Three Bored Girls: She Sleeps On It

Bianca woke up Saturday morning sandwiched between her two roommates, a hand resting on the generous bottom of each. Yesterday came back to her like a slowly remembered fever dream. It scarcely seemed believable, but the proof it all really had happened lay on either side of her.

Now, this I could get used to, she thought as she settled back between them. Ash made a sleepy noise, nuzzling in close to her breasts, while Erica turned over on her side, taking most of the covers with her.

She lay back, contented. She knew on some level that her attitude toward the girls was nothing more than the programming that came with her changes. But the thrill of having the two beautiful women under her thumb was intoxicating. She…

Shit!

It was Saturday. A class day. Looking over at the digital clock by her bed, she suddenly realized she had to start teaching in less than two hours. She shot upright, climbing over Ash as gingerly as she could.

“Where are you going?” The blonde’s tired, pouty voice called after her.

“Gotta class to teach,” Bianca said, turning back to her. “Love to stay and play with my new toys, but I’ve gotta job to go do.”

“Oh…” Ash said, her blue eyes turning away from Bianca’s. “Well, good luck.”

Bianca paused as she wrapped a towel around her waist.. Ash was acting odd. And she had gotten the app back from her. She picked some workout clothes to slip into.

“Anything I should be aware of before my class starts?”

Ash bit her lip. God, she looked so cute with her hair all tousled as it was.

“Is that an order to tell me what you did?”

She thought about it for a moment. At first she thought she’d let the changes come as a surprise. Piecing them out for herself was oddly fun. But she thought better of it, realizing this would be a good time to test what Erica had done to Ash.

“Yeah. Tell me what you did.”

“Yes, mistress.” Came her automatic reply, stirring something in Bianca. Yeah, that was one sentence she could absolutely get used to hearing from her new maid.

“I made you more take charge,” Ash admitted. “You’re going to act like a mistress to us now. Probably other girls too.”

She seemed sheepish about it, but Bianca only grinned. That explained the feelings she had when she bossed the two around last night. And why she delighted in the little moan that escaped Ashe’s lips now. So Ash got off on being bossed around she’d get off on doing the bossing.

Towel firmly affixed, she sauntered over to Ash, lifting her chin with her outstretched fingers. Ash gave her a longing, puppy dog look that made her want to pin the girl right there.

“You go back to sleep. I want you nice and rested for the work you’ve gotta do,” She said, “When you wake up, put on the skimpiest, sexiest outfit you can make and a nice tall pair of heels. I want my room, the living room and the bathroom all spotless. And if I come up here for breaks or water or anything, I want to see you looking good doing it.”

Ash’s breathing grew heavier, but her eyes fluttered.

“Yes...mistress.” She said with a yawn.

Bianca watched in surprise as she settled back into bed, drifting off to sleep on command. They could do that to her? Fascinating...and arousing.

“Oh, f-fuuuck.” She groaned, her body convulsing in orgasm.

She sat at Ash’s tucked Ash in, then made her way out. She needed to shower and stretch for the class ahead.

******

Ash woke up confused. One moment she’d been chatting with Bianca, the next sleep just washed over her. Then she remembered. It was the command. Apparently someone telling her to go to sleep was all it took now. She wondered what other sorts of things she could be physically compelled to do, a familiar flush of heat spreading through her as she thought of the ways she could experiment with it.

She looked up to find Erica standing beside the bed. She was back to normal now, her exaggerated doll form having reverted to her more slender, natural shape. She was getting dressed in the clothes she’d worn yesterday, apparently themselves having changed from the skimpy lingerie that hid her anatomical features to the geeky-yet-sexy apparel she’d started in.

“Good morning,” Ash said with a smile.

“Sure,” Erica responded without looking at her.

Ash felt a familiar flash of irritation at the flippant way she always seemed to treat her. But it quickly turned to guilt when she remembered the events of the previous evening.

