Fixing the drama at home

After a moment of revelling in his newfound power, Sam sobered himself by taking stock of the problems he was currently facing.

The most immediate ones were his wife and daughter. Though he had used his ability to restore a sense of personal decency to Julie and had calmed her down enough that she wasn't panicking, the situation was still dire. Stella had been witness to her mother acting like a lunatic and he doubted there was much that Julie could say or do that would be able to amend that.

With his new power he could probably just make the two of them bury the hatchet and move on with their lives. That would certainly be the quickest and easiest way to resolve the situation.

But Sam was in a mood. Julie had stressed him out over the last twenty four hours and he couldn't help but feel a little spiteful. And considering the power that was in his possession he had a wide array of options he could play with. What could be the harm? Whatever happened he could just undo it or alter it to how he liked.

He turned to his wife. "Julie, you're going to go apologise to Stella." He paused a beat, another fun idea occurring, "also that ass of yours is a Kardashian booty."

Julie sighed, " I suppose I should go apologise to Stella." She took a moment to compose herself, seemingly indifferent to the noticeably larger breasts that now sat across her chest, and expanding ass that began to swell deliciously. Sam watched in an almost hypnotic trance as she marched down the hall towards their daughter's room.

Sam waited a few minutes, and then heard the expected shouting. He nodded along to the list of insults his daughter hurled at her repentant mother, and went into the kitchen to fix himself a turkey sandwich. He took a beer out of the fridge and sat down as the shouting continued. It was a good sandwich, and the beer went down well. There was the sound of something smashing, his daughter raising her voice louder.

He finished off the sandwich, drained his beer, and sat back right as Stella began to shout for him. Sam took a breath, eased himself up, and strode down to his daughter's room.

The room was a mess. Stella had thrown things at Julie, who stood near the doorway, crying a string of apologies that only seemed to make her daughter angrier. In her raised hand was an alarm clock ready to be lobbed at the sobbing woman, but she paused once Sam walked into the scene.

"Daddy! Make her leave!" She shouted in a voice that was hoarse with rage and tears. "Tell this disgusting slut to get out, I fucking hate her!"

Sam regarded his sobbing wife for a moment and enjoyed the way her new tits bounced as she was wracked with emotion. When he looked at his very upset daughter, however, he felt a twinge of guilt.

"Stella, you're going to relax."

Her tensed up body slowly shifted into a more casual posture, she lowered the clock she planned to use as a bludgeon. There was still aggression on her face, but it was fading with each moment. In a softer voice, she asked, "Dad, could you please take Mom out of my room. I'd like to be alone."

Sam nodded and went over to his still crying wife. With **** she allowed herself to be led from the room and down the hall. He parked her ass down on the living room couch and watched her go to pieces.

"She's going to hate me forever!"

"She'll get over it in an hour," Sam replied with certainty, feeling the universe shift again.

He turned his gaze to his wife again, deciding that he wanted to experiment a little more. While he could have things go back to the way they were, play typical happy families and continue on with a mundane existence, he ached for a little more.

He could completely rewrite his wife's personality to his liking. He could physically change her however he liked. Their house, their position, all of it was clay to be moulded in his hands.

So many options...