She summons a new clone, turns her into a bimbo, and changes Jessica into a true goth.

Jessie permitted several more minutes of playing with Jessica’s hair before she couldn’t contain herself anymore, and soon jostled her fully awake to tell her what she had in mind. Of course, Jessica didn’t care if there was another clone alongside her, just as she didn’t seem to care about much else aside from making Jessie happy. That was sweet, Jessie thought, feeling her heartstrings be tugged on by the sentiment.

Still, Jessica’s attitude and directives gave Jessie the perfect idea for an aesthetic she could go for. Before going ahead with bringing another clone into the universe, Jessie wanted to start with the first one’s appearance, just so there wasn’t any immediate confusion upon arrival. The two were now sitting up on the couch next to each other with the laptop open and running Master PC in Jessie’s lap.

“Okay, so I’m thinking we should go with a sort of goth look. What do you think?” Jessie asked after typing her counterpart’s name into the program, then pulled up her list of stats after switching off the retroactive setting.

“I’m fine with anything you’d like to do to me. I am yours to command and play around with as you please, Mistress.” Jessica said, expressionless as ever.

“Of course you are.” Jessie rolled her eyes and smirked, then got to work altering the passive girl’s body. She toyed around with a few of her mental settings too, just to really bring the whole aesthetic together.

Under the hair settings there were two sliders, one for the actual color and the other for how light or dark it could be. At first, just out of curiosity, Jessie made it completely white, and was tempted to keep it after seeing how exotic the snowy color looked on Jessica. She quickly sent the tiny bar to the other side of the slider, changing her doppelganger’s hair into a dark abyssal black color.

After that, Jessie played around with her skin tone and turned Jessica’s already pale flesh a shade brighter, making the two truly distinguishable. While exploring the sliders and check-boxes, she found that there was an option to give Jessica designated beauty marks in specific areas of her face. She decided on giving her a tiny, single mark on her right cheek just below the eye, and that just gave Jessie the idea to alter those as well, turning both of their iris’ from light-brown to a deep, captivating violet color.

Jessica sat on the couch patiently the entire time she was being changed, having absolutely no reaction at all to her physical appearance being altered, but when Jessie made a slight mental change, the whole look had been given the proverbial cherry on top.

[Jessica’s submissive thought process will stay exactly the same as it is, but she is now more prone to rolling her eyes and sighing when reacting to another person’s actions or words. Instead of blank facial expressions, she often looks either bored or annoyed by whatever is happening, and she always speaks with an uninterested and condescending tone about most any subject or topic.]

Jessie triple-checked the command to make sure that she wasn’t being changed too much, but didn’t waste much time hitting the Enter key.

Jessica shivered and closed her eyes for a few seconds, then reopened them with a slightly different expression that she had before. Instead of an empty-faced stare, the adorable goth girl now sported an uninterested half-frown on her beautiful pale face. Jessie put a hand over her mouth and stifled a snicker, imagining Jessica saying something along the lines of: 'Are you kidding me?'

Instead, she asked in a condescending tone: “How do I look, Mistress?” Then sighed and rolled her eyes.

Jessie couldn’t help but openly laugh at that, feeling a bit of nostalgia as a few cringy memories of her High school emo-girl days flashed through her mind.

“You look amazing, babe.”

Jessica rolled her eyes again, but this time with a smirk on her lips.

“Well, are you ready to get another one of us in here?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jessica sighed. “Should I grab the last two beers from the fridge?”

“Only after you get those stupid pants off.” Jessie said, pinching the fabric of her sweatpants and giving them a gentle tug.

“M’kay.” Jessica stood up and casually pulled her bottoms down, letting them drop to the floor before walking off towards the kitchen, Jessie watching her big, creamy butt jiggle and wobble around as it left her immediate line-of-sight.

“Actually, let’s do one more thing before all that.” Jessie chuckled. With Jessica’s list of stats still open, she found the slider for her hip’s measurements and dialed it up by about eight inches, then increased the overall mass of her butt, causing it to stick out like a small shelf afterwards.

From the kitchen, she could hear the involuntary moans that came along with the physical pleasure of having her anatomy reshaped. On screen, Jessie watched her big ass swell even larger in the downward angle that Master PC’s invisible camera was looking at the small kitchen from. Jessica had to brace herself against the counter and arched her back as the sensations struck her, but quickly shook it off and continued getting **** from the fridge.

Once Jessica had returned, Jessie already had the bulk of the text typed out in the command box, but wanted her initial clone’s lackluster opinion on the context.

[A new clone of myself is standing in the center of the living room. She has tanned skin, a bubbly personality, and platinum blonde hair. She is also always happy and extremely horny. She cannot use the program without my express permission, has a very short attention span, and has breasts the size of cantaloupes.]

