A Wife's Wish

--artwork by 48kaz-- What if? Cindy thought longingly, lying on her back with eyes glued to ceiling of her bedroom. She was hardly gazing at anything, her mind wandering so frantically she was unable to focus on any particular sight—so she stared blankly at the white emptiness of the ceiling.

What if…? Her mind wandered to the day she made the stupid decision to drop out of college.

What if…? She looked back on the day she first met her husband.

This was her evenings at home as of late. The little space of time between her getting home from her retail job and her husband getting home from the office was always the same. Time wasted, plopped onto her bed, thinking… wondering… fantasizing. Everyday another what if?

The onslaught of ifs seemed more abundant than usual today. It was the old superstitious lady at the farmers’ market’s fault. Cindy often chatted with the woman when shopping there every Thursday. The old lady’s wild tales and beliefs brought her a chuckle, some slight amusement to her day. The lady fit the stereotypical depictions of a gypsy woman, or some old seer—dressed in tattered rags, eyes glazing over. Cindy considered her somewhat of a friend.

The old lady, named Mirella, noticed Cindy to be very gloomy in her disposition. She bugged Cindy until she spilled the beans. Immediately Mirella wished to help. She gave Cindy a red, well-polished marble. With her usual odd flair Mirella claimed, “This marble child, knows true longing. If what you yearn for is genuine, your desires will be made real.”

With a joyful wave Mirella told Cindy to rush on home and waste not a minute more. There was so much honesty in the tone of her voice, Cindy couldn’t help but feel curious about the old woman’s message to her. But how could a simple marble—as pretty looking as it was—help grant her selfish wish. That was the worst part, feeling like the villain. She had a wonderful, hardworking and caring husband. How could she think of such things?

Cindy and her husband Jeff had been married for about 5 years. They were a perfectly functioning couple and both deeply cared for one another. One look at the two and one might make the observation that Cindy was “out of Jeff’s league”. She never wanted that to be the case though and she always hoped to be the woman that could look past a man’s looks. She had been through so many dead-end relationships in her past with shallow men that had the looks, but were only after her looks. Then Jeff came along—such a romantic—and won her over quite swiftly. He treated her like no other. He was the kind of man that made his wife breakfast in bed, even if it wasn’t her birthday, anniversary, it didn’t matter. If Jeff thought Cindy was unhappy, he could always cheer her up.

There were problems though like with any couple. The problems she did have with him were starting to nag at her mind more than ever lately, and she hated herself for it. Some were understandable, such as Jeff getting promoted at work, thus working later and having less time to spend with her. Most of it was shallow though. She simply wished for a more complete package in her husband. Someone not only caring and hardworking as he was, but handsome—drop-dead sexy—and confident. Jeff was pale white, scrawny and clumsy; no prized catch in the looks department. He also lacked confidence big time when it came to most things outside of his wife and work. At his job he often forced himself, because he knew he had to, to continue moving up, to continue providing for his wife—treating her like a queen. He didn’t like taking risks and acted quite spineless at times. He would always make up for it by impressing her at some other point, but a little more consistency wouldn’t hurt. Sometimes it was admittedly embarrassing.

Cindy didn’t blame Jeff. It was her own selfishness.

Cindy couldn’t have asked for a more loving husband and yet… her she was again. But this time she had the dumbest inkling that just maybe she could have it all. How could she even entertain the nonsense Mirella was spewing. She’d become what she had hated from all those previous relationships.

She brought her hands to her face and began to lightly sob, not hearing the door to her house open and Jeff walk in. He never really yelled out a greeting, usually just meeting her where she always was in their bedroom. Jeff laid down his suitcase and gave a big stretch, the sleeves to his blue dress shirt sliding down his arms and his black dress pants loosely held around his waist by his belt—he lost some weight recently, making him scrawnier than ever.

Unaware of her husband’s presence, Cindy tried to recover herself. She tried to think of any way to purge these nasty thoughts from her mind. She thought determinedly, one more time! I’ll relish in this dumb fantasy one more time. Jeff deserves better from me. This wasn’t the first “one more time”, but today would truly be the last.

Cindy clutched the marble tight with one hand and began to imagine the perfect husband in her head. It was inevitable that Jeff would spring to mind first, but that was fine. She simply needed to mold him within her mind, to her ideal man. Why not change up that hair first? she thought, picturing her husband’s curly black hair straightening and shortening into a clean cut with sweeping bangs that brushed just above his eyes.

Right as she did, Jeff felt a tickling sensation on his forehead. Reaching up, he felt his bangs growing out and his hair shifting in all sorts of manners on his head. Confused and alarmed, he patted around his head with both hands and ran them through his now straightened strands which were becoming shorter and shorter each second. His face then suddenly cringed as he felt the bones in his face begin to pop and rattle. It was excruciatingly painful at first, like a metal vise was compressing his face around his cheek bones. He slumped over, grabbing at his face as the pain slowly subsided; yet the changes continued. His brows became more prominent, and his cheeks and chin more chiseled. After his nose finished popping out a bit in length he rose up, too startled for words, and looked into a decorative mirror near the front door. Jeff felt all about is face in silent shock. Someone else was looking back at him! He looked like a male model from some magazine spread.

