Just a bit

Author's Note:

I'm going to stop making claims about my free time going forward, cause it's clearly not working out. Once again, haven't proofread it yet, so point out any errors/typos.

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Emma lay lazily on the couch, her dick nestled between her naked breasts and spilling fresh seed over her chest. She was idly fucking her breasts while watching the attractive news anchor on TV talk about something boring and uneventful. She'd rather watch her mother instead, but Angela had gone to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. She could probably join her, but she also knew her mother insist that she help. Her session was interrupted by the camera switching from the studio to a male reporter on the field, who was interviewing a rather pudgy woman. Visual stimulation gone, Emma ceased her self-titfuck and sighed.

Time to fix that. Open her phone, where she was still logged into Master PC:

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mpc> global set bio --beauty --ideal

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She had long since thrown caution to the wind when it came to making global modifications. Nothing had exploded yet, so she was confident that, at the very worst, she could undo it. She hit enter.

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[Info]: Target already set to global, modifier redundant.

Setting targets' beauty to user's ideal preference...

Global change! Modifying averages...

[Batching job]: Targeting subgroup: female

[Info]: Skipping individual(s) affected by prior run of the command.

Setting average breast_size to H...

Increasing average buttock size...

Reducing average waistline and body fat percentage...

Tweaking facial structures...

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It scrolled by too fast to read. But before it finished, it seemed to slow down again.

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Batch job completed.

[Batching job]: Targeting subgroup: male

[Error]: User preferences do not include targeted subgroup. Initializing error recovery procedures...

[err-recovery]: Incompatibility: User sexual orientation does not match targeted subgroup (male).

[err-recovery]: Potential fix: User fetish list contains member futanari.

[err-recovery]: Simulating reality, checking for conflicts...

[err-recovery]: Resolving conflicts...

[err-recovery]: Success! Passing successful parameters to main program.

[Info]: Error recovery finished successfully. Running targeted subgroup on recovery parameters...

Applying female parameter distribution over subgroup space, overwriting existing parameters...

Adding male genitals...

Settings average male genitalia size (in inches) to {

length: 12,

girth: ...

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Global change! Tweaking orientations...

Global change! Tweaking social norms...

Changing user's sex denotation from female to futanari ...

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The world pulsed.

Emma turned her gaze back towards the TV, where the busty woman was still being interviewed by the futanari reporter. She didn't notice any differences, but she did wonder why she'd bothered with the command at all.

Emma mentally shrugged, before resuming her self-titfuck.

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Catherine had dug around the entire store before giving up. "There's never anything my size," she grumbled.

Sarah had to agree. Most clothes didn't fit either of them properly, and those that did often looked . . . terrible. It was a small miracle there was one set of good tops that fit her, or else she would be in the exact same situation as her friend.

So they'd moved on, and Cathy's sour mood quickly shifted back to bubbly excitement as she selected tops for Hana, who had loudly cum thrice since falling in Sarah's cleavage, and was back to functioning normally. She had washed Emma's seed off of her face, saying that it made it difficult to do anything but masturbate, which Sarah agreed with. Unlike Hana though, she didn't mind.

Catherine's mood swung right back to sourness, however, when Hana kept shooting down every recommendation she gave. "Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed incredulously. "This would look great on you!"

Hana shook her head. "I don't want it. Not my style."

Unlike with Sarah, Catherine didn't press her. They'd had this exact discussion plenty of times, with the exact same outcome: Hana would not be moved.

A clothing rack in the corner of her vision caught Sarah's eye. The blouses it held were semi-professional, though they were pretty stuffy even for formal wear. It would completely cover the wearer's torso, except for a modest boob window that probably wouldn't show even a hint of areola. It honestly looked like something her mom would wear.

But it had a broad range of sizes, one which would fit Hana. She held it up and turned towards her. "What about this one?"

Hana looked it over before nodding and taking it. Catherine, meanwhile, was absolutely distraught. "What?! That thing? That'll barely show of your tits!"

"Let me at least try it on," Hana retorted, stripping off her shirt, briefly exposing her bare B-cup breasts to the store, before wearing the blouse. It looked better than expected on Hana, with the boob window showing a bit more than she'd expected-

The world pulsed.

The blouse fit Hana perfectly, snugly wrapping around and highlighting her F-cup breasts. The boob window, despite showing off a vast amount of her tits, didn't show any hint of her areolae, just as Sarah thought. Still, it looked quite good on her friend.

Catherine seemed to agree. "Hey, that's much better than I thought. Suits you too."

Hana turned around and examined herself in the mirror, nodding approvingly. Her large, jiggly butt swayed about hypnotically, and Sarah would have started masturbating again if her pussy wasn't so sore from the multiple rounds she had gone earlier that day.

"I'm buying this," she announced.

Catherine sighed. "Now, if I could only find something that fits..."

Sarah looked at her friend sympathetically. Her large J-cup tits made it a pain to find nice clothes that fit. Sarah felt lucky that she didn't have that problem. Given her very average-sized H-cup breasts, she almost had an easier time than Hana.

