A quick nap, followed by a walk to a nearby park

With Ashley gone, you take the opportunity to rest for a bit after the excitement of the past few hours. You doze off daydreaming of all the fun you can have with Ashley and Holly, and hoping that this isn't some sort of cosmic prank that will see you paying the piper tomorrow.

Waking up about an hour later with an uncomfortably wet spot around your crotch, you walk upstairs and change into clean clothes. You remembered dreaming about having a whole harem of women, some of whom, like Ashley, you owned completely, and others of whom you only owned parts, but enough that you were able to use them--or at least their best features--as you saw fit.

The dream, pleasant as it was, though, had left you with some lingering doubts about the extent of your newfound power: would it work on people who didn't know you at all? After all, you'd lived with Ashley for about a year now, and Holly had been your landlord until just a few hours ago. They both knew you, and you had to know whether your power worked with someone who didn't.

Slipping on some comfortable running shoes, you decide to walk down to the nearby park. There were usually a few joggers around, and so you could probably find another fit woman or two to add to your little group--assuming, of course, that your power worked that way.

Arriving at the park, you take a seat on an empty bench and watch the joggers go by. While there were quite a few whom you'd be quite happy to fuck, you aren't sure if you could unclaim things you own, and none of them looked like anyone you'd want around on any sort of permanent basis.

Until, that is, a pair of joggers, breasts constrained by sports bras, jogged by. They looked a few years older than you, and extremely similar. You'd always dreamed of taking sisters to bed--if not twins--and these two looked like exactly what you'd desired: large breasts, tight asses, long, blonde hair, pretty faces, toned muscles. If your power didn't work, you'd sound like a crazy person, but you'd still have Ashley and your apartment complex. If it did work...

"Excuse me, ladies," you say, standing up as they near where you sit.

They slow their pace, and one of them turns to you and asks, a bit exasperatedly, "Yes?"

"I'd just like you to know that I'm John Doe, and I own you. Both of you." Mentally crossing your fingers, you wait for them to slap you silly.

Instead, the other jogger says, "Oh! Of course! How could we not have known, Beth?"

"How could we, Carol?" agrees Beth. "Obviously John owns us."

Carol turns back to you. "So, what do you want to do with yourselves?"

For a moment, you were speechless. This wasn't like what you'd done with Holly, just claiming her apartment buildings, her job, and her pussy. Or like what you'd done with Ashley, where you'd first claimed something that was, actually, yours anyway, then small things, then parts of her body until finally moving on to her whole body--but just her body. No, you'd walked up to two complete strangers, said you owned them--not their body, not their mind, just them, completely--and almost immediately they were referring to themselves as if they were, in fact, you. As if they were no longer independent people but just extensions of you. "Um."

Your own hesitancy and confusion is reflected in the faces of the two women you'd just claimed. "John?" Beth asks.

"Um," you repeat. "How about you come over and sit down with me?"

Now without hesitation, the pair follow you to the bench from which you'd risen and, when you gesture to the spaces on either side of you, they sit down, pressing their--or, you suppose, your--bodies up against you.

"So," you ask the first jogger to address you, "you're Beth, right?" They're hard to tell apart, but on closer examination you can see that Beth's lipstick is a darker shade of red than Carol's.

"Well, I was," she replies. "Now I'm just part of you, John, of course."

That sends you reeling mentally again, but, recovering, you say, "Well, to avoid confusion, then, I'm going to call you Julie," you tell the former Beth, "and I'll call you Leila," you continue, turning to the former Carol.

"Of course," says Carol--or, rather, now, Leila. "I always sort of knew Carol wasn't my name, anyway."

"I know," says Beth--now Julie. "Julie feels so much better."

"Of course it would," replies Leila. "They're the names we chose for ourselves, after all."

"You mean, they're the names I chose for you," you interject.

"Well, yes," says Julie. "But we are you, even if you're in control, so in a sense we did choose these names for ourselves."

