Small improvements and big plans

Amber and I just cuddle for a few minutes. I never had a chance to do it before, and it feels nice. Something about being close to another person, tracing their body from their wrist to their nipples and up to their mouth, kissing their neck, laying yours hands on their stomach; it all just feels nice in a way that makes me feel warm inside. It gets even better when she's the one doing something, be that scratching the back of my head or tickling my ribs. There's just a feeling in the air, and it makes me really feel like the girl I'm sharing a bed with loves me. I should do my best to love her back.

"Want me to fill you up on what you missed?" She asks, her eyes and mouth twisting themselves to tell me 'I have something you want and you'll have to ask me really nicely me for it'.

"I'd love that." I grab one of her hands and kiss it. She gets herself flustered and takes it away to me while breaking into a fit of giggles.

"Well, when we got back here we started talking. You didn't miss any big personal details, but I mocked you for reading superhero comics and you mocked me for having watched every straight-to-DVD Barbie movie." She can't keep herself from chuckling at recalling that.

"As I should. You deserve to be bullied immensely for that." I get pushed by her.

"Your thing is just as childish as mine!"

"People die in comics all the the time."

"They die in silly ways, tough!"

"How are gory bloodbaths silly?"

"They're the kind of silliness that appeals to twelve year olds!"

We laugh at each other as we get back to hugging. "Alright, I follow so far. But I'm not sure how that lead to us having sex. Unless we were secretly recreating a scene from one of those movies you like so much."

"Sorry for having the commitment to keeping up with the one saga I've completed in my life." She rolls her eyes. "Anyways, pretty much everyone got here before you did, so we were just trying to talk to each other one on one without getting interrupted. Of course, that didn't work out. So I asked if we could go to your bedroom to keep this between ourselves."

"Damn, good on you for being so forward." I congratulate her.

"Oh, shut it. I meant it innocently. But the other you didn't realize that either. Imagine my surprise when you asked if we shouldn't at least kiss first before we skipped all the way to fourth base." She seemed a little embarrassed by it, but in good spirits.

"I must have been a decent kisser if you stayed here." I brag, and I can see the classic 'you're right but you're not allowed to get an ego about it' look on her face.

"Maybe you are. But didn't you ever consider that I could just be easily impressed?" She jokes at her own expense, and we're back to sharing kisses and rubs across our soft bodies.

Still, I feel like we both spent more than enough time trapped here for a single day. It's nice to spend time with my girlfriend, but I'd rather do it in real time. But there are two questions I need to get answers for before her memories escape her. One of them is about my performance. "In a scale of one to ten, how good am I at dancing the devil's tango?" She has no idea of what I'm talking about. "Sex. How good am I at sex?"

"In my opinion you're a ten, but I don't think I'm the right person to analyze this. I've only had it with one other guy, and he was awful at it. You'll obviously look like a love machine next to that fiasco." She then raises an eyebrow. "Also, are you Argentinean or something? I though only Japanese and Argentinians would care enough about tango to incorporate it into an idiom."

"Look, I'm not urban dictionary, but I can promise you that's a normal thing that people say." It's rather ridiculous that this is a real conversation we're having while the rest of the world is currently is in a monochrome stasis. "But, like, you liked it. Right?"

"Oh, I loved it! You were considerate enough to do proper foreplay instead of just sticking it in, you kept talking me up every time I showed you a new part of my naked body, and you were saying a lot of sweet stuff to me before things got intense." She listed off, happily going back to that memory. Then, without a warning, she jabbed my ribs. In a playful manner, of course, but the surprise made it hurt a little. "But you could have been a lot better at hiding your disappointment about my cup size!"

I laugh awkwardly, knowing that I would have absolutely fucked that up. "Sorry about that. But, hey, easy next wish. Right? Unless you have any reason to want to keep them small."

She shakes her head. "No, I don't mind. I considered getting a boob job at some points. Be reasonable and think about my back, but I could certainly do with a little more stuff being there. Would make me get more likes on my photos, if nothing else."

