My Wife Put on a Costume and Now She's God! (Patreon)

My Wife Put on a Costume and Now She's God!
Commissioned by Rjjt
Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1

Mark thumbed through the wide array of costumes in the poorly lit pop-up costume shop in their local consignment store. Their friends were throwing a costume party, and neither he nor Joanna had anything appropriate. Well, in his opinion.

“Here Mark, I found one for you,” Joanna chirped. His wife brought over a firefighter uniform buttons traveling all the way down the pant legs. The overcoat had a very noticeable V all the way down to the waistband.

It was a male stripper’s outfit.

“Very funny, Joanna. I don’t think it’ll fit me though.”

“You’re right. Your chest isn’t big enough for something like this. I’ll go find something else…”

“Hey!” Mark chuckled. Joanna giggled and walked back through the densely packed store to rack the outfit.

Mark continued to dig carefully through the thick, varied fabrics, all stuffed onto an overburdened bar and popping out of overflowing cubbies. How did anyone sign up to sell anything here?

Cheap pink plastic fairy costume, black floppy triangular hat with long green sausage shaped nose, nurse outfit, sexy nurse outfit, stripper nurse outfit… Mark examined the price tags and clicked his tongue as he continued to browse. Surely there had to be something worthwhile in this overloaded store!

He pored through it diligently. He loved costumes with a passion, and Joanna indulged his fantasies. She loved him, after all.

Gory zombie outfit, sexy gory zombie outfit, a big orange round bit of cloth to dress up as an… orange. Deep in concentration, he jumped and hit his head against the shelf when Joanna jostled him out of it with a hand on his back.

“What about this one?” she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Aah! Ow!” Mark yelped.

“Was it that scary?” Joanna raised the costume of an axe murder victim.

“You just… startled me,” Mark winced as he placed a hand on the back of his head.

“Sorry dear! So is that a yes on this costume?”

“Hey, wait a minute…” Mark peered deeply into the back of the shelf. Some costumes had jostled free and fallen onto the floor. In the very back was a dark black dress adorned with little white circular discs that caught the light, even in this dimly lit shop.

He reached into the back and pulled out the elegant affair. Somehow the fabric was warm to the touch, even though everything else in the store was not. The soft material felt… alive, somehow.

“Huh. Pretty. But what kind of a costume is that?” Joanna asked.

Mark fumbled around and found a price tag on the inside of the sleeve. Fifteen hundred dollars!

“Wow… I want this,” Mark whispered breathlessly as he began to unfurl the dress and hold it up to view it properly.

“For yourself?” Joanna smirked.

“Will you wear it?” Mark held it up to measure it against Joanna.

“Wow, it is pretty… how much was it?”

“Heh heh. Um…”

Joanna fumbled with the sleeve and looked at the price for herself. She looked at Mark as if he were crazy.

“Are you kidding me!?” she blurted out.

“We’ll skip getting a costume for me. I have some outfits at home I could slip into for the party.”

“Fifteen hundred dollars!? For a costume!? A nice one, to be fair, but…”

“Oh Joanna, I really like this! I’ll cut my expenses for a few months, promise! Will you wear it?”

Joanna took hold of it by the collar and held it out in front of herself. It did seem to fit her proportions perfectly, somehow. But the slits on the side of the dress went up so far! Up past the hip, the waist, all the way to her ribcage! A few gold loops held the dress in place, presumably to preserve her modesty. Not that there was anything modest about this dress.

“Mark! A stiff breeze will show off my underwear to everyone! And I’ll have to wear hosiery with this… this is too much!”

“Just feel it! You can just try it on and we can just enjoy it in private. I’ve never seen anything like this before…”

“Well…”

Joanna molded the dress to her body with her hands. It seemed to whisper to her seductively. A warm feeling coursed through her entire being as the dress seemed to rub itself against Joanna of its own accord.

“I guess… but don’t laugh! This was meant for some sort of supermodel! Sheesh, no one has a body to wear this thing properly!”

“Thanks Joanna!!”

They took the dress to the cashier who looked at the price tag and whistled appreciatively. Punching in some codes on the clunky register, she tried to look up to whom it was consigned. A few attempts, some furrowed brows, and she came up empty handed.

