For these goofy/sexy nerds, why would it be anything else?

It may have just been Jessica’s thought-process being a one-track road as far as pleasing her Mistresses was concerned, but this was not how she expected them to settle their dispute over said title.

“Ah!” Jessie cried out.

“Yeah, take it, Bitch!” Jesibelle growled, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jeeze, would you just chill out for-... Oh, fuck!”

“Hah! If that’s the best you can do, fuck calling me ‘Mistress’; I’m going to have you calling me ‘Daddy’ by the end of this!”

“As if! I’m gonna’-... I’m gonna’-... Argh! Goddamn it!”

“Knock out!”

“Best three-out-of-five!” Jessie demanded, slamming her hand down into the carpet.

“Fine.” Jesibelle said with a snicker, setting her Xbox controller down in her bare lap. “But first, Jessica…”

“Yes?” Jessica asked, perking up at the notion that she might be able to make either of her identical superiors. “How may I assist?”

“More beer!” Jesibelle laughed, then let out a rather mighty burp as she picked up and tossed the empty can sitting next to her on the floor across their bedroom towards one of the corners.

“Yeah!” Jessie passionately agreed with a sloppy shout, swaying around for a moment before leaning over and onto Jessica’s smooth, hairless legs while glaring daggers at Jesibelle. “And use the program to make me better at video games than this stupid bimbo, here.”

“Pfft. You’re just jealous that I asked her to do that for me, first.” Jesibelle scoffed, mimicking Jessie by leaning over onto Jessica’s opposite leg, being that while the two were on the floor in front of their bed while their gothic counterpart was sitting up top between them with Master PC running on the laptop in her plump lap.

“Hey, I didn’t think she’d actually do it!” Jessie protested, looking up at Jessica, who was sighing and rolling her eyes when they met with the Brunette’s. “Also, make it so that she can’t order you around like I can.”

“Belay that order!” Jesibelle said in a scruffy, mock-pirate-like voice, then started giggling like the super happy, half-drunk fool that she was. “Yarg.”

Jessica looked straight ahead above them, closed her eyes, and then sighed once again, this time with a more genuine sense of frustration behind it.

There was nothing more disappointing in the world than the conflict these two were putting on her loyalties and priorities, Jessica thought to herself. One Mistress wanted one thing, and the other wanted the opposite. How was she supposed to make them happy if doing so with one would potentially displease the other in half of the requested circumstances?

Not just that, but how was Jessica supposed to bring them pleasure simply by watching them compete in retro-style fighting games?

[Jessie is now more skillful and adaptive at any and all video games than Jesibelle. There is also another cold six-pack of Budweiser in the center of our bed.]

Jessica tapped the Enter key with a blank expression on her stunning, porcelain-doll-like face, and then reached back behind her to grab the plastic net holding half-a-dozen beer cans together.

When it was pulled out into view of the two other Jess’ sitting on the floor, their eyes lit up and they eagerly reached out for the tasty beverages that hadn’t existed mere seconds ago.

The cans were animalistically snatched up and torn out of the net; both girls grabbed three per, set two of their respective three on the floor opposite from Jessica, then each of them cracked one open and started chugging them down, making eye contact all-the-while.

Jessica noted the thin, golden streams of carbonated goodness leaking out from the corners of their mouths as Jessie and Jesibelle guzzled more than their throats were able to handle, trailing down from their chins and down onto their bare, extremely perky, and very jiggly breasts. Part of her knew she was jealous, instinctively wanting to join her new sisters in getting blitzed just a few hours after noon on the Saturday they found themselves in, but she virtually felt nothing on an emotional level and had no real drive to get involved unless at least one of them wished for that, but that was mainly because she didn’t want to get in the way and spoil their fun with her lack of, well, being able to have fun. At the present moment, the other two were currently much too competitive with one another, and already much too buzzed to care, to really notice that Jessica was being left out of their half-serious fun.

Jessica knew from the clear, objective perspective that she now had about herself to know that regardless of who submitted defeat between their competition, both girls would most likely wind up being the best of friends by the end of it all. Despite their aggressive attitudes towards one-another, it was playful, and were acting in a way that none of them ever had with another individual. Those two were having real genuine fun, Jessica thought to herself, and while she understood that the good of their well-being was the sole directive to her new life’s purpose…

In the back of her mind, she felt something.

It wasn’t an emotion. It was more like… an itch. An itch that had a bizarre resemblance to…

Impatience.

“So who are you going to pick this time?” Jessie scoffed, glancing at Jesibelle for a brief moment with a smug look on her face. “Not that it matters, I can already tell that I’ve got this in the bag.”

“I’m sticking with Carrie. She has the biggest tits, after all.” The blonde-headed dork said, leaning back against the bed and admiring brand-new, big, tanned melons sloshing around on her chest before bringing up both hands to give them a few playful gropes and squeezes.

All three of the naked girls’ eyes were now focused on the blonde-headed beauty that was playing with herself. It seemed that the short attention-span Jesibelle had been given was working well-enough, being that a few brief seconds turned into a full minute of mindless breast-play. Her breaths grew shorter and shaky, soft moans began escaping her lips, and her large nipples became visibly hard enough to cut glass.

Jessica turned to look at a heavily breathing and somewhat hypnotized Jessie as she stared in amazement at the other version of herself sitting on the floor.

