Minx wakes up

Minx awoke.

Or rather. _You_ awoke. For the first time in your existence, it was quiet.

A voice occurred in your head. "That's because Jason's asleep," said Chloe. "Of course it's quiet when the mind with your shared will in it is out like a light."

A heavy arm lies across your chest. Jason is half atop you, almost like you're his body pillow. He's very comfortable. You're less comfortable, but that doesn't matter. You feel comfortable because Jason's comfortable.

You settle deeper into the very comfortable position, one arm pinned behind your back, your leg beneath Jason's half asleep.

A dreamy image flits through your mind. You riding Jace. You're naked. Lisa, your roommate, watches and cheers.

Without thinking about it, you extricate yourself from beneath Jason and move to straddle him. He's hard. You can feel it, even if you can't see it.

But before you can mount up, Chloe's voice hits you again. "Don't. He needs his rest. I know we've been busy, but remember, the whole point of this is so I can use your body as a filter for my slime," she explained. "The sex you had yesterday was more than enough to get fresh slime and energy into your boy half. It'll only be another week before he'll be ready to go out on his own."

Out on his own. Without Chloe the slime? Without you? An idle uncertainty hits you. Not from your own mind, but from Jason's. Which is your mind, in a way. You share the important parts. The motive parts. His uncertainty might as well be yours. It is yours. There is no distinguishing between them for you.

"Don't worry about separation yet," said Chloe. "We'll figure this out one step at a time. I've never worked with a patient out in the wild like this. It's a learning experience for all of us, especially you Minx, since your prior mind so generously gave all her brain space up so there'd be plenty of room for you."

Your stomach growled, but now your sleeping will was paying attention more. You were hungry, you needed to eat. Hunger was uncomfortable.

So, you got out of bed. Your shoes were already on, so that would save time.

"Um, you might want to dress first, not that I mind," warned Chloe.

You ignored her, tucked Jason back into bed since your (his?) shoulder felt cold, and then left the room to make your way through the apartment to the kitchen.

You ran into your friend Daniel when you walked in. He was at the stove, baking pancakes. Contrary to his usual mood, he was humming a tune.

He didn't see you at first, but you didn't care. You were hungry. You went to the fridge and opened it. There, on the second shelf, was the pizza from last night.

How the pizza got there, why it was there, whose it was, none of this occurred to you. You were operating half asleep. Or at least, with the most important parts of you ****. Like a driver asleep at the wheel. It felt nice.

You pulled out the box, put it on the counter, and grabbed a cold slice to start eating. You took a big bite.

The sounds of the fridge opening and shutting turned Daniel's head. He wore glasses, with his black hair messy. He had a thin face and body.

And at the sight of your body, clad only in tennis shoes, and your very pretty face and purple hair, Daniel quickly shifted his pancakes off the heat and blocked the sight of you with an arm.

"Willow! Uh, what are you doing here?"

"Eating pizza," you replied automatically, taking another bite. "And I'm not Willow."

"But why are you naked?!" he said, cornered and panicked.

"Because I didn't put any clothes on," you replied. You took another bite of cold pizza. It was food. You were hungry. You liked pizza.

Daniel ventured to look between his fingers at you. At first with trepidation, then with rapidly growing curiosity. He especially liked your big naked boobs. "What do you mean... you're not Willow?"

You chewed. "I'm Minx. Willow gave up her brain so I could be me."

Idly you recalled that you could vanish Daniel's memories of Willow at a word, but you felt no compulsion to ask Chloe to do so. For her part, it felt like Chloe was watching, but choosing not to interact. She was curious how this would go.

You kept eating the pizza. Next slice. More food. Less uncomfortable.

"You're sure you're not Willow?" asked Daniel.

"Yes," you said through your food. Another bite.

Daniel was just straight up checking you out now. Something about that registered with the sleeping part of you, and for a brief second, you felt an impulse to act. Showing boys your tits is hot.

You set down the pizza slice and turned to face Daniel head-on. You put your hands behind your back and showed him your tits. It was hot.

Daniel took a step forward. Then another. His eyes were locked on your big puffy nipples, which were now erect. This was really hot. It was the only real thing you felt like doing.

Hesitantly, Daniel reached out. His eyes darted up to yours, then down again, then up again. His palms hovered an inch over your erect nips, capped on your big, pendulous breasts. "Um..."

You said nothing. He really liked your tits.

Daniel's hands touched your chest. Again, your sleeping mind registered the sensation, albeit vaguely. So hot.

Your skin warmed. You leaned into his grip.

Daniel pawed at your boobs, gently, gropingly. He squeezed. He jiggled. His erection tented his sweatpants. His groping grew bolder. He was manipulating all of your big boobs now. Squishing, rolling flesh, pinching your nipples.

"This is so hot," you said, relaxing into his touch.

"Yeah," Daniel grunted. He leaned in and kissed you. "Willow, I always liked you..."

"I'm Minx," you corrected.