“That’s weird. We don’t have a record in our system for who this belongs to,” she explained as she tried a fourth time.

“Does that mean…” Mark started, preparing for disappointment.

“Oh. Weird. It just came up. It’s, uh… what is this? I can’t read this. It looks glitchy,” she peered at the jumble of colors in the personal information fields. She scanned it with the gun, and the price and commission filled in properly.

Mark saw the number pop up in the outward facing screen of the register.

“It’s good?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, guess so,” she shrugged.

She swiped Mark’s credit card, bagged the dress, and handed it to the married couple.

Chapter 2

“Is it on?” Mark stepped out of the shower already dressed in his red and black vampire costume/tuxedo, complete with cape and fake bloody plastic teeth.

“Give me time! Don’t you have to slick your hair back?” echoed Joanna’s voice from inside the closed bedroom.

“It can’t take that long—I’m coming in!” Mark bellowed.

He opened the door to find Joanna mostly naked, dressed in a black bra, panties, and some hosiery. She was still hesitating to pull the dress over her head.

“Hey!!” she protested. “You can’t just come in here!”

Mark rolled his eyes. “You act as if I’ve never seen you naked before!”

“Do you know how high these slits go? There is no way I’m wearing this to the party tomorrow!”

“Okay, okay, I get it! But can I see you try it on?”

“Well, it is really exquisite,” Joanna whispered as she slipped the thing over her head. “Don’t laugh…”

As the mysteriously warm fabric landed on her shoulders, Joanna felt a foreign churning sensation roiling inside of her body. It wasn’t… unpleasant. Just strange and unexpected.

“Wow!” Mark whispered breathlessly.

“Does it look good?” Joanna swished the dress around. The flaps swayed loosely in the air as the fabric suddenly seemed to tighten against her torso, much like a corset.

“Eep!” Joanna squeaked.

“What is it?”

“It’s… so… tight suddenly!” she exclaimed in shock and slight panic.

“How could that be?”

But Joanna wasn’t capable of responding anymore. Suddenly, the discs of the costume all glowed brightly, radiating a thick, solid-looking, creeping shell that enveloped Joanna bit by bit. Mark, too shocked to speak, could swear that that inexplicable power was reshaping her body right before his very eyes!

Joanna had an average body, not that Mark had ever minded. But the sight that was on display before his very eyes was his wildest dream come true.

His wife’s legs seemed to grow longer, occupying more and more of the space that the black dress highlighted with its long cut. Her thighs grew thicker and tighter, well-rounded and sculpted, her calves long and lean, with a smooth, subtle ball of muscle, exquisite and tasteful. Even her ankles and feet became daintier, a total juxtaposition to her longer limbs and growing body. The contrast was delicious and wildly arousing.

The cellulite on her legs and the blue veins on her skin had all vanished. Joanna’s butt bulged outward, giving her the backside that she’d always dreamed of: high, tight, and smooth. Mark gulped as it pushed the dress outward, the black fabric hugging her new and delectable curves. The profile view of his wife was awesome. Literally.

And he hadn’t even made it to the other half of her body yet.

Her chest began to grow dramatically outward, just as her rear end had. That warm golden-platinum shell hugged her body and guided its path, expanding her breasts until they were fuller and firmer than any pair that man had ever laid eyes on. Completely natural, dramatically arched, full and heavy. They sat high and proud on her chest, beyond the sides of her torso so that any lucky spectators would be able to see their prodigious shape even from behind.

As her breasts continued to expand and swell, well beyond even Mark’s wildest imagination, the fabric naturally clung tighter and tighter to her body. The soft, godlike luminescent material hugged her curves like velvety cling wrap as the gold bands connecting the sides sat higher and higher on her body.

As they clamped in, Joanna’s waist seemed to collapse inward as well. The golden pieces tucked in her skin as any excess fat seemed to melt away while leaving her perfectly thick thighs and butt totally untouched.

Swirls of golden ribbon traced their long path down Joanna’s new, longer legs, simply melting the hosiery away. There were no longer any flaws to hide, no imperfections to mask. Joanna’s bare flesh was perfection itself, and perfection meant not being covered up by such inferior clothing.

