#nigri

(Part 2, continued from this post https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thetitans-stories/687140590483275776?source=share ) Turns out, sleeping with my condition, is slightly worrying for everything around me. I woke up with this pretty thing on the bed. Yes, the wings are real (and orgasmicly extremely sensitive), but again, she had no clue as to anything being different. Now, she had stayed my devoted loyal love slave, so my subconscious is probably making changes around when I am sleep and it can run free. Taking a walk around the house and the garden, the house was no longer a wood cabin, it was a fully fledged mansion, with walls, a gate, out in the middle of the woods. I could tell that from my bedroom in around a 100 foot radius, things were changed, marble plates to walk on, a swimming pool and all walled in. Outside the changes continued, but gradually faded into the wooden earth that was there before and the trees that filled in this forest. I still had that tiny sense of this was normal, but I learned to ignore that by now, this could not be normal for someone to do while they slept. I walked back in and tried to focus. My subconscious could make changes to things, but so far, I could not do so while awake. I focused on the refrigerator. I saw that shimmer of reality breaking for a second, and opened it, finding it full of fresh, fantastical foods. I closed my eyes and imagined, when I opened them and turned around, the dining hall was set to a banquet. Now, however much I want to change something inorganic, it could not change that to living, thinking organic. Living animals, nope. People, nope. People could turn into other ”people” considering I had a Pixie as my love slave, but not to inanimate things.

I decided to take a walk into the forest, leaving Fey behind in the mansion. I was surprised to find a female hiker nearby. I really, really tried to focus on not changing her, but I only got within 30 feet, before my foot snapped a twig. She looked up and saw me, but at the same time, her body morphed into this dryad thing. She just giggled at me and faded away into a nearby tree. Clearly, I just created her as part of reality, not made any mental changes.

Continuing for a few hours down a rarely used path, I found a different cottage. Small, handmade but clearly unassuming. One thought flashed through my mind. A witch might live here. And then a full on blast flowed out of all of me, focusing forward into the cottage. The looks changed slightly, but now it had herbs drying from strings, a cauldron bubbling away over a small firepit. Opening the door from inside, was this blue skinned four armed witch, dressed clearly to seduce me. It took a bit of willpower, but I felt that this could be very bad. So I focused again, but this time on mental changes. Willing things to change was a lot easier than willing things to not change. I could see the confusion in her eyes for a second, before she smiled and this time it was a genuine sexual pleasure radiating from her body. We did have sex, and I will say that four arms are a lot better than two. She left me with a potent potion, so now my dick stays as erect that I want it to be. It is also good to have a magical being out here, tied to your will that can help out when I am not around.

The next morning, I woke up but had no partner. I had sent Fey off to the witch so they could get more acquainted with each other. What I did not count on, was without someone to change, my subconscious would change a lot of other things. Outside my walls, was now gardens. As far as the eye could see. I had to walk for 2 hours before I got to the forest again. And I noticed why my juju had run out. Two elves that probably was a pair of campers and themselves, their clothing and tent morphed into this. I walked up on them fondling and kissing each other, so I guess my sleep brain likes them bisexual. Once I walked up however, they started chatting in elvish, a language I did not understand. But their devotion to me was unmistakable. The border of my changes only lasted a few feet past their camp. I had one of them go fetch my other two slaves and bring them back to the mansion. It was probably a good idea to keep a few around that my powers could go ham on at night, so it did not end up changing the world around me anymore.

Now, every day, I have a new set of slaves around. It makes things unpredictable, but it does put a strain on names. I can never give them names or learn them before they change again. They seem perfectly happy to be named whatever I want them to be. So pool toy 1 and 2 here are more than happy to flaunt their bodies for my pleasure. The funny thing is, when they fully submerge into water, they turn into mermaids. Just a quirk I found funny and interesting that I can set transformations to go off in post script.

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