Wishing

Jay looked down at his wife Sophie as they continued to have sex. He tried his best not to look disappointed. He had fast found their sex life nothing short of boring. To him, she was just so timid and passive. She was always on her back, silently taking it. Jay had so many fantasies; he thought of himself as anything but vanilla. 

Of course, Jay never told his wife any of this. He had never told her of his desires, or even that he was bored. Instead, he would try to fake it, occasionally letting his frustration turn into a misguided argument. 

It was as Jay was almost about to cum that he shut his eyes, making the silent wish that his sex life would get more interesting. 

How was he supposed to see the shooting star?

Jay hadn't even opened his eyes when something took hold of Sophie. Instead, he felt her grab him. Like a woman possessed, she wrestled him, turning them around in the bed until she was on top of him.

"Sophie?! What are you d..."

"Shut up Slut."

"What the hell. What's going..."

"I said shut up!"

Jay felt as his body began to change. He felt himself getting smaller, while Sophie began to feel bigger. She grabbed his wrists and as Jay struggled, it dawned on him that he wasn't strong enough. 

"What's happening Sophie?!"

She ignored him, instead gyrating against Jay's crotch. 

"Mmmm yeah, you like that, don't you slut?"

Despite fear and shock, Jay could feel himself getting excited. This was like a dream for him. It was odd though. His cock felt small against her crotch. He frowned and opened his mouth, ready to say something. Sophie moved faster and pressed harder. All that escaped Jay was a moan. 

More and more Sophie teased, eventually withdrawing a hand to play with Jay's chest. He couldn't tell when, but at some point, he'd felt something change. His nipples began to swell. They ached as pressure seemed to build behind them. His chest began growing before his eyes. Jay screamed, clasping at his new breasts as they continued to balloon. 

"Stay still!"

The words hit Jay hard. He didn't know why but he felt compelled to oblige. It was uncomfortable not to. It was as though anything else would be the worst thing he could do. His hand instinctively returned to his side. Instead, he simply panted in bewilderment. As the intimacy continued, Jay could feel more of himself changing. He liked being used like this; the feeling of powerlessness and of being controlled seemed to suddenly excite him.

Still sat lying, looking up at the ceiling, Jay sensed Sophie sit up. Desperately he both wanted to get up and run but also stay and please Sophie. He felt her hand wrap around what was left of his cock. Being touched there sent him wriggling. Jay could feel himself getting harder and harder. Sophie changed position, straddling him so that she could press her pussy against his face. She arched her back, pushing back harder. Even if he'd wanted to, Jay couldn't sit up if he tried. He had to lye back and take the odd sensation of Sophie pushing his cock inwards, before entering him for the first time. 

Some time later...

After whatever magic had possessed the two lovers, their life was never the same. Sophie would order Jay to please her at a whim. She introduced her former husband to all manner of new kinks and experiences, things which not long ago she herself had never even heard of. The couple had gone to sex shops and filled their house with a range toys and outfits. Sophie had ordered Jay to get piercings. She'd dyed his hair and completely changed his wardrobe until he was nothing but an object of sex for her. 

So now, of course, it's Jay who's silently on his back, taking it now.