That knocks you for another quick loop--you weren't quite expecting them to treat themselves as if they were just you!--but you recover and ask, "So, are you twins?"

"Well," replies Leila, "we were. I guess in a strictly biological sense we still are. Identical twins, in case you couldn't tell. Well, mostly identical."

"And did you ever take a guy to bed together?" You figure there's no point hiding your intentions to fuck both of them.

Leila shudders a little, even as she accepts your hand on her breast, where it had moved during your conversation. Nobody else in the park was even batting an eye at how you were openly fondling these two women. Julie, meanwhile, pushing her own breast into your other hand, says, "Leila was strictly gay, and I was strictly straight. So, no. Leila's never even seen a cock."

You frown. "Well, you're both lesbians, except for me. And you have a huge **** fetish," you add.

Now the shudder goes through Julie, while Leila settles comfortably into your groping. "I can't believe I fucked so many guys," she says, a note of horror in her voice. "Gross. Except for you, obviously," she says, her hand twitching as if she wants to grab your crotch. You pick it up and guide it over, letting her cop a quick feel of your sizable package. "Yes. That's the only dick I'm ever letting touch me again." Then she gives Leila a smoldering look, which is avidly returned.

"And yours is the only cock I'm ever going to have touch me, period," says Leila, and you let her feel you up, too.

With a smile, you continue, "So what do you two do for a living?"

"Well," says Julie, "whatever you want us to do, obviously. But right now we work as paralegals. Should we quit?"

"No, no. But it is my birthday, so I'd like to be able to celebrate that with myself, so you're going to have to call in and take the rest of the day off."

Both women immediately pull cell phones out of their bras and call their bosses, who seem quickly to accept that their assistants are now you, and therefore they have to give them the afternoon off.

"So now what?" asks Leila after hanging up.

"Well, I'm having dinner with my mom and my sisters later," you say, "but in the meantime I'm going to head back to my apartment and get to know myself a little better. Oh," you add as an afterthought, deciding to see just how far you can push the bounds of decency, "and I'd like to be able to feel up my tits directly as we walk. So off with those bras." You realize that it should be a bit disturbing just how easy it is now to think of these women as just part of you now, but after seeing how quickly and willingly they subordinated themselves to you, and how everyone around you just accepts it, it just seems to come naturally.

Without hesitating, Julie and Leila take their sports bras off, revealing their boobs, which are indeed somewhat larger than Ashley's. You direct that they should carry the bras, not wanting to lose your property, and you set off back to your apartment, playing with their nipples, causing them to stumble from the stimulation periodically.

"I hope we're as good at playing with our pussies as we are at playing with our nipples," pants Leila.

"Well you'd be the one with experience on that front!" says Julie with a bit of a chuckle. "But at least I'll be able to pleasure our cock properly."

Arriving back at the apartment, having gotten quite a few looks but nobody trying to stop you, you ask Julie to take your keys out of your pocket and unlock the door. You push the twins ahead of you with a squeeze and a slap on each of their asses, then follow them in, closing the door behind you. Immediately the sound of muffled moaning hits your ears, and you realize Ashley is home from her shopping trip.

She's sitting on the couch with her legs spread, her hands furiously working at her cunt. "Um, Ashley? What are you doing?"

"Oh, hey, John. What you told me to do after I got back, remember? Finger fuck my pussy for an hour? But I've only been back for about five minutes now, so if you don't mind..." She continues her masturbation, but already she's showing some signs of being in pain.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

"Well, your pussy's getting a bit raw and your muscles are cramping a little," she admits, and even though you'd literally just made two other women think they're just part of you, it still takes you a moment to realize that she was referring to her body parts as yours, since, as far as she and, it seemed, everyone else, was concerned, her body is yours.

"Oh. Well, never mind about the whole 'hour' thing, then. I wouldn't want you damaging my body."

Ashley relaxes, ceasing her stimulation. "Damn. Thanks. You really are a good friend--you could've just left me there, you know. Who knows how bad I could've gotten if I'd done that for a whole hour!" She gets up and walks around the couch, and you can see that she's wearing stiletto heels, frilly stockings, and a lacy thong pulled aside to bare her twat.