But Daniel either didn't hear, or he didn't care, because he pushed you back against the counter. You had nowhere to go with your butt against the cold countertop, so you scootched back and hopped up onto it.

Daniel was mauling you now. Kissing, touching, fondling. Your thighs, your breasts, your arms and legs. It was all fair game. And you were getting really hot too.

After only a minute, Daniel pushed your knees apart. He filled the void. His sweat pants were halfway down his hips, his cock sprang free.

Your sleeping mind registered this too. Exciting. Emotion flooded you.

"Fuck me," you said, suddenly animate. You urged your hips forward.

Daniel answered with his. His manhood slipped like a ramrod right inside you.

This felt good. _Really _good. You locked your legs around Daniel's back and held him close against you so you could pump him. Or so he could pump you. You were both pumping each other, and it was exciting. Hot. Sexy.

You felt good. Not as good as last night with Jason - you loved Jason, you were his fuck slut, you'd bear his children and marry him and anything else he could think of - but this was good too.

After a while of good fucking, Daniel groaned. "I'm close," he panted in your ear. "Are you...?"

You could finish the sentence. "I'm not on birth control," you informed him.

"Oh fuck. Sorry," mumbled Daniel. He pulled out at the critical moment and then spurted a whole bunch of jizz right on your stomach and tits, one big gush at a time.

Now that you were done fucking, you were about to return to the pizza. But the sight of the jizz on your body prompted your slumbering mind to have an opinion.

It's so sexy when you eat a man's jizz.

You hopped off the counter, your body jiggling, and then you started scooping whatever of Daniel's cum was on your body, and slipping it sensuously into your mouth. "Mmm," you cooed. So sexy.

Daniel gawked at you like you were his wet dream fantasy. "You're... Willow's twin?" He really couldn't wrap his brain around the fact Willow no longer existed.

"I'm Minx," you reiterated. Then you returned to the pizza and took another bite.

Daniel obviously had more questions, but the situation was too bizarre for the engineer. He excused himself "to go clean up" and quickly beat a retreat. A moment later you heard the shower turn on.

You finished the rest of the pizza, but you didn't return to Jason. You no longer felt tired. Your body was sore, in a good way, in places, but that was it. You felt very awake. And your slumbering mind provided no will or direction one way or the other, so you just stood where you were, staring out the window.

It was daytime. Cars and pedestrians passed by on the street below. No one could see you from this angle and with this lighting, which was a shame. There were some boys down there and showing your tits to boys was hot.

You felt a presence enter the room behind you. You didn't turn to look.

"God. Put some clothes on already, you slut," said an unhappy Lisa. She checked the fridge. "AND you ate all the pizza? What the hell!" She approached. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

She grabbed your shoulder and spun you around.

You came face to face with the Asian girl. Shoulder-length straight black hair, very slim body, no real curves to speak of, but attractive in her own right.

Lisa looked furious. "Get dressed and get out. I don't care if you're Jason's girlfriend or whatever the hell, I live here, this is _my_ house too, and you're breaking _my_ rules."

You considered the demand. Your sleeping mind briefly considered it as well. Chloe can handle this.

"Chloe," you said aloud. "Handle this."

Lisa froze in place. Her eyes went wide. She opened her mouth and no sound came out. She tried to move, but couldn't.

"What would you like me to do, Minx?" she asked. "I know half of you is asleep, but I'm in both of yous. Jason's in there too, I can feel it."

You thought about it for zero seconds. "Make her stop."

Lisa then totally froze. Her mouth clamped shut, and her eyes went blank.

"Now what?" prompted Chloe.

You looked at Lisa. She wore an oversized t-shirt, nothing else was visible.

The dream Jason was having drifted across your awareness. You fucking Jason. Lisa was watching. Or was she participating? It wasn't very clear.

"She needs bigger boobs," you noticed. In the dream, that's how it looked.

Chloe giggled in your head.

Lisa's chest expanded rapidly outward, tenting her shirt. They grew and grew, bobbling uncontrollably without a bra. Her nipples poked obviously through the fabric as the hem lifted from her skinny legs.

The dream was getting more definite as you watched it.

"She needs purple hair," you understood.

Lisa's shiny black hair shimmered with an iridescent green vibration and turned a rich deep shade of purple. Her eyes remained blank.

"Taller." The vision in the dream was becoming more clear.

Lisa grew a few inches till she matched your height.

You lifted Lisa's shirt to check her bobbling fat tits. They looked just like yours. She had dark little nipples though, pointing erect.

"She needs puffy pink nipples," you saw. You pulled her shirt off the rest of the way so you could observe.

Lisa's nipples paled and turned pink. They grew and swelled too, bigger and riper, turning into a mirror image of your own.

Her eyes, though, were wrong. They were too dark.

"Hazel eyes." Chloe fixed it.

But you saw other problems, which Chloe also fixed as soon as you pointed them out. "Pale skin. No mole. Shorter hair. Different eyes. Caucasian."

