Angela's Lesbian Husband (Patreon)

Angela’s Lesbian Husband
Commissioned by Loamlife
Written by HarmonyMotion

Day 1

Angela repressed her feelings of frustration as she continued to prepare dinner. Madison had always been strong-willed, but it had only gotten worse as her daughter advanced in her teen years. She was outright hostile and bratty, demanding and unreasonable.

Today’s tirade was about having to eat meat loaf again. Angela had gotten a good earful on the torturous fifteen minute drive home from school. Followed by Madison complaining that the other boys and girls in school who were eighteen years old had their own cars. Why didn’t she have one? And it had to be a brand new one too.

And then the real stab in the heart… Madison mentioning her and Robert’s failing marriage. Saying she didn’t want to be in the house when it was soooo awkward sitting at the dinner table. Or how much they probably hated each other as they sat in the living room in silence.

And Angela couldn’t deny it. Their relationship was ice cold.

She was given a reprieve as Madison stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door shut and locked herself in there as she always did. Angela stabbed angrily at the ground beef as she seasoned and mixed it with vegetables before sliding it into the oven. Maybe she just shouldn’t bother. It wasn’t like Robert ever showed her any gratitude either.

He showed up right on cue, pulling into the garage of their unremarkable suburban home.

“Dinner’s ready, Robert,” Angela yelled from the kitchen through the living room.

He entered wordlessly, threw his belongings on a couch, and stepped into the kitchen. His face was all puffy and red, noticeably so on his bald head. Had he been exercising or something?

“What’s for dinner?” he asked.

“Meatloaf.”

He flinched at the sound and made a face of disapproval.

“I don’t want meatloaf again. Hey Anj, I left my lunch box at work. Why don’t you go pick it up for me? And while you’re at it, order some Chinese takeout for us?”

“Robert! But… you used to like it! I made it just the way you like; homemade ketchup, peas no carrots…”

“Look, I had a really hard day at work. Go fetch, will ya?”

His tone was final. He was clearly done discussing the matter.

Angela fumed for a moment before turning off the oven and taking out the dinner she had been keeping warm.

“Uh, Anj? Anytime in this century would be good,” he prodded her.

“Robert, I… UGH!”

She stormed out into the garage. The last thing she heard was Madison complaining about meatloaf, and cheering when her Dad mentioned that Mother was going to get takeout.

“ARRRR!” Angela slammed the steering wheel with the heel of her hands while parked at LLARC, the Langford Linear Accelerator Research Center. She had Robert’s receptionist badge, it was well after hours, and they basically knew her at this point. He’d pulled this shit on her so many times. Besides, the actual sensitive equipment was locked further inside behind more security clearances.

A fuming Angela marched across the tarmac and swiped her husband’s badge while cursing his stupid bald photo on the badge. It clicked open. Walking in, one of the janitorial staff looked at her with pity.

She softened her rage and glanced back at the male janitor with a “thank you” look in her eyes. Then walked behind the cutting edge office’s receptionist desk and looked for Robert’s lunch box. There was nothing.

But she did unearth some notes in Robert’s handwriting… and someone else’s on the same pieces of paper. Times scribbled down during weekday evenings, right after work. Little sticky post-its and just the letter J, some with a drawn heart. The penmanship was quite feminine, if Angela had to guess. What the hell was that?

“What are you looking for?” the janitor’s voice rang out.

Angela yelped and nearly fell backwards, so startled by having her train of thought broken. She stole another peek at the notes and kept track of the dates and times.

“Um, lunch box.”

“Ain’t nothin behind that desk,” the elderly worker said. “Y’all better go check the fridge. You know where it is?”

Angela sighed. “No.”

“Come on, I’ll take ya.”

She followed meekly behind him as he swiped his badge and entered deeper into the lab. She’d never ventured this deep before and was grateful for the assistance.

The dark corridors lit up as they walked through, revealing mostly white walls with a LLARC logo along one of the sides, painted at a shear like an arrow. Two rooms down, and the janitor led her into the breakroom, complete with fridge.

“This it?” he asked as he opened the fridge. The light bulb inside blinked on, then off.

“Huh. That’s weird,” he commented.

Then the fluorescent light overhead flickered rapidly a few times before shutting off. The whole building shook and rattled as a deep rumble crescendoed and rose in pitch for a few moments.

Angela yelped as she covered her ears. She felt like she was being pricked all over!

And then it was all over.

“Darlin’, you okay?” the janitor turned around, lunch box in hand. “It’s just a little spook, that’s all. Everything’s okay,” he reassured her.

Angela looked her body over. The goosebumps had risen across her bare forearms. She felt a little funny inside—warm, almost burning, but not unpleasantly. And the janitor, what was his name? Mark. Mark was looking at her with nothing but concern.

“Am I… do I look okay?” Angela asked cautiously.

“Yes hun, you’re fine. Scared of the dark, are ya?”

“Um… yeah, I suppose so.”

A group of shouting men down the hall could be hard. Some engineers charged past the entrance where Mark and Angela had come in and rushed down the hall.

“Guess these eggheads made some kind of mistake,” he chuckled.

“Heh. Yeah. Guess so. Thanks Mark,” Angela responded as she took Robert’s lunch box.

“Come on, I’ll take you outside. Don’t want you getting in trouble on account o’ not being known by these fellers. But it looks like they have their hands full anyways.”

“Thanks.”

He escorted her out. She made the uneventful trip to their local Chinese takeout, ordered some of the usuals, and went home.

By the time she got home 30 minutes later, she found half-eaten pizza on the dinner table. The meatloaf remained completely untouched. Madison was standing there, looking at her devastated mother’s expression.

She grabbed a slice and gave Angela a malicious look. “Dad ordered it. I had nothing to do with it,” she sneered as she saw the takeout in her mother’s hands. “So don’t you blame me about that. That’s your problem.”

She spun on her heels and took the greasy dripping slice to her room, leaving a trail of oil on the floor.

“Anj? You got my lunchbox?” Robert called from the living room, mouth full of bread and cheese.

Angela dropped it on the ground, put her Chinese takeout and meatloaf in the fridge, and stormed straight to bed.

