Dawn dipped her fingers into the ointment and began rubbing it into his scalp. The cream disappeared quickly, absorbed into his skin. It wormed its way down, past the hair follicles that grew wilder and thicker, down through the bone that toughened to dense steel, and into the tissue of his brain. Dawn could almost feel it permeate his grey matter, and Joseph's breath hitched as his mind began to transform.
She wondered what would happen when he woke the next morning. Perhaps he'd be more confident, perhaps he'd be more receptive to a few more changes. Perhaps, she thought, a secret smile on her face, he'd wake up and realise that he loved her. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it? He'd already given her the best sex she'd ever had, imagine if she could get that every single day.
As the last of the cream was absorbed, she kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight," she whispered and tucked herself into the blankets. Her body pressed up against his huge, warm bulk. "Dream of me."
With that, she went to sleep, wondering what the morning would bring.