Dominating Your Hometown and Beyond

For context, your name is John Doe, you are 22-years old, and you are bored. More specifically, you are sitting in your childhood bedroom, it's a week after college graduation, and man, you have no plan in life. You have a B.A. in Communications, and you might have graduated with a 3.8 but you are no academic weapon.

With boredom on your mind, you start jacking off. Fuck it. Like who the fuck cares. You start picturing somebody in your mind, who you've always thought was hot, unfortunately she's forbidden fruit and a total bitch. Her name is Gianna and she was your high school nemesis. Ridiculing you whenever she could, sabatoging you in class, you name it. You once tried asking her out in middle school but it did not end well.

By the time she graduated, had this firey orange hair (ginger, but hold on), brown eyes, and she was what you would call a short stack standing at 4,11. Huge E cup tits which better you believe she had popping out of her shirt everyday, and a fat ass, peach-shaped, with a slim waist.

You have no idea how long you have thought about fucking her, making her yours. It'd be nice, but you have serious doubts that'll ever happen. Anyhow, you finish, thinking about shooting a load into her mouth as she looks at you with lust, tits held up, on her knees. She looked subservient, maybe that's how you'd want her.

You stop and catch your breathe, that was a lot of emotions, and horniness gone. As you go to stand up, you feel yourself get pushed back on your bed, almost by an invisible wind.

"What the hell?", you utter in confusion.

You try to get back up again, but the **** gets stronger.

"FUCK!"

You are panicking at this point, and are very very confused. You struggle more, but nothing is happening. Then, all of a sudden, with no rhyme or reason, and perhaps against all known laws of human science, a thought comes into your head, well, more of a message. It reads:

You have been granted unrivaled cosmic power, John Doe. You may control the minds or bodies of everybody you wish. You may alter the flow of time at your will. You may transport anywhere on Earth that you can envision. You have unimaginable strength, invincibility, and intelligence. Don't believe me? Try it out. Yeah you thought this was some serious shit? I am bored John, and I wanna play around on Earth and see how this goes. If I like what you do, you may just get more power. What? Martha no I am recording the voice me-

And just like that, the message stops. You reread it again in your mind's eye. Unrivaled cosmic power? Why you?

It must just be some OCD or some shit, cause there is no way that's real. Maybe you should see a doctor?

You feel the "cosmic ****" lifting, and you decide to pull yourself out of bed. You hitch up your pants and head downstairs. Infact, now would be a good time to mention your family, or step-family that is.

You live with:

• Your Dad
• Your stepmom Kim, a 5,5 brunette, who is a total jerk and a Karen, but, admittedly, has a nice ass and a set of honkers to look at through a tight robe in the morning, and is definitely a MILF if you have ever seen one.
• Your oldest stepsister Becca, a 5,7 blonde, think preppy white girl with the body of a supermodel. She is also (shockingly) a bitch, but, she is hot.
• Your second oldest stepsister Jennie, a 5,4 brunette, who admittedly, carries on the genes of her mom, but with an even fatter ass and more of a volleyball figure. She's nicer than Becca and Kim, but that's only because there rudeness breaks the normal human scale, unless Dad is around, than it's all sunshine and smiles.

Anywho, you head downstairs and make your way into the kitchen, there, cooking breakfast, is Kim. She's never been "mom" to you, and she likely never will.

"Hey Kim, what's cooking?", you ask, almost knowing how she'll reply.

"Bacon and eggs, but not for you," she said with a sneer.

She was wearing this gray robe, tied around the waist, but while it hung out a bit in front, it was snug around her ass. You started staring, than averted your eyes.

"Why not, don't I get some breakfast?"

She didn't even bother replying, but she likely made a frown with her back to you, and almost certainly rolled her eyes.

Then you remember what happened in your bedroom, just minutes prior, could it be? Could this power be real? I mean there is only one way to find out, but it has to be something discreet so that if it backfires, nobody is the wiser. You think carefully.

"Could you please just be nicer," you ask, almost in vain. "Is that so much to ask?"

She turns to you, her facial expression completely changed. She is smiling?

"I could be nicer, you are right, I am sorry John, that was rude of me."

"What the he-," you stumble out, before getting cut off, as she quickly moves away from the stove and wraps you in a hug, perhaps accidentally pushing your face into her humungous tits. You would love to motorboat them right there and then, but, she unravels the hug before you get the chance to become a registered sex offender.

"I promise I'll be a nicer stepmom from now on. Here you can have my breakfast, I'll make a new one."

You sat there in shock, almost unable to move or comprehend what just happened. Holy shit, the power is real. Could it have been a fluke?

"Kim, could you do me a favor?" you ask, something which, in the past, she would instantly decline.

"Of course John, what is it?" almost in a sing song-like voice.

Well, that confirms it, you have literally adjusted her brain to be nicer to you. Ah fuck it, you deserve this.

"Kim."

"Yes, John?"

"Take off your robe."

She takes on a confused expression, but then, it's almost as if her mind went blank, as she instantly puts down the pan with food, undoes the knot, and throws the robe off her. Your excitement grows, you have fantasized about this for years.

Holy shit no underwear at all? Damn. You always told your Dad before they got officially together that she was a slut, but I guess that's what he liked. She has the perfect hourglass figure, huge tits, a perfectly shaved pussy, a toned stomach. She's fucking stunning. You can feel the possibilities expanding in your head.

Then you looks up at her, and catch her usual angry glare: "John, why the fuck am I naked?!"

Fuck, that might have been too quick of a step.