“How does this sound?” Jessie asked as Jessica was cracking open her and her Mistress’ beers. “I figured having a horny ditz around would be fun, but I can imagine she’d be pretty dangerous if she got her hands on Master PC.”

She didn’t expect Jessica to say much besides something like, “Whatever makes you happy, Mistress.” But, instead, she said:

“Overall, it’s not bad... This is just a suggestion, but you could also give her a few aggressive traits to balance out my passive nature. Also, I recommend giving her knowledge of the current situation in some way, just so that she won’t be as confused as I was.”

Jessie blinked in surprise, but ultimately thought those were amazing ideas. A dommy bimbo version of herself? Hell yes! Throwing a copy of her own mind into a copy of herself made plenty of sense too, and would save her breath in regards to giving a long-winded explanation. God, she was already getting hot again just thinking about it all...

“You’re a genius, Jessica!” Jessie said, turning to throw her arms around the goth hottie. “Or, should I say, we’re geniuses.”

Jessica rolled her eyes and sighed, which made Jessie giggle.

[A new clone of myself is standing in the center of the living room. She has tanned skin, a bubbly but very assertive personality, and platinum blonde hair. She is also always happy and extremely horny. She cannot use the program without my express permission, has a very short attention span, has breasts the size of cantaloupes, and knows everything about the current situation from my perspective.]

Jessie hit the Enter key, and was greeted by a familiar warning message:

“Note: This version of Master PC cannot directly create organic, conscious life. However, this command may succeed if the program were to merge minor pockets of two parallel timelines within the immediate multiverse upon execution.”

“Would you like to proceed?”

“I still don’t understand. This thing can merge universes, but not create an exact clone of someone?” Jessie asked with a confused scowl.

“That may be for the best.” Jessica said. “Instead of bringing a brand new person into this world for the sole purpose of servicing you, you would just be forcing yourself to do it for you, instead.”

“... I guess that is a more morally-sound way to look at it, now that you mention it.”

Jessie hit the Enter key once again, and a new duplicate of themselves appeared both in the room and on screen wearing her work uniform.

A wash of expressions flashed across her face in just a few seconds, going from bored, to surprised, then pure lust as the designated changes took effect. Jessie’s heart was beating rapidly as she held her breath, watching closely with a mix of curiosity and horror in her expression as if the changes were happening to herself. Technically they were, on some levels, and she was getting a first-hand look at what it would be like if she were the one getting zapped into another universe to be a plaything for another version of herself.

The new duplicate cried out with a short scream as her hair lightened up to a bright, almost white-blonde in a flash; her skin tone darkened by a few shades to give her a glowing sun-tan; her purple polo shirt became noticeably tighter and started ripping in the center when her breasts considerably perked up and swelled by five cup-size; the black slacks around her lower-half were virtually torn to shreds along with the massive growth coming from her quickly expanding hips and thighs; any and all traces of being unhealthy in certain areas around her body plumped up and tightened with minor amounts of muscle and fat to fill them out or in.

She dropped to her knees and braced her hands on the ground on all fours, moaning and shivering, likely overwhelmed by every intense, pleasure-filled sensation that’d just rocked her nervous system like an earthquake, Jessie figured. However, the change in her brain chemistry from the mental alterations taking place was something that Jessie couldn’t imagine. She could ask Jessica for a base of understanding, being that she went through a similar experience, but something deep down was actually afraid to know.

When the girl finally relaxed and took a deep breath, her head shot upright to look at Jessie and Jessica. Her mouth was hanging open and her blonde hair was a wild mess as her gaze flicked between them. Jessie wanted to say something, to ask something, to find out if this new clone was okay or not, but a lump in her throat kept any words from escaping her lips.

“Dude!” Blondie said, a wide, toothy smile spreading across her own lips as she did her best to stand upright. Her newly exaggerated curves were keeping her from doing so as quickly, but she eventually managed to get back up on her feet. Her eyes left the girls on the couch and gazed down at her bombshell body, primarily the big, ever-sloshing mass of her funbags as they bulged out through the rips and tears of her shirt. “No fuckin’ way…”

She slowly brought her hands up under them and gently pushed up several times, causing them to jiggle all-the-more while the rips in her work uniform grew more and more. After a few seconds of that, accompanied by a bit of mindless moaning and drooling, Blondie decided to reach up in the center and pull the rest of the shirt apart. It didn’t take much effort on her part, and when it was done, those huge melons bounced out into freedom and their nipples visibly hardened on contact with the living room’s brisk cool air.

While she continued to focus on and message her tits, her knees buckling as a result, Jessie and Jessica simply stared on with wide eyes and wet pussies.

“Didn’t you say your clothes grew along with you?” Jessie asked, turning to her gothic counterpart.

“I did, but that was just my assumption after looking at the Command Center’s history.” She said, instinctively rolling her eyes as if she felt annoyed by the question. “I don’t remember what our old bodies used to look like thanks to the ‘Retroactive Changes’ setting.”

