint of cellulite marring the perfection of her skin. It was taught and absolutely perfect. Her breasts were now incredibly full, what we later learned was a 28 DD, but with an unlikely lift to them; even without a bra, they wouldn't sag, but were pert and infinitely suckable. Those tits would draw men's stares no matter how they were confined, and when they were revealed in all their glory, jaws would drop. Even science and genetics couldn't give a woman breasts like these, they were simply unreal. Her nipples were perfectly framed by dark areolae, and stuck out attractively when Jennifer was aroused, which was pretty much always the time, now. Her waist was very small, her stomach flat and almost on the verge of being muscled, and her ass was heart-shaped, with nice round cheeks. She was a delight to look at, and her face was flat-out beautiful. Her eyes an intense green, and her lips full and luscious, definitely dick-sucking lips, now. The way she looked after this makeover, she could make a mint in porn or in regular modeling. If I let her. A frown crossed her now-beautiful face as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I wasn't surprised to see that the effect was----even sexier. "Tom, this doesn't even look like me. I mean, my face, my body, god, I'm gorgeous, but. . .my own mother wouldn't recognize me! How could I live this way? They wouldn't let me in the door ar work!" The frown faded, but she was still mulling her new look over. Distractedly, she reached up and tweaked a hardening nipple. In spite of herself, she was getting aroused, just looking at her newly-fuckable body. "I know, dear," I said to her condescendingly. "That's the beauty of it. Think of it, when we go out, and you look like this, no one will know who you are, no one will recognize you, and no one can trace you, this you, the real you, back to your quiet little librarian life. Because every morning I'll return you to looking the way you did last night. Every day you can go about your job, being the newly-attractive little Jennifer, and no one will ever connect you with your night-time activities. No one will ever know that you are also this magnificent goddess. Think of the freedom of being incredibly sexy, desired by every man around you and a fair number of the women, too, but able to be completely anonymous! How could you say no to it?" Jennifer turned this way and that in the mirror, looking at her new body, clearly entranced by it. Even if I hadn't enhanced her body's sensitivity to pleasure, she'd probably still feel totally into this idea of mine. She had been dumpy and unattractive for so long, now I was offering her a chance at a double life, where she could flaunt her new body, and strut around, acting like a whore for anyone in public, then go back to looking normal for her school and academic life. The boring little unattractive woman would finally get the attention and worship she had never had! I could see her thinking it over, and wondered what scenarios she was picturing. She could seduce one of the other college students at the night class she was taking, without him ever knowing it was her! She could suck off any man she felt attracted to, just to see what his cock was like, and how his sperm tasted, and never see him again! What would appeal to Jennifer the most? I thought I knew. She could act like a bitch in public, knowing the men around her would take it, since she was such a hot piece of ass. They'd pursue her and worship her and let her walk all over them if she liked, because she was so sexy and desireable. I was giving her everything she could ever want, a kind of double identity---good girl during the day, wanton slut at night. The whole world was opening up to her, and she finally saw it. Jennifer frowned at her image again, but seemed lost in thought. Finally, she shook her head. Suspicion and mistrust of the whole thing seemed to have won out. "No, no, it's just not me. I'm sorry, it's a really nice gesture, but. . ." She trailed off, looking into the mirror at her image even more. "I don't think it's really me." I held up the digital camera I had brought with me, and showed her a picture of what she looked like before, what she looked like just last week, when I came in. The old Jennifer was only 5'3" tall, and was obviously overweight. Her breasts were huge, but not very sexy, and her hair was short, grey, and in some sort of artsy/page-boy cut which did nothing to flatter her. With glasses on, she looked the part perfectly: a stodgy librarian. And worse, she knew it. All her life she had been hiding from her body, from her sex, from her femininity. The look of her old self, its clear lack in desireability for most men, had obviously driven her into a career that she thought she could hide in. Who ever noticed librarians? They were expected to be spinsters, anyway. She had lived in that image for so very long, and now here it was, staring her in the face. Would she be brave enough to reject it? She looked from the image to me. "Oh, god, really? That's really the way I looked? How could you have loved me, looking like that?" I smiled at her, and put an arm around her waist, turning the camera off. "I loved you, because sometimes, you let your inner sexy self out. Sometimes. But it was so hard getting it to come out, you were always----reserved, you often wouldn't share of yourself, you were never very giving, in bed or out of it. But I persevered. I knew there was more to you. And now, here it is, you can actually see it. Let your inner self out, Jennifer. Accept this body, and really live in it." A wicked grin spread across her face as she asked me to make her boobs even bigger. I made her taller, too, a spectacular 5'8", almost an Amazon in stature. When we were done, her hair was black, her lips