Blake finds a way

Sounds of clicking, the hum of the computer, a shuffling of feet.

Blake sorted through his large collection of images, eyes roaming from one salacious image to the next. His massive pole bounced like a flagpole beneath the desk as his free hand idly fondled it. To one side his phone lay unlocked, the blinking text box waiting for a decision.

He was suffering from a bit of choice overload, seeing his many perverted favorites laid out like a buffet. A large portion of his porn collection was futanari but that was another question, did he want to be a futa himself? Like, futa's were ridiculously hot but it was more of a "look from afar" thing he'd had going for the longest time. He loved to look, to imagine, but to be one? He did feel a flutter of arousal at the idea but wasn't sure if he was ready yet to dip into that stream.

He could maybe make one of these images reality, create a whole new being born from the mind of some other degenerate, that would certainly be exhilarating, watch some sexed up girl with a cock bounce into being before him. Still, he held back, not completely ready to bring another person in on his experimenting. It wasn't a matter of how loyal or mindless he could make them, when it came down to it he didn't feel like he could trust anyone enough to feel comfortable in that situation.

His face twisted, a thought coming to him as a particularly spicy image passed under his cursor. Maybe he didn't have to bring in anyone else… maybe he could serve that role on his own?

Turning down to his phone, he twisted his chair around to face the bed.

"A female version of myself will appear on my bed."

He hesitated for a moment. This was a big step. It would technically be him toying with another iteration of him, a sort of Blake 2.0. Someone who would, however, be in on his perversions someone so familiar with who he was that he wouldn't need to feel fear or embarrassment for who he was.

He decided to add a bit of a safety barrier.

"Her anger and fear will be muted when it comes to Omni App and it's changes to reality."

With that he completed the input. With bated breath he watched the very woman appear.

medium length-light brown hair, toned body with slight curves in places lower on her form, the slight swell of a chest just enough to tell of her sex, and a face that looked eerily familiar.

Apparently when it copied him it took into account his currently more physically fit form. Sadly he noticed his improved dick didn't equate to large breasts.

Green eyes opened to look back at his own. Definitely eerie seeing his own gaze looking back at him but as a whole other being. She blinked rapidly, as if she'd just been walloped in the head and had to regain her bearings.

"Uh… hi." Blake said, giving a slight wave before realizing how ridiculous it looked to be doing that when she sat right in front of him.

She squinted at him, tilting her head to the side as she began to speak.

"You… look like…"

Fully aware that he currently had a girl in the room (regardless of her origins) the rhythm in his chest picked up even as he caught on to her meandering words.

"I'm you-er-a version of you… or the other way around probably…" he petered off but as if they were on the same wavelength she seemed to be a step ahead.

"I've got an... app." he said, proudly showing off the device.

the girl's eyes lit with excitement. Apparently that was all she needed to understand.

"So you…"

"Yep"

"And that means I'm?"

"Uhuh"

"Cool"

"That's what I said!"

They stared back at one another, excited, almost appearing as a mirror image to one another but for the gender-swapped visages.

It turned out Blake had been right. This "Brianne" was a near replica of himself (except for being, in his estimation, quite a bit sexier even with his recent improvements), she came from a home that was a duplicate of his own with the same family and the same hobbies. Most importantly she had the same more specific interests. He had forgotten to close the image of the last dickgirl on the screen before summoning Brianne. As they talked he kept catching the girl sneaking glances over his shoulder at the monitor behind him, a telling blush appearing on her face as she tried to return to the conversation.

"Have you tried anything more… crazy yet?" She asked, gesturing at his phone that now lay on the desk. He knew that expression implicitly, having seen himself look exactly the same.

"Nothing too crazy… actually-" he changed his answer "you're probably the craziest thing I've done so far… er… and I made my penis twice as large." He blushed, giving a shrug as if to say "of course I had to."

With a slight chuckle, “Yeah, well I can see that.” she said, gaze flicking downward, appreciating the part he had somehow forgotten. His big hard cock.

"Uhh ha… yeah-" Blake said, absently scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

He was comfortable around this person who seemed to be intrinsically aware of his own personality if not him specifically. Still she was a girl, a girl sitting across from him, even biting her lip suggestively as she continued to take in the part of him she obviously found the most interesting.

"BlaaAaaake!"