“Ohhh.” Jessie said, facepalming. “Should I have turned that on before bringing her here?”

“Who cares?! Aha!” Blondie squealed, just before Jessie’s face had a huge pair of soft, jiggly pleasure-pillows firmly pushed against it. Apparently she’d swiftly cleared the gap between her and the couch without Jessie noticing, which caught her by surprise. The brunette didn’t resist though, and her hands reached out to grab at Blondie’s wide hips as she climbed up into her lap facing her. “It fuckin’ worked!”

“Mmphmph! Mphmmmphmph!”

“I believe that Mistress Jessie is trying to ask: ‘What worked? And how are these so soft?’” Jessica said in a flat tone, translating the breast-muffled sounds that Jessie was making. She then crossed her arms over her own bare, perky chest and sighed with a twinge of jealousy at the sudden lack of attention that her Mistress was paying to her.

“I put my-! I mean, she put my-!” Blondie said, laughing her hourglass figure’s ass off while still covered in shredded, ruined clothing, up until Jessie managed to push her off onto the floor. “Oof!”

“Sorry!” Jessie said with a wince as soon as she landed, not having realized her healthy body had become somewhat stronger than it used to be. “I didn’t mean to do that. I was just trying to get some air…”

Laying flat on her back, Blondie’s ridiculously round tits were still rocking and jiggling back and forth on her chest, and she began giggling madly again after not-too-long.

“Dude!” She sat up instantly, which made a very nervous (and horny) Jessie flinch. “I’m you!”

“... Yeah.” Jessie said, at a loss of words for how she should’ve responded to that. “And you’re me, sort of.”

“No! I am you!” She said, then abruptly pointed to the bored-looking goth hottie on the couch next to Jessie. “That’s Jessica, you’re Jessie, and I used to be Jesibelle!” When she finished speaking her name, Blondie was standing on her feet again and pointing at herself with her right thumb. “Like, I’ve got all of your, or our memories right up until you threw our universes together! Or however the fuck that works, I guess.”

Jessie’s jaw dropped, the reality of what she’d done slowly sinking in. She’d taken a copy of herself from a mirror universe and effectively turned her into… Wait, no, all she really did was implant her most recent memories into someone who only knew themselves by another name, someone who had lived the exact same life she had up until she’d discovered Master PC.

Maybe Jessie should use a Master PC to give herself a mindset like Jessica, who was just sitting there with her legs crossed while one arm was across her lower chest and the other was using it to casually sip the beer in her hand. Jessie wondered if she would be able to get over this uneasy feeling eventually when it arose, because there was something nagging at her about everything. Merging universes couldn’t be safe, could it? Maybe she was overthinking things, she thought to herself, becoming distracted by the sight of Jesibelle herself getting distracted as well by her own tits, which were now being squeezed and fondled by the hysterically happy woman they were attached to. Hell, maybe Jessie should just give herself a rack like the new girl’s, then maybe she’d have something to take her mind off of things in times of sudden existential crisis like the one she found herself in.

“Mistress?” Jessica asked, gently placing a hand on Jessie’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” Jessie and Jesibelle asked, both of them glancing at Jessica, then each other.

“Huh?” Jessie and Jessica replied as they both looked at Jesibelle, wearing annoyed expressions on their identical faces.

“Hey, I’m Jessie too, k’know.” Jesibelle snickered, pointing at Jessica. “So that means I’m also your Mistress.”

Jessica was about to say something, but several things flashed across her usually collected and rational mind. First, Jesibelle was absolutely correct, she now had two Mistresses. Second, and likely the most important of all, there was now the possibility that Jessica would be able to receive praise and please two Mistresses at once… Thirdly, which was only a brief afterthought when the second one struck; she was technically compelled to obey every word that came out of Jesibelle’s mouth as well as Jessie’s. Her cold, emotionless heart thumped with both hope and excitement.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, rookie.” Jessie growled with a toothy smile, silently bothered, even challenged by the notion as she leaned back and put an arm over Jessica while laying her hand on the top of the open laptop's screen. “We still need to get acquainted with ourselves first before any titles are doled out, wouldn’t you say?”

“Sure.” Jesibelle’s already present grin grew even wider as she slowly scanned every inch of Jessie’s body with a hungry, horny gaze. “How about we take this to the bedroom then, Bitch?”

Jessie’s sudden shift into having a worried expression betrayed her, and Jesibelle stood up and giggled at that. She then walked out of the room, making sure to sway her big, tanned rump for their viewing. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, Jessie thought to herself, genuinely, for the first time since Master PC booted up.

“Well, this is what I wanted, after all…” Jessie said, then took a deep breath before standing up and turning towards the hallway. “Bring the laptop, Jessica. I’m sure we’ll need it.”

Jessica did as she was told and followed her Mistress, with growing ideas on her mind about how she could please both of them at the same time.