For The Betterment of The World
Of all the people in the world, I should not have been given obedient power. The one thing I know about myself is, I’m an idiot. I’m not stupid. Given the work I do with micro engineering computers, I’m actually smart. When it comes to science stuff, that is. When it comes to people. I’m stupid. In a way this is justification for remaking everyone in the world, and sort of an apology.
I’m a guy my late thirties. I’ve never been able to relate to women, or many people. I never know what to say to them. Some people don’t care about the latest solid-state semiconductors from Solitron Devices. I’m also not really attractive with a face more like a frog, and mostly a body to match with thin arms and legs, except for my thighs that are big from riding my bicycle everywhere.
Then, something happened. I was riding my bicycle on one of the wooded bike paths behind some nice houses with large fences. I was watching some sexy female joggers go past me. They were nice looking with bare shoulders, exposed midriffs, and tight legs. It was at that moment I felt a sharp pain to the back of my neck. Think a bee sting with a flaming arrow. Then my head split open with pain.
I woke up next to one of those fences around the back yards of a house, and I was not in great shape. My helmet saved my head, but my arms, hands, and knees were bloody. My left ankle was seriously twisted and in pain to the point I was just hoping nothing was broken. As luck would have it, the fence I was leaning up against was unlatched, so I grabbed my bike and went into the back yard of this stranger’s house.
My bike’s handle bars were seriously bent, but with an Allen wrench I was sure I could put it back where it needed to go. The mirror on my bike was shattered. Nothing else seemed wrong with my main mode of transportation.
My ankle was swelling, and was in serious pain. I had more blood than I expected on me as it was starting to drip down my appendages, and that pain started to burn. Amazingly the pain that started it all, the one in the back of my neck, was gone.
I propped my bike up, and gently knocked on the back door of the house. The woman came reluctantly to the back door. She was in her mid to late fifties by my estimate, with graying blonde hair. There were age wrinkles on her face, and her pale blue eyes looked me over like I was going to kill her.
“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you,” I said as softly as possible, and I watched the woman visibly relax. “My name is Roman Oliver, and I had a small bike accident. May I please use your bathroom to clean up.”
Much to my surprise the woman answered, “Of course. My husband has tools if you’d like to fix your bike, too.” She seemed very agreeable and nice. “My name is Sylvia, by the way.”
For just a moment I wondered what Sylvia looked like when she was half her age. Did she look like the female joggers I ed earlier. Then, moments later, while I was in a small but nice smelling bathroom, my mind wandered. What would Sylvia look like with not just a decreased age, but a larger bust, and much larger muscles, and a lower body-fat percentage. What would Sylvia look like if she were some kind of ripped fitness model, and everyone around her would be ripped fitness models. My head hurt as I imagined this fitness model virus spreading out to everyone in the world wearing tight and revealing clothing so everyone could see the women’s large breasts and tight abs. The men would morph into male fitness models to go with the women that were sex goddesses. Then as my last fantasy gasp, I saw all the modified people wanting to please me completely and totally.
I was cleaned up, but my head and ankle were killing me. I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and imagined my frog face morph into the square jaw that made women swoon, and a body that made women hot and wet. That’s when I watched my face and body shift. It looked like some nineteen-nineties photoshop morph video. Things in my face and body seemed to blend together, shifting, and settling in on the image in my head. The shock was replacing my head and ankle pain. Did I really just change my face and body by thinking about them? I looked at my painfully swelling ankle and imagined it to be uninjured and perfect. In a handful of heartbeats, it was like nothing happened. I imagined my body aches dissipating, and after a few seconds, it did. My bleeding body had healed itself when I turned myself into something a Greek god would have been envious of.
I opened the door to the bathroom saying, “Thank you very much Sylvia.”
“Anything for you, Master,” Sylvia said waiting outside the door.
She’d changed too. If it wasn’t for the ‘Master’ comment I would have just stared at her altered body in lust for hours. Sylvia lost major weight, and some decades. She looked in her mid-twenties, and had the hair and face to show for it. Gone were the wrinkles and approaching cataracts. She looked like she was ready to party. It wasn’t just her face, but her breasts had ballooned out to something like cantaloupe sizes. Her body had dropped much of her fat, and her muscles were now bulging and rippling under her tight tanned skin. I could tell this since she was now wearing a very small and revealing, yellow with red dots on it, bikini.
