Divine Gift Ch4

This chapter gets a little... weird. I realized it was important to sort of establish some bounds to Danny's power over Karen. So this chapter has Danny really pushing at those limits to figure out where those lines are. Don't expect most chapters to be like this. The general story will continue kind of as it has been before but I don't write a lot of stories that can go really "weird" ways so this was an interesting stretch for me. Hopefully you guys like it. Also, thanks for the help from the patrons that gave me help/suggestions/edits. You guys are the best.

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I woke up the next morning with Teri on one side of me and Karen… errr… Kandi on the other. Teri, my wife’s little sister, looked completely fucked out. Her body was spread limp across the bed, one leg dangling off and her arm draped languidly across my chest. The liquid evidence of last night’s sex romp was all over and the room reeked of sex. I turned quietly to the other side and searched for my wife. What I saw shocked me. She was staring at me, hand between her legs strumming furiously. She simply looked at me with glassy eyes and mouthed silently, “Please.”

I’d forgotten what I’d done last night. The last time I’d fucked Teri, I’d imagined my wife… well… Kandi, the bimbofied version of my wife… Anyways, I’d imagined her not needing sleep and instead having a desire to edge herself for the whole night. Unable to cum but desperately needing to. She’d been fingering herself for… I checked my watch… Shit… six hours.

I whispered softly, “Cum for me my love.”

She did instantly. Released from the shackles of my perverted imagination, she had a mind shattering orgasm. She screamed and shook violently, unable to utter words but instead only able to vocalize her pleasure in the most primal of ways. Teri stirred on the other side of me but she was so worn out she didn’t wake despite the window rattling bellows of my climaxing wife.

I imagined my wife back to her normal self as she finished her orgasm. I could almost see the intelligence flow back into her brains. She looked at me then glanced at Teri. I’d intentionally put her back mentally to where she’d been before and I watched the emotions play across her beautiful face. The look of horror, then humor and then lust as she remembered all of the things I’d made her do the night before. She’d actually guided my cock into her sister’s waiting cunt. She’d actively made it happen. And now, with history rewritten back to her being herself, she didn’t have the bimbo version of herself to hide behind. It wasn’t Kandi that had done it last night. It was Karen. The embarrassment and arousal that washed over her was practically palpable.

Teri eventually woke up and started to get dressed. Now that Kandi wasn’t reality anymore, she was nicer to Karen. Appreciative and almost apologetic.

“I guess we got carried away last night,” Teri said, combing her hair with her fingers as she looked for the discarded remnants of last night’s outfit. 

“It’s fine. We loved it. Thank you,” I said.

“Well of course YOU loved it,” Teri said flashing me a look halfway between arousal and shame.

“Karen loved it too,” I said, “Didn’t you honey?”

My wife nodded vigorously, “Absolutely. Watching you two together has always been such a fantasy of mine.”

“It has?” Teri asked. I was surprised as well although I’d messed with reality so much at that point who knows what state I’d left history in. 

Karen nodded again, “Absolutely. Danny should get to have anyone woman he wants. And you’re insanely sexy. You guys were like my own little porno and I loved it.”

“I’m not sure I would be that cool about things, Karen,” Teri said as she clipped her bra on. “I think I’d scratch a bitch’s eyes out if she tried to take a ride on that… God… Cock just feels like such an inadequate word for something so divine.”

I chuckled and Karen and I exchanged a little glance. Teri was closer to the truth than she realized. “It is pretty amazing,” Karen said, “But it’s also basically always ready to go. So I don’t get jealous when he fucks someone else with it. I know it’ll be locked and loaded for me in ten minutes anyways.” As if to prove the point, she pulled the sheet back and revealed the already stiff shaft between my legs.

Teri’s eyes dropped down and grazed across my cock lustily. “I better get going. I”m gonna be walking funny for a week as is. If I stay for another round I might have to go see a chiropractor.”

We said our goodbyes and only then did we start talking about what we planned for the day.

“I don’t have any plans,” I said as I watched her try on outfit after outfit, “though maybe this fashion show is my plan for the day.”

“MM… It was so hot what you did to me last night. The way you just… you know… molded me into that dumb little bimbo. Part of me knew it was all fake but I loved it. Thinking almost exclusively with my cunt was… sublime.”

