# Chapter 17: Submissive Dreams "You said this was temporary," Percy repeated, his voice small as he looked up at Nico with pleading blue eyes. "We will switch back, right? Hades will reverse this?" Nico looked the fallen hero, taking in the desperate hope in those beautiful eyes, the trembling of his thin fingers on the tabletop. Percy Jackson, reduced to begging for the return of what had been stolen from him, clinging to a lie because the truth was too terrible to even contemplate. "Of course," Nico lied smoothly. "Just be patient. It won't be long now." Relief washed over Percy's face, his shoulders sagging as the tension left his body. "Thank you," he whispered. "I don't think I could handle being like this for much longer, I don't know how you manage it." As night fell over Camp Half-Blood, the cabin grew dark except for the soft glow of a small lamp beside Percy's bed. The fallen hero struggled to prepare for sleep, his weakened limbs making even the simple act of changing clothes an ordeal. Nico watched with barely concealed amusement as Percy fought with his pajama bottoms, nearly toppling over several times. "Do you need help?" Nico finally asked, after Percy's third attempt to pull the pants up his skinny legs. Percy flushed, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "No, I can do it myself," he insisted, though his trembling hands suggested otherwise. After several more moments of struggle, Percy managed to dress himself and crawl into bed. He lay there, breathing heavily from the exertion, staring up at the ceiling with a mixture of frustration and resignation on his beautiful face. Nico stripped down to his boxers, making no effort to hide his muscular physique. He caught Percy watching him from the corner of his eye, the hero's gaze lingering on his broad chest and powerful arms. "Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" Nico asked, gesturing to the limited space in the cabin. Percy hesitated, conflict evident on his face. "No," he finally said, his voice barely audible. "You can... you can share the bed. It's big enough for both of us." Nico nodded, climbing into the bed beside Percy. The mattress dipped significantly under his weight, causing Percy's smaller body to roll slightly toward him. For a moment, they lay side by side in awkward silence, the contrast between their bodies stark in the dim lamplight—Nico's powerful frame taking up most of the space, Percy's diminished form seeming to shrink further by comparison. Then, in a move that surprised even Nico, Percy shifted closer, curling his small body against Nico's larger one. The position mirrored how they had slept before—except now it was Percy seeking protection rather than offering it. "Is this okay?" Percy asked, his voice uncertain. "I just... I feel cold." Nico said nothing, simply lifting his arm to allow Percy to nestle against his side. The fallen hero's head came to rest on Nico's chest, his golden curls splayed across the firm muscle. "Your heartbeat is so strong," Percy murmured, his breath warm against Nico's skin. "I can feel it. Steady. Powerful." Nico placed his arm around Percy's shoulders, marveling at how fragile the hero felt. "Try to sleep," he said. "Things will be clearer in the morning." Percy nodded, his eyes already drooping. "Goodnight, Nico." "Goodnight, Percy." As they lay together in the darkness, Percy's breathing gradually deepened and slowed. Nico remained awake, savoring the weight of Percy's body against his, the way the hero had instinctively sought his protection. This was what he had wanted all along—Percy Jackson dependent on him, needing him, drawn to his strength. Percy shifted in his sleep, nestling closer to Nico's warmth. His nose pressed against Nico's neck, inhaling deeply as if seeking more of his scent. Nico knew what was happening—Percy's reconfigured body was responding to his alpha pheromones even in sleep, craving the dominance they promised. Nico listened as Percy's breathing changed, becoming slightly irregular. The hero's face twitched, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. He was dreaming. Curious, Nico watched Percy's sleeping face, wondering what images might be playing through his mind. Before the transformation, Percy's dreams had likely been filled with heroic battles, with saving his friends and defeating monsters. But now, with his body and nature so fundamentally altered, what dreams filled the fallen hero's sleep? A soft whimper escaped Percy's lips, his brow furrowing slightly. His fingers clutched at Nico's chest, gripping the muscle there as if seeking an anchor. Another sound followed—not of distress, but something deeper, more primal. Desire. Percy's body shifted again, pressing closer to Nico's side. His hips moved slightly, a subtle, unconscious rhythm. The fallen hero was aroused in his sleep, his dreams clearly taking a turn toward the erotic. Nico smiled in the darkness. Even in sleep, Percy couldn't escape the changes that had been wrought upon him. His dreams had shifted from heroic to submissive, his sleeping mind now filled with scenarios that matched his new nature. As Percy's breathing grew more ragged, his body responding to whatever dream held him captive, Nico decided it was time to take action. Carefully, he shifted position, gently laying Percy back against the pillows. The hero mumbled in protest but didn't wake, still caught in the grip of his dream. Nico placed his palm on Percy's forehead, calling upon the hypnotic power that Morpheus had granted him. With Percy asleep and vulnerable, there was no need for the subtle approach he had used before. The barriers that had once protected Percy's mighty mind were now gone, stripped away along with his power and strength. "Percy," Nico whispered, "can you hear me?" Percy's eyelids fluttered, but didn't open. "Yes," he murmured, his voice distant. "You're dreaming now," Nico continued, his voice soft but commanding. "But you can still hear my voice. You will listen and obey, but you will not wake up. Do you understand?" "I understand," Percy replied, his voice taking on the flat quality of deep hypnosis. Nico studied Percy's face, noting how peaceful he looked in this state. There was no resistance now, no struggle against what was happening to him. In hypnosis, Percy accepted Nico's control completely. For a moment, Nico considered the approach he should take. He could simply order Percy to submit to him fully, to embrace his new role as Nico's omega. But something held him back—a desire to see Percy surrender willingly rather than through direct command. It would be far more satisfying to watch the mighty hero