Alpha Voice

John let's you lean over his shoulder to watch as he writes a new rule to add another common trope from ABO style stories.

Old Rule: An alpha can pitch their voice in a certain way to give orders which betas and omegas have to follow, so long as the order doesn't put them in danger or do them any harm. The more an omega or a beta trusts the alpha giving the order the more quickly they follow it and the longer it will last.

Old Rule: omegas find it very pleasurable and satisfying to follow an alpha's orders, especially ones given in alpha voice.

"Um I don't know if that's such a good idea." You object nervously. Especially since you are an omega right now and so would be especially **** to such orders. All though a part of you is very excited over where this might lead. You remember seeing some omegas submitting to their alphas in public places and they always have such pure looks of bliss on their faces when they do so.

"What don't you trust me?" John responds. "This could be a lot of fun. Here let me show you."

"Let me hug you." He adds in an extremely commanding tone. Without any thought on your part your body leans in towards him and your hands reach out for him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a gentle embrace and then also up onto his lap.

Fucking hell this feels so good. Following the order makes you feel incredibly content with yourself and more than a little giddy about everything. Alpha was giving you orders so alpha must like you, and you were obeying him. You were a good omega. His arms felt wonderful as well. All that hard muscle pressed around you let you feel the incredible power that was now protecting you and keeping the world at bay. But his touch itself was so gentle, he held you like something precious and fragile it made for a delicious contrast.

And the smell! The smell was the best part of the whole thing. It was so perfectly John, the very essence of who he was distilled and fed to your nose, along with a musky undercurrent that made you know that you were in the arms of a real man now. It was all so relaxing and perfect. You wanted to burrow into him curl up and fall asleep in his arms.

You lost track of time for a hot second there as you took everything in. A kind of happy fog was settling over your mind, you almost felt high. The feeling got even more intense when John started running his hands up and down your back, tickling you with feather light touches and occasionally massaging some knots he felt in your muscles. Eventually his finger went a little too low down your body and while he didn't exactly grope your ass his touch did make you suddenly, incredibly aware of something.

You had lost a fair bit of height and mass when you became an omega, but your clothes hadn't changed with you. You now noticed that when John had picked you up and pulled you lap ward, you pants and underwear hadn't made the trip with you. So now your bare naked ass was seated on John's lap, and the only thing defending what little modesty you had left was one now somewhat oversized t shirt.

"No this is getting dangerous." You suddenly announced trying to push away from him a bit, but failing as your body was still determined to let John hug you. "I'm going to change back now."

"No don't." John ordered and your mouth closed shut before you could utter the words that would make you into a beta again.

"John!" You whined, "Please let me change back this is getting kind of worrying."

"Please baby, I'll let you change back," John insisted. Damn that little pet name should not have sounded so adorable coming from him. "I promise just give me another twenty minutes like this. Nothing bad is going to happen, you know your not in any danger other wise you would've held off that command."

"Twenty minutes to do what?" You demanded to know.

"To let me prove to you how good it would be for you to become my omega." John said matter of factly.

"You do want me to stay like this." You accused, suddenly feeling very **** as you realized he could quite easily **** you to remain an omega permanently. One voiced order to just hold still or fall asleep for a bit and he could remove the rule from the rulebook that let you change subgenders and then you would be stuck. He might not even have to do that much. He was an alpha you were an omega, he could easily overpower you and keep you away from the book that way.

"Of course I want you to be my omega, I've wanted you to be my omega since I met you." John confessed and that stunned you. That was essentially a confession of love. You had known John was bi and always kind of suspected he might find you attractive but you had never thought he might love you. He continued. "I had hoped and dreamed for years back in school that you would present omega and then I could be your alpha. But you turned out as a beta instead, and that nearly broke my heart. I recently heard that it might be possible to make a beta into an omega if you fuck them enough times and the thought has been haunting me ever since. This is perfect though. If you would just choose to stay like this then you could be mine forever."