As the sheer wrap melted away, the golden ribbons took on a permanent fixture from just under her knee, down to her feet. They criss-crossed back and forth, turning into the straps of a pair of sandals with a beautiful four inch heel. The golden glowing light slowly began to fade as it caressed the bridge and soles of her foot, forcing her feet into a beautiful arch as the footwear finally became fully corporeal.

Mark gaped at the sight, no longer capable of rational thought. It took him a full minute to realize that those new, golden high heeled sandals were no longer on the floor. Those sandals were standing on nothing at all!

No! Joanna was floating in midair!

“Oh Mark…” she hissed. “What’s happening to me? I feel wonderful…”

With all the changes that were taking place, Mark scarcely had time to notice that Joanna’s body seemed to be completely hairless. All that time she complained about shaving in the shower was looking like a thing of the past. Her arms were long, elegant, and graceful, her skin tight, shiny and smooth. The golden power that had traveled down her legs to form her shoes now slithered from the sleeveless shoulders of her dress and crawled down her arms. As it worked its way to her wrist, it left behind strong and svelte muscle, with no hint of hair, extra flesh, or sagging. It traversed down to each and every last fingertip, strengthening her fingers and even her now masterfully manicured fingernails with unfathomable, unbeatable power.

Having finished with Joanna’s arms, the golden light locked itself around her wrists and turned into a pair of valuable looking bracelets that thrummed with energy. They were attached to the cape that flowed outward from the back of her dress.

“Oh my god!” Joanna moaned.

Her back was arched, emphasizing her new dramatic curves even more. Her head was tilted all the way back as her dark brunette hair began to curl and lengthen in real time!

That golden aura seemed to radiate from the ends of the tips of her hair. It danced and swayed about, lightening and transforming Joanna’s hair even as it grew outward. Her hair shimmered into existence, thicker, healthier, longer, and stronger. Inch by inch, it flowed all the way down to her perfect ass. It was so long, it had to be over half her height!

When the glow receded, Joanna’s face finally snapped back into view as her body unclenched. Mark’s mouth, long agape, was now completely dry as he looked into the face of his wife. An absolute goddess.

Her face was absolutely breathtaking. It was still Joanna, just… more. Perfected.

No more dark marks around her eyes, no signs of aging in her taut, healthy skin. Her eyes were bright and clear, pearly white. And her blue irises that Mark had always been deeply attracted to were now downright mesmerizing. They had become even more striking, her pupils even lighter in color, the ice blue gems she called her eyes now downright hypnotic.

Above her dark lashes which contrasted and emphasized even further was a golden tiara, no doubt also fashioned by the golden light of the dress. When had that gotten there? There was so much of Joanna to witness, so much to drink in, that he’d totally missed it.

“Oh Mark…” Joanna moaned as she descended to the ground of her own accord. “Now this is a costume!

Chapter 3

“Joanna… is this real? Are you real?” Mark gulped.

Hmm, I wonder…, Joanna’s husky voice swirled in his mind. What do you think?

Mark gasped as he looked frantically around him. He didn’t think it was possible to look away from Joanna’s striking beauty, but the shock of hearing voices inside his head managed to get him to do the impossible.

It worked! It really worked! Her voice fired directly into his mind once again. She laughed. Out loud this time.

“Joanna, is this some sort of trick!?” Mark asked in utter confusion.

Trick? No, I don’t think so. Joanna looked at her husband with a huge smirk. She continued to walk toward him, one leggy leg at a time.

“You’re talking straight into my mind!? You have telepathy now?”

Sure do. And I don’t think it’s just telepathy… Joanna licked her lips.

She extended her arm palm up and curled her index finger at him twice. He felt his body levitate off the ground.

“Oh my god!” Mark screamed in panic.

Shh… I won’t hurt you… Joanna brought her other hand up and swiped downward with a single finger in a violent motion.

He felt a warm line trace down the front of his body. A second later, all of the buttons of his white dress shirt to his vampire costume popped off. The front of his shirt was completely ripped apart, and the top of his black slacks as well.

Imagine if you had actually turned into a vampire! Joanna giggled as she continued to speak into his mind. Are you wondering how I taste now…? She eyed her husband like a piece of meat.