The brunette’s soft lips were parted, a thin trail of drool dripped down from the corner of her mouth, and both of her hands slowly rubbed themselves along the length of her smooth, bubbly thighs as she continued to sit there on the floor with her legs crossed.

They were both clearly horny, Jessica thought, so why weren’t her Mistresses going at each other’s bodies in the same manner that they’d greedily snatched up the beers from her grasp?

Was it a form of trepidation? Nervousness? Maybe they were just taking things slow, letting it all ramp up to hot, steamy, satisfying sex?

When Jessie unconsciously cleared her throat, not in a way that would come off as rude or interjecting, it seemed to have snapped Jesibelle out of her lusty daze on some level. Their eyes became wide once they met and their motions came to a halt instantly. Both of them blushed furiously, reluctantly turned away from each other after a long, suspenseful moment, then picked up their controllers once more and pretended that nothing had happened.

“S-so… If you’re still Carrie, I guess I’ll go with Natalie, then.” Jessie said, selecting her character and pressing the Start button on her controller to ready-up.

“Yeah, right.” Jesibelle said and did the same, barely able to hide that she was little more than a horny mess of lusty desire. “The big-bottomed powerhouse, a perfect match-up! Our battle shall be legendary!”

When the two started their match and began swearing at each other again, Jessica rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. Again, she wasn’t frustrated, she was unable to feel a sense of that on any level, after all. It was simply because she couldn’t understand what was happening exactly.

Instead of quietly watching them play and waiting patiently for the inevitable, Jessica instead decided to use Master PC to do some investigating in the meantime.

Looking through the Command Center’s history of manually typed-out entries, several things became readily apparent.

Firstly, Jessica realized that her unnaturally long and flexuous tongue wasn’t something that she’d been born with. Apparently Mistress Jessie had taken the liberty to alter that sometime before Jessica had eaten her delicious pussy, but the newly acquired knowledge didn’t phase her in the slightest. Part of her did want to ask the girls to stick out their tongues just to see if they were able to do the same out of curiosity, being that Jessica couldn’t imagine that they weren’t able to use them in the same way that she could. However, with a few simple clicks through their profiles’ physical stats in Master PC’s system, she quickly found that it was the truth.

Secondly, Jessica now understood why Jesibelle hadn’t specifically taken the lead in initiating a more intimate form of competition to decide which of them would solely be called ‘Mistress’ right off the bat. Even though her libido levels were through the roof, her submissive nature was still just as prominent and influential to the situation as Jessie’s was. When she was brought into this mirror-universe by a command put into Master PC, Jessie had stated that she would be “assertive” rather than purely dominant.

Still, that bit of off-wording shouldn’t prevent her from jumping Jessie and having a field day with exploring their new figures…

Maybe Master PC’s strange magic could be of more direct assistance.

[Jessica understands why her Mistresses have not had sex yet.]

After Jessica hit the Enter key, she blinked a few times as a single sentence of information entered her thoughts, and the gothic clone face-palmed at the realization.

None of them had ever had sex with another woman before, and didn’t exactly know how to properly get things started. Being that Jessica was practically a living doll who’s sole directives were to make sure her Mistresses were happy and healthy, and do what they told her to do, it would be easy for either of them to give a few light orders and have themselves serviced by their long-tongued servant. Dealing with another type of person, one who felt just as awkward as she did about initiating the situation despite their readiness to fuck and lack of clothing, was a completely different scenario to their indecisive overthinking minds.

It didn’t matter how horny they became, as long as there was an overbearing sense of uncertainty in their actions, not much would really happen. In other words, Jessica would have to wait until they were drunk enough to loosen up for anything to happen. Either that, or she could take matters into her own hands and kick things off for them. After all, Jessica had nothing but good intentions for them, and as long as their mental and physical well-being were taken into careful consideration, what would be the harm in pleasing them by speeding up the process a bit?

Jessica was currently the one with the laptop in her possession, and nothing in her mental reprogramming had stated that she couldn’t make decisions for herself, she suddenly realized, finally.

”Knock out!” Came the announcer’s voice from the television.

“Awe!” Jesibelle said, then crossed her arms against her bulging tits and made a pouting face after letting her controller drop into her lap. “No fair!”

“Fuck you.” Jessie chuckled, her voice low and serious, all while grinning like a bitch. “You did it first, and now we’re tied in wins.”

“Yeah, I know.” Blondie sighed. “We’ve gotta’ make this last game fair though, or I’m leaving it at a draw.”

Jessie’s eyes went wide at that remark. “That’s not-! … You can’t-! … That was-!”

“-what you were going to do, if the shoe was on the other foot.” Jesibelle smiled, leaning towards Jessie’s direction slightly as she returned that bitchy grin she was being given. “Don’t forget, we get the same ideas, dummy.” She giggled. “Which one of us was supposed to be the bimbo, again?”

“Shut up... Jessica.” Jessie growled, not breaking eye contact with her confident, blonde counterpart. “Use the thing to make us both amazing at this.”

“And use it to make sure that whoever loses, has to do whatever the other one says, no matter what.” Jesibelle said, her gaze just as intense as Jessie’s own.

“I-...” Jessie began, but ultimately figured that wasn’t the worst of ways to finally decide on a winner. “What she said.”