"Is the validation of strangers on the internet better than having your boyfriend think you're even hotter than before?" I tease cockily.

"No, but I was trying to find a reason to get bigger boobs that didn't revolve about you. Dumb-dumb." She crosses her arms and sticks out her tongue. Still, we can't stay mad at each other. We go back to the lovey-dovey stuff in less than a minute.

"Alright, one last thing I need to be clear on before we are done here. Has the other you told me that you're poly already?" I ask, ready to enact the change after being told the answer.

"Well, it's not a much an other me as it's just part of who I am. But, anyways, the answer is no. Didn't really have a good chance to do it before things spiraled out of my control, and I would have waited some time to let you know under normal circumstances. You'll have to tell her that you are one first."

"Hey, who knows if I am. Maybe I'm just an asshole who really wants his harem of sexy women and is willing to compromise." I suggest, trying to see what she has to say about that.

"If that was true, then you would have already made it so that I had no interest for dating anyone else apart from you." She stops herself. "Which, fair, no one else in the house or at work strikes my fancy so far. But I would know if you had **** that on me, and you didn't."

"Fair enough. Ready for Simon says?" She nods. "Your boobs are in the C-cup range"

"My boobs are in the C-cup range."

We return to normal, and I find myself in the exact scenario I was left on but Amber's breasts have made quite a jump in size. Not exactly as big as I had hoped for, but I knew enough about bras to know that even if I had said a number in specific it would be a crapshoot as to how big they'd become.

It was strange to essentially repeat what I has already done with the other version of Amber, the one who held all her memories. The cuddles still felt nice, but I felt a tinge of sadness that this was technically a lesser version of the woman I just talked with, one that couldn't remember our first date or even that stupid tango discussion we had minutes ago. Could I make her remember? I'm not sure how good of an idea that would be, if it was even possible. Who knows how that would manifest, if she would have even met me under those circumstances.

Still, the Amber I do have is close enough. And she's just as into me as she was into the other Devin, so I should try to do the same. After a few sweet nothings, I feel like it's a good time to point out the elephant in the room. "I really like you, and maybe I should have asked you this earlier. But are you okay if I'm polyamourous?" Not sure how well I sold the nervousness I should have felt if I didn't know the answer, but I was banking it on her not paying much attention to that.

She energetically shakes her head up and down. "More than okay with it! Believe it or not, I'm poly too!" Knowing I couldn't come up with believable happy words, I just brought her close for a prolonged kiss.

Once we were both satisfied from the cuddling, we dress up and decide to join the others for diner. Apparently we had designated chefs for all nights but Saturday on the timeline where the three of us lived with the girls. Thad must have been the one for Mondays, because it seems like we had left the room just before he could knock on the door to tell us that dinner is ready.

Amber thanks him and walks ahead, not noticing the way Thad stared at her 'swollen' chest. "Doing that stuff doesn't exactly improve your odds of ever scoring, my guy." I try to sound as casual as can be.

"Was she always that-" He catches himself once he notices my frown. "Okay, no. You're right. My bad." He shakes his head. "Anyways, dinner is ready. So, you know."

I put my hand on his shoulder as we walk to the dinning room. "Hey, I'm not the one you need to apologize to. If you feel the need to, Amber is there. And on unrelated news, I appreciate you having you here, even if it doesn't seem like it all the time. I don't want to tell you what it is in case something falls trough before everything is in place, but I have a big favor lined up for you. Be on the look out."

I succeed at lifting his spirits, but Thad is still a problem for me. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to ensure he doesn't beat me into a pulp once he gets his jock arms back. I'll have to store some cum for him, and I'm not sure how easy it's going to be to jack off if my mind accidentally slips into how the reason for me jacking is that I'm going to have the fat nerd swallow it and make him a Chad.

Maybe I could have Amber jack me off? I'd still need some containers for it, tough. As well as a reasonable explanation as to why she's helping me collect semen. Could I give her a fetish for it?

My stomach grumbles, and seeing as the people I'm thinking about are probably already at the dinner table, I conclude this is a problem to process later. Probably tomorrow.