Blake froze as a spike of fear shot up his spine.

He berated himself. How did he forget about his own family?!

Forgetting that he had literal god-like powers, he jumped up. “Sorry can you just uh…” and with very little warning he tossed a blanket over his female copy as he tried to hide the evidence of his newly granted power.

Brianne had reacted almost in the same way, freezing up at what sounded like her own mother in a hurry coming towards them. She’d yelped as her body was covered at first by a fluffy blanket and then by Blake’s own body as he tried to push her into the corner of his bed. He tried to not be too forceful, but feeling the impending doom that was being found out by his mother he wasn’t quite thinking clearly.

With the sound of the door creaking open Blake realized he still had his cock sticking out of the top of his sweatpants. With his improved size there was no way he would be able to pull down his sweats, stuff it inside and somehow turn his body so that his impressive length would be hidden. So instead he brought his crotch down harshly on the blanket below him so that he lay on his stomach on the bed, almost forgetting that there was a girl under this covering that he had just been trying to hide like a pile of cushions.

He tried to make it look like he was just relaxing atop his blankets, turning his head to the side to greet his mother who had just entered the room.

“Blake I need you to get up, it’s nearly dark out and you’ve been cooped up all that time. It’s not good for you to hide away from socializing. Come eat something or chat with your sisters or anything!”

Blake felt like he might melt under his mother’s gaze, realizing he was two steps away from her realizing that they weren’t the only ones in the room. That was when he noticed the heat of the girl under the blanket below him, the slightly increased pace of her breath and the feeling of a soft crevice running along the top-side of his hard dick. It took him a moment to put it together but with how he’d jumped on top of her both his and his duplicate’s genitals had to be rubbing up against one another right now…

“Uh…” Blake just couldn’t put two thoughts together.

A look of curiosity crossed the elder woman’s features as she noticed the clean room for the first time.

“Oh! Is this what you’ve been doing?” a wide smile brimmed

She sniffed, her smile turning a little sour.

“And it smells… different?”

“Yeah, that’s– I’ve been cleaning today!” Blake tried to pay attention, noticing a friction, as if the double below was performing small hip thrusts. He loved it and hated it. His heart just couldn’t seem to catch a break.

“Great job hun!” Blakes mom smiled, walking up to rub him on the back in a way meant to be maternally affectionate but which just caused Blake to clench up, forcing his dick harder into the soft cushions of the blanket and body under him.

A small whimper came from his errant partner, muffled by the thick blanket between them.

Blake blessed whatever gods had given his mother such an ability to be so unaware of the things happening right under her nose.

“Now, come on. I have food that’s almost cold waiting for you. I think while you’re at it we can talk about all the cute girls you're seeing at school!” she said, giving him a warm pat on the back. Blake would be sweating a river out of fear if he weren’t so dead set on the need to thrust his own hips right now. Somehow, he resisted. Hot and confused because his mother was standing right over him, trying to do this affectionate thing of pulling him to the outside world (if only the kitchen), he just gaped, hot air escaping his throat as he tried to come up with an excuse for what seemed like a **** sentence at that moment.

“Eugh!” a muffled, obviously feminine voice moaned. Below, the shivering, tight thrusts Brianne had been doing halted, a quiver of heat passing along the edge of Blake’s dick.

The older woman turned her head to the side curiously.

“Did you hear one of the girls calling just now?”

Like a lifeline to a drowning man he grasped onto that line.

“Yeah! You should uh, check that! It sounded like, well, important!”

“Hm?” Blake’s mom said, turning to give him a curious look.

He gave her his most innocent smile. She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“Fine, but I would really like to see you downstairs. I worked hard on that meal for you honey.”

She leaned over to give him a peck on the top of his head before getting up and finally walking out the door.

As soon as she was out and he could no longer hear her walking down the hall, Blake twisted off of the girl under the thick blanket, laying on his back so his dick could spring into the open air. His hands went immediately to rub his dick like his survival depended on it.

“Fuuuuuu…..”

A laugh familiar but in a higher pitch came from his side as he furiously masturbated with both his hands. Blanket thrown aside, Brianne smiled over at her otherwise engaged male copy. She propped her head on one hand, her elbow on the bed as she watched that hot dick begin to show signs of getting ready to explode. A sheen of sweat on her brow and an air of lightness to her attitude made it seem as if she had already reached that peak when she'd cried out earlier.