I thought about what she said and closed my eyes. I pictured her not as Kandi the bimbo but this time as Karen the college freshman. A little jean skirt and tank top, complete with a bookbag. “Ohh… Danny… I’m going to be late for classes. I hope you got it all out of your system with my big sister Teri last night because I HAVE to get to class,” she said.

I closed my eyes and pictured her again, this time as high class call girl that I’d payed for the night before. This time she was dressed in a slinky black dress, her now platinum blonde hair descending halfway down her back, “Danny, I had a great time last night but you know I’m on the clock. It’s another five grand if you want me to stay until noon.”

Damn. Apparently when I imagined her as a high class call girl I went REALLY high class. I smiled and closed my eyes again, this time picturing her as a really slutty, trashy barmaid. She had on a pair of daisy dukes and 6 inch heels along with a tight, white crop top with the name of our favorite bar emblazoned across the front. Her pierced nipples were obvious along with the multiple tattoos that she now sported. My favorite was the one of a girl on her knees begging up to a man. Although the tramp stamp that simply said, “Easy” was pretty nice too.

“Danny… Please fuck me all day until I have to go into work. You know how hard it is for me with those guys staring at me all night. I need you to fuck me so I never forget what I have at home, baby. Fuck me like you hate me. Make me walk funny all night so I can’t even fathom cheating on you.”

Her words enflamed me. The thought of someone else having my woman? Both preposterous and enraging. I grabbed Karen’s wrist and yanked her down to the bed. She yelped and looked up at me. “Fuck me baby. Fuck me like you hate me,” she said. I yanked her shorts down roughly then flipped her over, eliciting another yelp. She got her on her knees and started to fuck her but then thought of something. I made a small change in her and positioned my cock not at her cunt but at her ass. “Oh baby… Not my ass… You know how much I hate that,” she said though the wiggling of her ass at me and the way she was now spreading her cheeks belied the words. That was the change I’d made in her. She liked to pretend like she hated anal but the truth was, her best orgasms were always from anal… at least they were now. Thanks to a little bit of divine reality manipulation, my wife now had an ass that was always clean, insanely sensitive and just as well lubricated as her already eager pussy.

“Shut up, bitch,” I said with a smile as I eased into her. “You wanted me to fuck you like I hate you? Well here it goes.”

I pressed into her hard. Her ass was perfectly accommodating, exactly as I’d imagined it, and I slipped in fully despite my new girth. Karen grunted under me as I bottomed out. “Fuck… I feel so fucking full,” she breathed. She took some deep breaths in preparation as she pulled off me a little then slammed her perfect ass back into me. She was insanely tight and the warmth enveloping me was practically intoxicating. 

She shoved herself back into me a couple more times before I took control. I gripped her hips and this time met her thrust with one of my own. This time she shrieked and flopped forward, practically collapsing as the pleasure ripped through her. I dug my fingers in and started yanking her back into me, fucking her harder and harder with each firm jab of my hips. “You like that, baby? Is this what you needed?”

“Y… y… yes,” she managed as I pummeled into her. 

“Who owns this slut ass?”

“Y… yy… you Danny,” she stammered under my continued assault.

“Whose cock do you want?”

“Yours!” she shouted as her hand jabbed between her legs and she started strumming her clit furiously. 

“Anyone else’s?”

“Nooo… never!” she hollered. I dug my fingers into her ample ass and shoved harder and harder. Soon our words were lost and all that was left was the lewd grunts and moans that filled our bedroom. I gave her exactly what she wanted, fucking her as hard as I possibly could while taking what I wanted. She came twice, squeezing my cock with her ass each time and, after the second one, milking a massive orgasm out of me. I flopped down next to me and she instantly went to work sucking on me and licking my cock clean of my cum. I flinched away at first, the reaction to what would otherwise have been a disgusting act was involuntary. But I remembered the changes I’d made to Karen. Changes that had already shaped her reality. As far as she was concerned, this was just part and parcel to a good ass fucking to her. She gave me a funny look when I flinched but didn’t hesitate in attaching her perfect dick sucking lips to my cock and sighed in contentment as she sought every last drop of my cum.