“Say that again,” I said not sure I heard her.
“Anything for you, Master,” Sylvia cooed. “I want nothing in this life, and the next, but to please you in every way possible.”
“Sylvia, honey, who are you talking to?” A man’s voice asked coming from the upstairs.
“My Lord and Master,” Sylvia responded and then seemed that wasn’t enough, “whom I pledge my obedience to for the rest of my life.”
“What the fuck,” I said.
“What was that?” The man’s voice asked as there was thudding as he came down the carpeted stairs. The man was gray haired, balding, severely overweight, and had an aluminum cane to help him walk. He came around the corner and stopped when he saw me, and the new and improved Sylvia.
“What,” he started to say as he changed. The fat seemed to melt away from the guy, where it went, I have no idea. He dropped pounds and years. His hair turned black, and the bald spot was magically filled in. His body morphed into something you’d expect to see selling jeans. The cane was released and it clattered down the remaining steps. The shocked look on his face turned to wonderment. As if nothing had happened the guy continued, “can I do for you, Master.”
I had no idea what was going on, but the one thing I’ve learned from my years of life, take every opportunity I can get. Seeing this as a huge opportunity I said, “I’d like to fuck Sylvia on your bed.”
“Of course,” the man said.
Sylvia cooed and squeezed her muscular thighs together.
The king size bed was not new, and the deep impression on one side let me know where the husband usually slept. I didn’t really care as I pulled the top blanket down. Sylvia was on the bed in an eyeblink. She opened her legs, and pulled the bikini bottom to the side to show her smooth, wet, and welcoming pussy. I pulled off my ill-fitting clothes and tossed them to the floor. My cock stood out with a solid ten-inches and particularly thick. I ran my hands up and down Sylvia’s legs, as if to prove to myself that they were real.
Then I realized we had an audience. Sylvia’s husband was in the doorway in his now baggy clothes, watching us. “Go fix my bike up,” I ordered.
The man nodded and quickly agreed saying, “Of course, Master.”
He left, and I entered Sylvia.
I’ve had sex before. A drunk intern at a Christmas party a few years ago. She was very enthusiastic. Being inside of her was pleasurable, and I gave as good as I got. It was a few days later I met up with her again. She apologized, said she had a boyfriend, claimed I was an amazing fuck, and if she ever broke up with her boyfriend then I was her second choice. I saw her once more after that, when she said she was moving to Australia.
I say this to tell you that Sylvia was not my first. She also was not nearly as enthusiastic. I entered her and she moaned softly. I had to look down to make sure I was actually inside of her. She was as tight as fog. I barely felt anything. I had to concentrate to actually feel her minimal heat and wetness.
“Shit woman,” I saying, “you’ve got to clench down on me or something, get really hot down there, and wet enough to be dripping.” I said this as I was taking off her bikini so she was completely naked.
I heard a, “Yes, Master,” before everything changed. Her pussy clenched down on my cock like an iron fist. I could feel her body practically feverish around my dick. What’s more she was so wet I felt it running down my shaft to my hairy balls. It felt so much better.
I was stroking into her, and felt she could be doing more. “Come on, babe, give me some , participate a little,” I said encouraging her as I stroked in and out of her muscular body.
“OH GOD!” Sylvia screamed, doing what she could to shove her body into mine. “You’re amazing! I’ve never felt this good in my life! Your dick is making my whole-body burn! I’m tingling all over! You’re going to make me cum, Master! I’m Cumming Master! I’M CUMMING FOR YOU, MASTER!”
The orgasm was pitiful.
I watched her body barely move, and her pussy clench once, just a little harder, and then she seemed to drop from exhaustion. I actually slowed my pumping in shock. I wasn’t even close to my own orgasm, and I wasn’t sure Sylvia had one.
“Did,” I started and couldn’t think of a better question, “did you cum?”
“Oh yes, Master,” Sylvia said sounding bushed.
“That was lame,” I said to her. “That was an orgasm like a gentle breeze. From now on you’re having an orgasm that’s an F5 tornado. You’ll shake, quiver, your pussy will go wild, you’ll squirt buckets, your eyes will roll way back into your head, but your eyelids will remain open. Your whole body will show off those impressive muscles as wave after wave of your climax will crash into your mind, body, and soul. You’ll practically black out from how intense and extremely pleasurable every orgasm you’ll ever have for the rest of your life will feel. That’s the kind of orgasm you and every woman should ever have. Now, slut, cum for your Master!” I smacked her huge tits for emphasis.