“Oh God...Erica, I’m so sorry.” She said, trying to find a way to apologize for taking advantage of her that didn’t sound so honestly incriminating.

Erica turned toward her, irritated.

“For what? Last night?” She asked. “Stop apologizing, holy shit.”

Ash sat up, blushing. She pulled a blanked to her bare breasts.

“Look, I’m s…” She began before catching herself, “Certainly not trying to get on your nerves, but...you’re not even a little mad that we...y’know…”

Erica sighed.

“It’s fine, really. I wanted it. Wanted it under some mind fuckery, but definitely seriously. It was fun.”

Something she’d said last night occurred to Ash.

“So….last night wasn’t your first time? With a girl I mean.”

“Nope.” Erica answered simply, pulling a shirt over her head.

Ash giggled.

“Oooh, come on now. Give me details,” She prodded. “I’m curious!”

Erica shrugged.

“Not much to tell. I’ve experimented. It’s enjoyable enough, I suppose.”

“Oh...well, I guess I’d always assumed you were straight. That was probably a bit presumptuous of me, so I apologize.”

“I’m not sure I’m anything, really. So your apology is accepted,” Erica said. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for my stream. It starts in a few hours, which I presume is why I’ve returned to normal.”

“Not an anything, huh. I appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to tell me that.”

Erica gave her a look.

“It’s not exactly a state secret. I’ve talked about it on the stream sometimes.”

“Oh...well...still, it’s nice to get to you know a bit better.” Ash tried with a sigh. Damn but Erica could be difficult. “Good luck on the stream, I guess. Let me see what you end up as!”

“Sure,” Erica agreed. “Good luck with...whatever you get up to.”

She departed then and Ash got up with a sigh, letting the blankets drop from her naked body. Despite all that had happened, she was embarrassed about the skimpy little maid outfits she was stuck wearing until that change wore off, and she mortified at what Bianca had asked her to wear around the apartment. Still, her ‘mistress’ commanded it, so here she was.

Ash slipped on a lacy pair of white cotton boyshorts and plain bra, only to watch them transform into a lacy, high waisted black pair of panties with a white lace up back that left her ass exposed, and a matching push up bra with a white ribbon cutely tied on the front. That done, she found one of her cutest pair of strappy heels and slipped them on, unsurprised to see them turn black as she slipped them on. She found, to her surprise, that dressing up like this was turning her on, each article giving her a little rush of arousal as she slipped it on.

As soon as the second shoe slipped into place, her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. Her knees buckled as the pleasure washed over her, overwhelming any other thoughts she had. She cried out, barely catching herself on herself on the closet frame as she toppled forward.

“Ohmygod,” She said quickly as she straightened, trying to catch her breath. “Oh. My. God.”

She steadied herself, shaking her head, only then noticing that her hair had styled itself into loose waves that framed her face. Well, at least she had a suspicion as to what her latest change was. She had no way of knowing exactly what had triggered that, but these fireworks (and, now that she thought about it, her thrill at playing dress up despite how embarrassing this all was) certainly suggested that she was getting off on her commands now.

It was only when she grabbed her phone to leave the bedroom that she saw the second side effect of her transformation. There was a notification on it from the Hot Potato app; not informing her of a change, this time, but of something altogether new to her experience with it.

”Congratulations!” some text read in garish rainbow font. Obeying your mistresses has earned you the following!

1. 200 App Points

2. $25

Keep up the good work!

She blinked. She’d earned $25 just by putting on some lingerie? That was damn good hourly pay, and she’d earned it just for slipping on something sexy. The points in the app were a nice bonus, but the money…a quick check of her bank account confirmed that an unknown source had dropped a little more than $22 in her account (taxes had apparently even been accounted for).

Suddenly, this situation was taking on a new light. Ash was **** for work. She’d needed something, with her unemployment running low and her field decimated. Being a sexy maid for her roommates was pretty far from her dream job, but the humiliating change now looked like a golden thread of hope.