even more erotically sensuous and full, her waist incredibly tiny, and her ass had hot bubble cheeks; an ass that practically begged to be fucked! Her legs were long and very well-toned, when she walked in high heels she would look like an absolute porn goddess. No man would be able to see her and not immediately think of fucking her. I applauded her choices, then, and held her close against me. I told her that her new name was Jenny, something she had always hated being called before, but I told her it went with her new sexy looks and self in a way her old name couldn't. I sent a twinge of naughty pleasure at her every time she heard her new name, and after a bit, she was hooked on it. So, Jenny it was. We fucked at least six times that day, in the shower, in her bed, on the stairs. . .we really explored her new body, and loved what we found. Her constant conditioning from me was having an amazing effect. She was genuinely fun to be around, again, even when we weren't fooling around, and she apologized from time to time about her old behavior, and said that it really embarrassed her to have treated me so badly. I reassured her that I accepted her apologies, and that I'd find ways for her to make it up to me. She was taking to her submissive role better than I could've ever expected. Sunday night had us in the local theater, but not really watching the screen. We only had eyes for each other, and before long, Jenny was happily blowing me in the top row. From the occasional glances back at us, I knew some of the other patrons knew what was going on, so I leaned down over Jenny's bobbing head and whispered to her, letting her know she was putting on a show. Jennifer would've been scandalized, but Jenny kept right at it until she had swallowed a steaming load of my cum. She sat back up in her seat and wiped her lips off with one long finger, then said "yum" to me as she licked it clean. My beautiful Jenny had just leaned in against my shoulder, when an usher came up to us, looking embarrassed. He said that someone had complained about what we were doing. When he said that, his face flushed vividly. He had to be only about 18 or 19, and was clearly stunned by the knock-out sexy woman he was talking to. I just looked at the screen, ignoring him entirely, waiting to see what the new and improved Jenny would do. She reached out to the usher without saying a word and caressed his crotch through his pants, her long fingers stroking his ever-increasing bulge. He was stunned, but let it go on and on, until Jenny motioned him down to speak to him. She whispered in his ear, and he nodded once, quickly. Then he moved past us and sat next to Jenny, who kissed him full on the lips. I was sure he'd be able to taste my cum on her hot lips. Then she undid his fly and fished out his cock, which was already hard. Within moments, she was slurping away on it, and he leaned back in the seat and stared at this gorgeous woman who was giving him the blowjob of his life! She was certainly a fast learner, and was really taking to her new role! With one hand, she gripped the base of his cock, and with the other, she stroked his balls and occasionally dipped a finger down to rub at his asshole. He squirmed in his seat every time she did, and she just kept at it, licking and sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He exploded in her mouth in no time, and she swallowed his load, then licked his softening cock clean, before kissing his ball sack. "Mmmmm, darling, this was nice. Give me your number and we can do this again some time," she purred, and he stuttered out his digits, all the while glancing nervously at me. I just grinned at him and shrugged, as if she were a hot slut I just couldn't control. Little did he know the real truth. When he was gone, Jenny leaned back in to me and breathed in my ear. "Oh, baby, that was awesome, I really loved blowing a total stranger in public. . .and in front of you! That got me so hot! Will you take me into the men's bathroom and fuck me like the hot slut I am?" I grinned my reply at her, and led her off to the men's. Two of the stalls were occupied, but I gave her an intense fucking anyway. Our first intercourse in public, but it wouldn't be our last. The next night, Jennifer came home from work, and I watched her nude body as the glow spread all over it, and saw her porn body come back into being. She was Jenny again, at last! It was clear that she didn't like being trapped in her normal body during the day, even though it looked much better than it had the week before. I could see her relief when she became Jenny again, and her smile was wicked and sexy all at once. And, it was all for me. She wanted to fuck me then and there, but I made her dress in her little black cocktail dress and get ready for an evening out on the town. We were headed to Jenny's first strip club, though she didn't know it yet. In the car, her hands were all over my cock, giving me a raging hardon. By the time we made it into the parking lot of the strip club, I needed her to suck me off badly. She looked at the sign on the front as we drove in, and her face dropped. She had never been to a strip club, of course, and definitely could never have made herself go into a sex shop, for any reason. Jennifer hadn't owned even a plain-jane dildo, and had never tried a vibrator or anything as daring as that. A new look was in her eyes as she grinned wickedly at me, and said, "Oh, we're going to have some truly wicked fun here, tonight!" I parked the car toward the back and let her suck my cock. This was the best, I was happy, and Jenny was happy, enjoying her new body and her new freedom. Part I of the plan was going just fine, it was now time to move on to part II, and see just how far I could make her go as I worked out my revenge.