gaming?

I really wasn't expecting much else to happen today at this point. I was about ready to just go back to my usual routine. I tried and there was... some semblance of progress, so why not take a break? There was the thought that being done trying by noon, even if I did wake up before eleven for once, wasn't real progress, but I still had my step-mom and step-sis over. The thought of eventually doing more with them was a constant thought in the back of my mind.

Veronica was actually in my lap, completely naked, and absolutely unbothered by my hand on her tight and toned waist. Clearly she wasn't all plastic, there was clear signs of hard work.

Cassandra meanwhile was still bowing in the next room, occasionally let out a loud, annoyed squawk to remind me she was still there. For the first twenty minutes or so I assumed she was just trying to be annoying, but eventually it struck me that she was probably getting uncomfortable. I did feel a twinge of guilt, but with her hot mom in my lap, and showing her the ropes of Valheim I kept putting off giving her a break.

To be frank though, Veronica wasn't a gamer. Sometimes you really could judge a book by it's cover I guess. It really should've been expected, even though she followed my commands without complaint, it was clear the mere concept of video games was so foreign to her it was like trying to teach a monkey math. That was until I introduced her to the base building part. Suddenly holding down shift to while also pressing forward at the same time wasn't so hard. She took to redesigning one of my hideouts pretty quickly and seemed to forget the rest of the game existed. She wanted to completely strip down my hard work to make my virtual home her own. I quickly had to lay down the law and decide to make her a new sandbox world to play around with instead. To be frank it wasn't a fun watch, but having her in my lap, and occasionally bouncing excitedly to make sure I'd praise her on her interior design helped keep my attention. I honestly didn't have much, if any design-centric games, but I was starting to wonder. Maybe I could find something with a robust character creator too? I was starting to stereotype her at this point but so far that didn't seem all that wrong.

It was certainly not my plan for the day, but being able to finally connect with someone in my family, even through mind control was, nice, in a sad and pathetic way. Treating people like toys was definitely starting to feel better, a part of me was actually feeling worse about the idea of using women for sex. Go figure forming an actual connection with a woman in my life that should've been important would get me respecting women more... one step forward and another back maybe?

Maybe having her naked and in my lap counted as two steps forward....

I'd honestly lost track of time, just enjoying groping my step-mother and feeling mildly conflicted about it before there was another knock on the door to pull me away from my computer.

Part of me wanted to ignore it, even when the second series of knocks came only a couple seconds later. I wasn't really used to being this popular... honestly the only reason people knocked anymore seemed to be women I quite literally ordered to come over.

That thought didn't even last long enough for me to fully get out of my chair and give Veronica the seat though. What were the chance of yet another woman showing up again? I hadn't even scheduled anything, had I?

I felt my pockets for my phone to check the time, but it wasn't there, I must've left it in another room. A quick glance out the window revealed it was far to early to be Emily though.

With a laugh at my own wishful thinking I head for the door. Walking past Cassandra, still head to the floor, and ignoring her now rapid growling and barking like a dog freaking out over someone at the door. I should probably take care of that before I forgot... but another hurried series of knocks on the door was what took precedent.

"A knew you were home! Would it have killed you to pull out for a second?" Zoe, my friend, wearing nothing but her thick square-rimmed glasses, her arm crossed over her lightly tanned, caramel colored chest, and her other hand cupped over her mound, not a waist band or a peak of fabric in sight, right in my apartments hallway.

"Zoe...?" My jaw dropped and I dimly gasped. The sight was... vaguely decipherable given my new reality, but I still wasn't even close to prepared for it.

Seemingly reading my mind, or more likely reading my drooling, slack-jawed face, Zoe gestured vaguely with her chin to the pile of clothes by my door – her hands otherwise occupied – now with a new set beside them in a neat row, bra's all resting on top like some sort of art display, 'the forms of women' or something.