Day 2

Angela awoke the next morning ahead of everyone else to prepare breakfast and lunch, as usual. But she was only greeted with the anger from last night knowing that there were so many leftovers available.

Her failing marriage gnawed deep in her gut, but she felt strangely vivacious today. Maybe a hot shower would do her good.

Taking off her raggedy pajamas and slipping on a bathrobe, she strolled into the bathroom. Only when Angela stood on the cold bathroom tiles had she noticed that the chill of the early morning hadn’t bothered her one bit! She was walking barefoot and comfortable for once in her life. Strange!

It was when she turned on the light and looked in the mirror that she really lost it.

Her heart beat rapidly as she almost freaked out at the sight of herself! What stranger did that face belong to!? Angela looked as if she’d regressed 30 years of her life, back to when she was in her early twenties and still looking forward to exploring the world and enjoying life. Vivacious, youthful, and pretty.

No, more than pretty. Even at twenty Angela didn’t think she looked like this. It wasn’t just that the dark bags under her eyes had faded away, or that the wrinkles on her forehead and out the corner of her eyes had seemingly become perfectly soft and smooth—her dark brown eyes had become… teal. And captivatingly so!

They seemed to glow with their own inner light, enchanting and mesmerizing even herself. She could stand there and stare at her own irises and complexion for the rest of the day and be satisfied.

No. No, that wasn’t fair. There was more of her to examine.

Her hair too, graying faster than usual due to her unhappiness and stress, looked completely transformed. Dark like polished and stained wood, lush, shiny, and fragrant. Like something out of a shampoo commercial, but better despite the lack of filters and digital touch ups.

Angela raised her hands to begin to run her hands through it, but was once again pleasantly shocked to see that her aging wrinkles had disappeared. They took a detour as they rubbed each other—soft, silky, and smooth. The dark sunspots had vanished too. Only healthy, lovely tanned skin remained.

Back on track, Angela brushed her fingers through her hair. God, it was silky! Those long, glossy russet strands spilled along and in between her delicate feminine fingers, wrapping and caressing her new skin with their warmth and fragrance. She marveled at how long her mane was now, repeatedly brushing through the same volume that spilled down to her torso now.

Following her new hair up to their source, Angela closed her eyes and moaned as she rubbed her healthy scalp. Her fingers applied such strong yet gentle pressure against her skull. She’d never been so sensitive before, and she certainly didn’t remember being this strong. The pressure she exerted from just her tips should have strained her fingers and forearms, but she knew felt no exertion at all. She knew she could press harder… but she didn’t want to crush her own skull.

She swished her hands through her hair one more time before finally removing them. Her hypnotic green eyes opened wide in fright as she saw the thin, graying strands now detached and curled in the palm of her hands.

Panicking, she looked back up in the mirror. But no, her new locks were as luscious as they first looked. Hell, even her panicked visage was attractive. That inviting, open mouth, those plump pink lips, and her cute button nose crinkling so cutely could probably attract any and all sympathizers.

No, she inhaled a deep breath of relief, not realizing that she had stopped. She was as mysteriously stunning as when she’d first looked in the mirror. Running her hands through her mane once more, she removed another bundle of her old, damaged hair. She giddily began to speed up as she flossed out every last strand of her old self.

Throwing off her robe unabashedly, Angela checked herself out in the mirror. Again, no wrinkles. Just soft, taut, skin that radiated pure health. Her breasts had not only lifted on her firmer torso, but they’d become inexplicably larger as well! There was no way she had ever been this well-endowed in her youth!

She traced the back of her perfectly manicured clear nails over the hard but feminine surface of her belly, sending tingles through her skin as they glided over her ribcage, before turning her palms over and upward so she could cup her new bosom. They were as unbelievably warm and firm as they looked. She dimpled and massaged those man-melting mounds, rolling them in her slender fingers as she felt the heat of lust surge through her body like wildfire.

Even her arousal was dialed up to 150!

How long had she been standing there, just checking herself out? She had to get going!

Angela turned on the water all the way to its highest temp and ran her hand over the cold water. She could register the feeling, but she really didn’t mind. Instead of waiting for it to run and build up steam, she steeled her willpower and jumped right in like diving into a cold ocean to get the inevitability over with.

And to her surprise, which she cognitively knew at this point should not surprise her at all, she didn’t find it the least bit uncomfortable. She ran it through her hair and massaged her scalp once more, before grabbing the loofah and scrubbing her perfect skin. Amazingly, she had no hair left on her body. Nothing on her polished legs that looked like they were carved out of smooth marble. Nothing on the backs of her arms, on her smooth and evenly colored armpits, and nothing on her pubic mound at all.

God, she was beautiful. Beautiful and horny.

Following the rivulets of water down her ridiculous hourglass curvature, Angela’s hand slid apst the wet flesh of her cobbled abs, past the smooth erotic swell of her pubic mound as two fingers slid in between the fold atop the junction of her tight, fleshy thighs. She moaned gutturally as she parted her pink labia, stroking away at her entrance and her protruding, needy clit simultaneously.

Molten pleasure raced through her veins as she saw stars under her half-lidded eyes. She pressed harder and harder against her aching bud, her hand vibrating so fast that it actually became a blur. Steam rose off her body as the lukewarm water splashed against her hot skin.

Her entire body wracked and spasmed across her powerful arm and hand. Her free hand cracked a few shower tiles into pieces as her fingers slammed into it for support.

It only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity of pleasure to Angela’s enhanced, efficient mind.

As soon as it passed, Angela’s hypnotic eyes shot open. She felt even more invigorated than before. She was certain she could run a marathon and a half of raw, unbridled sex. And then maybe do a few laps more.

Perhaps Robert would be interested…

After giving Robert a goodbye kiss in the morning and noting the tent she’d caused in his pants for the first time in a decade, she waved him off and enjoyed his lingering back glances at her. Then, she drove Madison to school. Her daughter did not share her husband’s admiration. And she didn’t hesitate to spill her guts as soon as they were seated in their sedan.

“That’s really pathetic, Mom.”

“What did you say!?” Angela replied in shock, less submissively than she normally would.

