She's seen what silver can do. Now she's curious about gold.

“C-Could I watch you spend some gold too?” Yumi asked, shifting a little. She was smiling, but it was thoroughly abashed. One day he would get his oldest friend to realize she didn’t need to be so self-conscious around him. But he hadn’t managed that in the last fourteen years and it didn’t seem to be happening tonight.

“I don’t see why not,” Mason said, navigating to his own menu in Luxuria. “Any requests?”

“What!? No, no, no, no, no, no,” She said, backing away from him and waving her hands like windshield wipers in a hurricane. “Y-You’re being really nice, and I appreciate that. But your g-gold should definitely be yours to spend. However you want, Mason. Please don’t worry about me.”

“I appreciate that Yumi,” He said, holding one of her hands and favoring her with an amused smile. “But I’m going to worry about you and any other girlfriends I end up with.”

That was apparently not the answer his petite lover wanted. She pulled away from his hand with a huff and crossed her arms over her chest, making her multiple jackets bunch up in odd places. Yumi glared up at him with a thin frown and scrunched-up eyebrows.

“What?” Mason asked in a shaky voice. He swallowed dryly and felt his muscles tighten. The last time she looked at him like this was back in third grade when he accidentally got her favorite stuffed animal, a pegasus named Ms. Feathers, stuck on top of the fridge. The resulting adventure ended with three stitches on his knee and several tearful apologies from Yumi. He hoped this would end better.

“You’re supposed to enjoy this too,” Yumi said in a low voice. Well as low as her trebly voice got.

“I’m dating my two best friends and might end up in a relationship with my favorite teacher. Trust me, I’m enjoying this,” Mason said. It was a weak joke and an even weaker smile. And Yumi was unmoved. Literally, she just kept staring at him. The only movement was her eyes narrowing behind her glasses.

“I’m being serious. Please don’t worry about us so much that you forget to take care of yourself too,” Yumi said emphatically. Her anger seemed to crack, her eyebrows curling and frown slackening. Mason sighed and gave a defeated smile.

“You’re too good to be true. You know that, right?” He said with earnest affection. That made the petite girl blush and squirm.

“F-Flattery won’t get you out of this,” Yumi said, trying to keep her wavering voice tough.

“Okay, okay,” He chuckled. “I’ll spend my gold how I want. Just don’t be mad if I want to spend it smartly.”

“I guess I’d be the same way,” Yumi admitted with a bashful smile. She scooted her way back over to him, putting one trembling hand on his thigh. Her eyes flicked up at him a few times before she spoke again. “S-So what were you thinking of doing?”

Mason frowned down at his phone. 2,434 was a frustrating number. While he mentally scolded himself for thinking like a spoiled brat, it was just a question of math. There was so much he wanted to do, and no matter how he split it up he would end up just short of doing more. It was time to prioritize. He wanted to upgrade You Rapscallion at least one more time. That trait seemed vital to his long-term success and he did have his quasi-date with Ms. Bailey tomorrow. Well, technically today. But at the same time, it already seemed to be working well enough at the moment, and upgrading it would use over half his gold. And he still needed to even out his balls, and to put it bluntly, he would probably need to upgrade Cream Factories more than once given how crazy huge his dick got. Then, as he swapped back and forth between his menus, it hit him. He had a cheaper trait that could give a similar effect.

As Yumi watched, oddly enraptured, as Mason spent his first batch of 750 gold.

Look Who's A Looker: Rank 2! Your targets will now find you more attractive. Your actual appearance won't change, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right? Rank 2 Bonus: Now your targets will find you even sexier! And other women will get the Rank 1 boost. Hope you're ready for some feminine attention!

“Whoa,” Yumi said as she read. Mason had to agree. That was a powerful upgrade, one that could backfire easily. Though his girlfriend apparently didn’t see it exactly that way. “That’ll b-be really helpful.”

“You think so?” He asked.