Maybe I over did it. The scream was sharp and loud. Sylvia jerked so hard her cunt pulled off my cock. That was probably for the best since her muscular legs started looking like egg beaters as fast as they were vibrating. Her arms and abdomen were clenched so tight that quarters could bounce off them. Sylvia’s neck muscles were tight cords around a face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her eyes were rolled so far up only the whites showed, and gave her a possessed look that turned me on. Sylvia’s pussy visibly clenched hard as a spray of cum with the power of a firehose shot out and hit my chest. I didn’t care I was drenched with her juices. I laughed as her body started rocking with one obscenely powerful wave of her orgasm after another. Each wave accented by another powerful spray of her juices onto my bare chest.
It took a handful of minutes for Sylvia’s orgasm to die down, and I knew it had when she was able to close her eyes. She went limp on the bed, drenched in sweat, and her pussy leaking out juices that made me think she would need a drink to combat dehydration. I laughed when her whole flaccid body shook from a powerful aftershock that was ten times what Sylvia’s original orgasm was like.
“NOW, THATs an orgasm,” I said to Sylvia, who was barely conscious.
“I’m curious,” I said to the satisfied woman, “how much will you obey me?”
“Completely, Master,” Sylvia said getting some strength back.
“Cool,” I said and then added, “whenever I snap my fingers you will have an orgasm.”
“Yes, Master,” Sylvia said.
I let her get that out and immediately snapped my fingers.
Sylvia let out another scream as a repeat performance started up in front of me. Then I snapped my fingers again as Sylvia was in the throws of her orgasm. Then I snapped my fingers again. Sylvia dropped onto the bed as if exhausted, but her eyes were closed and her body limp. She’d ed out. That was so fucking hot I was eager to wake her up and do it again.
Then I heard voices out the open window.
I pulled the curtain open just enough to look outside. A middle-aged couple walked hand in hand to Sylvia’s husband, as he fixed my bike in the driveway. I watched that older couple get close to my male slave, and then this couple changed too. In a second or two the age and imperfections were gone. They both looked in their mid-twenties, and the woman’s body turned big breasted with large muscles and a slim figure. The guy turned into someone that s boxer-briefs.
I heard the now younger man ask, “Hey Rob, was that Sylvia I just heard scream?”
“Jake, hi,” Rob said taking a break from fixing my bike, “yeah that was Sylvia. She’s being fucked by our Master.”
“OH!” said the now sexy woman with huge tits. “Do you think Master would like to fuck me?”
“That’s for Master to decide,” Rob said and everyone was nodding in agreement.
I opened the curtain more and put my face to the screen, “I do want to fuck you, get up here!”
The three of them jumped in surprise. Then the woman all but ran into the garage to get into the house. That’s when I saw something that should have given me concern. A family was going by on their bicycles. A husband, wife, and daughter about ten or eleven years old were all wearing helmets as they went past Rob and Jake. The girl didn’t change at all. Her parents morphed into fitness models. Neither seemed to pause in the slightest as they rode on into the rest of the neighborhood.
Then the woman that had been at the front of the house was at the bedroom door. She was naked, and I could see her body was smooth with definition from muscles that looked like hours a day, every day, lifting at the gym would produce. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black, and she had Italian features. I didn’t say anything as she dropped to her knees and crawled to me.
“How may I please you, Master?” She purred.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Isabella, but call me whatever you want, Master,” she said eagerly looking at my still hard cock.
“Well Isabella, eat out Sylvia while I fuck you from behind,” I said getting ready to move into position.
Isabella hesitated.
“What?” I asked annoyed.
“I’ll obey you totally, Master,” Isabella said, and I could already hear the ‘but’ coming, “but I’m not sexually attracted to other women.”
“Fuck that,” I said annoyed. “All women should be bi-sexual, and crave men and women, sexually, equally. I on the other hand should be the sexual desire of every woman on the planet.”
Isabella gasped as the command hit her brain. “Oh, Yes, Master!” Isabella said as she quickly moved to the bed. She pushed Sylvia’s limp body further up onto the bed and then plunged between her legs while wiggling her ass at me. When I slid into Isabella, she was hot, wet, tight, and moaned loud and long while she licked eagerly at the dripping pussy of Sylvia.
