Test With A Lil' Touching

There wasn't exactly a physical reaction. There was no magic beam of light engulfing the world in freeuse glory or anything like that. Just a mental reminder from the Wish-Interface saying "10 minutes". Well, no shit. I decided to assume it had actually activated, since the three new neighbours had absolutely no reaction to me saying the phrase "Freeuse World" a little louder than I intended to. In fact, all of them were still sipping sodas and chilling in the living room.

"Hey, I'm heading up to unpack some of my boxes." Connor interrupted my train of thought as he got up and started walking up the stairs to whichever room he picked. I did tell him to pick the one on the far right - the Millers always cleaned that one in memoriam of their son who died in a casino while trying to fulfil his dream of being the first honest gambler to hit it big. Oh, how I missed the Millers and their wacky stories.

But, to be fair, a hot MILF and her hot daughter moved in immediately afterwards. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Speaking of the two hotties, I decided to test the waters of my abilities.

I sat down on the sofa right next to Minerva, our thighs pressing together firmly. Normally, a neighbor sitting this close would be weird. Now? It was probably as normal as brushing one's teeth, or throwing one's phone across the room after getting destroyed by fresh-off release Larry & Lawrie in Brawl Stars.

"No problem," I said, letting my hand rest naturally on Minerva’s knee. I felt her skin heat up instantly under my palm. Thanks to the Freeuse World ability, she didn't pull away or act shocked. She just leaned into it.

"God, it's so hot in here," Minerva murmured, pulling her tank top away from her skin to vent some air. Meanwhile, I moved my hand higher, my fingers sliding up the inner hem of her yoga pants. "You've got a lot of tension in your legs, Minerva. You should let me help with that." I said.

"Mm, that would be lovely, Ward." Minerva sighed, closing her eyes.

Emily looked up, watching my hand move toward her mother's crotch. In a normal world, she’d be screaming or calling the cops. In this world? She looked a little jealous. Wait, a little jealous?

"Hey, what about me, Ward?" Emily pouted, reaching over and grabbing my other hand, pulling it onto her own sweat-slicked thigh. "My legs are killing me too. Don't leave me out." The fuck? Was she just naturally a slut? But then I realised - with the ability on, I guess it was normal to want a nice, totally normal massage after seeing her mom get one and enjoying it.

I grinned, looking at the two beautiful women now practically begging for my touch. "Don't worry, Emily," I said. "There's plenty of me to go around. This is just how neighbors help each other out, right?"

"Right," Minerva whispered, her hand reaching over to cover mine, pressing it harder against her heat. "Totally normal."

I decided it was time to see just how far the "Freeuse" part of "Freeuse World" would stretch.

"You know," I said, "it's way too hot for clothes. You should just get comfortable and take them off."

Minerva didn't even hesitate. "You're right. Why didn't I think of that?"

Minerva went first. When her tank top came off, her breasts—large and ample—seemed to let out a literal sigh of relief. They were heavy and full, the kind of breasts that commanded attention just by existing. Clad in a black bra that was clearly struggling to contain their volume, the tops of her pale mounds spilled over the edges, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from the move. Even through the fabric, I could see the dark, wide circles of her areolas. When she leaned back against the sofa cushions, they settled with a soft, heavy weight, swaying slightly with her every breath. They looked incredibly soft, the kind of "mom-tits" that felt like they were made for sinking into.

Emily, on the other hand, offered a different kind of perfection. Her sports bra had been keeping things tight, but once she unclipped it, her breasts sprang free with a perky, athletic bounce. They were smaller than her mother’s, but still very much sizable, filling out her chest with a firm, rounded shape. Unlike Minerva’s heavy fullness, Emily’s were high and tight, barely sagging at all even as she sat on the floor. Her nipples were already prominent, poking through the thin fabric of her sports bra before she’d even removed it, and now they stood out like pink pebbles against her tanned skin. They were the breasts of someone who lived in the gym—firm, responsive, and begging to be handled.

"God, that is so much better," Minerva sighed, reaching back to unhook her bra, letting the heavy globes tumble out completely. They hung low and proud, their weight pulling them into a lush, pendulous shape. "Don't you think, Ward? It was just getting too stifling in here."

"Way better," Emily agreed. She didn't even bother with a bra underneath; she was just completely bare, her toned torso leading up to those two firm, inviting mounds. She leaned her head back against her mother’s knees, right next to where my hand was resting, and looked at me with a smirk. "See something you like, neighbor?"

I didn't answer with words. I let my hands do the talking.

I reached out, my left hand cupping the underside of Minerva’s heavy breast, feeling the incredible heat and weight of it. At the same time, I extended my right hand to Emily, my thumb brushing over her firm, upright nipple. Minerva’s eyes rolled back as she let out a long, shaky moan, her ample chest heaving as she pressed herself into my palm. Emily’s back arched off the floor, her toes curling into the carpet as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

I suppose the "Freeuse" logic kept them from questioning why their neighbor was fondling them; maybe it just felt like the right, natural way to say "welcome to the neighborhood." Whatever it was, they seemed to enjoy it very much. I did too - not only because I was fondling two pairs of perfect tits simultaneously, but also because the "Freeuse" logic made them ignore my raging boner.

"Oh, Ward..." Minerva whimpered, her hands reaching out to grab my shoulders, her large tits squishing against my arm as she leaned in. "You have such... such helpful hands."

"I'm not done being helpful," I grinned, looking from the heavy, mature curves of the mother to the firm, youthful peaks of the daughter.

Wonderful. Looks like the Freeuse World was officially open for business.