“You think just cuz you dyed your hair and put on some extensions, you can make it up with Dad? You know he’s cheating on you, right?”

“Madison, you watch your mouth!”

“I bet it’s someone way younger than you. What do you think will happen when that little hair job wears off?”

Even despite the deep-cutting insults intended to spite, Angela couldn’t deny the fact that she’d found those suspicious notes. She dropped Madison off without another word as she felt her daughter’s contempt.

On that Tuesday evening, after Angela and Robert reheated Chinese leftovers while Madison threw a tantrum and had her boyfriend pick her up, the two adults found themselves alone at home. And both were actually eager to spend the time together. Intimately.

“Wow Anj. You look so young!”

“Is that all you think?” she smirked as they undressed each other.

“Beautiful too! Are those contacts you’re wearing?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond, but Robert closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. She was happy to oblige.

Within minutes, Angela had forced Robert down onto the bed and rode on top of him while pinning him down with a single hand on his chest. And within seconds of entering her impossibly tight, moist grip, he had exploded fiercely.

The two lay side by side in bed as Robert fell into a deep, post-coital slumber. Angela smiled briefly, thinking that she’d done a good job, only to remember that she was horny, and there was still that issue of the other woman.

She’d challenge him on it tomorrow.

Day 3

Angela’s green eyes snapped wide open before the sun had even risen. Fully awake and aware, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and floated through the air toward the bathroom. When she reached the mirror with the lights still off, she suddenly realized two things.

One: she could see in the dark.

Two: she was flying.

She checked herself out in the mirror while covered by the shroud of darkness. Her limbs had grown even longer, her abs even more strongly defined, her breasts… gloriously large. And she wasn’t sickly thin or gangly either. Her entire body thrummed with womanly flesh and power. She did a floating pirouette as she checked out her taut and supple back and the wonderful hemi-globes of her butt. A brief squeeze and contraction of her supercharged muscles elicited a soft whistle from her perfect mouth.

Suddenly, her vision zoomed in on her own magnificent assets. She could scarcely believe it, but she had such incredible microscopic focus on every single millimeter of her own perfect body; all of it clean, unmarked, and flawless. And despite the incredible resolutions she was seeing at, her eyes and brain scanned her entire body in a fraction of a second at speeds that belied belief.

And something in her brain told her that this was only a fraction of the power available to her.

Wanting to experiment, Angela carved back through the air absolutely silently. Robert didn’t rustle at all as she nearly mangled the doorknob to their bedroom door. Now floating out in the hallway, she could hear Madison’s quiet breathing from behind their daughter’s closed door. In fact, if Angela really focused, she realized she could hear… everything!

Their neighbors’ snoring, someone down the street on his morning jog, the rustling of bedsheets from a dog a few blocks away… everything was clear as day to her. And she had no trouble processing any of it!

Excited beyond belief, she sped out of her house at super speed, knowing better than to feel surprised at her incredible velocity while not exercising very precise control. Still a tanned, flesh-colored blur, she opened the garage door, put the car in neutral, and dragged it out into the driveway by tugging on its rear bumper with a single hand. All while floating.

Once it was out of the garage, she tilted the whole thing vertical and lifted the creaking chassis above her head. The old and lumbering machine struggled under its own weight, but Angela paid it no mind as she quickly shifted her hand away and supported the whole thing with a single extended index finger.

It was so easy!

Knowing that she could have held the entire thing there forever, she’d still performed her feat, starting with the exit of their house, in under a second. She lowered her arm and let the car come back down to earth before any permanent harm was done. With a puff of breath, she blew the horizontal so its tires were parallel with the earth once more, then caught it before it crashed to the ground with just the arch of her dainty foot.

She grinned.

The two women sat in the car as Angela drove Madison to work. Angela was building up her confidence to confront her daughter’s intolerable behavior, but the bratty girl broke the silence first.

“No need to pick me up from school, Mom. I’m gonna hang out with Brandon.”

“Now Madison, I think you shouldn’t stay out too late. I’ll have dinner prepared,” she tried to be subtle about it.

Her message came through loud and clear.

“You just don’t want me to hang out with him. I don’t care if you don’t like Brandon, Mom!”

“Madison, he is a bad influence on you. He’s messy and sometimes I think he smells like weed. You shouldn’t associate with him.”

“Pfft. Whatever, Mom. Like you’d understand. Considering your relationship with Dad, why should I listen to you?”

Angela had half a mind to slap her daughter across the face, but that might take her head clean off. Instead, she fumed in silence and dropped her insufferable daughter off.

Now alone, Angela sped through the suburban streets to drop the stupid car off. Considering her impossible powers, it seemed far beneath her to have to drive that stupid hunk of metal around.

Nearly ripping the car door off in her grip with her exit, she slammed it shut, shaking the whole frame of the vehicle. Then she took right off into the air and headed for LLARC high up in the bright sky, too far to be seen by the naked human eye.

She covered the 15 mile distance in a few seconds, creating a few thundering sonic booms in her wake. Her clothes didn’t survive the trip either. Not that she cared. Those frumpy and now ill-fitting things were also not worthy of her.

Her hypersensitive and discerning ears picked up some discussions from the scientists inside the building. Ignoring Robert for the moment, she peered down through miles of empty sky and through the building’s layers of roofing with her x-ray vision. Her eyesight was so sharp, her hearing so enhanced, that she could perceive as clearly as if she were right there in the building.

The scientists were still reviewing logs and auditing all of the events that had happened yesterday evening. Nobody seemed harmed. One of the male staff, the lead perhaps, had scribbled down some notes that he nervously fidgeted with and didn’t bring up during the meeting. Angela’s eyes pierced his blocking hands and deciphered his nearly illegible handwriting without issue. It mentioned that the strange accident might have had some impact on female anatomy… but when it became clear that none of the staff logged in that day were female, he decided he wouldn’t mention it.

Angela’s eyes bulged as her thick lashes curled upward. Fascinating, she thought. So she was the only one.

Satisfied with her status as the lone and unknown superwoman of the world, she turned her attention to Robert at the front desk.