“W-Well, I just m-mean that if y-you fill-up y-your t-targets, it’ll help you g-get other w-women’s attention t-too,” Yumi stuttered out quickly. Her round cheeks grew redder and redder with each word. Mason was tempted to remind her that he had twenty-five spaces available for targets, and at the moment he only had twelve registered. Even if some of them were women he wasn’t interested in pursuing he would still have the opportunity to register more than enough women. But instead, he settled for a little teasing.

“Well I guess I should check if it worked,” Mason asked cheekily, standing up and giving her a little twirl. Granted it wasn’t a smooth one, but he wasn’t trying to show off his fancy footwork. “Do I look any better?”

“I always thought you were really sexy,” Yumi said absentmindedly as she watched him. But almost immediately her brain figured out that her mouth had just said that out loud. Her cherubic face turned the approximate shade of a boiled lobster as she flinched and grimaced. She dropped her gaze and turned her head letting her long hair fall between them again. “I’m so s-sorry! It j-just slipped out, and-“

“It’s alright, I think you’re really sexy too.” Mason tried to give her a reassuring smile. But he doubted she saw. Her arms flew up to cover her furiously blushing face as she flopped back onto the bed. All he knew for sure was that Yumi mewled pitifully into her insulated sleeves.

Trying not to audibly laugh lest he make her even more embarrassed, Mason sat back down next to his girlfriend. One of his giant hands patted her lightly on her flat tummy. Well, on the inch-thick layer of fabric covering her flat tummy. He hoped she could feel it.

Either she did or coincidentally moved at that moment. Her arms parted slightly, just enough to let her eyes peek between them. A pair of hazel eyes sparkled up at him.

“You c-can’t just s-say stuff like that!” Despite the indignation in her voice Mason also very clearly heard her smile.

“First off, you said it first,” He helpfully reminded Yumi. “And secondly, I’m definitely going to.”

Yumi sat up quickly. The tiny girl tried to pout, but the corners of her mouth curled up against her wishes. Realizing she couldn’t glare with eyes that were crinkling in delight, she instead hugged his arm tightly. Her black-haired head leaned against him as she looked down at his phone. Mason took that as a sign that it was time to return to his upgrades.

“I’ll need to upgrade the Cream Factories trait. Things are a little… disproportionate right now,” The blond said, feeling his own face turn redder.

“Really? I didn’t even notice,” Yumi said, a little surprised and a little confused. “I read… s-stuff… more than I watch… so…”

“Trust me,” Mason said calmly. He couldn’t see from this angle, but he could guess that Yumi’s confession of her porn preferences had her quite flustered again. So he quickly tapped the trait on his phone. But before he could confirm the upgrade his girlfriend interrupted.

“W-Wait,” Yumi said, looking up at him. At first, her gaze was intense, but it melted into an apologetic grimace quickly. “C-Could I watch it happen?”

Mason was caught off guard by that. But the initial shock faded fast.

“Sure.” He tried to sound casual. It wasn’t really a big deal. Yumi had already seen him naked, and it was only natural that she would be curious about literal, supernatural, reality manipulations. It’s just that Mason was suddenly curious himself. As he thought about it, the giant teen realized he had never seen the physical transformations actually happen. Unlike certain fitness nuts he could mention, Mason tended to not walk around without pants on. And during his breast expansion experiment on Ms. Bailey, she had her back to the class.

For a moment Mason wondered if he should look up tips on how to make undressing sexy. At the moment all he could think to do was stand and drop his pajama pants. Miraculously, his overgrown cock hung limply between his legs. But it did tingle a bit as Yumi stared at it. Her cheeks reddened again but based on the way her slender legs suddenly clamped together it might not have been purely from embarrassment.

It felt nice. Being desired without even having to get hard. But it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. At least until Mason gave her a crooked grin.

“You look a little overheated, Yumi,” He said with exaggerated concern. But then his voice dropped, growing stony. “Take off your jackets.”