He continued to float toward her, completely exposed and at her mercy. His erection was steely hard and leaking. Mark tried to cover up his groin, but another smug smile from Joanna, and he discovered that his arms were no longer under his control. As if Joanna had bound him in invisible chains.

“Ooh,” Joanna cooed, out loud this time. Another flick of her finger.

Mark winced. What was she going to tear apart this time?

Nothing sharp, nothing forceful this time. Just an erotic tracing against his quaking member.

Mark gasped as his invisibly bound body tried to twist and buck in ecstasy. The heavenly sensation stroking him didn’t cease, despite Joanna standing completely still, her hands now on her child-bearing hips, all of that luscious flesh on display as her new dress flowed of its own accord. She was standing tall, blanketed in her golden aura, triumphant smile on her face. The sensations intensified against Mark’s cock.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as those silky strokes became more and more intense. It felt as if he were being gripped by a warm, fleshy vice! And that vice only had one purpose—to wring ultimate pleasure out of his burning loins, up through his quaking shaft, and firing violently out of his exposed tip.

But he couldn’t achieve his orgasm. Even as he tried to come, he could see Joanna—goddess that she was—in his mind wagging a finger.

I’m really horny too, Mark, her visage intoned. Open your eyes and eat me out, would you? You’re so good at that. And I bet I taste delicious now. Like sweet, sweet honey.

When he looked back up, Joanna was lying flat on her back in midair. She had the front flap of her dress pulled aside, revealing her perfectly bare pubic mound. Those moist membranes of her literally heavenly gates looked so appealing… he forgot his own aching arousal as her intimate core became the only thought in his mind. His only purpose for the next period of time would be to lick, suck, and fondle his wife until she burst with pleasure.

That’s right, baby. Eat my pussy! Just like that!

Mark gasped as Joanna fingered her own slick folds, separating her labia to reveal her pink wetness. He tried to force his way forward through the air with urgency, and Joanna laughed as she obliged him.

His body rocketed forward under Joanna’s mental control. His ready and waiting mouth latched onto Joanna’s perfect vagina.

Mark almost orgasmed under the assault of her subtle pheromonic scent. Joanna's ambrosia was unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. Unbelievably sweet mixed with a light feminine musk… her pussy lips throbbing against the ministrations of his tongue as he licked from in the middle of her love canal up to the protruding bundle of electrified nerves in that gooey clit…

Mark wished he could use his hands to really get the job done

And then, he could. He felt Joanna's mental cuffs release. Gratefully and dutifully, he began to work in earnest.

He pulled her perfect petals apart with his fingers, noting how much resistance her supercharged body was giving him. But he was determined. Inserting two fingers into Joanna’s sopping slit, he grimaced as her tight coils wrapped against him. But even under her incredible pressure, he could feel her new muscles sucking on his digits, tugging him in and out.

It was unbearably sexy. Mark suddenly remembered that he needed to orgasm, so badly.

He persevered and dived back in, lashing at Joanna’s clit with his tongue while his fingers curled and pistoned in and out of Joanna, helped in part by her gripping. She rippled around him as he worked, pressing and thrusting her hips into his mouth to grind even harder against Mark’s lips and tongue, pulsating and thrusting back and forth in midair, both parties unsupported but for her telekinetic control.

Joanna’s budding pleasure was building even faster than she expected. Were her powers making her especially horny? Or the fact that she could see from Mark’s point of view how mind-bogglingly sexy she was? Or maybe her new and improved body simply had needs, needs that she hadn’t experienced before…

Regardless of the reason, her thrusting body and midair rocking along with Mark’s expert ministrations were quickly bringing Joanna to the brink. Her dark cherry nipples vibrated with need as well, and a simple application of her mind began to pinch and tweak them. In fact, her goddess’s costume seemed to play along of its own accord, enhancing the sensation with its silken swish as it nibbled and sucked on those very erogenous peaks.

Joanna wasn’t even aware of her undulations anymore. Her movement was automatic, following and obeying an instinct that she’d never been aware of until she’d put on this outfit. If she were still only human, she would have been dripping with sweat as the fury of a volcano burned in her body, sending molten hot pleasure coursing through her veins.