Her look of satisfaction quickly turned into a scowl. Robert was calling his… his girlfriend. There was no denying it. Apparently all it had taken was a few seconds of the best orgasm of his life, and now he wanted to end his two year infidelity with his mistress.

Angela wasn’t sure whether to be furious at Robert or feel sorry for the girl, who clearly had no idea that Robert had been married the whole time. She decided both emotions were appropriate. As her unfaithful husband finished the conversation and hung up on the poor woman, Angela’s ears picked up the voice on the other end of the call. Sue was only 30 miles away. Her eyes identified the sobbing woman as she hung up.

Angela decided a little cheer-up visit in the not too distant future was in order.

Angela flew home effortlessly with her superspeed and made her way into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Her hands blurred as she kneaded fresh dough powerfully against the countertop, her wrists nearly cracking the marble countertop with every knead and tug. Whirling the disk of dough above her head like a seasoned expert, she laughed as the thing flattened out perfectly evenly thanks to her discerning eyesight and lightning-fast reflexes.

Placing it flat and still moving at superspeed, she fetched a can of tomato sauce and carved the metal lid open with her fingernail. Pouring the red liquid onto the dough with her left, she smoothed it out using a ladle in her right. Then blurred to the fridge, sliced the pepperoni into thin strips in under a second, sprinkled pre-grated mozzarella across the whole thing, and placed the raw fatty meat on top.

Angela was about to put it in the oven… but why let an inferior oven cook it when she had much better means at her disposal? She narrowed her teal eyes, focusing her infinite power in her pupils and let a gentle beam of heat scorch the pizza. The dough inflated as the cheese melted and pepperoni sizzled while she easily let her lasers caress the pizza, back and forth.

The wonderful fragrance of gooey cheese and cooked meat filled the air. Even the dough smelled fresh and yeasty. For a finishing touch, Angela let her eyes skim around the circumference of the pizza with a little more intensity, giving the crust a nice char as if cooked in a wood-fired oven.

It was only after she’d completed cooking and Robert and Madison had come home when she realized she was naked. It must have been her superspeed flight! She zipped to the bedroom and came out fully dressed (albeit rather skimpily with her too-small clothes) and greeted them with dinner.

“Hey Anj, what’s for dinner?” Robert asked.

“MOM! I don’t care what you cooked! I want pizza again!” an entitled Madison demanded.

Angela smiled and presented her perfect artisan-crafted dish. Both Robert and Madison’s jaw dropped, first at the wonderfully fragrant dish, then at Angela’s beautiful smile and warm, open demeanor.

She tore fresh basil and served dinner. They both ate it happily, albeit still uncertain of what Angela had become.

Afterwards, Robert suggested not-so-subtly that Madison should leave the house and go to her boyfriend’s. Madison gave a disapproving glance at her mother before making a face of disgust knowing what was about to happen. Angela heard her daughter subvocalize “slut” as she marched out of the house.

It was so ridiculous that she laughed out loud at the insult.

But it was time to get serious. Robert guided her into the bedroom like an excited teenage boy. Angela could easily have broken his advances with her super strength, but she had other plans in mind.

He stripped off his clothes in a hurry while Angela just watched. His flesh was weak. Flabby. Unworthy of her new form. He tried to guide her to bed, but she resisted his urgent tugging and just stayed rooted in place.

“Robert, you’ve been cheating on me.”

He gasped in shock at her straightforward and bold statement.

“N…no I haven’t!” he replied, completely unconvincingly.

“Hmm.”

Angela zipped forward and wrapped his already growing erection in the silky, warm embrace of her smooth hand. She merely held his iron still in her grip, but Robert immediately surged to full strength. Angela regarded it derogatorily.

“Don’t think this little thing of yours can satisfy me. I barely got anything out of you last night. And the way I am now… I feel completely limitless. I’m so much better than I was yesterday.”

“A-Angela…?” Robert moaned in fear and shock at his wife’s sudden change of behavior.

“So… you better call Sue and beg her to take you back…” Angela continued to hold his furiously throbbing erection completely still in her hand.

Robert gasped, both in lust and shock. His heart fluttered in pure nervousness.

“Or you come clean with me. Who knows what I’ll be able to do tomorrow,” she smirked as her feet left the floor as Angela displayed her powers to him for the first time.

Robert’s eyes squeezed shut as he ejaculated fiercely in Angela’s hand. She vaporized his pathetic semen off of her invulnerable hand with her heat vision.

“Take your time now, Robert dear. Think about it. And let’s see what happens tomorrow.”

She shoved his limp, drained body into bed and disappeared from view.

Day 4

Angela awoke from her floating position in the sky above Sue’s house, rousing from slumber just as her target did. Her mind felt even sharper now. Incisive. Everyone else’s vulnerable mortal brains were so exposed to hers, so much less developed than hers.

The poor woman had sobbed all night and woke up with puffy red eyes. Angela descended from the sky, stood outside the locked gate, and undid the latch with a gentle application of her mind. As she floated toward Sue’s front door, it too unlocked itself and swung open.

Angela’s operation was so surgical that Sue didn’t even notice or hear anything strange happening. That is, until a beautiful brunette goddess was hovering before her in all of her naked glory.

“Wh-who are you!? You’re… flying!? Am I dreaming?” Sue gasped in astonishment.

“No, Sue. This is real. I am Robert’s wife. That man you were dating.”

“He has a wife!? That’s not possible! You can’t be… why would he ever date me if he had you!?” Sue cried. “Is this some kind of practical joke? And how are you flying!?”

“So you really didn’t know.”

“Please get out of my house! You’re scaring me!” she wailed.

Angela’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the poor woman’s memories. All her husband’s indecencies, all of that affection he’d given the younger woman… it was true. He never did tell her. He’d always hidden his wedding band prior to their meetings.

Sue gasped as she felt the foreign presence exit her mind.

“Wh-what just…” she whispered. “I just saw all my memories, like an outsider…”

“Shh,” Angela reassured her. “I just read your mind. I’m sorry for what he did to you.”

“You… you’re a goddess…” Sue’s voice was a tiny squeak.

“Hmm. No, not quite yet. But I suppose I’m not far off.”