Yumi didn’t answer, at least not verbally. The petite girl nodded slightly and swallowed heavily. But despite her nerves, she got to her feet quickly. It wasn’t a quick process. All three of her jackets needed to be unzipped, pulled off, and set aside. But before too long she was down to her t-shirt. It was thin, soft, gray, and far more formfitting than what she normally wore. But what really caught his eye was the way her clearly hard nipples were poking through the fabric.

It was enough to earn a twitch of his cock. Mason could feel his mouth water as admired them, and it wouldn’t be too long before his cock started to harden. He decided it might as well be for a good reason.

“You still look a little warm,” He said coolly. It was vague, but Mason figured it was easier to come off as dominant with fewer words. And the way his little lover shivered made him think he was right.

Unsurprisingly Yumi complied without complaint. But she did surprise him with what she did. The submissive girl kneeled down, pulling apart the laces on her winter boots and yanking them off, followed shortly by her thick socks. Then when she stood back up, she unbuttoned and unzipped her fleecy pants. That was all it took for them to slip off her narrow hips and pool around her ankles. Even though she had come without a bra, Yumi did apparently decide she needed panties. They were yellow with white ruffles along the edges, and a higher cut than the others he had seen on her.

Standing in her shirt and panties Yumi looked at him. Her tiny fists were balled at her side in an attempt to not let them try and cover herelf. But he just stared down at her, brows arched imperiously. Her lips twitched and her head tilted as she tried to puzzle out what he wanted. Yumi was a smart girl though. So with shaking hands, she pulled her shirt up and over her head.

That was all it took for Mason to get fully erect. His absurd cock swelled to its full size, pointing at the short, mostly naked girl like it was telling him what it wanted. Not that he could blame it. Yumi’s petite body still looked amazing. In particular, the sight of her face, neck, and diminutive chest was flushed with desire in the dim half-light.

Mason also decided that was enough for now. They were even now, one piece of clothing each. So he sat back down on the edge of his bed. Then he slowly spread his legs giving her a good view of his soon-to-be enlarged cojones. He suddenly had a new appreciation for how Yumi must have felt spreading her legs. Even though it was just the two of them, it still felt weird baring himself so openly. Especially with a drop of precum dribbling down his shaft.

But all his girlfriend did was kneel on the floor in front of him. Her hazel eyes locked onto his balls as they hung exposed before her. And her hands unconsciously rubbed up and down her slight thighs.

It took a second for Mason to remember why they were like this. But when he did he picked his phone back up and upgraded his trait.

Cream Factories: Rank 2! Your balls will now produce twice as much spunk twice as quickly. They will have to get a little bigger to do this, but I figured you won't mind. Rank 2 Bonus: Now it’s thrice the cum, thrice the fun, at three times the speed. You’ll put Old Faithful to shame at this rate!

The actual effect was odd. Mason had envisioned something along the lines of a pair of balloons inflating. Or maybe reality wobbling like a mirage while the magic happened behind the curtain. But it was a lot simpler than that. One moment his plums were one size. Then in less than a blink of an eye, they were noticeably larger. Weighing down his sack far more than before.

“Wow,” Yumi said with a shudder. His waifish lover leaned forward for a better view. Her ragged breath tickled across his sensitive skin.

“I didn’t know you liked them so much,” He teased even if his own breathing grew a little heavier.

“I don’t,” Yumi said a little breathlessly. Then she looked up at him with wide eyes as she realized what she said. “Wait! N-No! I do like them. They’re weird, b-but in a good way. It’s just more…”

The petite nerd kneeling in front of him took a second to collect her thoughts. But even as she did Yumi carefully examined his shaft and stones. Her small hands teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“The, um, p-power,” She admitted quietly, her voice almost raspy with barely constrained lust. “That you can just tap a button on your phone and change yourself. Or me. Or any woman you know.”

“Like this?” Mason bought another upgrade as he asked that.

