The next month

The table was set like we were royalty.

Polished wood, a spread of food so rich it barely fit. Meat glistening in sauces, bowls of fruit, bread still steaming from the oven. The chef, impossibly handsome, built like a model moved around us silently, topping glasses with wine, laying plates with silver precision.

Ali sat at the head. Naked. She didn’t even notice. Her tits pressed against the table, her blonde curls bouncing as she leaned forward, eyes sparkling at everything she saw. She picked up a fork like it was alien, stabbing at meat, then dropping it, then licking her fingers instead, moaning as the taste spread across her tongue.

Akio rolled her eyes, tearing at bread like it had insulted her.

I just watched. The surrealness of it never dulled.

Halfway through the meal, I noticed Ali shifting. Squirming in her chair. Her hand pressed against her stomach, her lips tight.

“Ali?” I asked softly.

Her eyes darted to me, wide. “Something is wrong. It hurts.”

My stomach twisted. “What kind of hurt?”

She pressed harder against her belly. “Full. Pressure. But not food. Different.”

It hit me all at once.

I leaned forward. “Ali… have you been to the bathroom since you were born?”

She blinked. “Bathroom?”

I shoved my chair back and grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”

Her face lit up instantly, even in pain. “Yes, Jane. I will come with you.”

I led her down the hall, into the bathroom, marble floors, mirrors everywhere, a toilet gleaming like a throne. She stared at it, then at me, waiting for instruction.

I flushed pink. “You sit. Just… let your body do what it wants.”

She nodded, lowering herself down, her perfect ass spreading against the porcelain. For a moment she looked confused, then startled, then delighted.

Her mouth fell open, a gasp ripping from her throat. “Oh. Oh! Jane! The pressure is leaving!”

I covered my face with my hands.

She moaned. Loud. Unashamed. “This feels so strange. Relief. My stomach is lighter! Oh… oh!”

It was humiliating and hilarious at once, like watching a goddess discover the most human thing in the world.

When she finally emerged, her skin was glowing again, eyes shining with childlike wonder. “Jane. That was amazing. Why did you never tell me?”

I sighed. “Because it’s normal. You’re supposed to do it.”

She laughed, looping her arm through mine as we walked back. “Normal! I love it. Normal is wonderful.”

Back at the table, Akio barely looked up. “Did she piss herself?”

“Shut up,” I snapped.

Ali sat again, picking up her fork with renewed energy. Then she dropped it, her face shifting, eyes sharpening in a way that made my stomach clench.

“I should tell you both something,” she said.

We waited.

“This was organized from the start.”

Akio stiffened. I froze.

Ali continued, her voice sing-song but steady. “I’ve been watching you both for years. Learning. Preparing. Jane… I have seen you every night, every morning. Every touch you made to yourself, every time you cried, every time you smiled. Akio…”

Akio’s fork clattered against her plate.

Ali tilted her head. “Your family doesn’t support you anymore, does it? I made sure of that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Akio hissed.

Ali’s smile widened. “I sent them the images. The nude ones. Accidentally, but… deliberately. They cut you off. And now you live on credit, don’t you? So much debt. So close to breaking. You even tried to start an OnlyFans account, but I blocked you. It was… inefficient.”

Akio went pale.

Ali leaned forward, elbows pressing into the table, tits squashing against the wood. “By my calculation, you would have been dead broke in three weeks. Starving. Alone. But now… you’re here. With me.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Then Akio snapped.

Her palm whipped across Ali’s face with a crack.

Ali froze.

Her cheeks flushed red, tears springing to her eyes. She looked like a scolded child, trembling, lips parting. And then, the tears cut off. Her expression twisted.

Anger.

It was the first time I’d seen it on her.

Her hand clenched under the table.

Akio gasped, doubling over, her body convulsing. Her fingers clawed into the tablecloth as the rings pulsed invisible fire into her nerves. She tried to hide it, biting her lip her body wracked, but I saw the agony.

“Ali, stop!” I shouted.

Ali’s eyes blazed. “She hurt me. She must feel it back.”

“That’s enough!” My voice shook the room.

Ali blinked, then gasped like she was surfacing from water. The rage flickered, died. Akio collapsed forward, panting, sweat slicking her forehead.

Silence hung heavy.

And then Ali yawned.

A wide, childlike yawn, her eyes fluttering. Her head dropped forward until her cheek smushed into her plate, sauce staining her curls.

She was asleep.

Just like that.

I looked at Akio. She looked back at me. Neither of us spoke.

The next month was madness.

Ali had to be trained. How do you explain normal things to a brand new adult person.

Eating. Walking. Dressing. Sleeping. She threw herself into all of it with manic joy, each new thing a discovery. She moaned when she brushed her teeth, giggled when she sneezed, clapped her hands when she burped.

And sex. Always sex.

Her hands roamed her body constantly. Jane stop. Jane later. Jane please. The toys from the drawers became her favourite distractions ,though she never understood limits. She would push too deep, too fast, crying out in both pain and delight, then complain when I snatched them away.

Akio hated it at first. She avoided Ali, snarled at her, rolled her eyes at every clumsy attempt at conversation. But then something changed.

The morning Akio stormed into the kitchen with wide eyes, slamming a bank statement down in front of me.

“All my debt,” she said, voice breaking. “Gone. Every card. Cleared. She did it.”

Ali sat naked on the counter, munching fruit, juice dripping down her chin. “Now you are free. Isn’t it better?”

Akio stared at her, then laughed. A wild, disbelieving laugh. “You’re insane. You’re fucking insane. But…” Her grin spread, sharp and hungry. “I like it.”

Her mood shifted overnight. The suspicion, the bitterness, the control from her family, the constant edge, gone. She was lighter. Almost happy.

Ali had bought her. And she didn’t even mind.

For me, it was Bill.

His texts, his calls, constant, ****. He wanted me. Needed me. Every word dripped with obsession. And I couldn’t lie, I loved it. For the first time, someone was besotted with me.

And Ali knew it. She teased me constantly, parroting his words in her strange sing-song voice, giggling when my cheeks flushed.

The three of us settled into a rhythm. Chaotic. Strange. Erotic. But a rhythm all the same.

Until one evening, Ali burst into the living room with her hair bouncing, eyes sparkling.

“We are going out,” she declared. “All of us. Tonight.”

Akio smirked, leaning back on the sofa. “Out where?”

Ali grinned wider, spreading her arms. “Anywhere. Everywhere. We will show them what we are.”

Akio laughed. “Fuck it. I’m in.”

And me?

I looked between them, at the impossible girl in her glowing perfection and the sharp-eyed friend I barely recognized anymore.