Angela regarded the young woman. It was impressive that Robert had somehow seduced someone as cute as her. As she casually continued to pierce the woman’s mind, it suddenly occurred to the floating beauty that it was more than Sue’s thoughts she could scan. It was… everything. Everything about Sue was hers to mold. Everything about the world could be shaped in her hands. Like putty.

“What are you doing here? Why did you come see me?” Sue whispered in awe.

“Because I felt bad for what my husband did to you. He wronged you. And I’ve come to apologize. May I kiss you?”

If Sue was shocked by Angela’s brazen offer, she hid it well. She wiped her tears as her puffy eyes focused on Angela’s body. She was beautiful beyond belief.

“Yes please…” Sue answered reverently.

Angela floated over and wrapped her arms behind Sue’s back and lifted her off the floor. Two pairs of lips meshed and intertwined, nibbling and sucking in midair as Angela began to reshape Sue’s body. She began by undoing a night of crying done unto Sue’s eyes before sending her surging power through the rest of Sue’s body, tightening and expanding the woman’s flesh in all the right places.

When the two finally pulled their lips apart with a trail of glistening saliva hanging between them, both their eyes were glazed over in lust.

“I… think I like you,” Sue moaned as her heart beat rapidly. “I’ve never been interested in women before, but…”

“Find yourself a nice girlfriend, if you like. You’ll be okay,” Angela reassured as much as implanted her statement deep into Sue’s mind.

“Yes… I can find a nice girlfriend. I’ll be fine,” she droned. “Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you, goddess!” she yelped, her voice back to normal now.

Angela waved goodbye to the poor victim. And her suggestion to Sue didn’t seem like such a bad idea for herself either.

Robert had to drive Madison to school in the morning. He had no idea where his goddess of a wife had gone. The whole drive, he had to suffer listening to his daughter talk about how their mother was a slut, how he should leave her for his girlfriend. If he’d paid attention, he’d know that Madison had become extremely terrified of their mother and was trying to get away from her. But he paid his daughter no mind.

All he could think about was how hard he had orgasmed in the still palm of her hand. He gulped. Her ultimatum hung heavily on his mind.

He badged into work, but he was a total wreck. Not that he really needed to focus on his job. But people speaking to him grew annoyed as they repeatedly snapped at him to get his attention. He picked up his phone to call Sue. She didn’t pick up.

In despair, he texted his wife and asked where she was and if he could meet her. She responded! Angela told him to go home where she’d be waiting for him.

Robert grabbed his belongings and bolted out the front door of LLARC. He didn’t care that he was skipping his shift. He needed to grovel before Angela and beg her forgiveness. Maybe he could patch things up with his sudden supermodel wife. And maybe, just maybe, she’d make him orgasm like that again.

“Anj! Please! I’m sorry! I was… yes, I was cheating on you! I was bad! I admit it!” Robert got on his knees and pleaded to Angela who was floating in midair.

“Don’t call me Anj. Call me Angela,” she replied coldly.

“But… but you always liked Anj…” Robert was even more crestfallen as he continued to antagonize his incomprehensibly beautiful and supernatural wife.

“No, Robert. I do not like it.”

“S-sorry! Angela, I’m sorry!”

“So, you admit you were cheating. After you lied to me. Did you try to contact her again?”

“No!” he barked. But his heart began to accelerate with guilt.

Angela merely raised an eyebrow at her old, balding, pathetic excuse of a man.

“Sorry! I’m soorrrrrrry! I lied again! Please, take me back! Please please please,” he sobbed.

“You know, Robert. I’ve been thinking. You should see your little girlfriend now. After what I’ve done to her, she’s an absolute knockout. And she’s making me think that I’ve been playing the wrong field all along.

“You… what…?”

“I transformed her body. With my mind. It was easy.”

She demonstrated by pointing at a ceramic vase of long dead and forgotten flowers in their house. The whole thing hovered into the air before the wilted, crispy stems left the vase behind. With a swipe of Angela’s hand, the long dried petals collecting on the table reattached to the roses and began to regain their beautiful red, pink, and white vibrancy. The stems turned plump and green once more as sharp thorns protruded from the stalk.

With a snap of her perfectly manicured digits, the porcelain vase turned into transparent glass. Fresh, clean water filled the bulb from the bottom up. The roses arranged themselves as they sank back into the pool of clean water and floated before Angela, who took a nice, long whiff.

Robert watched, mouth agape in pure shock.

“So to think… two goddesses in your life. How lucky you are! Except you don’t get to be with either one of them.”

Robert churned in existential horror as he felt Angela’s mind invade his. He had an out-of-body experience and observed helplessly as Angela placed new locks and bindings in his mind that prevented him from coming anywhere near Sue. When she let him go, he began to sob.

“Now you see. Sue doesn’t want you. And I don’t want you as you are either. However… there is a way we can get what we both want.”

“Pleeeeease Angela,” he managed to choke out between ugly cries. “I’ll do anything!”

An image of himself as a beautiful woman with a head full of blonde hair flashed into his mind. It was… foreign. Terrifying. Was that really his only option?

“Decide now, Robert. If you let me transform you, you can be with me. Otherwise, good luck in your boring, mediocre life.”

He imagined his life without Sue or Angela. Sitting at a front desk, greeting people and printing out badges or handing out stickers and markers. No thrill of cheating, no satisfaction of ordering his wife around. He gasped at his own internal dialog and looked at Angela, who smiled knowingly at him. He was too far gone. Could he go back to his pathetic life after experiencing such overwhelming bliss just from Angela’s grip?

“Do me! Do me! I’ll do anything to stay by your side!” Robert surrendered.

“Good boy. Or should I say, girl?”

Robert gulped as Angela floated toward his kneeling body. She extended a long, polished leg and lifted his chin with just her toes. His whole body began to rise from that impossible fulcrum of support, yet he felt no pain. When her leg was extended high enough to bring the two eye-to-eye, she reached out and tapped him on the forehead with a lone finger.

Robert’s entire world froze as a warm yet horrifying sensation flooded his body. His long barren scalp tingled as luscious blonde locks began to grow out of them, looking like a thin sheen of peach fuzz before rapidly lengthening like spun gold all the way down to his butt. A strange, cold force gripped his eyes, and suddenly he knew that they had been transformed into a shimmering ice blue.