Cream Factories: Rank 3! Your balls will now produce twice as much spunk twice as quickly. They will have to get a little bigger to do this, but I figured you won't mind. Rank 2 Bonus: Now it’s thrice the cum, thrice the fun, at three times the speed. You’ll put Old Faithful to shame at this rate! Rank 3 Bonus: Now we’re talking! Quadruple loads that replenish four times as fast. You’re well on your way to being a one-man bukkake party!

It wasn’t what he wanted the trait for. (Though he would have to remember that it was a possibility.) And in the moment he didn’t even really care about making everything match up size-wise. This was all for Yumi’s benefit. Just to tease her. And it seemed the submissive girl enjoyed it. She scooted forward until she was right between his thighs.

“C-Can I touch them?” Yumi asked, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Just be careful,” Mason warned her. He was more than willing to let her experiment. But he couldn’t imagine a bigger mood killer than sudden testicular pain.

The kneeling teen nodded before she reached for him. At first, it was just with one hand, gentle strokes as she familiarized herself with her lover’s balls. Unlike before, Yumi’s hand felt wonderfully warm against him. No doubt her skin was being heated up by the wanton fire he kindled within her. But soon her other hand joined in, cupping him and testing the weight of his new jewels. Then she leaned in, planting a kiss on him. The first was a little hesitant, nervous. But more came after. Light and teasing in the best way. Before she looked up at him with a shy smile.

“I like your smell. I get why Ms. Bailey likes this,” Yumi said with a nervous giggle. “It’s like you but… more.”

Mason didn’t have a response to that, so he just ran his thick fingers through her silky hair. Not that he didn’t understand. After all, he caught the faint scent of her arousal, and it only made him even hungrier for her.

And it no doubt showed on his face.

“D-Do you want t-to have… sex?” Different emotions warred on Yumi’s face. Her eyes were dark with lust. Her mouth smiled hopefully. But a slight tremble gave away her nerves.

The answer was yes. It would always be yes. But there was a difference between wanting to do something and it actually being a smart idea.

“I do,” But Mason kept going before she got her hopes up too much. “But you’re not very quiet. Which is normally fine. But my parents don’t sleep a whole house away.”

It was a terrible situation. A horny couple that was both beyond revved up, but were unable to relieve each other. But at the end of the day, his moms catching him balls-deep in Yumi was one of the worst ways to break the news about their relationship.

“I have an idea,” Yumi said heavily. It seemed she was not going to be deterred so easily. “I-If you d-do it from b-behind, I can b-bury my face in your p-pillow. And if I’m still too loud you c-can just sort of… p-push me down into the pillow.”

That could almost work. There was a guest bedroom between Mason’s and his mothers’. If they were quiet they could get away with it, especially with the heater running. But it did beg one question.

“Tell me the truth Yumi,” He said seriously. “Do you want me to push you down into the pillow?”

“Yes,” Yumi whispered. She couldn’t look him in the eye while she said it. In fact, the petite girl squirmed under his gaze. Mason gave her the chance to elaborate, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Get on the bed.” Mason stood up and pulled his shirt off. He had planned to climb back onto the bed, but Yumi was too fast. She scrambled to her feet and scurried to the bed. As fast as she could the tiny girl grabbed his pillow and took off her glasses. Then she bent over the edge of the bed and nuzzled face first into his pillow.

But as Mason stared down at her wonderfully perky, little ass he instantly realized a problem. Well, besides the fact that she hadn’t actually taken off her panties. That was pretty easy to fix. The bigger problem was that, unlike their earlier demonstrative tryst, their size difference was working against them. Either Mason would be doing squats or Yumi would need to be repositioned. At least the petite girl still weighed almost nothing. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her until her knees were resting on the bed, her hips only a little below his and his cock resting on her back.

The adorable, muffled squeak of surprise was just an added bonus.

Then all he needed to do was pull her yellow panties down, just enough to expose her core. Yumi was positively soaked. Her cotton underwear peeled away from her pussy, strands of glistening honey clinging to the fabric. Mason wasn't sure what exactly got her so worked up, but he was grateful. It would be a little awkward to stop and grab lube now.

