Golden Greta

The old bed sagged massively as Brock rested his musclebound, six and a half foot bulk onto the mattress and Greta gasped as her side of the mattress was shoved up, her book slipping from her fingers slighty. She moves her head to look over her shoulder, her mouth falling open as she catches a glimpse of Brock's massive form before his massive hand grabs the back of her head in one meaty paw and turns it back to face away from him.

She opens her mouth to say somthing but Brock silences her with a quick command,

'Don't move. Face the wall. You may only speak in a whisper and you may not make any noise that would draw attention from anyone outside this room.'

Just like that, it was true and Greta gasped as she felt a thick, massive organ push into her black, slipping under her purple nightie and pressing into her flesh. It was hot, pulsing and powerful and Greta felt thick globs of virile, potent smelling spunk ooze down her back, eyes widening at the gargantuan gonads that pressed into the small of her back, resting just above her ass.

'What-Brock?' Greta breaths quietly, body tense as she feels more than sees his huge, powerful frame, 'What happened to you?' She says, a quaver audible in her quiet voice that tugs at Brock's fading morality even as it makes his cock twitch, pressing hard into Greta's back.

He loves the feeling of her soft skin rubbing against his veiny pole, slowly getting painted more of her back white, the gauzy material of her nightie sticking to her back as Brock gently moves her brow curls out of her face and behind her ears, whispering into her ear as her pulls her smaller form against his huge one.

'Shhh. It's okay, Let me show you-'

He makes her cum.

The power he had given himself in the shower simply letting him will an explosion of pleasure between his wife's legs.

She tensed, eyes going wide and lips falling open as she began to tremble rapidly and yet his previous commands to her stopped her from moving or even making any significant noise. Her large tits and chubby body jiggled as she began to sweat and Brock slowly draped his leg over hers then pulled it back, rolling onto his back and pinning her legs wide open and under his as a long, exhalation burst from his wife's throat which was working furiously.

Despite his wife's frantic twitching, he didn't let up. In fact, the feeling of his cock sandwiched between his ripped abs and his wife's pleasured form prompted him to increase the intensity, slightly at first but with increasing power while refusing to let it end.

Greta's entire body glistened, bright red with exertion, every muscle in her body tensed as her eyes crossed, drool flowed out of her mouth along with a long, drawn out keening whine.

For the first time Brock had seen, Greta squirted as her body began to spasm wildly despite his command as she loses control of her body, she spasms and jerks against Brock's unyielding body, her cum running down her cunt and onto Brock's heavy balls as he leans in, growling into her ear,

'You are the most important woman in the house. I command you to know this.'

Greta mewled, eyes rolling wildy as she squirted again, larger than before as the words slid into her head,

'In fact, You consider yourself the most important woman on the planet and you are, as you are my wife. You know this. You know that your wants and desires are second only to mine. You will eagerly, passionately and sincerely devote yourself to fulfilling both your own and my desires with greed and gusto.'

'Yeeessss-Yuh-Yuh-Ffffff-' Greta whined, tongue licking her lips as she moves bare inches, straining against the command to press her plump ass into Brock's shaft as she felt her passions shift and change, growing along with her ego, her sense of worth and her avarice.

Why shouldn't she have it all? She wasn't sure how it had happened but apparently she was now the wife of a Sex God...

'Love yourself, adore yourself, lust after yourself, worship yourself as the perfect divinity I'm going to make you into.'

She moaned loudly as she spotted herself, sweaty, matted and cumming in the mirror of the room and began to jerk and writhe with renewed vigiour as she saw her perfect form in the mirror.

'The only thing that you worship more than yourself is me. Compared to what you feel for me, your self love is a tiny flickering thing.'

Greta tensed, entire body quivering as she felt pleasure she thought impossible as her husband expanded her mind to encompass the sheer worship she now felt for him, still cumming impossibly hard.

'M-more-ffuck-Keep changing me, remake me! Let me be what you want!'

Brock grinned, loving the demanding yet subserviant tone in her new voice.

'Well, first thing, your tight asshole is **** to be stuffed with my cock.'

Just like that, Greta felt a deep empty hunger inside her, her asshole twitching in need and she wept in bliss as Brock, for the first time, eased his cock into her ass.

Her eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, pussy still spasming in orgasm, body jerking. It hurt at first but her mind swiftly orientated to take maximum pleasure from fulfilling Brock's desire.

Her greedy hole practically sucked his length in, as much of it as it could as she groaned, drool leaking from her clenched teeth, fully stuffing her with his girth and Greta's walls squeezed him impossibly tight as she gained a deep, anal kink just from having Brock's dick in her.

'HnnggggggYyyesyYES!' Greta hissed as she came and came while Brock's hands came up to palm her tits,

'Bigger. Much bigger.'

Greta giggled, delirious as pleasure burst from her chest as her already large tits began to swell outwards, overflowing from Brock's large hands. The bliss of her body shaping to fit Brock's desire only enhanced as he whispers,

'Sensitive as well. Everywhere, there is nowhere on your body that cannot be stimulated to a mind blowing orgasm but your tits, ass and cunt are pure pleasure spots for you.'