All of his unsightly stubble disappeared from his chin and face as his entire visage became softer, featuring soft, plump, ruby red lips, a cute button nose, deep set eyes and round, glowing cheeks. He—or she—gasped, and then gasped once more at the lovely lilt of her new voice.

Traveling down her torso, Angela’s little tap continued to disintegrate all of the unkempt body hair along the front of his torso and back while simultaneously smoothing and softening his skin into expanses of warm flesh, taut and lightly tanned.

Her chest burned especially hot before large swells of womanly flesh exploded outward, perfectly spherical and firm. They burst the thin threads holding the buttons in on her striped business-casual clothing, far too large and beautiful to be contained. Her unsightly gut began to recede into perfect flatness before six impressive bulges decorated her beautiful tummy even as her waist sucked inward… as if bound by an invisible corset tied two loops too tight.

Robert—no, Lily. She decided her name was Lily—felt a surge of arousal as she looked down at the vision-blocking swell of her decolletage. But that feeling turned to fear as Angela’s cold power widened her hips and moved down to her pubic mound.

Lily grimaced as she expected… well, she didn’t know what to expect. But her wife’s power disintegrated all of her unsightly pubic hair before simply melting away her former body’s penis, leaving behind a beautiful pink clit and the smooth slit of an innie labia. She breathed in a deep sigh of relief as her wife-goddess-mistress’s power completed the task, traveling down her legs and depilating the remaining hairs while lengthening and sculpting her legs and feet into dainty, fluid, feminine perfection.

Angela floated back and admired her handiwork.

“Not bad,” she concluded with a smoky hint of arousal in her voice.

Lily sucked in a deep breath into her neverending lung capacity as she felt Angela’s merciful power finish its deed. And then she realized she was still floating.

“Whoa! Oh my god!” her cute, high-pitched voice echoed. “I’m… I’m flying!” Lily flapped her arms like a cartoon character.

“Naturally. If I’m going to get any use out of you, you’d better be more than just human.”

Lily’s crystal-blue eyes began to drip huge tears of gratitude. Even her crying looked beautiful now. She zipped forward at superspeed to embrace Angela. The new woman squealed and bounced excitedly in midair ilke an excited teen.

“I… can’t… wait to be your devoted spouse!” Lily threw up a “V” sign before pressing her new voluptuous body against Angela’s even more impressive form.

“Yes, yes. I’m proud of you,” Angela smiled genuinely. “I’m going to take sole ownership of the house and redecorate it. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not!!” Lily squealed.

The sound of screeching tires greeted the two women from the driveway.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Madison yelled as she burst into the house. “Who the fuck is that?” she screeched at the two embracing women.

“Madison. Shouldn’t you be at school?” Angela replied calmly.

“Mom? Is that you? What are you, a dyke now!?”

“Geez Madison, is that how you talk to your parents? Super disrespectful! That’s no way to talk in front of your father,” she wrinkled her beautiful nose at the word and corrected herself. “Or should I say, other mother?!” Lily turned around and faced Madison for the first time in her new body.

“W-what are you talking about…” Madison’s face was a mask of confusion and terror.

Lily floated down to the ground and walked with even steps toward Madison. And even though her father—or new mother—was no longer flying, she seemed taller than before!

Lily looked Madison straight in the eyes with a playful grin on her face.

“Your mother made me worthy of her. I was a terrible husband to her. But now, I will try to be the best wife she’s ever had. And that begins with you not being a total buzzkill!”

“N-no…” Madison scampered back before running out of the house and yelling at her boyfriend’s car to stop driving and come back to pick her up.

Day 5

After a long, sleepless night of lesbian love, Angela left a comatose Lily to sleep off the sexual exhaustion. At some point, Lily had become a useless, orgasmic wreck for four continuous hours from Angela’s touching. It was nice, but despite the powerup, Lily still wasn’t doing enough for Angela. But she had a wicked idea to try and fix that later.

For now, the banks were opening, and Angela had terrible mundane business to take care of. Floating above the still sleeping Lily, a nude Angela stroked her long blonde locks and caressed her face before disappearing. A rush of air ruffled the surrounding area to fill the vacuum that Angela’s body had left behind.

She reappeared at the bank, fully dressed in a fashionable white blouse and black blazer, snappy heels, and a black skirt that hugged her curvaceous figure and covered her down to the knee. She flung her thick mane back and straightened her collar.

A short line of customers was forming at the tellers, but she needed someone more senior to handle her home affairs. Angela hovered there patiently waiting to be serviced, but everyone—both customers and staff—stared in disbelief at the seven foot tall amazon goddess.

“Tch,” Angela clicked her tongue. Her green eyes glowed as if backlit as she invaded everyone’s mind and made them pliable to her commands.

“Everyone go back to your daily routines,” her decrees took root in their mind and easily wiped away all objections. “You will not think anything out of the ordinary about me,” she continued, lying on her side in midair and checking her fingernails.

Everyone began moving again as the sound of riffling money from the counting machines resumed. Unfortunately, her command meant that some lazy banking agents were deliberately ignoring her while they sipped their morning coffee and chatted amongst themselves.

“Excuse me,” Angela singled out one of them with a jab of her pretty finger. Curling it, he was dragged along the floor by Angela’s power until he stood before her “lying” midair form.

“I need you to change a deed to my name. You will assist me. Now.”

“Yes ma’am, right away ma’am. Please follow me.”

Angela floated patiently behind him as she stretched her limbs. He sat down behind his desk and gestured at the opposite seat, which Angela greeted with a singular raised eyebrow.

“Ah, yes, well,” the agent cleared his throat nervously. “Address of property? And Title?”

“Robert Barlow. 1001 Junction Way.”

“And is Mr. Barlow here today?” he asked without looking as he focused on his computer.

Angela chuckled. “No. He’s not anywhere anymore.”

“Is he… deceased? I’m sorry to hear that, but if so, the property would go to you by default. Assuming you are his wife. Or next of kin, something like that.”