He pulled back, dragging his shaft between Yumi's compact cheeks. Until he positioned his tip against her opening. She squirmed at the sensation, rubbing against Mason's sensitive cock head. It was clear what they both craved. But he needed to say something first.

"Remember, be quiet," Mason said. He heard a muffled response that sounded a bit like 'I will.' "If you aren't, I'll have to stop."

Before his petite lover could respond to that, he rocked his hips forward. Inch by inch he slipped back into Yumi's warm, wet embrace. Already her walls were fluttering and his cock was throbbing. By the time he bottomed out within her Mason was already breathing heavily.

For a second he just rested, enjoying the heat and velvety texture of Yumi's pussy. He marveled at how tightly she clung to him, while at the same time fully accepting his girth. The Extra Stretchy perk would be mandatory for all of his lovers going forward.

Mason began to slowly thrust in and out of her. He couldn't go faster without making too much noise. But the teen also didn't know how long either of them would last.

It was a very different experience from their previous times. Even when they had been rough, even when they had been kinky, they had always been making love. It had always been a chance to please each other and grow closer. It had always been a girlfriend and boyfriend sharing an intimate moment. But not this time. This time, even if the situation demanded it be gentle, they were fucking. This was two people satiating their animal instincts, thirsting for release and finding it in their partner.

And all the while a separate part of Mason's brain was focused on the feeling of his new balls swinging beneath him. It was a strange, heavy sensation. And odder still was the feeling of them occasionally tapping against Yumi's mound.

Mason wondered if the tiny girl beneath him enjoyed that. She ended up cumming first, but so far Yumi had proven to have a bit of a quick trigger. Not that he would complain. The way her inner walls rhythmically clenched around his cock threatened to push him over the edge.

But Mason gritted his teeth and desperately held back. After all, there was still one thing Yumi wanted from him. Without interrupting his rhythm he reached out with his right hand and placed it on his petite lover's black-haired head. Despite her desires, he couldn’t bring himself to really push her down. Mason was far, far too heavy to try and use his weight, and honestly, he just wasn’t a very good judge of his own strength. The gigantic youth just hoped a little, light pressure would be good enough.

In reality, though he didn’t have time to worry about it. After a few more thrusts, Mason felt his balls tighten. He sheathed himself fully within her as pleasure surged through him. Mason gave a few more small thrusts as he finally started to cum. As it turned out, shooting the equivalent of four loads at once took time. All he could do was sigh and shiver as wave after wave of cum gushed out of him.

When it finally ended, the two young lovers were left panting, trying to catch their breaths as Mason started to go soft within her. That did raise one issue. It turned out that his cock was all that was holding back a flood of cum, a few pearly trickles of which had already begun to leak out of Yumi. But that actually gave Mason an idea. A wicked idea, but Yumi couldn’t see his wicked grin.

He pulled back, his half-hard cock slipping free. Then right as the first thick glob threatened to drip out of Yumi’s small, messy pussy, he grabbed her panties and pulled them back up, trapping the massive load within her. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a giggle as she collapsed onto her side. Mason took a bit of pride in the wet teeth marks she had left on his pillowcase, but laid down next to her, spooning the tiny girl against him.

“Good girl,” He whispered, stroking her soft hair. “You did a good job staying quiet.”

Yumi didn’t say anything immediately. She just snuggled into his embrace, holding his free hand tightly. Her breathing grew so deep and even Mason was worried she might just fall asleep. Or maybe he was just projecting. It was a fight to keep his own eyes open. But right as he was starting to really worry she spoke.

“This is going to be such a mess when I take these off,” Yumi joked in an enervated voice.

“You could leave them on,” Mason suggested in a serious voice. His girlfriend giggled at that. But when she spoke again, her soprano voice came out somber.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” Yumi whispered earnestly.

“Me too,” He agreed, kissing the top of her head. “When we get the chance we can move in together.”

