A Bunch of Commands

Samantha tried to jerk her arm away with surprising ****. Mark's darker dominant alter barely had time to issue the command, "Relax" that made Samantha pause long enough, he was able to jump forward and make contact again with her soft supple skin. "Forget you were even talking to him," flew down Mark's arm. Internally, Mark watched as the woman he lusted after relaxed and shifted over a few seconds from scared to confused as she looked at her hand on your wrist.

Samantha knew she was scared a moment ago, but why? "Something Mark had done to...who? She was alone, at her locker, just getting her things ready for the day. Wasn't I?" pondered Samantha.

"Relax more. You weren't really interested in Jason," commanded Mark's darker dominant and confident side.

"Well, that wasn't so bad..." thought Mark. Wondering if he'd have done the same and gotten rid of her interest in Jason too. His goal was to ask her out while she was single and available.

"What did you just say?" asked Samantha clearing having missed-hearing your commands in her head while was she pondering her confused state. No longer, remembering or fearful of what the next command channeling down his arm would be, Samantha just looked at his hand on her like an alien surreal object. Why was Mark touching her? ...Internally, Mark gulped on the inside; wondering what next his alter would do. His demeanor on the outside, cool, confident cold and a little Machiavellian, like other people were his play things.

"I said, you lust for me continuously!" to which Samantha immediately shifted back to fearful. Her eyes wide as she felt a wave of lust and undeniable arousal course it's way thru her body. As horrifying as the thought was, Mark couldn't help but feel aroused; noticing his body tenting. Clearly, the dominant half of him was enjoying this and was getting aroused too. Mark couldn't help but be pleased by the idea of Samantha, continuously lusting for him. Would he be woken up in the morning by her soft lips glided up and down his shaft?

In response, Samantha's fight or flight response kicked in immediately, as she panicked. Moments ago, Mark was kind of plain, average and boring. Now he was ....so... hot. Looking left and then right confirming there weren't any normal humans nearby, she made her move to escape.

"Tell me, what did you even see in that guy? You are just huge cock obsessed like your fellow cheerleaders?" asked the darker-side of Mark only to see Samantha's arm phase pure and translucent as if looking thru water-droplets. Shocking Mark a bit. She had the unnatural muscle tone. Heck, her amazingly shapely, firm butt was one of her best features and what put her on his radar. It did match the shape of many mutant woman he'd seen on tv but he'd always sort of figured she was just your average cheerleader and following Instagram trends just did a billion sets of booty-building exercises.

At the same time, Mark was kind of cheering for her to escape until he could figure out what to do with or fix his darker, dominant alter self. "Jason and I are both mutants, you dick! He understands what I was going thru, always trying to hide but you're wrong! I wasn't interested in Jason." said Samantha with an off tone. She didn't want to add that mutants are uniquely equipped to satisfy other mutants...down there and she knew first had Jason was pretty big so she should be into him. Isn't like she was completely obsessed with huge cocks but she was obsessed with them in general and was a huge plus if a guy was packing.

Dark Mark reached out to where the disembodied voice came from, thought his lands landed on thin-air. There was nothing to touch so now to compel more commands. Standing tall and proud, aware of your own enhancements, you know you're just larger than her ex-bully crush. "You know what, I'm a mutant too. I bet you'd be plenty satisfied with what I'm packing."

"Hardly," replied Samantha invisible as she remained phased in a matter less state, leaving only her voice as any sign she even existed. "I used my mutant ability the first day of school to do my research, Mark" with the words Mark having a particular emphasis of loathing behind it. "It's easy enough to check out the locker room when you can literately become invisible. That's the whole reason I dated Chet. Sure, he had the confidence to ask me out on the first-day but I also checked to see how he looked nude. I saw you too. You're puny for a mutant. Seven inches? Laughable. That'll satisfy a human but not one of us," laughed Samantha. Her voice seeming to come from all directions as if she was circling around him.

