Unexpected roommate the next morning

By the time the sun comes up the next morning you are sore all over. Your muscles ache and you are sticking to the sheets from all of the fluids you and Stacy had leaked onto the bed. The sun is streaming in through the window and you crack your eye open a bit. You're on your back and Stacy is draped across your chest, her head tilted so her ear can listen to your heartbeat.

When you groan out in pain, she turns to look at you in worry, "What's wrong Mas...er....honey?" She chews her bottom lip as though she is conflicted, but she looks into your eyes with the love she always would have and cups your cheek with care, "What do you need my love?"

You tell her to bring you the marker and then ask her to write, "Unlimited Stamina and Strength, Impervious to Harm" on your arm and underline it. When she is finishes you instantly feel better, stretching, and cracking your back, neck, and all your knuckles.

Refreshed and smiling you wink and kiss Stacy deeply and passionately, "Thank you my dear. You slap her ass and speak in a commanding tone, "Now, go make us some breakfast and put a robe on."

As she leaves the room you smile and put on a pair of boxer-briefs, pajama pants, and a t-shirt. You've got the marker in your hand while you check your phone and walk back towards the main living area.

As you get closer to the kitchen you hear Stacy talking to someone. You recognize the voice as Stacy's annoying roommate Olivia.

Olivia stands about five and a half feet tall with long dark black hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin has an olive comlexion, and she is a bit more curvy than Stacy is. She is absolutely gorgeous, all of which is erased when she opens her mouth and begins speaking. You are all for having an independent woman, and making sure women get equal pay, but Olivia wants to push things to the point of having men be punished simply because of their gender. So it was no surprise that she came back early hoping to interrupt your and Stacy's fun weekend.

"How the hell did your breasts get so big?" Olivia is standing in the kitchen with a bitchy, angry look on her face when you round the corner to find Stacy struggling to find the right words, especially since you forbade her from mentioning the marker. Your girlfriend's eyes flick to you as she wraps her robe around herself, and stutters out a reply, "W-well, I think i-it might ju-just be tha-that time of the mon-month Liv." Oliva rolls her eyes and looks at you with the normal disdain you are used to and then makes some sort of connection.

"Ok asshole," she turns on you and goes full on rage-monster at you, "Did you convince her to get a boob-job while I was out of town or something?" Her face is red and angry, but you stand a good six to eight inches taller than her, so she is practically yelling up at you. When you step up closer to her, your new 'Alpha' hormones running through your veins, you smirk and lean down close, looking her right in her dark brown eyes.

"Listen here Liv," you say with a chuckle and a bit of an admonishment, "What my girlfriend and I do together is none of your damn business." She opens and shuts her mouth like a fish out of water...likely having never been talked to like that before, especially by a man.

Olivia, on the other hand is gasping for breath for two reasons, on one hand: how dare he talk to her that way?! Men cannot just come around and speak down to women and order them around! Stacy's boyfriend has always been fairly kind and understanding, not this forceful brute. On the other hand: something about how he was treating her made her feel something primal, something deep in her brain she had never felt before...controlled. Always before men had let her take the wheel in conversations, relationships, and sex. But now he was just taking over, and she was feeling hot about it...her pussy was actually spasming at the thought of this man taking control of her.