Greta thrashes, her massive tits wobbling as she **** into a totally silent mega-orgasm, the sensations overwhelming her. The caress of the night air, Brock's jacked body grinding against her own would have been bad enough but her tits were two molten spheres of pleasure now, the mere pulse of his dick twitching in her ass sent here into high orbit and her pussy...

Her pussy was caught in an constant, explosion of bliss, the feeling of the orgasm so pleasure that it cooked off the next one after it, only made more intense as Brock used his power to drive her further and further into mind numbing pleasure.

If his power's hadn't been keeping her quiet she would have screamed the entire house down by now.

As it was...

She bucked wildly, her huge tits dominating her chest, the pleasure only surging as her tits grew.

'Taller. Stronger. You're my enforcer as well as my queen. My golden goddess. Become what I want.'

Greta let out an explosive groan, barely stifled as she grew a whole foot, then another as her gut sucked in, all trace of flab and fat accumulated over the past decades vanish or slide straight to her ass, tits or thighs, leaving toned, pulsing muscle growing in it's place. Thick plush covers a set of powerful, melon crushing thighs on impossibly long legs, her massive tits grow slightly more in proportion to her body as her shoulders widen slightly, becoming perky as her chest firms up behind them.

Soft dimples in her back become grooves, then defined ridges, all the better to support her gargantuan breasts and her long, powerful arms, each one a sculpted perfection of feminine physique.

Her stomach twitched and pulsed, a washboard set of abs appearing, glistening between her wide hips and large tits. She pawed at her abs, frantic as warm continued to suffuse her growing body, the bed creaking beneath the two muscled divinities.

'There, how does that feel?' Brock said, rocking his dick in and out of his wife's perfect, huge and rock solid ass but Greta was still twitching,

'Ssssomething eeelse!' She breathed, body vibrating madly before-

A splatter of gold, shiny and rich appeared across Greta's body and this time she did squeal in bliss, eyes rolling as the mark begins to spread across her body, as another one appeared on her ass, another one on her right thigh, one more on her tits like the worlds richest cumshot!

Her powerful body fought against it's invisible bonds, Brock's orders holding her still as her impossibly sensitive body was consumed by a thin layer of pure gold. It didn't seem to be causing her pain, quite the opposite.

She went totally rigid apart from a long pleasure squeal as it reached her pussy, causing it to plump significantly, her clit shiny and her pubes falling away along with every other inch of body hair below her neck.

Her voice grew deeper, still feminine but sultry and throaty as the gold slid down her throat, her lips fattening into a pair of dark purple DSL's that matched her billowing hair, which had become a thick and voluminous deep royal purple.

'Huh.' Brock mused, watching as Greta slumped, her pussy leaking femcum, the tall, powerful woman wiped out from the change, her eyes two deep wells of purple fire, each of her toned muscles highlighted by her golden skin.

He'd stopped her orgasms and sliding a lock of long purple hair, whispered in her ear,

'You can move now.'

Instantly, one of her long, powerful legs slipped off the bed with a thump, her toes, each one capped with a glossy purple nail were curled in bliss, the other one pressing into the bed as she begins grinding her large ass on Brock. Despite the muscle, there was a significant amount of plush that squashed against Brock's own powerful thighs as Greta used her own strength to really begin to stuff her ass with dick.

Chest heaving, she idly lifts her hands up, staring at her golden arms before shuddering again, cumming again, snapping one of the bedposts off the bed with her flexing leg as a large blast of squirt shoots from her clenching cunt.

'Hanngg!'

'You doing okay love?' Brock says, teasing her body and causing yet more twitches across the golden woman's buxom, oversensetive body,

'Y-you need to-Ahh-turn this ddoown-ooohh!' She groans, bouncing her ass erratically on Brock's cock but he merely chuckles,

'No. I love you being on a hair trigger. How about this. I order you to have an incredible amount of self control and composure. I love the idea of you being nice and calm on the outside while your pussy squirts every thirty seconds.'

'Oooh, You asshole.' She says in a calmer yet still breathy voice, her hips moving in slow, regular circles as she plants her hands on either side of Brock, supporting her body as she gyrates ontop of him. She looks over her shoulder at him quirking her eyebrow, her gorgeous, golden face giving him a coy look of faux frustration but Brock wasn't buying it.

He reached around and tweaked her nipples while slamming his cock up into her. Her expression barely changed, a slight parting of the lips and an eyeroll she tried to disguise but her cunt fountained across the room, shooting into the ceiling.

She sits back ontop and slumped across of him, cock still in her ass, her tits pressed into the side of her face as she strokes his hair, doing her best to work the cum out of his dick with her golden asshole.

'So. Care to explain, Husband of mine?' She said sweetly, a tit bigger than Brock's face pressed into his cheek, reflecting himself in the shiny surface.