When she finished, she curled up next to me. I traced my fingers across her tattoos and piercings, playing with each for the first time (at least in my memory). “I love how much you love my tats, baby,” she said. I gave her new ones and changed old ones, constantly shifting her reality. It was interesting to watch the subtle side effects. I gave her a dolphin and a butterfly on her hips and I noticed her hair and makeup changed slightly. She had a more girly look than before. Then I changed them to a skull and gothic cross and her makeup darkened and the cute little nose ring shifted from a stud in the side of her nose to a ring in the middle. 

That made me curious as well. If my changes had certain knock on effects, could I imagine something really incongruous? What would even happen? I changed Karen back to her normal self and looked at her. “I’m going to try something a little weird, baby.”

Karen’s eyes lit up, “A change?”

I nodded. She looked insanely happy and her fingers started playing with her clit again. It’s like she couldn’t help it. Just the thought of me changing her had her creaming herself. I imagined a whole new history for her. I imagined that she was born in Kenya to a couple of poor bean farmers. They won the visa lottery and came to the US where I met her in college. When I opened my eyes, my wife was still next to me laying there. Still strumming her clit languidly. But now her skin was ebony black. She had a slight resemblance to the girl from The Walking Dead and Black Panther. I looked down and her midnight fingers were spreading her pussy lips widely, revealing a juicy pink core that was glistening with arousal. She looked at me and said in heavily accented English, “Did you do it? Did you change me?”

I reached out to touch her, needing to prove to myself that this was real. That I could simply change her entire history like that. My fingers stroke the impossibly dark nipples that hardened at the light touch. Karen arched her back and groaned as she frigged her hard clit faster.
“Hmmm… I did. You used to be a white girl from the suburbs,” I said. 

Her whole body reacted as if I’d slammed my fat cock into her. She spread her legs wider, expressing her desire physically in the most wanton way possible. “Really? Do more, my love.”

I thought about it then I considered another tweak to her history. I imagined her spending a semester abroad in college. While she was in Liverpool, she got a bit part as an extra in a movie and met Ryan Coogler. When he was casting for his next movie, he reached out to her for a part and that led to her having her breakout role in that film.

When I looked at Karen she was still strumming herself but now she was watching me intently. “You did it didn’t you? You changed something. What was it? Tell me,” she said. Her voice was raspy and needful. 

“I got you that first job as an actress,” I said.

“No… really? Fuck…” she said and closed her eyes. 

I looked around the room while she lost herself in her arousal. I noticed a few little things. A nicer TV on the wall. A poster from the movie with her face in the bottom corner. But overall, not much had changed. We hadn’t cashed in on her fame and fortune yet. I looked over at my wife, marveling at how different and yet how similar she was. Her facial features were all so similar, I guess because that’s how I pictured her in my head. I asked, “Do you like being out of control or do you like me being in control?”

“Yes… Both… mmm… fuck. It’s all so hot Danny. Do more. Go crazy,” she implored me.

This time, I knew what I wanted to do. It wasn’t a big change. This time I just imagined that she didn’t get a minor role in the movie. This time she was co-lead. Now she was Anika, captain of the guard and certified bad ass. I imagined her as an amazing actor with incredible talent, range and devotion to her craft. As an athlete fully capable of performing her own stunts. As a beauty who loved to find ways to dress and act sexy even when it wasn’t strictly necessary.

Karen’s voice gasped and attracted my gaze. There were some subtle changes to her this time. Her body looked lithe and strong. Muscled but not overly so. Her lips were apart in a silent “O” as she kept pleasuring herself next to me. I couldn’t help but reach over and slide my fingers along her slit. I was rewarded with a long, “Uhhhhh… yesssss…” as my fingers stroked across her slickness with virtually no friction. “FFFFuuuuccckkkk,” she whispered as I circled her clit, teasing her even more. 

I knew what she would love to hear and I whispered into her ear, “You like that slut? I made you famous. Literally. You’re a star because I wished you to be. I can make you do or be ANYthing.” I sunk my fingers into her quivering quim and she started thrashing and spasming around me. On hand reached out and gripped my cock, stroking me as she whimpered.

“Please… please… fuck me with your stick. God gave it to you. Fucking use it, please. I need it Danny. I need it bad.”

“MMmmm… maybe I want to change you even more first. How does that sound? Want me to go even crazier?”

“Yesssssss,” she said. 

I licked her ear and whispered, “Do you like girls, Karen?”