"I kinda just made an assumption that this is what you'd want from me next." She gave a weak shrug. "As soon as I went on lunch i saw a missed call from you, but you weren't answering. And considering our last visit I kinda assumed you needed me for... something. Although if I knew you'd leave me waiting so long I wouldn't have made so many assumptions...." She muttered in frustration, her cheeks pink.

"I... yeah, you kinda read me like a book...." Minus the wanting her to strip in the hallway part, not that I was complaining, or that I would've refused if she had asked like Cassandra did... okay, read me like a picture book.

"You're not that complicated Oliver." Zoe gave a good natured chuckle and shook her head.

I chuckled back awkwardly, still entirely lost thanks to this new development, but eventually Zoe's smile faded to a bemused expression and she cocked an eyebrow,

"So can I get out of the hallway? Please?"

"Oh! Right! Sorry about that." I immediately stepped aside to allow her entry.

Zoe let out a sigh and rolled her eyes at that,

"Again? My fault for expecting different I guess...."

"Huh?"

"I'm a toy, waiting for my owner dude. Like, yeah, I'd be mortified if someone saw me, but I'm a toy waiting for my owner, yet you're acting like you did something wrong. It's like saying you're sorry after I tell you I got fired or something. It makes you sound super suspicious."

When a normal person was confused they asked clarifying questions, but learning to let some shit like this slide was gonna be part of 'getting used to things,' so I simply unknit my brow and shrugged,

"**** of habit."

"You really should work on that."

"Hey! That's what I was trying to do but you just had to be working."

Zoe just snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms falling away from her chest and crotch as I shut the door behind her, everything about her relaxing as soon as she was safe and naked in owners home.

"So is that what she's for then?" Zoe pointed towards Cassandra's prostrated form, "Since you couldn't get a hold of me?"

"Oh, right. Cassandra, you can move again...." I was about to say she could speak too, since I now had a guest, but that... didn't go so well not that long ago, so I decided to hold off on that.

Still, Cassandra let out a long, loud, groan, a mix of annoyance and relief as she threw herself onto her back and started rubbing her now bright red knees. the impression of them now dug into her ribs, a pink spot on her forehead to match where she'd been pressing it to the floor for so long.

"I don't think you've ever actually met her, have you? My step-sister."

"Mmmm, Cassandra... We might've met in passing once or twice? Not enough for me to recognize her by her butt though." Zoe chuckled.

She wasn't one to make dirty jokes around a stranger, hell it was hard to get her to make one with me, but apparently with a sister-toy it must not have counted.

"Guess there really wasn't a rush for me to come over then huh?"

"I don't know. I still feel kinda... weird about everything... I don't think anything but more practice is gonna help though."

"I~ see~" Zoe drew out her words with a knowing nod, "You just don't want to pass up a chance to hit me, aren't you?"

She was so quick to accept that it still felt like an inappropriate and out of character joke,

"Why can't it be both?" I awkwardly laughed.

Zoe just smiled and nodded politely, not amused but at least she wasn't judging me.

"So what did you want me to do?"

"That... is a good question...." This was hardly a steamy, heated moment where one thing lead to another, it was more like ordering off a menu, I could've asked for anything right now and having it sprung on me out of the blue, I was paralyzed by choice.

"Well, there's no rush I guess. I got sent home from work early so I don't have anywhere else to be. Not that, that should matter, but well...." Zoe walked past me and flopped down on my sofa before shooting me a withering stare before rolling her eyes with a wry smile.

"Wait, what?"

"You know what–"

"Not that! The sent home from work part."

Zoe shrugged as she reached for a T.V remote,

"It's whatever I guess. My boss caught me trying to call you a couple times during my break and completely overreacted."

"Huh? You've gotta explain more than that!"