At some point Sylvia woke up. When I saw this. Sylvia was holding Isabella’s head firmly at her cunt. I stroked in and out of Isabella with the steady motion of a car’s wiper blades. I could feel her heat spiking, and then Isabella reached her climax. She was shaking and clenching, and her pussy was spraying into the bed to make a wet puddle for her jerking hips to splash into. When this happened Sylvia also breached her climax and she too was shaking, clenching, squirting, and fighting for control over her body.
I was about to shoot my load too. I pulled out of the quivering Isabella and barked, “Both of you on your knees before me, NOW!”
The climaxing women obeyed. Even with their eyes rolled up and white, effectively blinding themselves, and their pussies clenching and spraying, they still did as I commanded. They knelt quickly next to each other, facing me as their traitorous bodies kept cumming. I shot my load out in one long yellowish white rope over both their large exposed tits. As soon as my seed hit their skin both women climaxed harder. It was as if any progress in calming their overloaded senses was done away with one smattering of my cream. They fought to keep kneeling as their spirits, bodies, and minds were flooding with sexual pleasure that would have killed some people.
I shot out half a dozen more globs of white onto the women. They were in a loop of orgasmic bliss the whole time. Sylvia was the first to taste my seed and she fell forward with her body overloaded to the point of unconsciousness. Isabella pulled up one shaking breast and licked my cum off her nipple that made her overload and out from pleasure as well. I stood there watching the two unconscious women shake in sporadic limp aftershocks.
Satisfied with myself I went to look for my, or some, clothes. I found my clothes, and they didn’t fit well, but I figured I would find better clothes in due time. I went to the kitchen and got myself a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I drained the water as I went out the garage to the front of the house. There was Rob and Jack still talking. They stopped talking when they saw me, and dropped to bow deeply before me. I liked that.
“I fucked your wives until they ed out,” I announced. “Go, wake them up, and fuck them until they out again. Feel free to switch up wives from time to time.”
“Yes, Master,” both men said as they all but did a jump run into the house.
My bike was mostly fixed. The mirror was gone, but everything else was in order, greased, and tightened. Even my front wheel was balanced. For a second, I wondered how long I was fucking Sylvia and Isabella.
While I was riding, I saw into people’s cars. A few were normal looking, but most were the modified fitness model type that were the earmarks of my involvement. I watched one of these modified people in their car drive up next to someone that was normal. That normal person quickly changed into the twenty-something fitness model. That person went and drove past another normal looking person, who morphed into a twenty-something fitness model.
I was mildly concerned.
I got back to my condo, and took a cold shower with lots of soap. Then I dropped asleep on my bed, naked. If I dreamed, I didn’t them. When I did wake up, I thought I was dreaming. I was surrounded by beautiful, naked, and desperate looking women of every race, height, and hair color. Each woman had hard large nipples on enormous breasts, tight and bulging muscles, and pussies that were wet and dripping. I wasn’t sure what to say.
“May I help you?” I asked.
A woman with bright pink hair spoke first, “We wish to help, and please, you in every way possible, Master.” I let them take turns sucking my cock.
Things were never the same after that. World leaders tried to avoid the morphing virus, but since it worked through walls, this was pointless. As soon as someone turned eighteen, they morphed into my idea of a fitness model. Ageing past someone’s mid-twenties, seemed to stop. However, births also stopped. Women pregnant came to term, but would never get pregnant again. That seemed to be the only thing that made some people sad.
Wars stopped, fighting in general stopped, world hunger was almost gone, and the world began to heal. Diseases were a historical footnote. Hate and bigotry were things that most people wanted to forget ever happened since it didn’t after their morph. Lots of people have taken up my view of transportation where if you can ride a bicycle there, then don’t bother with a car. Mostly, people were directing their energy towards science, engineering, and bettering mankind.
As for me, I’m enjoying life. I’ve moved to Hawaii. I live in a large house right on the beach. I always have a half dozen slaves to do for me anything I ask. This troop of slaves gets rotated regularly by someone. Food is served to me when I’m hungry. The key is, I get as much pussy as I want. I’ll it the cameras watching me all the time was uncomfortable at first, but now I don’t care that most of the world is watching me at any given time to know what I want. The sad fact is, I don’t know what happened to me, but I do know that it was for the betterment of the world.