Dominant Mark alter

As usual, Mark arrived and walked around the way to the side of the building. This was normal behavior for Mark as moving thru the crowded entrance to the front of the school. There people typically bumped into him as the thousand students passing by in ten minutes pushed to get thru two sets of double doors. So he always used the side entrance. Mark can still remember talking in his head the first day about wanting to ogle all the hot teachers, cheerleaders and reinvent himself as a babe magnet on his first date.

It didn't help that three or four people were pressed into him and began doing exactly that. More specifically, Chet Williams. Chet was your typical elementary-school career bully that had pushed his way into high school, two years late. For his year, he was huge physically. With his added lust for women and desire to reinvent himself; he's boldly walked up to Samantha that day and asked her out. A junior asking a senior cheerleader out!

Yet, even more shockingly, she said Yes! Continuing to date the giant douchebag for 2 more years until they finally split. That's what convinced Mark getting a woman like Samantha was all about attitude and now he had the winning attitude. Except, a tiny part of him wondered if maybe, it was related to Chet's size. Chet went to a different elementary school but seeing him in the gym showers that first day, had left Mark feeling a little shy.

Consequently, once Mark began to realize his powers could be used on himself, he started on a pet project over the past 3 weeks. Giving his body suggestions to release all the chemicals and nutrients necessary for his dick to grow huge. Within 3 days, he re-measured himself as while he was already a respectable seven. By the 2nd week mark, he'd grown to a much thicker, larger nine inches. Anytime he saw Samantha, he was going to be his most *dominant and confident self*. He was almost as big as Chet too but he was nice guy. How could she say no?

It helped that the side entrance was close to the gym entrance where the cheerleaders and lot of the jocks kept their lockers. Immediately, he spotted Samantha in all her flowing, gorgeous beauty. Her long hair resting upon her beautiful ass, contouring to the shape of the curves, as if screaming to every male, 'This is what your hand's shape would look like if you touched this' but in front of her was Jason. Jason was the football team captain and rumor was he had almost inhuman speed on the field. He'd once managed to flip a linebacker over his shoulder with a single charge low to the knees and carry enough momentum to knock another back several feet.

Plus, he was the one guy larger than Chet in the locker room. Rethinking what his decision to approach, he felt himself lurch forward as if moving on his own. "What the fuck?" muttered Mark to himself as his body walked of it's own will forward. His brain rewired to act in the most confident dominant way as Samantha was present. His neurology can been quite literately wired to be unable to act anything less around Samantha.

Walking up to Jason, you felt your hand touch his forehead and a command work its way down your arm, surging into his forehead as you simply state: "Get out of here. Scram as fast as you can! She's mine! Don't forget it!!" to which Jason's eyes went wide and responded, "Sorry, dude. I didn't realize she was yours!" and proceeded to both back up, turn around and made it to the end of the hallway in half a second, and slowed around the corner, surprising you by how fast he fled. "He's a mutant!?" cried a stunned Mark and thankful he accepted your command.

A mutant that fast with super strength could have crushed you into a pulp. Still a little stunned, your body reacted on it's own to eliminate your competition, you were a little worried by the scared look on Samantha's face, as you felt your body turn around to face her directly. "Oh fuck. No no no no!" screamed Mark internally. Clearly, she was startled by the show of your power and fearful. Reaching out and grasping her arm hard, you felt your confident self on autopilot start to generate another command down your arm, flowing helplessly into her pliant mind.