"Did you go shopping like that?" you ask.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't have these clothes then, but thong, stockings, heels, that's what you told me to wear. These I bought. You like them?"

"But, I mean, topless?"

"Of course. You told me to strip and then didn't tell me to put anything on to cover myself above the waist."

"But, there are laws against that sort of thing."

"Nobody's going to touch your property without your permission or tell you what you can and can't do with it, John," Leila puts in.

Ashley gives Julie and Leila an approving once-over. "Damn, John. Masturbation's gonna be really fun for you now, I bet. Wait, crap, does this mean that if any of your bodies gives me an order about what to do with your body I have to follow it?"

That does stop you for a moment. After all, Julie and Leila might be completely subordinate to you, but they are still, apparently, you, and so Ashley would feel that they own her body every bit as much as you do. "No, only I, in this body, can make that demand of you. In fact, if ever you need to satisfy my body's urges, you can use one of my other bodies, as long as I don't need it and they're not at work. Got it?" you say, looking at all three women.

"Sweet! You're the best friend I could possibly have! And here I thought it was just your birthday!" Ashley practically squeals, but then her expression sobers. "Except... I don't really like women that way."

You sigh inwardly. "Then I'm claiming your sexual preferences," you tell your roommate.

"Oh!" A confused look crosses Ashley's face. "Well, then, who am I attracted to?"

You sigh inwardly again--given what you'd just said, you'd have thought there'd only be a few options. But you suppose you do have to spell it out, and tell her what you told Julie and Leila. "Except for me, Ashley, you're a complete lesbian now."

"Right." Lust fills her eyes as she ogles all three of your bodies.

"Now, Julie, Leila, I want you to strip me naked, and then each other. Then get yourselves nice and wet and ready for my cock while I fuck Ashley, since she's already wet," you add as you move a hand down to your first pussy and feel its slickness.

Stepping back from Ashley, you let your other two bodies remove your clothes. As they pull your underwear off, Julie comments, "Fuck, I knew our cock was big from when we put my hand on it, but..."

Leila also takes in your rock-hard boner with undisguised lust. "...we definitely didn't realize it was quite that big! Damn, I'm glad that that's the only dick that'll ever go in me."

Now fully naked, you remove Ashley's clothes yourself and unceremoniously slip your cock in her cunt, making your roommate gasp in pleasure and arousal. Hefting her ample boobs--though definitely not as big as Julie or Leila's--you tell your other bodies, "Now, as I said, strip each other off and get yourselves nice and wet. And whichever of you I'm not fucking, I want you pleasuring my other body," you say, giving Ashley a kiss on the neck as you pound your shaft in and out of her.

"Mmm, fuck, you're such a good friend, John," moans Ashley. "Letting me use your body, letting me give orders to your other two bodies... I can't imagine anything better than this."

"What about being owned by me completely?" you ask. "Like they are."

Ashley thinks for a moment. "No, I like just being a mind without a body of my own. I wouldn't really want just to be part of you and make you feel obligated to care for me or anything."

You shrug. Sure, it was beyond hot to have the incredibly attractive twins Julie and Leila literally doing anything you asked, even changing their names just because you gave them new names, but having someone like Ashley who might tell you when you had gone too far could be a good thing. And she was right--sure, you could just kill the body she's in and end her existence, but you did like fucking her too much to do that. And she can't lie to you, since you own her sincerity.

"I'm thinking of having a harem," you comment as Julie and Leila get into a sixty-nine position in front of you. "Hot women where I own them, or their bodies, or parts thereof. What d'you think, Ashley?"

"Fuck damn you have the best ideas, John. Does this mean I'm the first member of your harem?"

"Well, yeah. I wouldn't have it any other way," you say as you pinch her nipples viciously.

"Swee--" Her voice trails off into a high-pitched orgasmic scream.