choose submission than to force it upon him. "Percy," Nico began again, "your body has changed. You've noticed how different you feel, how your responses have altered. These changes are natural for you now." "Natural," Percy repeated, absorbing the suggestion. "Your body knows what it wants, what it needs," Nico continued, his fingers tracing Percy's jawline. "When you feel drawn to me, when you want to submit to me, that's your true nature emerging. There's no need to fight against it." Percy's expression remained peaceful, accepting the words without question. "These feelings—the desire to be near me, to please me, to submit to me—they're not wrong," Nico whispered, his lips close to Percy's ear. "They're right. They're what you're meant to feel now." A slight shiver passed through Percy's body, a physical response to Nico's suggestion. "And because you believe this change is temporary," Nico added, a cruel twist to his manipulation, "you can allow yourself to explore these feelings freely. After all, if you'll soon return to your former self, there's no harm in experiencing this side of your nature while you can." This was the subtle approach Nico had decided upon—not forcing Percy to submit, but suggesting that he embrace his new desires under the false belief that they were temporary. It would be far more devastating for Percy to willingly surrender to his omega nature, only to later discover that he would never regain what he had lost. "When you wake tomorrow," Nico continued, "you will feel more comfortable with these new desires. You won't fight them so hard. You'll allow yourself to explore them, to see where they lead. After all, it's just for a short time, isn't it?" "Just for a short time," Percy echoed, the lie taking root in his subconscious. Satisfied with this foundation, Nico sat back to examine Percy more thoroughly. In the dim lamplight, the changes to Percy's body were even more apparent. Without his muscular definition, Percy's frame appeared almost childish—slender shoulders, narrow chest, thin limbs that seemed too long for his reduced form. There was something almost feminine about him now, particularly in the softness of his face and the delicacy of his features. An idea struck Nico then, a way to enhance Percy's transformation even further. The hero's golden curls, once a crown of masculine beauty, could become something else entirely—a symbol of his weakness, of his domination. "Percy," Nico said, running his fingers through the hero's soft hair, "from now on, you will never cut your hair again. You will let it grow long. You'll want it that way, feel more comfortable that way. Do you understand?" "I understand," Percy replied, still deep in hypnosis. Nico smiled, pleased with this addition to Percy's transformation. But mere suggestion wasn't enough—he wanted to see results more quickly. Closing his eyes, Nico called upon the godly power he had stolen from Percy, focusing a small portion of it on the hero's golden locks. A faint glow emanated from Nico's fingertips as they brushed through Percy's hair. The divine energy pulsed gently, seeping into the strands, altering their natural growth rate. By morning, Percy's hair would already be slightly longer. Within days, it would reach his shoulders—a visible reminder of his changed status. "Your hair will grow faster than normal," Nico whispered, watching as the golden curls seemed to lengthen ever so slightly even as he spoke. "By the time you wake, it will already be a little bit longer than yesterday. And you'll like it that way. You'll want to keep it long, you feel more yourself." Percy's lips parted slightly, a soft sigh escaping them as the magic took effect. Already, his hair seemed more lustrous, the golden curls catching the dim light. Nico imagined how Percy would look with long, flowing hair—how it would frame his beautiful face, how it would cascade down his back, how it would complete his transformation. No longer the mighty Percy Jackson, but a pretty, delicate creature designed for Nico's pleasure. The thought sent a thrill through him. Percy Jackson—the object of his unrequited love, once so far beyond his reach—now lay transformed beside him, becoming more perfectly suited to Nico's desires with each passing moment. And soon the mighty hero would love him back. Nico decided to give Percy's back just a spoonfull of his strength, until a level similar than a 5 years old, so he could walk again but leaving him still defensless. This way maybe Percy would think that his strength was coming back and it would give Nico more time to submit him. With the hypnotic suggestions firmly planted in Percy's subconscious and the spell on his hair taking effect, Nico's work for the night was complete. He lay back down beside the sleeping hero, drawing Percy's diminished form against his chest once more. Percy responded instinctively, curling against Nico's warmth, his head finding its place on the firm muscle of Nico's chest. One thin arm draped across Nico's torso, as if even in sleep, Percy sought to be closer to him. For the first time, Nico held Percy exactly as he had always wanted to—not as a friend, not as a comrade in battle, but as something precious and vulnerable that belonged to him alone. The mighty hero who now fit perfectly in his arms, who needed his protection, who craved his dominance, for sure he was finally going to love him back. Nico pressed his lips to Percy's forehead, inhaling the sweet omega scent that now defined him. "Sleep well, Percy," he murmured. "Tomorrow brings a new chapter for both of us." With Percy's warm weight against him, Nico closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift toward sleep. His dreams were filled with images of Percy—no longer the heroic demigod who had captured his heart, but the submissive creature he had created. Percy with flowing golden hair, looking up at him with adoring blue eyes. Percy kneeling before him, eager to please. Percy surrendering completely, giving himself willingly to the domination he now craved. In his arms, Percy remained deep in hypnotic trance, his subconscious absorbing and integrating Nico's suggestions. His hair continued its magical growth, golden strands lengthening imperceptibly even as they slept. Outside, the moon traced its path across the sky, marking the hours until dawn would bring Percy back to wakefulness—and to the next phase of his transformation. Nico slept soundly, holding Percy's diminished body close, dreaming of their future together while Percy remained caught in his hypnotic web, unaware of the further changes being wrought upon him as the night passed silently on.