Breakfast, for starters

Thankfully the killer migraine had passed by the time Mina woke up, and when she staggered out of her bedroom Abby had already returned from her morning jog. She had cleaned off the copper bodypaint, though her hair remained silver for the moment. She was halfway through a stack of french toast when Mina entered the tiny dining room.

"Hey Mina, do you remember seeing me go to bed last night?" she asked. "I woke up in my cosplay still and I can't figure out when I fell asleep or why I-" she cut herself off, a blush creeping up her cheeks, though it was easy for Mina to guess the next part of the sentence: "why I reeked of sex when I woke up." She just shrugged in response. "Guess you just had a long day yesterday," she offered as she grabbed a box of cereal. Abby didn't look convinced but clearly didn't want to bring up her nighttime fantasies about being a sexbot. "Yeah... um, probably. You going into work today?"

Mina shrugged again. "The store will be fine for one more day. I just want some time to relax and get back into the swing of things." Her store, Gothic Glitz, specialized in her brand of 'pastel goth' fashion and accessories, and she did decently well for herself with the nearby college bringing fresh customers each semester (as well as the teenagers just looking to freak out their parents). She enjoyed her work and the benefits of being her own boss, though focusing on such a niche field meant she wasn't exactly swimming in money. Although her new powers could certainly help with that...

"I'm off streaming today too. Stupid site maintenance," Abby grumbled. "Figured I'd at least take the time to practice in that new MOBA that launched last week. Game looks like shit but viewers are suckers for new title hype. And there's this hot ninja assassin chick I might be able to cosplay. Gotta get my money's worth before the trend dies off."

Mina was only half listening as Abby prattled off about game imbalance and viewer numbers. She wasn't averse to gaming herself, but preferred a much more casual style than her roommate. While Abby was completely tone deaf when it came to relationships, when she got started talking about the streaming scene she could go on for hours. It was nice to see her passionate about something, but trying to follow along was like trying to interpret a foreign language.

So instead of paying attention, Mina was just imagining Abigail reaching down and peeling off her sweat soaked t-shirt, leaning forward so her tits lay on her plate, maybe pouring a little syrup on them while beckoning Mina to come in for a taste...

"What the hell!?" Abby's sudden shriek of surprise broke her out of her reverie. Her mouth went dry as she realized Abby's shirt was already up over her head, the taller girl looking panicked as her hands moved of their own accord. "Uh, Mina!? I-I can't stop! I'm not doing this! Help me!"

Belatedly, Mina felt the thrum of the threads connecting her and Abby. She had never severed the connection like she did with the nurse in the hospital, only used the trigger to stop her from thinking she was a dominatrix. She must've been unconsciously controlling her roommate's body again, though since the bond holding them together had existed for so much longer, it was much easier than it had been the day before.

"Uhhhh," Mina's brain short circuited as Abigail's breasts spilled out onto her plate, both of their faces burning red as Abby delicately poured syrup across her bare skin. There was nothing she wanted more than to dive right in and lick up every last sugary droplet, and it took a titanic effort to tear her thoughts away from that idea. So instead, she clapped her hands together, and Abby dropped into a deep trance.