How does 'new reality'-level-deeper hit you

You wake up, and immediately you sense that something is wrong. You're on a set of black satin sheets, inside a room that doesn't seem familiar to you...at first.

But there's the picture of you, Sarah and mom on the beach, sitting on a sleek black desk. You get up, looking around at some other things. There's a trophy on your wall shelf, but it's not silver anymore. It's a gold cup, and it says "Winner - 2016 Juniper Hill Open". There's another one next to it with a man swinging a tennis racket. "2017 State Champion - Team" and another, "2017 State Champion - Best Record".

Looking around at the room, you realize that it's your room. The closet's bigger. It's better decorated. You have a better PC. A nicer bed. Nicer clothes, from the look of what's in your closet. The room itself. It's bigger. You can't understand how or why.

"Oh god, that's so fucking cool!" Says a voice in the room next to yours. It's Denise! You look out into the hall--also unfamiliar, but her voice has come from behind another door in your room.

You open the door, and it yawns into a stunning bathroom. You follow the sound of Denise's voice when she speaks again.

"But if I literally have a bedroom here...what's my Mom going to think?" You walk out of the other side of the bathroom to find another bedroom, its shape the mirror opposite of yours. "Look who's awake! Adam, we're ROOMIES now, how cool is that?"

"Your mom is going to think it's totally normal," Sarah shrugged, looking at you and smiling. "Just like ours is. And they're not going to think anything about their changes either. As far as they know, they've always been magical." Magical? You have no idea what's going on here.

"Sarah, where are we? What did you do?" She and Denise are both in pajamas too, like they’ve just woken up. She floats over to you, hugging you.

"You're in our new house, Adam. Do you like it?" She releases you to look around. Denise's room, just like yours, is beautiful. You know just from being able to see into the opulent hall that the rest of the house must be just as impressive, but you don't want to encourage Sarah. You want answers. "I gave Denise a room here too. This way, her and I can explore more together, and you two can...do whatever anytime you want!" She's looking for elation from you, if not gratitude. You can tell it from the look on her face.

"Sarah, what did you do to mom?" You ask. "To Denise's mom? What did you do to our house?" She looks hurt. "You've only had that book a day! How do you know that changing things like this isn't going to--"

"Adam, why are you so upset?" Sarah asked. "I got a little power-hungry with you two earlier, but look! I gave us everything we want! Did you see your new desk?" She asked. "Did you know...that you still play tennis?" She smiles a little, trying to spur you into excitement. You’d given up tennis years ago, and it almost hurts to try to explain your reaction to her. She really has tried to fix everything, but...

"Denise, she changed your mom?" You ask, trying to appeal to your friend.

"She just...gave them a few talents. Like she did for me!" You frown at Denise. "Adam, now we can even do magic around them and it's not like, something they'll freak out about! It's more like they'll understand what's happening with us and actually be happy about it!" You're more worried than ever. How much has she changed Denise into being okay with this?

"She hasn't changed me," Denise spits back at you, obviously reading your mind just like Sarah could earlier. "Stop being so paranoid! You'd think you'd be happy about this! We were fumbling around with animation and we barely had control. Your sister has pretty much mastered half the book! If anything, you should be thanking her! You're the one that almost got us into big trouble!" You scoff.

"You say she hasn't, but how would you kn--" You look over at Sarah as you're muted by something wrapping around your face from behind. She's rolling her eyes now, apparently done trying to explain things gently.

"I promise I'm not going to do that anymore," Sarah says. “Mind control is useful, but it’s boring to just make you guys go along with everything. Beyond those reassurances, I can't help you," she shrugs. You stare at her, wide-eyed.

“THAT’S supposed to be reassuring?” You ask.

"Your jealousy over this is understandable, Adam. It is. But seeing how you're reacting to me having the book and doing all this for us, I can't really trust you to share equally in it. You’d probably try something stupid like ‘destroy it for the good of mankind’ or something—all because YOU couldn’t keep your dick in your pants when you were dealing with sentient magical constructs,” Sarah explained, clearly referring to the living clothing from earlier. “But that doesn't mean you won't still benefit from my new knowledge...and Denise and mom's gifts, of course," She smiles.

You pull a sweater sleeve away from your mouth, realizing that Sarah must be letting you do it when it comes off easily.

"Seriously, what do mean by mom's GIFTS?!" You cry out.