Ash felt her heart flutter with excitement; this could be huge! Bianca had given her even more orders to follow that morning. Were they gonna pay her too? There was really only one way to find out. She finished collecting herself, turned toward the door and went on her way to clean the apartment like the good little maid she was increasingly becoming.

*****

Bianca went through her stretch routine as the various people in her class (mostly women) filed into her stream. She was so ready for this to be over. It was income, but talking to a computer screen would never feel as honest or personal as the face to face connection she once had with her students.

Not for the first time, the thought of inviting some of her most loyal students to an in person class crossed her mind. It would violate state, county and city protocol but fuck it. Her rivals were all doing it anyway.

She sighed, dismissing the notion. Her reputation was stellar and one person ratting her out was all it would take to cause problems. And keeping the weirdness upstairs contained was a good enough reason to have her classes at a distance for the time being. Still, she missed that energy, that charge she could feed off of. It just wasn’t the same.

“Okay, everyone!” She called out with an enthusiasm she didn’t really feel. “Stretching time’s over. Let’s get into it!”

She began her class, opening with a heavy lunge exercise. Forward, backward, forward, backward. It was an intense exercise to start with, but Bianca believed in doing heavy work early. It got the blood and adrenaline pumping. Got them breathing heavy. Set the bar.

As she lunged back and forth in time with her students, she began to feel something strange. Her muscles were tightening and...changing, somehow. The exercise became easier as her body grew even more toned. Looking down, she could see her toned four pack multiply into a six. Her glutes, already well developed, thickened slightly, her ass bulging outward. Her arms gained muscle.

Bianca felt panicked. The changes were subtle but far from unnoticeable. She lost her rhythm momentarily, flailing to regain it. Had anyone seen? Had anyone noticed?

If they did, nobody said anything. She could see the splintered screens of a dozen class participants, none of whom seemed to notice the transformation she was undergoing. What on earth was causing this?

She decided she couldn’t let it affect her. It would draw attention to what was happening.

“Alright people!” She said, pulling up a fist to call an end to the routine. “Everyone take a two minute breather.”

Was it her imagination that her voice was a bit deeper? The room around her a bit smaller? Had she grown taller? She thought so, though the change was hardly magnitudinous. Anxiously, she watched her chats and mentions, curious to see if anyone pointed out the strange changes she underwent. It seemed, for the moment, that none of them did.

Breathing relief, she prepared for the next routine, unaware of the feelings stirring in her current students.

*****

She vacuumed the floor. Dusted the surfaces. Cleaned the windows. She even lifted and vacuumed the couch and chair cushions, finding spare coins, the remote that had gone missing and enough bobby pins to supply a girls’ dormitory. She got the living room as clean as it had been since early after they’d moved in together.

Now, she cleaned off the living room coffee table, Ash felt the same mounting sensation that the other chores had produced. It started as stiffening between her thighs as she applied the cleaner; a flush of heat that built and built as she wiped it down. Before long she was aching with desire, subconsciously scrubbing even harder, to complete the job as thoroughly as possible so that her reward would be even greater. She moaned without realizing it, her world zeroing in on every little spot to be scrubbed clean.

“Aaaaaaah” She cried, doubling over as she came. She slipped to the floor, knees turning to jello, and lay on it panting in the aftermath.

Jesus... she thought through the cobwebs. I’m not even done with the first room yet.

At this rate she’d be **** before she got done with the bathroom.

“You havin fun there, champ?” A voice asked her.

Groggily, Ash **** herself up, where she found Erica looking down at her, a cup of coffee in her hand.

“I...Erica..” Ash said, blushing furiously. “Did you see...y’know..”

“All of it? Yeah. Tried to ignore it but you’re being kinda loud.”

Ash apologized profusely.

“I’m so sorry. I really don’t mean to be.”

Erica arched an eyebrow at her.

“I’m guessing that little number was Bianca’s doing?” She said, wiggling a finger to indicate her outfit.

Ash nodded.