“I’d love that,” She said dreamily. Then she chuckled again. “We’re going to need a really big bed.”

Mason smiled at that. But this was coming to an end. And there was one more thing he needed to ask.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” He said.

“Of course,” Yumi said without hesitation.

“Know that you know about the app,” Mason spoke as steadily as he could. But he still felt a twist in his guts. “Where do you see this going? Where do you want it to go?”

“I… I’m not sure,” Yumi admitted quietly. “I don’t think I’ve really wrapped my head around this yet.”

“That’s fair,” Mason assured her. It took him more than an hour or two to really get a handle on what Luxuria could do. And what that would mean. “Then let me ask it this way. If you could wave a magic wand and bring your fantasy to life, no worries about how it would actually work or how we get there, what would it look like?”

The Japanese girl didn’t answer immediately. She rolled over to face him. One slender finger went to his chest, tracing circles in his hair. Yumi stared at it for a moment and didn’t look away when she finally spoke.

“I… I would want you to have… a harem. A real one.” Before Mason could ask what she meant, Yumi kept going. “I would want to be part of a group of women, a sisterhood, who tended to your every need. Especially your… sexual ones. You’d love and treasure us, but you’d also rule over us. And we, each and every one of us, would willingly submit to you. Because we love you. Desire you. Because you brought us so much pleasure we can no longer picture life without you.”

“W-Wow,” Mason said, staring down at the top of his girlfriend’s head. A part of him always suspected that Yumi’s fantasies would be more **** than his. But he never thought anything like that would be lurking in the head of his childhood friend.

“S-Sorry,” Yumi muttered. “Was that too much?”

“No, it's fine. I asked for your fantasy. It was just a little more than I expected,” He said quickly, a thumb stroking her cheek. “All I want is to learn what makes you tick. Is it okay to ask exactly how many women are in this fantasy of yours?”

“A dozen… more… It’s always a lot,” Yumi said with a mousy grin.

“Well, I don’t know if I can give you all of that. Even with the app,” Mason admitted self-consciously. “But I promise I’ll do what I can.”

Yumi wiggled. She wormed her way up until she was face to face with Mason, getting close enough to see him without her glasses. Her hazel eyes stared into his own. A wide loving smile spread across her adorable face.

“So long as I’m with you, we can figure the rest out.” She kissed him gently, her lips unbelievably soft. A warmth spread through him. It washed away his worry and doubt. Mason relaxed, grateful for at least one guarantee in this insane life he had fallen into.

He just wished that it wasn’t also almost two o’clock. Whatever else could be said about the two they were responsible. Almost to a fault sometimes. Without even needing to say it the two knew they had to split up. The longer they waited the more likely it was that someone would wake up and catch. And every which way you sliced it, they would both need at least some sleep before tomorrow.

It proved easier for Mason to get ready. All he needed to do was put his pajamas back on. While Yumi had to grab her glasses, shirt, pants, socks, and all three of her jackets. She would need her boots too, but decided it would be easier to sneak downstairs carrying them rather than wearing them.

With that done, they made their move. Mason made sure the coast was clear. Then the two snuck downstairs, channeling their inner ninjas. When they made it to the kitchen, Yumi put her boots back on.

I-love-you’s were whispered. Kisses were exchanged. Tender embraces were held just a little longer than was truly wise. But they could only delay the inevitable for so long. Soon enough his oldest and closest friend, the first woman he ever loved, was scurrying away through the cold as fast as her short, little legs could carry her.

Once he was alone Mason suddenly felt exhausted. His body felt heavy and ungainly (even more so than normal) as he made his way back upstairs, a glass of water in his hand for plausible deniability.

Unlike earlier, his blue eyes shut before his head hit the pillow. And he felt himself drifting off to sleep almost instantly. His last, semi-delirious thought was the amusing contradiction of his night. One of the most important conversations of his life had been followed immediately by his first quickie. His life really was shaking out to be a weird one.