Someone incredibly handsome, Cindy thought, gushing over her ideal husband’s face taking shape—a face that would look right at home side-by-side the finest marble sculpture of a god. Strong and attractive too. Her mind quickly wandered to what the perfect body might look like. She wanted a man well built, but not overbearingly so like some body builders were, ew. She pictured her husband Jeff as a larger, fit man with a sculpted upper body filling his usually loose-fitted shirt to its limits, to where it looked ready to burst off his body.

“Oh yea… mmm…” Cindy moaned as she started to feel up her breasts and slip a hand into her wet folds. Her body was so heated at the image of this man emerging from what was once her Jeff. The marble she held fell to the floor, but the image within her mind had already been transferred. There was no stopping the magic now.

Jeff fell to his knees as he felt his body bubbling with new found energy and heat. His whole body vibrated and his muscles tensed. Abruptly, all the muscles in his arms bloated in size, quickly reshaping into weird, bulbous collections of tissue. They distributed awkwardly on his arms, looking like cartoonish growths on his forearms and biceps.

“Gah! Oh god!!” Jeff gagged; spit flying from his mouth, one of his eyes twitching. It was such an overwhelming increase in body mass that sent his body and mind reeling.

As quickly as these new hills emerged though, they faded away, and the muscles shifted about into a more natural state. That said, the new strength pushing to the surface hadn’t faded, merely settled. Jeff’s arms throbbed for a few moments as they reshaped into thick, well-toned oddities on his scrawny body—his arms looking enormous compared to the rest of him. His hands cracked and bulked as well, the tiny bones in them prodding against the skin below the knuckles as they both grew into larger, “workers” hands. They looked big enough to firmly grip halfway around a football. Jeff’s two upper limbs now filled out his blue shirt, their muscular impressions exactly matching the vision of his daydreaming wife in the bedroom.

With each hard-focused cry of joy within Cindy’s mind, came more changes to her husband.

A chest like steel, she thought. When I press my head against it, I know such strength is only for me, to protect me!

Jeff’s chest heaved forward and he grunted with teeth clenched. His shoulders snapped out broader and carried his upper torso out with it. It felt like ropes had been tied to each arm and were yanked hard at both ends. His body was making more room for this explosion of muscle. And explode it did, his chest forming hardened plateaus that rippled with strength, the muscles tearing and reforming into tight webbings of muscle. They became so swollen with strength they began to squish together, a well-defined line forming between the two impressive pecs. They stopped growing right as the top 2 buttons of Jeff’s shirt fired off and he felt the chill air against his new sweating hills of masculinity. Jeff exhaled violently; he could hardly keep focus.

Abs like a lumberjack, toiling away all day, Cindy thought passionately as she tugged at her aroused clit, sending a soft, elongated moan from her lips. Small boulders stretching at the skin.

Jeff indeed felt what was like boulders forming in his core. His midsection thickened and widened, his shirt starting to strain again. His forming abs were like large pebbles shifting into place next to each other, with more oval shaped rocks pushing out at his sides. Every muscle imaginable was bulging out against the skin— his core a cluttered landscape of domes and rigid hills. As his body thickened in a downward fashion—each pair of abs surging out towards their envisioned state—each button popped off in order along the path, until his blue shirt clung no more to the front of his body and merely fell along his sides.

The pace of the changes picked up as Cindy began to reach a climax in both body and mind.

A tall man, with powerful legs…

Jeff felt his body nearly snap in half at his hips and in his joints as he felt his body extending in length, his limbs creaking and vibrating as he grew taller and larger. His ribcage trembled as it pushed even wider, and his torso lifted a bit higher. The vertebrae in his spine popped one after the other as his height increased. His feet slid on the ground as his legs pushed out longer, muscles surging in strength as they did. Jeff screamed out as he felt his legs undergo a similar change as his arms before, bulging into a misshapen state before reforming properly.

A tight muscular ass…

Jeff’s butt clenched and it felt like two iron slabs smacking into each other, his muscles reforming fast into powerful slabs of meat. They lost a lot of their cushioned look, turning into more of a flat, blocky shape with rounded bottoms.

A swelling back with deep crevices that I can run my fingers through…

Following suit, the muscles in Jeff’s back rose and stretched at the skin, dark crevices forming all over his backside.

Yes, so beautiful! Oh… Cindy cried out, relishing the thought. She then recoiled, spilling out her juices onto the bed, as the final piece of the puzzle came into place in her mind.

A big, thick, mighty, COCK!