But instead, she remained perfectly beautiful, her face plastered in a grimace of pleasure. Her lips were crooked, her ice blue eyes half-lidded. She didn’t need to breathe anymore, but every thrust, every curl, every lick caused her to suck in another needy breath into her ragged lungs. She was about to explode, and Mark was intent on triggering that explosion…

Two more thrusts, and Joanna climaxed in an ecstasy she’d never thought possible.

Her entire body froze in midair and trembled on the spot as her back arched and limbs went rigid. Another deep inhale, and then a moment of tense, pregnant silence. Followed by a deep, rumbling squeal.

“Oh goddddd I’m comingggggg!” Joanna screamed.

Her legs began to quake violently as she gushed all over Mark’s face. The heat that had built up so fiercely in her body congregated in her pussy, her lower back, her still-being-fondled nipples, further intensifying her pleasure. She clawed at her body like a wild animal, trying to relieve herself from the orgasmic ache that wouldn’t stop burning.

Even she was testing the limits of her mind-breaking pleasure.

“Fuuuuuuuuck! I can’t stop!!!”

The walls of their house rattled from her sonic scream of ultimate ecstasy. When Joanna forced her eyes open, two thin beams of searing heat scorched through the ceiling and the roof, disintegrating the wood and tile, leaving nothing but two circular holes behind.

Finally, the orgasmic heat was dissipating from her body. She shunted the rest of her pleasure straight into Mark’s mind to give him an infinitesimal fraction of what she was feeling.

“Jo-Jo… aghhhhhh!” Mark screamed as well as he began to ejaculate violently in midair, splashing his semen onto their bed from their vantage point in midair.

Joanna wasn’t even aware of what she was doing, but she had instinctively aligned Mark’s erupting rod against the junction between her thighs. Without hesitation, she plunged his body in, all the way to the hilt.

“Hnnnnnng!” Mark gasped as her velvet steel enveloped his hyper sensitive member. He placed his hands on her fluid hips and held on for dear life. The pleasure was too much to take!

He tried to offload the erotic pleasure by pushing himself off. Every time his head was at the edge of her entrance on the verge of popping out of her tight grasp, Joanna’s body moved of its own accord and as she writhed and buried him deep once again. It was like a musical number, regular in its rhythm. Out, then in. Out, then in.

Neither Mark nor Joanna ceased orgasming the whole time. When Mark’s body was about to give out, he felt her divine touch restoring him, and his body renewed its orgasmic contractions once again.

After half an hour of nonstop pleasure, Joanna finally rode out the waves of her violent thrusting. Riding out the final dregs of her pleasure, she giggled when she realized that her body was still unconsciously thrusting and goading Mark to ever ascending heights. Peeking into his mind, she found that it was completely blank, focused on nothing but ejaculating into her wonderfully tight inner coils.

Oh so sorry, honey! she spoke apologetically into his unthinking brain as his entire essence was consumed by his nonstop orgasm. Let me just…

She pulled him out and touched a fingernail to his forehead, bringing him back to normal. Utterly drained, exhausted, but normal. His eyelids grew heavy, and he dozed right off.

Chapter 4

Mark awoke to a bright, glaring light blasting straight into his eyes. His wife, radiating brighter than the sun, was hovering in the middle of their bedroom.

“Joanna?” he yelled, his senses completely out of whack from her blinding radiance.

“Hang on Mark,” she responded in a normal tone of voice. “And you don’t have to shout.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, dialing back his voice.

“That costume shop… if anyone else puts on a costume from there, it would be way too dangerous. There’s another couple in there right now, aiming for the other god costumes. I can’t let that happen. I’m just going to… hang on… almost there…”

Joanna’s eyes blazed with glorious power as she established a connection to the costume store miles away. Before Mark could ask what was happening, the platinum discs adorned to her goddess’s garb began to swirl and move on their own across her fabric!

She began to suck all of the power out of the store, consuming the reality-enhancing powers of every outfit into her own divine being. Her costume, already brimming with power, unlocked its true potential as the latent power in every magically charged outfit seeped out into an ethereal trail of mist that soared high into the night sky and flowed into Joanna’s waiting body.