“I agree, that was kind of hot.” She bit down on her lip again, a quirk unique to this version of Blake, eyeing his rod up and down. “You know, while I was… using you. I pretended that you were really like that girl on your monitor… the one with the pretty eyes and a big dick like what you gave yourself.”

Blake didn’t really have a full grasp of the exact words being uttered by the girl but the general meaning came across clear enough. Moments after he couldn’t hold on any longer. Quiet shuddering rasps left his lips as he lifted his hips in the air, sending several streams of spunk over his head and into the headboard past him.

Now down from cloud nine he realized he should do as his mom said, if for no other reason than to keep her from coming back to check on him later.

“I um… do have one question.” the girl said as Blake finally managed to get his dick somewhat hidden inside his clothes.

“Why is it that I seem to be just… OK with all of this? I know that you're like me, hopelessly kinky and stuff but that doesn’t explain why I’m not freaking out about being taken from the world that I remember and dropped into this one, a place that I don’t think I actually belong. I know I should be pissed off or afraid or kind of anything other than just horny, but I’m not?”

Blake became a bit hesitant at hearing that, even though he knew he had muted her feelings about all that, he couldn’t completely block out the idea that he was maybe taking advantage of this other version of himself.

“Ah… well, that was another part of the change. I… might have put something in there about changing your fear and anger…”

“Oh.” she replied with a confused expression. Again, she tried to look through her feelings on all of this but she couldn't seem to work up more than an awareness and a feeling that something was slightly off about her situation.

She sighed.

“All right, fine, go hang out with... our family.”

Blake frowned, the way she talked about having her own place somewhere else, it sounded kind of like she hadn’t just been created out of nothing by the app. Or perhaps she was but just had the memories in order to create a whole person? He didn’t know, couldn’t know… maybe, but whatever the case Blake now felt that maybe he had been too hasty in his original change for her.

Brianne, fully aware of her own mind, could read into some of the reaction that Blake was currently giving her.

“Look, for now I’m cool with some messing around, checking out your place.” she looked around, mumbling “although its basically the same” before continuing. “It’s not like you can’t just send me back to where I came from once you’ve grown a pair.” a slight grin twisted at the edge of her mouth, noticing the possible double meaning there. She wasn't being condescending about the "grown a pair" comment either, she had said it in a knowing manner, familiar in her home reality with her own hesitations around doing what she really wanted.

That seemed to settle him down mostly by the way his frown loosened.

Brianne grinned widely “side’s, if there’s more kinky shit like what we just did then I’m in %100!” she gave him a cheeky thumbs up.

Blake blushed at that, remembering the awkward situation of being between his sort-of twin and his mother but with the older woman's complete obliviousness.

With a bashful chuckle he finally made his way out into the hall. “Well… maybe eventually but uh… I’m not sure I’m quite ready for more of that yet.”

As he walked he did have to admit to himself that it had been hot. At the time he had thought his furious release after the awkward events had been in response to Brianne’s silent tryst with his penis alone but thinking about it he questioned if just maybe his mother’s close proximity had a hand in it as well.

Back in the room, a girl similar in many ways to the boy that had just left now lay with a hand writhing below her panties, expertly playing with her own strings like a million times before. In all honesty she barely cared about the question she had asked him. It had just been a random thought, a response to a question that she hadn’t been aware needed an answer until it popped into her head. In reality she loved that she was here. She had a male duplicate with a beautiful dick here, one with just as much of a pervy streak as her own. Not only that but he had a family that mirrored her own and while normally she wasn’t attracted to her own mother and sisters, this was a degree of separation which allowed her to look at them in new and fascinating ways. More than likely Blake felt about his family the way that she felt about her’s back in her own reality, but after that last kinky encounter Brianne’s imagination began to take new and exciting turns.

Then last was the possibility of change, this “omni app” he had talked about. The options were literally endless and she was pretty sure between her and her “twin” there would be no lack of imaginative situations to enjoy.

“Now where... was... it..?” she asked no one, eyes roaming the room.

She found it. Lying atop his desk, the boy had forgotten his phone.

Her lips twisted in a deviant smirk, wondering how good Blake was with pass codes.