You didn't know what to say in response to that. There was a lot to unpack there and you weren't certain how you felt. A not inconsiderable part of you wanted to lean in, kiss him and promise to be his forever. You told yourself that was just the omega part of you longing for an alpha mate, but it was a difficult part to ignore. It was the part of you that kept reminding you how much you loved this chiseled body of his, how well the two of you had always gotten along with each other, how it wasn't like you had any other prospects at this point unless you really wanted to **** the rulebook. You tried to look past all that.

And so you found yourself just looking into his eyes as you tried to get yourself out of your own head. They were honest eyes for the most part, honest and **** in the way a man's can only be when he's just opened his heart up and is waiting for either the gates of heaven to open, or a knife to be driven into it. You also noticed that you were still clinging to him and your arms refused to be parted from his neck as your body still insisted on letting him hug you. That surprised you. Surely the command had worn off by now, surely you felt threatened enough to see his commands as dangerous. But whatever you might think, on some subconscious level you still trusted him.

"You'll let me change back in twenty minutes?" You asked.

"Scout's honor." He insisted.

"And your not going to try and fuck me like this or anything?" You pressed.

"Not unless you asked me to." He responded.

"Not even then!" You demanded. "No matter what in twenty minutes I'm changing back into a beta so I can think about this clearly. And only once I've had a chance to think about everything with a mind unclouded by omega hormones and am I going to agree to take this any farther. Got it?"

"Alright." John agreed. "No sex. In twenty minutes you'll change yourself back into a beta."

Okay you can work with this. So you buried yourself back into his neck. John resumed hugging you and started nuzzling you back, it didn't take long for you to become just as blissed out and relaxed as you had been before.

Once you had calmed down, John disentangled your arms from his neck and turned you around to face away from him. Before you knew what he was doing he pulled off your shirt and briefly left you wearing nothing but your socks. Outrage and embarrassment briefly wared with in you as you blushed furiously, but then John replaced your shirt with one of his. It was even larger on you than your beta shirt had been and actually did a much better job of covering you up since it came down to your thighs. Even better it smelled like him which now definitely counted in the bonus camp.

Alpha provides for you. Alpha wants you to feel safe. Alpha gave you a gift. The part of you that really likes being an omega piped up as all your frustration bled away just leaving you embarrassed.

"Fucking hell dude!" You still managed to complain despite being so flustered. "Warn a guy next time before you suddenly strip him."

"If you don't like it I'll take it back." John threatened.

"No!" You swiftly refused as you turned around to shoot him a glare and then froze in place. John hadn't just given you a shirt, he had given you his shirt. Which meant he wasn't wearing one right now.

Okay yeah you really like the sight of this new alpha John who must live at the gym. His body looked like a chiseled masterpiece. He had abs for days and pecks you could probably use for a set of bongos. You had flet how firm he was to hold and now you could see why.

"Like what you see?" John asked with a smirk. "I certainly do."

"Shut up." You said automatically, your brain wasn't entirely working right now.

"You can touch if you want." John added. You couldn't help yourself from doing so and started running your hands over each one of his hard muscles. The sheer power you could sense with in them was staggering. This man could snap you like a twig, of pin you to the ground and take everything he wanted from you. You would be completely helpless in those arms. And yet even now he held you so gently.

"Why me?" You asked. "You could have any omega you wanted with a body like this."

"Your the only one I want though." He responded with an infuriatingly straight face.

"Be serious." You insisted.

"I mean it." He countered. "Why wouldn't I want to keep my best friend by my side for the rest of my life? To get to hold him and smother him in love and care, to keep him safe from the world, and become everything to him? It's always been such a waist for you to be a beta. You work a dead end job, you live with your parents and you don't seem to have any ambition beyond catching the next cool show to watch. If you were mine I could give you a real life, a family to love and as much mind numbing pleasure as you could stand."

"Kiss me." He ordered as he tilted your face up by your chin. You did so. Just a chaste peck on the lips that made him smile at you as your cheeks turned red. "Good omega."

Then he held the back of your head and kissed you properly. An iron mask couldn't have kept his tongue out of your mouth as he all but devoured you. Your breath was swept away as your whole world narrowed down to the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of his mouth. You barely noticed when he laid back on the bed and pulled you down on top of him and you didn't care in the least.

Needless to say, you lost all track of time after that.