Internally Mark just grew a little more brooding and almost gritted as Samantha mocked him, while his outer alter renamed as self confident as ever. "That was what I packed, when I was a junior..." replied the dominant alter leaving a pregnant pause in the air. Internally, Mark knew his alter was to blame for her size queen as he'd commanded her to be "huge-cock obsessed" but it still hurt a bit being reminded of his past. Though, it is possible, rationalized Mark, she always was huge-cock obsessed prior as well or just after and backwards justifying why she dated Chet? Maybe Chet had a redeeming quality when he wasn't bullying; like confidence.

"You're such a fucking asshole though Mark. Trying to use your powers on me to make me lust after you?! Real mature," taunted Samantha even as she felt herself wet, her nipples erect and her breathing a little labored. Part of her wanted to phase her hand and take down his pants to see this "growth" he hinted at.

Darker mark simply smirked, "Are you dripping wet yet?" knowing Samantha lusted after him. That with his power, her very neurology had been rewritten and morphed to make it true.

"Ugh, pig. Go jerk off your little dick!" came a reply that seemed to be getting increasingly distant. Rather than ever admitting the truth of just how effective his powers had been on her.

The dominant side of mark sensing his time was fading because he knew he'd only be present when Samantha was around quickly touched himself, and willed himself to grow larger over the next few days. The image flooding Mark's mind was ridiculously massive and over-sized. Something extraordinary even for rumors of what mutants could wield. He was already just past ten inches.

Pushing the image out of his mind, Mark tried his best to push for himself to act normally around Samantha and felt himself return to his ordinary awareness. Unsure, if it was just because Samantha was no longer around or because his command was accepted. "What the fuck was that?" thought Mark. He'd never been a passenger his own body. The thought was a bit revolting.

Somewhat creeped out at being a passenger in his own body. "Okay, I can fix this. I just need to explain to Samantha that it wasn't me and if she'd just let her touch him, he'd undo all the commands," before realizing how improbable that sounded. He doubted Samantha would ever let him lay hands on her again. Even if she continuously lusted for him as the risk would just be far too great for her.

Figuring he'd at least undo some damage his dark alter-ego did, for the first time ever, Mark tried to undo a command on himself and will his ridiculously scheduled growth down a few notches. At a thick just-past ten inches he'd grown too in the last 3 weeks, he felt proud and like her was verging on as big as anyone ought to want to be if they wanted to have sex with humans. Only to feel his neurology refuse to shift. Before, he always felt the energetic change but this time...nothing.

Looking at Samantha's locker, left open in her rush to flee, he saw a beautiful photo of her posing with her fellow cheerleaders and Mark heard a whisper in the back of his head, "Let me out. I'll fix it and give us what we truly deserve," leaving Mark stunned. His dark passenger wasn't willed away. He just went dormant because Samantha left.

Knowing Samantha was lusting after him, was obsessed with huge dick and his body was about to grow a ridiculously monster, gave Mark a massive need to relieve himself. Mark couldn't recall ever feeling so aroused, dominant, proud and confident like the Dark-mark was corrupting him from the inside out.

Hormones raging inside him like he'd never experienced, Mark thought "at least I'm in control," as he was debating his next move as he starred at Samantha in her tight uniform showing off her ample cleavage as she leaned towards the camera. "Fuck, this photo seems it's designed to be spanked to!" to which Dark-mark responded "Her body is built to someone deserving, like us, to fuck."

Trying to decide between either to feign sickness and head home, head to the washroom or use the gymnasium change rooms to masturbate, Mark wasn't sure what to do. Had Samantha left for the day already? Grabbing the photo from the inside of the locker, he slammed it shut and put the lock back on; not wanting Samantha's stuff to get stolen. "He wasn't an asshole; just his alter was, right?" said Mark trying to reassure himself and convince himself he too wouldn't have been corrupted or did that stuff to her.

With picture in hand, Mark had to decide where to go to get off and how to negotiate with Dark-mark. "We need to make her come to us..." advised Dark-mark.

"Shut up," quipped Mark back, hiding the photo from view so Dark-Mark would completely repress.