While You Were Sleeping (Patreon)

“Good morning,” she said, her voice calm but tinged with authority. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her muscles rippling beneath her skin-tight shirt, a striking contrast to the soft sunlight filtering through the window. You blinked, trying to process the impossible. She wasn’t this… towering, this powerful, last night.

“Yes, I’ve grown,” she continued, smirking as if reading your thoughts. “While you were sleeping, I kept changing. Can you see it? Can you feel it? I’m still growing, right in front of you.”

She unfolded her arms slowly, the motion deliberate, each muscle flexing like a symphony of strength. “Things are going to be different now,” she said, stepping closer. The ground felt like it might tremble beneath her weight. “I’m in charge. You’re just a plaything for me now.”

Her hand brushed against your shoulder—firm, unyielding. “Do you want to feel how strong I am?” she teased, tilting her head slightly. “You just might like it.”

You tried to speak, but words failed. Her presence was overwhelming, a mix of physical dominance and unshakable confidence. She smiled down at you, amused by your silence. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “You’ll get used to it. After all, this is just the beginning.”