Before heading to the cashier, Sarah tried on one of the blouses from the rack. Not for herself, but she was sure her mom would like it, and as they shared the same measurements, getting one that would fit her well was easy. Sure, it got a bit stained from Emma's cum on her tits, but she doubted her mom would mind.

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The cashier was a bored-looking brown haired futanari. Her breasts looked small, only about an E-cup, but that was offset by her dick, which seemed significantly longer than a foot. She was idly stroking it as her eyes were fixed on something on her phone.

As the three friends approached the counter, she put it away and put on a standard customer service smile. "Good evening, how can I help you?"

Evening? Sarah thought as she checked the time on her phone, surprised to see that it was almost 6 o'clock. She'd barely noticed the time go by.

"We want to buy these," Catherine put the clothes on the counter, separating Hana's clothes from the ones Sarah was getting. "Two bags, please."

"Just a moment," the cashier first scanned Hana's new blouse, but instead of putting it on the other side of the counter, she wrapped it around her dick and started pumping. Her other hand continued scanning Sarah's items and putting them in a store-branded paper bag.

"You have a membership?" she asked, panting slightly, as she fucked the fabric of the top.

"Yup! And I'll be paying by card." Catherine handed over membership and credit cards. Sarah watched, slightly impressed, as the cashier smoothly operated her computer one-handed as she approached the brink of orgasm.

Just as the computer confirmed the payment going through, the cashier moaned softly, her hand holding the blouse in place as she came into it. After taking in a few deep breaths, she separated the freshly cum-soiled top from her softening dick and placed it in a separate bag, before handing over the receipt with a smile. "Thank you for shopping at Marcy's, have a nice day."

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"That was nice of her," Hana said as they left the store.

"Girl, come on!" Catherine exclaimed. "She was totally flirting with you!"

"That seems like a stretch," Hana said, unfazed.

"It is a bit out there, Cathy," Sarah agreed.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "I know you wouldn't know, given your sister and all, but most girls only have a few loads in them a day. They can't just go around cumming in everything, they have to save it for when they really want to show their appreciation."

"She was already masturbating when we arrived," Hana interjected. "She didn't even know the blouse was mine. It seems much more likely that she just didn't want to waste it."

Catherine looked exasperated, but before she could retort, Sarah cut in. "Cathy, that's fairly normal. I'm sure all of us have had a barista give us some cum once in a while. It doesn't mean anything."

"No, dumbass, they're flirting with you! Seriously, next time that happens, ask for her number. If you don't get it, next shopping trip is on me."

Hana raised an eyebrow. "You're serious about this?"

"Yes!" Catherine threw up her hands. "I cannot believe I have even have to spell this out to you guys! You have any idea how many times I've gotten laid just cause of shit like this?"

"Well, that is good to know." Hana said. "I'm too busy for a relationship right now, but I will keep it mind for later." She glanced sideways at Sarah. "Seeing as you've only got eyes for one person, I doubt this information changes anything for you."

Sarah gave no response as her friends had a laugh at her expense. After they calmed down, she announced, "It was nice catching up, but I've got to go now."

"Hey, whoa, no need to take it so seriously!" Catherine said hastily. "We'll cut it out, promise!"

"While I also did not mean to offend you, it is getting late," Hana agreed. "I have to go pick up Hina at the airport in an hour."

"Hina's coming back?" Catherine said, half happy, half indignant. "That bitch didn't even tell us!"

"It was very last-minute," said Hana. "A lot of her classes were cancelled post-midterm, so she'll be coming back for two weeks."

Hina was Hana's twin . . . sister? Sister. They looked and dressed very similarly, to the point where it would be hard to tell them apart if not for their mannerisms, and Hina's footlong girldick. Unlike the three of them, she'd gone to some college out of state, and was even harder to meet up in-person.

"Let us know when the two of you get free, we'll-" Sarah started.

"Fuck that!" Catherine interrupted. "Showing up without saying anything? I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind! I'm coming with you!"

Hana looked at as if to say something, but then apparently thought better of it. "Fine. Do you have your car?"

Catherine deflated somewhat. "Amber's using it today. She dropped me off, but won't be able to pick me up."

Amber was Catherine's older sister, and their shared ownership of the car had led to many disputes over who would get it when. While technically Sarah also shared the car with her sister, Emma was a homebody who rarely ever ventured out, giving Sarah nearly unrestricted access.

"That works out, I suppose," said Hana. "We'll all be able to talk in the car."

"Yeah, exactly!" Catherine said. "And you'll drop me off after, right?"

"Naturally," Hana said dryly. "Unless you wanted to stay the night?"

"Nah, I've got to go out of town tomorrow. That's how Amber got car dibs today." Catherine looked at Sarah. "You coming?"

Sarah shook her head. "I'd be in a separate car. Besides, I've got some college assignments to get through."

Despite Catherine's attempts to wheedle Sarah into putting off her assignments, the friends parted ways in the parking lot, promising each other to not take as long to meet up the next time.