“No, no, not at all,” Angela replied cryptically with a crooked shit-eating grin. “Robert isn’t with us anymore, but… she is alive and well.”

“Erm, I’m afraid I don’t understand,” the agent turned to face the now upside-down floating Angela who was slowly rotating idly.

“You do not have to understand. Transfer the title to me. Everything will be fine,” she overwhelmed his mind and overwrote his objections. And then she kissed the tips of her fingers and blew him a little kiss to ensure his obedience.

“Yes ma’am,” his fingers flew along the keyboard as fast as they possibly could. “Do you have the original deed?”

Angela extended her open palm into the air and fabricated a new one, completely identical to the original. She handed it to him.

“Thank you, ma’am. Just a moment…”

Angela smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying her limitless powers.

“Angela! Where have you been? I missed you sooo much!” Lily heard a pop in the living room. She zipped out of the hallway where she’d been rearranging at superspeed and greeted her wife with a bright smile and a loving gaze. “I cleaned the kitchen, the living room, I took the couch outside and flipped it upside down and shook it out with my bare hands, I dusted the whole house with my superbreath… I love my powers! Thank you sooooo much I love you! I hope I did good…”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Lily. I just transferred the house to my name. And you did good, but I hate to break it to you, but I’m about to modify the whole house to my liking, so your work may have gone to waste…” Angela cradled Lily’s face.

“Aw man!” Lily crossed her arms and huffed, puffing her cheeks out and crinkling the bridge of her nose.

“I still appreciate the gesture. Now stay still…”

The walls of the house all began to fly away from them, expanding to cover a seemingly infinite amount of space. Their old furniture began to morph into futuristic gadgets and doodads while black fisheye screens with a few hand turned knobs poked through the walls and connected to them. Automatic whooshing doors operated by finger and palm prints allowed access while replicators were zapped into creation in all rooms.

And all the meanwhile, their modest suburban home looked completely unchanged from the outside, save for the mysterious sound of grinding walls and beeping electronics…

Madison had spent the night at her boyfriend’s, and it was her first time coming back after discovering she somehow had two mothers now. She came home after school, not knowing what impossibilities to expect on this brand new day. But she certainly didn’t expect this.

The inside of the house was completely transformed! How could… it…

Madison ran back out the front door and rubbed her eyes as she took another good look at the house. Same old red tiled roof, white walls, windows, and so on. But inside…

She walked in the house. The door whooshed shut behind her, startling her silly.

How was it so huge in here!? And what was this place?

The blank walls lit up, ushering Madison to her room. The floor underneath her feet turned into a conveyor belt and ferried her along. After three minutes, she was finally deposited in her room. The door slid shut behind her.

What the hell was this!? Her bed was a rectangular block, hard and uncomfortable. Her walls were totally bare, save for some view screens and a strange, glowing receptacle. An analogue clock rested on her symmetrically designed nightstand.

Then, a seven foot, toned brunette with a brick wall for her abs suddenly materialized in her room.

“Hello Madison,” Angela’s mellifluous voice echoed in the science-fiction looking room. Her bare feet hovered two feet above the floor.

“Mom?! Is this our house!? I hate this room! Why can’t I have my own room back!?”

“You still think you have any say here? I’m not just your mother now; I’m a goddess. And still transforming. I can feel it…”

Madison continued her tirade as if her all-powerful mother hadn’t just spoken.

“And what you did to Dad… he’s not even… Mom! You can’t do this! You’re just proving everything I always said about you! You’re so pathetic, you could never do anything for yourself! That’s why… that’s why you have to make yourself look like that! To draw attention! You’re insecure and weak! Leave me alone!” Madison spat her bile.

“As you wish…” Angela complied threateningly.

“You’re… you’re…” Madison started. But no further sounds came out of her mouth. Her lips kept flapping, but only the sound of hissing air escaped. She clutched at her non-functioning throat with her hands in panic.

Angela waved goodbye and vanished once more. The door to her daughter’s bedroom melded into the wall, leaving her trapped in a room with no exit. She cried aloud, her voice restored now that Angela no longer had to listen to her insipid screeching.

With her daughter now taken care of, Angela floated along the hallways of her new home, admiring her handiwork. It was time for her to take the next step with Lily.

“Oh Lilyyy!” her voice echoed in Lily’s mind.

Within a second, Lily had arrived in their bedroom via her superspeed.

“Yes, my love?” she responded as the wake of her travel slammed into the two superwomen. Neither paid it any mind.

Both of their outfits disintegrated from Angela’s brief thought, leaving two perfect, naked, superbodies.

“I had an idea…” Angela smiled conspiratorially.

She zipped behind Lily and pushed her irrepressible breasts against Lily’s supposedly invulnerable body, causing it to yield to her magnificent orbs. Slithering her arms under Lily’s and tracing her hand across the top of her wife’s pubic mound, she formed a column with her hand and conjured a beautiful, thick, slightly above average cock for Lily to satisfy her with. Angela gave it a few lusty pumps while hotly nibbling Lily’s earlobe. Her strong, silken squeeze caused Lily’s new penis to erupt within seconds.

“Oh my goddess!!!” Lily screamed as she arched her back and writhed in pleasure, thick ropes of semen jetting out of her prick while her vagina leaked her perfect feminine juices.

“Mm… glad it works. Now, fill me with it and satisfy me properly…” Angela moaned huskily as she dug deep into Lily’s body and removed any limits to her male-anatomy orgasm. “And after you finish filling me, I’ll make one for myself,” Angela whispered as a slight bulge poked against Lily’s arched back, “and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to fly straight.”

Lily mewled in ecstasy.

Day 6

Locked in her room, Madison called her boyfriend Brandon to come and rescue her. Before he could ring the doorbell, the door opened itself and beckoned him in.

“Hello?” he called out as he stepped in. “Madison? WHOA!”

The floor shifted under him as the walls closed in. They kept him upright as he was conveyored rapidly and unceremoniously deposited in Madison’s room.

“What’s going on here?! How is this your house?” Brandon asked incredulously.

“Oh my god! Brandon! You gotta get me outta here! The door to my room is back; hurry, let’s go!”

