A normal Saturday evening

Kyle had returned home that afternoon in an improved mood, he wasn’t going to let himself be beaten by Thomas’ changes and he wasn’t going to let Thomas mess up the world. Kyle knew he’d fixed things, at least a little; women needed to be milked again and Cindy had proved in the most delicious possibly way for him that she could get pleasure from her mouth again. It wasn’t perfect, he’d not been able to get them their orgasms in their mouths back, but it was a step in the right direction.

Plus, he’d gotten laid, which after listening to Thomas getting laid so much, and after he’d stopped him sleeping with Caroline too, had been a very welcome relief. Plus, Kyle thought to himself with growing security, Thomas never went to the store, so that would keep Cindy away from him. Thomas had fucked up his chances with Caroline, but if he hadn’t he probably wouldn’t have ended up meeting Cindy, so there was a silver lining he supposed.

Kyle decided to be the bigger man, and cooked a meal for the rest of his housemates. He’d gotten home expecting not to run into anyone, but instead was stunned to walk into the living room and see Pamela, completely naked and balanced on one leg the other she was holding up by the side of her head, toes pointed to the ceiling, pussy lips parted by the extremeness of the stretch.

“Are you alright?” Kyle had asked, making Pamela scream and drop to the floor in a heap.

“Kyle!” She yelled, “Don’t creep up on me like that!”

He carried the groceries past her into the kitchen and looked at her with a confused glance, “Sorry, I just got back… what on earth were you doing?”

Pamela blushed, she couldn’t tell him she was just experimenting with her new found flexibility, as far as Kyle knew she’d always been like this. The girl had spent the whole day jittery and worried, not sure if she’d done the right thing. When she looked in the mirror she saw the gorgeous 21 year old version of herself she’d turned herself into… breasts perky, pussy, ass, tits, legs… all perfect… so why did she kind of miss parts of her old self?

“Uh… yoga…” Pamela lied, standing up off the floor and going over to her laptop to close the lid before Kyle noticed the Wikipedia page on women’s anatomy that she’d been reading.

“You’re not fucking Thomas?” Kyle asked, making Pamela wince, she knew Kyle saw nothing wrong with the question; it was her fault he was being so blunt, and she knew she couldn’t not answer him.

“No, um, he wanted to be alone for some reason” She said with a shrug.

Unknown to Pamela, Thomas was in his room, watching the camera feed from Bianca’s room. He’d never seen anything like it, the girl was wild, one minute she’d be fingering herself, then crying, then studying, she kept moving around and didn’t seem to be able to get comfortable… it was incredible.

“You want to help me cook dinner?” Kyle ventured hopeful that they could have a night of relative normality for once.

Pamela smiled, she wanted normality too, and there were no mirrors in the kitchen to freak her out too much. “I’ll go and put some panties on”

“You don’t have to” Kyle offered, and Pamela could tell he genuinely meant it for her comfort.

“Alright” she smiled, “I do prefer to be naked”. She padded into the kitchen on bare feet, naked body glistening, and her breasts perky and yet bouncing firmly with every step. Kyle watched her surreptitiously as the pair got into the swing of cooking; both grateful that things, right now and here, seemed normal. Him dressed, her naked, chatting and cooking together just like they used to before they’d ever found the World Processor. Kyle smiled in pride when the recipe called for milk and Pamela had, without thought or protest, stepped up and squeezed her tits into the bowl.

Pamela had managed to convince Thomas to come down and eat with them, but Bianca had stayed in her room, insisting she wasn’t feeling well.

To Pamela’s surprise, both Thomas and Kyle avoided the entire issue of their conversation the night before or even their arguments or disagreements of the last few days, each for their own reasons.

Thomas felt he had the upper hand; he’d limited Kyle’s ability to do anything to him and was sitting on the smug satisfaction that not only was Pamela sitting between them and eating naked because of him, but that Bianca was upstairs going out of her mind probably because of thoughts about his cock.

Kyle, conversely, thought he’d scored some victories of his own, and that had brought back some of his self-confidence. In just the last 24 hours he’d managed to fix Bianca’s milking situation, undone one of Thomas’ changes by giving women their oral pleasure back and he’d gotten to fuck the hot girl from the grocery store.

The three chatted, made small talk about work and Pamela’s classes, even sitting down to watch a film that was dramatically different to how Pamela remembered it. Seeing every woman in the movie looking so young and fit had been jarring and though she’d wanted to stop watching and leave, she felt a duty to stay and play the third wheel; she worried if she left Kyle and Thomas alone they’d fight again, and right now she was enjoying the moment of relative peace.