And more.

"Fatter. Softer. Curvier. Thicker. "

Soon, Lisa matched the dream. It had started with you and Lisa, but now as it floated through your mind, you could see clearly that the dream scene had transitioned to two copies of you.

Standing before you now was your full body clone. The curvy, pale, topless girl in a pair of white panties resembled you down to the smallest detail, save for the fact you were wearing tennis shoes, and she was wearing panties.

"Now what?" asked Chloe, in your head.

"It's handled," you said. She matched the dream now.

"I'll wake her up, then," giggled Chloe.

Lisa awoke with a start. "What -" she grabbed her throat and made a face. She sounded just like you. And then Lisa felt a breeze and looked down.

She screamed.

You frowned. Even Jason could hear her screaming. He was about to wake up - but he needed his sleep? He needed to get better. This wasn't handled yet.

"Chloe," you said. "Stop her."

Again, Lisa fell silent, frozen in a state of panic, her hands midway to trying to cover her new, voluptuous body.

"Maybe let her put her shirt back on for starters," hinted Chloe, sounding like she was enjoying this more than anything.

You grabbed Lisa's shirt from the floor and tugged it down over her big boobs and body. It was a struggle to get her arms through the right holes.

"Maybe change her back to normal?" Chloe added. "Or make her forget?"

You considered Lisa before you, hoping dimly for an answer. She looked right. She was dressed again.

Your **** half answered in a spasm when the information reached it, but it was still falling back into deep sleep.

Willow only in a shirt like that... so hot... nothing waist down. Mmh...

Chloe's advice plus your sudden preference combined as a solution. "Change Lisa so wearing shirts like this is normal, nothing from the waist down," you decided. "That'd be so hot."

"Ooh. I like it. All right, Minx," said Chloe. "But she'll still freak when she sees you naked. Or when she sees she could be your twin."

You prompted your other half for an opinion. Lisa... Willow... twins? Nice...

You grinned. "Then tell Lisa it's normal to be my twin. That she is my twin. And that it's normal to see me naked."

"Decisive. I like that," said Chloe. "Here goes."

Lisa's eyes flashed green for a half-second, and she woke up again.

This time, Lisa didn't scream. The curvy girl with purple hair noticed you, smiled, but then noticed herself. "What the hell am I wearing?" she asked, just like you would. She was suddenly squirming.

Did you not handle this?

Lisa, now a carbon copy of yourself, reached under her sleep shirt, which barely covered her much fuller ass thanks to her increased height. Without wasting a second, she shimmied and pushed down the tight white pair of panties she'd been wearing beneath it.

She stepped out of the panties and collected them off the ground. Then, after examining them with a vague distaste, she dropped them in the pop-top kitchen garbage can.

"That's better," Lisa declared, glancing at you with another smile. She looked over all of you, but didn't seem bothered anymore. "How did you sleep, Minx?"

"Fine," you replied simply. You handled this fine. Jason could sleep.

Lisa fretted for a second, then came closer and pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back automatically.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I don't know why I was so freaked out about you being naked," said your new twin, her heavy breasts fitting comfortably between and around yours.

Another thought. Naked girls hugging is hot.

You turned your face to the side. Lisa met your gaze. You kissed her on the lips.

Lisa seemed briefly confused, but then returned the kiss.

Hugging, hands running over one another's bodies, you made out for a minute.

Lisa broke the contact, her cheeks red, but smiling. "I know we're twins, but it still feels weird when I let you do that," she says, touching and gently squeezing your butt much the same way you were doing for hers. "Maybe save it for your boyfriend...?"

You thought of Jason. "I love Jason," you said.

Lisa hesitated, then gave you one last little kiss on the lips, and gave your butt a goodbye grope. "I'm so happy for you," she said, "but I've got to get ready for work or I'll be late. Promise to tell me all about how you met my roommate later?"

You had no opinion either way.

Lisa took your lack of answer as an agreement. "All right. Cool. Love you," she said. Then she grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and trotted off back to her room.

You stood in the kitchen a while longer. It wasn't ten minutes before Lisa was back.

This time, your copy wore a pair of ill-fitting heels, a purse, and a painfully tight blouse. The buttoned top fell barely to her upper thighs, parting almost suggestively just beneath where it needed to not be parted. Her wider hips and fuller thighs didn't help this any.

The top four buttons of Lisa's blouse had to be left undone to make way for her fuller figure, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. Her puffy nipples dented the fabric outwawrd, and a massive valley of cleavage showed between.

"Tell Jace I said hi," said Lisa, stopping to kiss you on the mouth before tottering awkwardly out the door.

She looked more like a girl dressed up for a porn shoot than for a day at work. Maybe that was her job, though? You didn't know. Nor did you really care. You watched her leave, then stood around for another five minutes.

You yawned. It turned out you were tired afterall.

No longer hungry, you returned to Jason's bedroom, and crawled under the coveres to cuddle up to his warm naked body.