She grabbed his arm and ran toward the exit of her room, heaving a sigh of relief when it slid open with a whoosh. Only to find her two mothers waiting for her as soon as she turned the corner.

“N-n-n-n…” Madison began to stutter.

“Whoa…” Brandon stared entranced at Angela and Lily.

“Lily. Our daughter is so disobedient. I tried to punish her, and she still tries to get away!” Angela rubbed it in, worsening a terrified Madison’s anxiety.

“What do you think we should do?” a bubbly Lily wondered aloud, placing a finger on her chin.

“I don’t know. Don’t you wish we had a good daughter? One that was smart, obedient, and nice? One that respects us?”

“Yaah, that sounds like a great idea!”

“What are you two talking about…” Madison began to backstep, but a snap of Angela’s fingers froze Madison in place. “Nooo! Why can’t I move? Leave me alone!”

“Oh don’t worry, dearest daughter,” Angela said with sarcastic emphasis on ‘dearest.’ “You’re not the one we’re going to transform… Brandon, right?”

“M-m-me?” he stammered, still gobsmacked by the two flying women before him.

“Yes. How would you like to be our new daughter?”

“That’s impossible… how could… what…”

“Oh, it’s quite simple, really. I will transform your body to be perfect, just like me and Lily. I will overwrite your mind and make you smart, good-natured, and well-liked by everyone. Easy to get along with. And you’ll even be able to fly like us. Fire lasers from your eyes. Do all the incredible things we can do. Show him, Lily.”

Lily promptly did a pirouette in midair with elegance and grace, before her sparkling blue eyes glowed with furious power and blasted a hole through the wall of their house. With her demonstration completed, she wiggled her hips and giggled cutely.

Angela restored their home with a mere thought and continued.

“Or you can stay as you are. Date my unworthy daughter. Live your insignificant life. What will it be?”

Madison watched in horror as Brandon hesitated. He wasn’t seriously considering it, was he?

“Oh my god! Do it! Do it! I want to be like you two!”

Angela smiled brightly. The entire room seemed to light up.

“Now that’s a good daughter. I think we’ll call you… Claire,” she complimented him as she floated forward and tapped him gently on the forehead. “Be sure to treat Claire nicely, Madison! Because she will definitely be nice to you!”

Angela and Lily giggled as they flew away as they discussed just how they would fuck each other loud enough for Madison to hear. While Madison remained frozen, staring in horror as Brandon transformed into a beautiful blonde teen, forever to outshine herself. She could only hope that Claire would be able to free her from Angela’s paralysis…

Day 7

“Claire honey! Your mother and I are going on a vacation! You’re in charge of the house. Take good care of Madison, okay?”

“Yes moms! I will!” Claire shouted back. “Oh Madison, you and I are going to have so much fun! I saw you got a C- on your last homework assignment. Don’t worry, I can teach you everything you need to know. With a little work, your grades will be as good as mine, even if you don’t have all my superpowers and super brain!”

Madison sobbed.

The two women rocketed out the roof of their house and quickly broke past Earth’s orbit, taking their time as they traveled the stars. Angela kept catching Lily’s eye with her loving gaze while Lily blushed and giggled cutely, their voices unaffected by the deep vacuum of space. The two were so in love and so distracted that Lily almost flew right through the core of Mars before Angela gave her a gentle shove, sending her thousands of kilometers out of the way.

Lily covered the distance back to Angela and returned her own playful shove, which Angela didn’t bother to resist. A gentle application of Lily’s hands sent Angela careening right through the entire planet, shattering the red planet into billions of rocks. The two giggled in the midst of the cataclysmic space shower before flying deeper into the far reaches of the solar system. Every last fragment, every last piece of rock and swirling space dust that was Mars suddenly flew back together and recreated the red planet perfectly.

“Let’s do that again on the way back,” Angela spoke into Lily’s mind.

“Hell yeah!” Lily cheered. “But why not now?”

“Hmm… why indeed?”

Within that three sentence exchange, they were in Jupiter’s orbit now. Only Jupiter was currently on the other side of the sun. With a mischievous glance at each other, they carved through space and met up where the giant gas planet was. Lily giggled as Angela’s eyes glowed, firing two thick, intensely white-hot beams that sliced the planet and destabilized its core in seconds.

Jupiter was no more.

“Coooooooool!” Lily clapped. The shockwaves of her little hands slapping together shattered a nearby asteroid.

“Your turn to put it back,” Angela taunted.

“Hey, what!? You know I can’t… oh, you’re so mean!” Lily puffed her cheeks out.

Angela laughed at her wife and snapped her fingers. The voluminous gas giant reappeared, no worse for wear.

Minutes later (because they were taking their time cuddling), the powerful duo appeared at their destination near Neptune. Angela extracted the shimmering white and blue ring dust to form an elegant, swishing ball gown around her body while Lily relied on her overwhelming physical power to gather the raw materials and fuse it in the palm of her hands with a tiny bit of pressure before fashioning it into her own gown.

The two began their intimate space ballet, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company and affection. As they danced, a swirling mist of space dust began to orbit the pair before forming into two extraterrestrial, beautiful wedding bands that slipped on each of their fingers.

They smiled and kissed.

Day 12

“Claire! Claire! Ohmuhgurd you should totally try out for the track team! You’d kill it!”

“I dunno, Beth. Long jump doesn’t really mean much when I can fly…” Claire responded.

“I bet you could throw a discus all the way to Spokane!”

“Haha! I could go much further than that!” Claire giggled as she flexed a small, beautiful bicep. “But that wouldn’t be fair to you girls.”

“You’re a total shoe-in for valedictorian too!”

“Aww, thanks girls. It’s so cool to be surrounded by people who support me so much,” Claire blushed furiously.

Meanwhile, Madison sat within earshot, feeling a hot knife of jealousy twist deep in her gut.

“What are you gonna do after you graduate? Go to college?”

“Oh yeah, definitely! I think I’ll try doing the superhero thing while I’m at it. Promise we all keep in touch?” Claire asked.

“Yeah!!!”

Madison spat and began to walk home, cutting class for the rest of the day. At least she could find solitude in the room she hated before her cloyingly perfect sister got home from school to lecture her about it.