Zoe sighed and shook her head,

"I don't know what else to say, that's all that happened. She asked if something was wrong, I said no, it was just you. She started getting the wrong idea when I told her you were a friend, started teasing me about cheating, so I shut that down fast and told her you were my owner. Some of my co-workers overheard that though – other women – and they started grilling me about what you could've possibly wanted. And I said so far it was either fucking or venting... I... might have mentioned our last meet up was kinda heavy, but I tried to avoid any details, " Zoe hurriedly assured me, "Since I avoided being specific though they got it in their heads that I was meant to be on call for you and I absolutely needed to find out what was up. So my boss told me to try and find you and she'd clock me out for the day."

"Oh, that kinda sucks, huh?"

Zoe cocked an eyebrow at me before shrugging,

"Less work, less money, but also less work so I guess it evens out."

By now I really should've been getting used to the fact she didn't even seem to think about the part where it was completely my fault, that she lost out on half a days pay just because I wanted to fuck her... but I still couldn't help but be excited by it. It was wrong, it was toeing the line of one of my rules, 'no career derailment,' but it wasn't my fault, not directly anyways, so... it shouldn't have counted right? I could feel myself climbing onto a slippery slope already, but as more and more blood started to rush away from my brain it didn't feel all that serious. Just this once, it was an accident....

"You should text me your schedule so I can be a little more mindful in the future...."

"I mean, I guess. This is kinda related to one of your rules, isn't it?"

"You helped me write them, yeah." It was my turn to act like she was the crazy one for forgetting something so obvious.

"You really expect me to care how you decide to play with your toys?" Zoe waved her hand dismissively, "I mean, I'm not trying to be rude, it's just... not really any of my business whether you stick to them or not. I figured you just needed to do a mindfulness exercise 'cause you were having an anxiety attack. I genuinely didn't even know if you were that serious about them or not. I guess I didn't really think that much about them to be fair though."

I frowned at that. The anxiety building once more. The idea of becoming a supervillain flashing back in my mind. It wasn't just uncertainty though, I felt... off. It was like there was a new voice in my mind, trying desperately to talk me out of being a decent person. Like my life had hit a crossroads and I made the wrong choice. I felt my conviction cracking already and I didn't like it... but not as much as I felt like I should.

"Should I remember them?"

"Remember what?" I shook my head trying my best to clear my racing thoughts,

"Who's forgetting your rules now?" Zoe snorted.

"I...." I bit my lip, the answer should've been simpler than this, but that new voice in my head wasn't making it easy, "If I need a sponsor I'll definitely give you another call...." That was practically a no but it seemed to be the best I could muster.

I truly didn't want to be evil, but what if the best I could manage were weak willed compromises like that one?

It felt like I'd had a real and important character defining moment and I was just about to throw it all away like it hadn't even happened. I felt dirty. Wrong. Before I sunk too deep into that spiral I remembered Emily telling me 'I get to decide what being a good owner is.' Maybe... maybe a middle ground didn't have to be the same thing as being a monster... maybe this was just another important decision I needed to make....

"Dude, hey!" Zoe's fingers snapped in front of my face a few times and she looked at me with a disapproving glare, "You getting lost in your own head again?"

"A little bit, yeah."

"I'm not gonna pretend to act like I understand what the hell is going through your mind, even before you started owning half the world, but I guess I'll have to remind you until it sticks or you make me stop, you're really overthinking this."

Yeah, because I was the only person still able to think about it at all. It was like I was the only sober person left on the planet and it was up to me to be the designated woman handler now.

"Women are objects first and foremost, your objects, and people second, so I genuinely can't understand why you still feel like you need to treat us as people first. Everybody else already understands this so the only person you think you're hurting is yourself."

My eyes went wide and my pants tight as I just stared at her. She'd implied as much multiple times, but she hadn't been quite so direct.

"Right, you've said, if I wanted you to run into traffic or whatever you wouldn't think twice."

"Finally! Yes!" Zoe beamed a satisfied smirk.

"But, what if--"

"Ugggggghhhhh!"

"--I gave you a million dollars?"

"Yeah, sure. Where are you gonna get than kind of money."

"I don't know... Katherine Winters? It doesn't matter, that's not the point!"