Jeff, eyes closed, bucked his head upwards as staggering fits of pleasure racked his body. His dick began to throb, each time its thickness increasing and its stiffness becoming more rock solid. His cock was pressing so hard against his pants it hurt. Quickly after unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants his dick erupted in length, becoming a beastly appendage at its new fully erect size of 12 inches. Calling this man a stallion would’ve been very appropriate given the moment.

As Cindy rubbed gently at her aching pussy, her mind slowly recovering, she casually thought of some finishing touches. He’d be confident, proud, and have eyes only for me…

Jeff slowly rose to his feet with a self-satisfied look on his face. His eyes sharp with self-assurance, he walked with a sense of style, his stride like that of a man who knew he had won. He had no idea how this had happened, but damn did it feel good.

The door to the bedroom flung open, startling Cindy up off the bed. She was immediately shocked at what she saw. It was the man from her fantasy!

“Wh-who are you!? What the hell!?” She naturally reacted.

The man scoffed before saying, “Come on babe, don’t be like that. Wait till you get a taste of the new me.”

“Oh my god, Jeff!? This can’t be…”

Cindy couldn’t believe it. She definitely noticed the similarities between the man’s face and her husband. Her fantasy had come to life! She wasn’t sure how to handle this, but the more Jeff placed her back down onto the bed, positioned over her, and undressed himself, did she become aroused. He spoke the same cheesy romantic lines as her usually hubby, only now with much more poise and confidence. It was still him, yet so much different.

“This is wrong,” Cindy muttered as Jeff leaned close for a kiss. “What did I… oh my…”

Their lips met and everything else melted away. Cindy didn’t care anymore, as she knew in that moment that despite whatever changes it was still her same old Jeff. The way he kissed her was proof enough of that. She embraced him, feeling his sturdy backside. His powerful abs pressed against her and her breasts pressed against his hardened chest like a wall.

Suddenly one of Jeff’s hands grabbed at her ass cheeks, squeezing them with such force! She let go of their lip-lock and moaned, “Oh god, Jeff! It’s how I always imagined it… oh god! Please… I need you inside me.”

“Of course, my lady.”

Usually, Jeff’s comment was charming, but lacked that sort of soft delivery it required to make Cindy swoon. That wasn’t the case this time. Jeff’s words and warm embrace immediately turned her into a blushing mess.

Cindy couldn’t even respond before she felt his new, massive cock begin to enter her. Tears of pleasure welled in her eyes as she felt its extreme girth penetrating her. She wrapped both arms around her man, knowing he’d treat her right—ready for the ride ahead.

They went at it for the next hour, Jeff assaulting his wife’s body with his engorged member. With his new strength it was quite a ride for Cindy, her body hopping off the bed with each thrust, her ass being toolfully smacked by her husband’s machine-like hips. Both bodies firing like pistons back and forth.

She cried out for more, sometimes cried out for it to stop, but Jeff knew when it’d be over. He knew his wife wanted every singly ounce of what the new him had to offer. He already came several times inside her, the bed stained with fluids. This was the final one though, he could sense it.

Jeff lifted his wife up above his lap and prepared to enter her for the final round. He wanted to stare her straight in the eyes this time. Cindy felt obviously touched by the gesture, but then quickly felt a short stint of fear as her husband’s dick began to force itself into her ass!

Cindy had never done anal before so this was a huge surprise. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, her virgin ass contracting as this pillar of meat crept in deeper and deeper. She breathed heavily, her eyes fluttering, staring her husband in the face. With a huge smirk Jeff went in for a kiss and passionately began tonguing his wife before revving up the machine once more.

Cindy’s body was trying to fight back against the overwhelming foreign pleasure she was feeling, despite the fact that she was enjoying it. Her husband made sure to keep her in check though, wrapping one of his arms around her body, with the other holding the back of her head in place to keep their deep kiss going. Cindy, with all of her might, kept her eyes open and staring at her lover’s gaze.

Her eyes went wide as she felt it building. Her body was bouncing violently up and down off her husband’s lap, her breasts swirling and kicking about. Jeff let go of her body and kiss at just the right moment, as they both came together.

Cindy screamed out, “FuuuuuccK! Ahnnnnn! Ohh yes! Yes! Uhn! uhh… uhn… oh…”

Jeff powerfully grunted as he filled his wife’s ass up with his hot seed. He fell onto his back, his wife following, and they embraced.

Jeff had no clue how this happened, but could care less now. He was finally the perfect husband for his cherished wife. Cindy was overjoyed. It may have been a vain wish, but she could sense Jeff was the happiest he had been since the early days of their marriage. He always spoke to her about wanting to improve himself, but he always lacked the confidence to act on it. Yet here he was, finally the man she wanted, and the man he always wished to be.

They both gazed exhausted, but lovingly, into each other’s eyes. This was the beginning of something truly special.