Her already shimmering discs began to swirl and orbit, flowing in beautiful, regular, elliptical motion around the curves and contours of her skin-tight outfit. The galaxies on her dress came to life, those beautiful adornments turning into comets soaring through the dark space on her dress with their sparkling conical tails, larger ones transforming into planets, stars, black holes, and supernovae.

Her entire dress was in motion, carrying out the eternal dance of space and time. Celestial objects orbited each other in intricate choreography, planets around stars, galaxies around black holes, all traveling the staggering curvature of Joanna’s body as she continued to gobble up immense, untold power. The taste of unbridled omnipotence felt only natural to her as she arched her back and welcomed in all of that reality-bending power into her overwhelmingly sexy, welcoming body.

Everything revolved around Joanna now. She was queen of the world. No, of the universe. Of all known universes.

Finally, she opened her eyes, ablaze with power. Mark could see the endless depths of her magnificence in the infinite pools of her pupils. Looking into it was like staring into an endless kaleidoscope, dragging him in deeper and deeper with no end, beautiful, unfathomable, and crushing.

“Too much?” Joanna giggled.

Mark couldn’t reply. His mind was too absorbed into traveling the millions of light years behind Joanna’s glimmering icy sapphires.

“Hang on…”

Joanna blinked and suppressed the power she was emitting. It would’ve been hard to contain all of that limitless power, except Joanna no longer had any limits of her own.

“Buh…” Mark rubbed his eyes, once again capable of movement. “Wh… what happened to you, Joanna?”

“I thought I was a goddess before, but now I really understand. In the minute I ascended, I’ve already found out what my powers are, what my limits are, and what I’m truly the goddess of,” she said smugly.

“And what are those?” Mark asked in awestruck fear.

She beamed at him.

“All of them, unlimited… And EVERYTHING,” she answered in sequence, her voice seemingly shaking reality at its core by the end. “In this universe, I’m God. I make the rules,” she said, her glow returning in full force as she raised her hands. “Sadly, I don’t know everything, but I will in time…”

“Um…” Mark was at a total loss.

“For example, here’s one where your startup company really hit it big. You said you guys were that close, right?”

Joanna conjured a snow globe that portrayed the entire reality within it. She zoomed in with her fingers as if it were a digital display, showing off an ostentatious house that seemed to be their location. And then with a flick of her fingers, the alternate reality became their reality.

Mark blinked. “What are you talking about? PimcoTech had a hugely successful IPO. I sold all my shares on the spot and just retired for a while. You know that.”

Joanna gave him a condescending glare. Her eyes glowed as she instilled the tiniest fraction of her vision into his mind.

“I… uh… whoa!” Mark glanced around their bedroom. It had doubled in size from what he had known his entire life, complete with expensive furnishings, smart home controlled multi-hue lighting, and a large, deep closet full of expensive uniforms of his favorite football players. “Oh my god! Joanna, Joanna, we’re rich!”

She rolled her eyes and smiled at him gently. “I know, baby. I know. Reconfiguring infinite realities with just a thought is so… mmf! All this power is making me horny… want to make love to the ruler of all universes? You can suck on my boobs because of this gift you bought me!” She undid the clasp of her cape, which still remained in place. Peeling off the top of her dress which contained galaxies inside of it, she bared her large, perfect breasts and her swollen cherry nipples, with the rest of her body soon revealing itself as well.

“Oh god, Joanna…” as his mind began to melt under the visual assault of those delicious peaks.

“Goddess,” Joanna corrected. “I am the Goddess, the only Goddess that has ever existed, and the only Goddess that will ever be. For eternity.”

She smiled, her beautiful visage and glowing aura flaring powerfully, making its radiance known across all realities as they shuddered in submission from her godly decree.

Mark was oblivious to the quaking universes outside of their own.

“Shouldn’t we be going to the party? It could be a big VC opportunity for us…” he licked his lips as Joanna’s nipples leaked some of her sweet, addicting milk.

“Oh silly Mark, we’re already there!” Her eyes glowed violet, conjuring up a perfect clone of them to attend the party while warping everyone’s minds to register that they had been there the whole time.

“Now, come here and make love to me!”