Vivian's New Shirt (Patreon)

“Aww what do ya mean you’re not sure about it!?” laughed Vivian, looming over her boyfriend as they stood outside their gym. Jason had just finished his workout and, per usual, was about to head home to start cooking dinner. Vivian generally came in right as Jason was leaving, since she worked longer hours at her job at a high-powered tech firm. Ever since Covid, Jason had been working from home, running a modest boutique business that sold specialty tea and coffee. He had never been as ambitious or driven as his dynamic girlfriend, but that didn’t really seem to be an issue for Vivian. Jason was the cutest little guy she had ever seen, and she was attracted to his confidence, his easygoing attitude, and his willingness to let her spread her wings without feeling threatened by her success.What did it matter that she was all of 6’3, while he barely scraped 5’5? What did it matter that, despite his admirable efforts to stay in shape, Vivian’s gains always seemed to leave him in the dust? At 140 pounds, Jason wasn’t exactly tiny for his size, but, since joining her tech firm, Vivian had embarked upon an even more rigorous weight training program to help her blow off steam, which had resulted in her gaining an additional 15 pounds of muscle the previous year. She now weighed 224 pounds, and had even started voicing an interest in female bodybuilding. As usual, Jason had been receptive to the idea, even though the size difference between the two of them already turned heads whenever they went out. At this point, he was used to existing in Vivian’s shadow, and was perfectly happy, heartened by the fact that she obviously wanted to be with him and no one else.Vivian’s new t-shirt, however, had ventured into new territory, and apparently gone too far.“I…I just…I don’t know, Viv,” Jason replied, his shoulders slumping a little as he stared up at his much-taller, much-bigger girlfriend, the simple word “Dom” emblazoned on her black t-shirt in stark white letters. “It’s just a little…uh, on the nose, you know?”“Mmm, but baby,” Vivian persisted, taking one step closer and feeling a strange new thrill awaken in her loins, “Don’t you think it’s accurate?”Jason opened his mouth to answer protestingly, but then paused and slowly shut it again. The truth was, Vivian was right. There was simply no getting around it. In every traditional aspect of their relationship, she was dominant – she was the primary breadwinner, the one who woke up first, the one who went into the office, the one who paid all the bills and talked to the HOA when there was a problem. Whenever the two of them had a vacation, she was the one who decided where they were going to go, and she was the one who planned it out, booking the flights and hotels, and making all the arrangements. Again, Jason was perfectly content with all this – it just seemed like to be the natural order of things between them.But, if he was being honest, it went even deeper than that. Vivian wasn’t just dominant in public; she was dominant in private too. Ever since the two of them had gotten together, she had taken the assertive role in their intimacy. She had been the one to kiss him first; she had been the one to propose sex…and, recently, she had been the one who had suggested that they experiment with a strap-on. Jason had gone along with all of this, again feeling like it was just the way things were between the two of them. He had always been drawn to Vivian’s strong personality, and her dominant attitude. Her idea of the strap-on had been a little “out there” for him at first, but she had been gentle, easing him into it, and after a few weeks, he found that he actually looked forward to being penetrated by her. But Vivian’s new t-shirt was an altogether different step.“I mean…I…” stammered Jason, not really knowing what to say. He privately felt frustrated at himself. What exactly was he trying to complain about? That he didn’t want people to laugh at him? That he didn’t want to feel emasculated in the relationship? This all sounded quite silly to bring up. But he was going to try.“I guess I just…look, Viv,” Jason said, sidling up to his girlfriend so that no one else could hear. The top of his head was even with her muscular shoulder. “I don’t have any problem with, uh…what we’re doing in private, right? I…I actually love it.”“Oh I know you do,” Vivian cooed down at him, reaching her hand out to stroke his hair.“But being so public with it like this…?” Jason continued. “I’m…like, I’m not sure that everyone needs to…uh…needs to know.”“Sweetheart,” came Vivian’s calm, soothing response, as she continued to lovingly pet his head, “Everyone already knows.”Jason had no response to this. All he could do was blink up at her wordlessly, his cock beginning to harden in his pants from the sheer, natural ease of her statement. She was just stating facts, and, despite some of his residual ego trying to cling on, there was simply no denying them.“Just look at us, baby,” Vivian continued softly, her eyes traveling down over their bodies. “I’m almost a foot taller than you, even without heels, and I outweigh you by like 80 pounds…more than that, even!”Jason nodded slowly. His cock was already almost full-mast now. Something about this conversation, and how public it was, was making him extra-excited, despite his initial reluctance about the t-shirt.“And not only that,” Vivian continued, “But people see how we act together. It’s so obvious I’m the dominant one, Jason. And there’s nothing wrong with that! It’s just how we fit together…and I love it! Don’t you?”Jason nodded again.“Well, then, so I thought, why not just be a little more upfront about it?” Vivian smiled. “I’ve been turned-on all day, just from wearing this around. And I’ve turned a few heads, let me tell you.”“More than usual?” quipped Jason, cracking an adorable little smile up at her. Vivian stuck her tongue out sideways, biting it as she tightened her big hand around the back of Jason’s head.“Careful,” she growled down at him, “You know what happens when you rile me up.”“Maybe…I…I wanna see what happens,” Jason managed to say, getting red-faced from his playful brazenness. The initial shock of Vivian’s shirt had given way to a new kind of shared arousal between them. He could feel it, and he knew she could too.“Okay baby, enough of that talk,” laughed Vivian, pushing him away as she brought her hand up to her head, flexing her bicep and treating her little man to an impressive view of her big arm. “Or else I’m gonna have to skip the weights and make YOU my workout. Now get on home – what’s on the menu tonight?”“F-Fettuccine alfredo,” smiled Jason, always loving how she pushed and ordered him around.“MmMm, sounds good,” she hummed. “The perfect fuel for what I have planned for you later. I bought a new dildo attachment today, you know.”“Oh…y-you did?” Jason was completely hard now, and it had probably been obvious to the people who had just walked past them into the gym. In the moment, though, he could not have cared less.“Mhmmmm,” Vivan purred, cracking a gorgeous grin down at him. “Ten inches.”“Ten!?” squeaked Jason, feeling his cock literally bounce in his pants. Vivian had trained him to take eight inches comfortably, but ten…!? That felt like a whole new ballgame.”“Yes!” she nodded, delighting in his shock. “And it’s niiiice and thick too. Got those realistic-looking veins…I can’t wait to stick it inside that pretty little ass.”She reached down and gave Jason a smart smack on his right butt cheek, causing him to yelp out and jump before they both laughed, with Vivian engulfing him in a quick hug before a firm push sent him stumbling on his way to the car.“Just remember…” Vivian called after him, “Ten inches! Better get mentally prepared!”She knew that the whole parking lot heard her, and she didn’t care. Jason’s quick little humorous (and slightly nervous) glance back told her everything she needed to know. He was on board with this next step in their sexual dynamic. As usual, she had been the one to instigate it, and she had expected a bit of uneasiness from him, a bit of uncertainty. But she was surprised at how quickly he had come around. It was just more evidence that their power dynamic was growing richer as the two of them grew closer together. And, as Vivian turned to go into the gym, she saw the reflection of her new t-shirt in the window.“Dom.”She whispered the word to herself, feeling the heat in her loins rise with expectation. She felt like a dom…because she WAS a dom.