Zoe's eyebrows shot up and she sat up straighter causing her chest to bounce enticing,

"That's right! If you own women it makes sense you own everything they own!"

"Just answer the question!"

"If you're offering yes please!" Zoe smirked practically beaming.

"That's not exactly... y'know what? Close enough. So you're saying you'd at worst be annoyed if I asked you to do something harmful but you'd be excited if I did something good for you?"

"Uh, yeah? When I'm not being your plaything I could have a lot of fun on my own with a million dollars, are you kidding?"

"So good things are still good and bad things are just... shit happens?"

"I feel like if I say it's more nuanced than that we're going to be repeating this same conversation forever, so pretty much."

She was right, like usual. But this was another massive step towards the gray side. Just like with Veronica, it was like there was this safety net in place where no matter how badly I fucked up it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but when I did good it was still appreciated.

It really felt like my life path was irreparably shot off of course now.

"So... are you going to fuck me, or did you just want to shoot the shit today? I'm no complaining either way, just wanna know the plan is all."

I let out I sigh... I could always go back at any time... as unlikely as that was, it was enough of an excuse to put the worry aside and focus on a much more important issue,

"Fuck it. It's hard to argue with you when your tits are out like that." I immediately dropped my pants and threw off my shirt, "Veronica! Cassandra, get over here!"

"And when I make such good points too?" Zoe shot me a mock-annoyed glance before dropping her eyes towards my cock.

"Sure sure...." I waved dismissively, my cock already hard, and quickly reaching maximum hardness as my focus shifted to just how I could toy with my friend, instead of whether or not I should.

At my command Cassandra quickly stomped over, quite literally, without any other way to express her annoyance she was making it pretty clear her personality wasn't exactly any different, even if obedience was second nature now.

Veronica wasn't very far behind, tentatively peaking out from my bedroom, her arm over her chest, before she made eye contact with Zoe and visibly relaxed.

"Oh, hello." Zoe waved now suddenly more interested in the new woman than my cock, "I don't think we've ever met before?"

"Mmmmm... can't say I recall." Veronica took a moment to think before flatly shrugging, and joining the three of us by the couch, her arms now by her sides.

"Zoe."

"Veronica."

They nodded to each other politely and shook hands

"Oooh! You're Oliver's mom, right?"

"Still just, 'Step', actually." Veronica muttered, sounding a little annoyed now.

"Oh right right, my bad." Veronica quickly apologized.

"All three of you, stand in a row," I pointed to the floor in front of me, "And cross your arms behind your backs, push your chests out."

"So I guess you've got a taste for oyakodon, huh?" Zoe smirked knowingly at me.

"What's that?" Veronica was completely lost however.

"Oh... um... it's a Japanese dish, with chicken and egg, it means parent and child, and since you're both, um," Zoe started to flounder once she had to explain the joke, and it sunk in just how wild a thing that was to say around someone other than me.

"It's also a hentai tag. Porn basically." I quickly added predicting her confusion like some clairvoyant from the future, "It's always mother and daughter stuff though." Though my eyes were still glued to their chest now all jutting out.

Veronica and Zoe were frankly shockingly close in size. It was clear Veronica was larger just at a glance, but for being natural, and being half-a-head shorter, it was a sight to see. Cassandra meanwhile, despite being about the same height as Zoe was by and far the smallest of the bunch.

"O-oh.... I see... so is that something Oliver has been making you read since he became your owner?" Veronica coughed nervously her cheeks going flush.

Zoe looked like a deer in the headlights at that, and while I was tempted to just enjoy letting her squirm, the moment she shot me a pleading look, for just a flicker, I couldn't resist,

"Yeah, I to give her homework. I've wanted to use her for so long it'd take forever telling her everything I'd like to do to her so this was definitely faster."

Zoe kept standing her her chest pushed out by now refused to look anyone in the eye, instead glancing towards her feet. That is until I reached out to cup her breast, Veronica's in the other. I gave them both a squeeze, comparing the different between real and fake, but also, getting Zoe's attention by cupping her breast far more gently and weighing it in my hand lightly. Once I got her eye I shot her my own look, trying to let her know she owed me one. Given that she immediately rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance I figured she understood.