“Not really…” she said. I knew she didn’t. She wasn’t really opposed to lesbians. It wasn’t like a religious thing with her. She just wasn’t particularly attracted. But now that was going to change. Let’s see what I could really do to her.

“You do now, slut. You LOVE them,” I said. 

Her reaction was instantaneous, “Fuck yes. Of course I do, Danny. I love that pussy.”

“But what you really like is picking up dumb little nympho sluts and bringing them back to share with me. Isn’t that right?” I whispered as I imagined her being practically addicted to it. Going out to clubs every night and bringing back sluts eager to party with famous people. 

“Oh yeah… like that girl last night,” she said.

“Teri?” I asked, confused.

“Who’s Teri?” she asked, “No… her,” she said and pointed.

Kneeling on the floor was a blonde girl that I’d never seen before in my life. She was pale with obviously bleached blonde hair, a cute face and perky little white tits. She was kneeling by the sliding doors to the patio, completely naked other than a collar with a leash. She was watching us in silence with her mouth agape and her knees spread. I could see her cunt juices making her thighs shiny with leaking lubrication.

And that’s when my eyes noticed something else. Behind the girl was an image I didn’t expect to see. An impossible image. It was the beach. Not just ANY beach either. Perfectly white sand, beautiful waves. I climbed out of bed, my gorgeous wife and the mysterious sexy blonde momentarily forgotten. I walked to the glass right past the collared slut and looked out the sliding glass doors. I looked to the left and the right. The closest houses in either direction were over 100 yards away.

“Where are we?” I asked quietly.

“Malibu,” the girl whispered quietly.

I snapped my head around and looked at my wife wide eyed, “Malibu?”

“The new house. I bought it with all that sweet, sweet BP money, remember?” then she got a look as realization dawned on her, “Oh that’s fucking hot… you did that too, didn’t you?”

The blonde looked between us, confused, but stayed silent.

“More?” I asked. 

“Go crazy,” Karen said. She was like a junky who needed her fix. I could see the wild, almost intoxicated, look in her eye.

A thought entered my mind. Could I make it crazier. What happened if I imagined Karen as a proud bisexual woman who would never keep her sexuality to herself? I looked and not much changed. I guess that was already pretty much how I’d imagined her. Okay… what if I pictured her as the last thing Disney would ever countenance. I pictured her as the most stereotypical butch lesbian you could imagine. Short hair. Thick as fuck. Tats and piercings all over her. Loves to hate fuck little bitches.

Now things changed. The blonde was no longer on the ground. Now she was on her hands and knees on the bed while my wife pounded her from behind with a massive strap on.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” chanted the blonde. 

“Fucking hell Danny. This little bitch really is a treat. I don’t know how we keep finding all these dumb cunt bitches but this is fucking great.”

I watched for a second, mesmerized as my wife plowed the girl. The plastic cock looked like it had to be going halfway up the girl’s torso. Surely it was bumping against lungs or something. Geezus. I walked up to the bed and said “Uhhmm… honey?” as I reached out and caressed her shoulder. Her muscles were taut and hard underneath my fingers. Like coiled steel..

“What, babe? Do I need to send this little trash home? Does my man need to fuck my ass again? She’ll lick it clean if you want her to stay”

My cock stirred slightly at the thought but I pressed on, “Uhmm… I just wanted to remind you that you’ve got to go to work.” I imagined that she’d been so successful from the first movie that they were doing a spinoff starring her.

“Shit… they can’t fire the star, baby. I’m their cash cow now. Dike superheroine to the rescue, remember?”

I didn’t obviously. The annoying thing about these reality changes is that I didn’t really remember any of it. Not like Karen did. She went back to attempting to shove the plastic dong further and further into the blonde’s battered body. For her part, the little blonde nymph seemed to love every moment of it though. 

I wondered how much she’d love a real cock. I wondered what it would be like if my wife had a real cock. And as quick as my idle mind made that thought, my wife’s plastic cock became flesh and blood. The strap on was gone and there was just a giant black cock now violently fucking the thrashing blonde. My wife’s calm demeanor changed as she felt, for the very first time, how good it was to have a thick shaft buried into something tight and willing. “Yeah… you like that bitch? You like getting fucked by real cock? This fuck used up cunt all stretched out from my man’s cock. I can barely feel it,” she snarled as she smacked the girls tits. “Be a useful bitch and tighten that shit up you dumb cunt.”