“This is so embarrassing…”

Erica looked puzzled.

“Why? You can’t help it anymore than I could that little doll act earlier.”

“I know, it’s just...it’s not me. It’s really hot but…”

Erica held up a hand to stop her.

“Look, it’s fine. Just keep it down a bit. Gotta stream starting in a few.”

Ash nodded vigorously, for once grateful for her roommate’s aloofness. Cold she might be, but at least she didn’t judge.

“Yes mistress,” Ash said as Erica departed for her belltower.

With her head now reasonably cleared, Ash crawled over to her phone. There were a slew of performance notifications like the one from earlier. Apparently, she’d earned $10 for cleaning the table, $20 for the couches and another $8 for the dusting. Not bad considering she’d only been at it for about and hour and a half. She’d made even more in app points.

This could be her job! Not one she’d want for long, of course, but definitely something to get her through her tough spot. It could tide her over until her real job came back.

Still, there was an alert too; one that threatened wage garnishment if she didn’t finish the rest of her orders in time. Bianca only had one more class today, and she somehow needed to get the bathroom and her mistress’ new bedroom done by the end of it.

Ash let out a pitiful moan as she struggled up on wobbly legs. Then, took a deep breath, and headed off to the bathroom.

*****

Bianca wiped the sweat from her brow.

“Good work, everyone!” She said, congratulating her class. “You all did great today! I’ll see you next week.”

One by one, the little screens on her Zoom feed flickered out. It was her last class of the day, and everyone was headed off to enjoy their weekends. Bianca was as well, and had a particular little maid in mind as someone who could help her kick it off.

First thing first, though, she needed a shower. She turned to head up the stairs...and found herself face to face with her own reflection.

She was tall now. Probably close to 6 feet, if she had to judge. Her arms and legs rippled with lean, muscle like a panther’s and her midsection, once toned, now bore a six pack. It wasn’t all increased fitness, though. Her breasts looked almost as large as Ash’s now, and her ass and thighs had thickened to give her a distinctive hourglass shape. She even thought her lips were a bit puffier.

Bianca was still herself. She could recognize herself in the mirror, but it was a very different version of herself. It was like someone had made a version of Wonder Woman in her image. She had to get clean, and the sooner she did, the sooner she could show off to someone who knew would appreciate her.

To her surprise, she found her in the bathroom, curled up in a little ball in their bath/shower combo. She wore cleaning gloves tucked under her head, a bucked of suddy water resting next to the tub, a sponge floating in it lazily.

“Ash?” Bianca asked.

The blonde’s eyelids fluttered.

“Mmm...Bianca…” She said with a smile. Her pretty blue eyes went wide as they saw Bianca and she sat up straight.

“Bianca? Oh my god, what happened to you?” She asked.

Bianca shrugged.

“Not sure. Just sorta happened to me while I was in class.” she said. “Think it’s a side effect to one of the changes I bought. I just kept getting more like this as I taught and it was so slow I didn’t notice how out of hand it got until class was over.”

“You’re so...hulky.” Ash said with a frown.

Bianca cocked an eyebrow.

“You look disappointed.”

“No! I mean...not really,” Ash stammered. “Maybe a little. It’s maybe not my type, you know?”

Bianca grinned as she stepped forward. Ash was avoiding gaze, so Bianca placed her fingers beneath her chin and pulled it up so their eyes met.

“I bet I can change your tune on that.”

She wrapped her hands around Ash’s waist and used her heightened strength to pull her out of the tub. Ash gasped as Bianca pinned her against the wall, gently but firmly, and planted a kiss on her rosy lips.

“Bianca...the bathroom…” Ash moaned between kisses. “I didn’t even…”

“You’re relieved,” Bianca whispered in her ear. “Your only job right now is to give my new look a test drive.”

She cut Ash off with a kiss before she could mutter her standard reply. The blonde’s thighs wrapped around her hips, and Bianca carried her off to her bedroom.