"Well, listen, I can't have her just think it’s normal for me and one of your best friends to have magic unless she has some, right?” Sarah asks.

“Wh-what kind of magic?” You ask her. Sarah shrugs, smiling.

“You’ll see soon enough…but I promise I didn’t make mom into some kind of automaton. Like I said, that got boring pretty quick. I might use it on some people I really don’t like, but…” She waves away the thought. “The point is, she’s still going to be our mom, she’s still going to be a little neurotic and pushy like mom is…only, magical too. I gave her some latitude, that’s all. Sort of like Denise.”

You don’t audibly protest any further, but considering all the depraved stuff Sarah has already done with you and Denise, you pretty much expect the worst. When mom comes home, there’s going to be three magic women in the house with you, and you’re going to be—

“You’re SO melodramatic, Adam…” Sarah giggled, hovering over to you. She sort of swam behind you in the air, clasping your shoulders and whispering into your ear. “You like these new developments. I know you do. I know about all the fun you had with the animated clothing…like even the stuff before you showed Denise what was happening,” she said. You just looked across Denise’s new room at your best friend, Dressed in a loose tee and a pair of white yoga pants. She clasped her hands together in front of her mouth, hiding her own mischievous smile. “The way you were playing before…pointing your erection at every magical construct you brought to life and letting it have its way with you? Dude, that’s when you should’ve been worried. You were actually on the way to letting them all rewrite reality with your own dirty thoughts…did you know that?” The agreement with your mom’s animated clothing. Your own cum as fuel... You sort of did know that, and you were just going with the flow because it felt too good to stop.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You asked.

“You know what she means,” Denise said. “You just went over it in your head. Just like my clothes came to life and kind of helped me around my room and did my homework and stuff, the ones you dealt with were pretty much tending to your basic male appetites.”

“The animated things have ideas of their own,” Sarah continued, “and in your subconscious, Adam, you don’t want control…”

“You created magic rogues,” Denise explained, her eyes lighting up. “That’s why your mom and Sarah’s stuff dominated us when I came over! That’s what you wanted.”

“And that’s why you’re lucky you accidentally empowered me,” Sarah said. “If you hadn’t, they might be making bigger and better plans for themselves — and they would’ve still had the book!”

“B-but…you’re making things worse, then, aren’t you?” You asked Sarah. “You’re using even more of this magic. How do you know you’re not making rogues of your own!?”

“Because I actually studied the thing instead of just getting off on it,” Sarah said, “Though, you know, eventually Denise and I had some fun with it too…” She admitted. Denise giggled. “Some of your rogues are still out there, but I know where, and I know what they’re up to.” She grinned again. “Because they’re my thralls now.”

“Your…thra—”

“Like henchmen,” Denise explained. “But like, hench-womennnn’s…clothing,” She corrected.

“What are you saying?” You ask, feeling like both of them are running circles around you. You’re a little unsettled when Denise effortlessly rises off the ground in front of you.

“I’m saying that now you can have your cake and eat it too,” Sarah said. “Before, you got to play with all this magic — and you liked it — but you were worried about what would happen if mom found out…or if you unleashed something you couldn’t control.” You gasp a little as you feel your feet leave the ground.

“But now Sarah has it well in hand,” Denise says, hovering toward you, “and now you can let that perverted mind of yours run wild.” Denise flicks her fingers, and the athletic shorts you woke up in sail down your body, exposing you in front of Denise and your sister.

“Denise!” You cry. Sarah sails away from behind you, reclining in the air and watching her newly appointed magical apprentice exercise her power.

“It’s so funny how you can’t help but be aroused by this,” Denise says. “You’re seriously a **** to your own male impulses, aren’t you?” She leans in toward you, giving you a kiss on the lips that you don’t reciprocate.

“Well, it feels…funny to levitate, you know?” You mutter. “I can’t really help it!”

“No…it’s the lack of control,” Sarah says from across the room, crossing her legs and bobbing one of her feet as she reclines on a cushion of air. You stare her long legs leading up to a pair of silky pink sleep shorts and a matching cami. Her legs didn’t ever look like that before, did they? “And the embarrassment from knowing I can read every one of your thoughts…even that one.”

You swallow hard, staring back at Denise again. Her blonde hair is flowing around her face like it’s in a light wind, her pink lips hang slightly open.

“We want you to imagine, Adam,” Denise says to you in a low, sultry voice. “We want you to let go so that we can show you the world Sarah built for all of us…”