I didn’t even recognize my wife now. She was aggressive and crazed as she slammed into the girl harder and harder. The athleticism I’d given her for stunt work apparently translated well into hard core fucking. It was the hottest, strangest thing I’d ever seen. Literally the craziest thing I could have imagined.

But all this was so crazy. No way the House of Mouse employs her given her crazy lifestyle. I had to know. “Babe… can you stop for a second?”

“Fuck,” she said but pulled out nonetheless. The blonde just curled up into the fetal position and was shaking and whimpering in little spasms. “Why, lover?”

She turned to me, cock bobbing bizarrely in the air. I tried to push way the weirdness of the question and circumstances and just power through. “Uhmm… look… this is all… uh… new to me… if you know what I mean?” I glanced meaningfully down at the appendage protruding from her pelvis. 

She followed my gaze down and saw her cock and then back at me. Her eyes snapped open wide, “You mean…?”

“Uhh… yeah… Uhmm… can you… tell me what happened? How’d we get here and all?”

“Yeah… yeah… of course,” Karen said. Then she got a little crooked smile, “Lay back for a second, lover,” she said.

I must have blanched a little. It was weird. This was still my wife but the thought of getting a blow job from her now that she had a cock somehow struck a nerve. “I… uh…”

“You don’t want the little bitch to ride you while I tell you what happened?” Karen asked.

“Oh… yeah. That does sound nice,” I said.

“Hey cunt, make yourself useful and ride my man.”

“Ooo… oo… okay,” she stammered shyly as she tried to compose herself. I watched as she managed to crawl her way over to me and straddle me. Her hair and face were a mess. We’d obviously been fucking her all night. She winced a little as she sank down onto my cock. Her cunt was very obviously at its limit. “Soooo good… soooo good,” she said happily once she was fully on top of me.

Karen curled up next to me and started talking, “So I got the big movie. And the press loved me. They talked about how empowering I was. How sexy I was in a role that wasn’t supposed to be sexy. And then I did that spread in Playboy and everybody saw what I was packing.”

I was trying to pay attention, I really was. But the blonde’s pussy felt like it was milking me. She kept tightening around me like a vice and it was like pure ecstacy every time. “Go on,” I managed to get out finally.

“Well, that was it we thought. It was all over. Nice while it lasted but no more, right?”

“Uhh… yeah,” I said. 

“And that’s when my man pulled off his little coup. You figured out that the CEO was into all that kinky crazy shit. You had pictures. And tapes. He made my cock seem like nothing. And so that’s when they green lit the new movie.”

Holy fuck… apparently I could change the world so much that I made myself a fucking blackmailer. And all by accident. It was all too much. The blonde on top of me was writhing and hermaphrodite movie star wife was lying next to me and I was a fucking blackmailer?!?

I closed my eyes, imagining everything back to normal quickly. The noises in the room completely changed. Gone was the background noise of the sea. Gone was the whimpering of the blonde on top of me. Sadly, gone too was the tight clenching around my cock. When I opened my eyes, there was Karen again, looking up at me with wide eyes. “What… the… fuck?” she asked.

“I uhm…” I looked around the room. Everything was back to normal. No blonde slut being fucked. No house in Malibu. No starlet, dyke wife. “I think maybe I tried to change too much.”

“You think?” Karen said with a crooked smile. It was nice, I realized, to see a hint of the sassy girl that I’d married. I liked submissive, obedient Karen. But I kind of missed smart ass Karen who didn’t let me get away with shit sometimes.

I stroked along Karen’s smooth, unblemished skin. The tattoos and piercings were gone. She was just herself again. “Yeah… maybe that was just a little too much,” I said. 

“I mean… don’t get me wrong, it was kind of hot. I liked fucking that girl.”

“You did?”

“Oh yeah. Is that what it’s like for you? That… power over someone?”

“Uhmm… yeah… I guess so.”

“I liked it… not as much as when you fucking take me like you did earlier… Or like that thing with my ass. That was insane. But every now and then? Yeah… I think I might like to pick up some little college slut with you and bring her back here and use her. If you wanted,” she said the last with a coy little smile. She knew what I wanted.

“Can we do it without a real cock?” I asked.

“Anything you want, lover. ANY THING YOU WANT. Remember?”