"So ahem, I guess you're Japanese then?" Veronica if possible seemed even more embarrassed than Zoe and quickly tried to change the topic.

"Oh, n-no!" Zoe coughed, glancing nodding in my direction as she was now fully committed to throwing me under the bus, "My last names Kim, Korean. Before you ask though, because almost everyone does, both my parents were born here."

I gave both of them another jiggle before only glancing in Cassandra's direction, mostly as an afterthought because I already had an idea in mind. I couldn't help but note to my pleasure she just scowled deeper and growled at that as a fun bonus however.

"Okay, You both have great tits, but I think Zoe has my favourite."

"Oh...?" Veronica seemed slightly offended at that but she quickly wiped the look from her face.

"Hooray?" Zoe blinked at me before looking down at her chest and back.

Cassandra scoffed and huffed.

"Zoe, sit down and spread your legs. Veronica, Cassandra, I want you to suck on one of her tits each."

Like I was directing a play, every girl fell in line seamlessly without question despite the debasedness of it all. Neither Veronica nor Cassandra even really knew Zoe, but neither hesitated to flick their hair out of their face or kneel on the cushions beside her and start going to town on her.

Zoe let out a soft grunt, flinching slight however, her arms raised as if in surrender for a moment before she tentatively lowered them to rest on either girls head,

"Uhf... never had both sucked on before... feels kind of like livestock or something." She scoffed with a smile on her face. A far cry from her usual opposition to female objectification.

My cock throbbed at that.

Placing a hand on the backrest, on either side of her head I leaned over her, the two blonde heads bobbing ever so slightly under her chin, their soft slurping only barely audible at this range. Her face was so close I could feel her breath on my face. It wasn't filled with love or adoration, hell not even affection, not more than the baseline friend amount, but here I was about to fuck her, finally, after so many years and....

Looking down I realized I couldn't see a thing past my families heads, and lining up blind very quickly becoming clear wasn't happening,

"Cassandra, Veronica, little help getting me in? Don't stop sucking on Zoe's tits though."

There was an annoyed grunt and an affirmative moan from each of them respectively. Soon after there was a pair of hands both fumbling for my cock before one rough grip revealed Cassandra to be the unlucky winner.

"Eep!" Zoe suddenly squeaked, before I'd even slipped inside. Noticing my look however she quickly gasped, "Your mom–"

"Step."

She gave a withering sigh, "–step-mom just spread my pussy. She caught me off guard is all. It's a little overstimulating being mobbed by–"

I shut her up with a kiss, slipping my tongue in her mouth as I leaned in, letting mother and daughter help clumsily guide me in. The kiss wasn't anything like I imagined – namely romantic, where she gave herself to me and confessed her undying love. In some ways this was better though. The taste of office coffee still lingering in her mouth, as she'd just stopped in on her lunch break, leaving work just to drain my balls. Hearing her talk about being fondled so openly was just the icing on the cake.

As soon as I slipped in Zoe's breath caught, her mouth going still for a moment before she resumed lazily kissing me back, exhaling slowly through her nose all the while. It was a reaction more akin to bracing for a needle than giving over her body to one of her friends.

I'm only a little ashamed to admit I wasn't going to last much longer in this situation, with two girls nursing on her and my best friend just casually letting me plow her pussy, I broke the kiss and put the rest of my focus on fucking her as hard and fast as I could,

"You have no fucking clue how long I've wanted this." I growled.

"Oliver, really? You haven't exactly been subtle." Her tone was as light and casual as ever, maybe just a hair breathless from our kiss, but even with our mixed spit on her chin she joked like we were just hanging out

"And with you offering yourself all the time – fuck!" I started unloading directly into pussy, my knuckles going white around the backrest as I slammed myself into her, pinning both step-mom and step-sis to her chest, earning a cacophony of annoyed sounds from all of them, but I didn't care.

It wasn't until I finally finished cumming and slowly withdrew, letting a glob of my cum dump out of her that I even started thinking again,

"I... should've probably gone out to buy some condoms before this...." I caught myself before making it a question at least....

"I hab 'um in 'y 'urse." Veronica mumbled, still sucking on one of Zoe's tits.

"Little late... my fault though."

"Well at least we're on the same page there." Zoe sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

I just stared at her, this was the first time she disapproved of anything I've done even slightly.

She began fingering some more of my cum out of herself to the growing puddle on my recently cleaned floor before she eventually looked up to see my staring,

"What?"

I just waited for her to read my mind like she usually did, or, face I guess....

"Did you want me to clean you up or something? I can't really do much if you don't get them off me... or come over here yourself."

I guess she couldn't always be on the ball.

"You're upset about me cumming inside you?"

"No dude, I don't care about anything you do to me. Again. I just don't think me and Marcus need a kid right now. I'm still looking for a promotion at work and... well none of that's really important."

"So breeding, good, pregnancy bad?"

"More like breeding is whatever, pregnancy is bad."

There was... yet more to unpack there, but god I was getting tired. It was still technically just noon but my brain was through the ringer. Trying to do right was so much harder than just being a selfish, self gratifying dick.

"Are you... fertile?" I rubbed my neck, trying to think of anything else for awhile and shift my mind back to the present.

"How old do you think I am!" Zoe barked, genuine, albeit mostly playful anger on her face, "Do you mean am I ovulating?"

"Right that."

"pfff... I dunno'. Probably not, but I guess we'll find out?" She was treating her possible impregnation like it was the weather forecast for the next day.

I felt like I should've been more worried than I was but, either I made progress today with accepting things as they are, or I'd found post-nut zen somehow.

"Right, you two can stop now, I'm done... for now." Noticing Veronica and Cassandra were still nursing on my friend I decided to cut them a break.

As soon as they pulled back I could see Zoe's tits were slick and pink, and her nipples were rock hard.

"Cassandra you can speak too." I really must've been zen since it didn't even sound like a terrible idea anymore.

"Finally..." Cassandra muttered, but her voice was low and reserved as if she'd actually learned there were consequences for her actions for once.

I wasn't gonna hold my breath that would last more than an hour though.

"So... now what?" Zoe asked, absentmindedly reaching for her nipples before recoiling at the saliva on them and thinking better, "I don't have work anymore and Marcus should still be at his too...."

"Yeah... you can stay here for the rest of your work day. Actually that's an order."

"Aye ye, boss." Zoe gave a half hearted salute, her legs still spread and some of my cum still sticking to her lips.

After a moments thought I decided to add,

"You should also schedule more time over at my place from now on... in case I want to fuck you again."

"So 'if', and not, 'when?'" Zoe put on a show of looking hurt, but it was obvious she didn't care either way.

"Seems weird to own a few billion women and not having even a few in my apartment."

"Some new decor to show off your new collection... makes sense." Zoe bounced her head from side to side, not quite nodding, not quite shaking her head, like everything else she didn't have much of an opinion either way it seemed, "Is that 'leaving our clothes by the door' thing gonna be a new house rule or something though?"

"Oh absolutely." I'd completely forgotten, but a standing order that I didn't have to overthink about once my brain caught up to my post-nut haze sounded like the perfect way to acclimate to my position, "Should probably put up a sign for any new women stopping by though...."

I was speaking mostly to myself but Zoe offhandedly muttered,

"I could print something off at work I guess, and maybe I could laminate if at the print shop down the street, shouldn't be more than a a few bucks for a tiny door sign like that...."

"That'll be perfect." I grinned, "Bring it over next time you stop by to, 'decorate the place.'"

Zoe flashed me a thumbs up.

"...And Cassandra, clean up this mess I made."

"Auuuuuuugh, fine...."