Upstairs then... Upstairs?

You walk up the stairs with Sephora and Rebecca. But then, you see your front door in an odd place. It is still in the wall, where you expected it. But it is not at the top of the stairs like it was before. Now, the stairs extend further upward.

You look at the two of them, equally shocked as you are. Sephora answers first, cutting through the silence. "Well, I mean, we should check it out, right? There's no sense in leaving it unknown to bite us in the ass later right?"

Part of you knows that she's right, but there was something else. You wanted to go to your bedroom, if only to handle this erection you'd sported since you saw Erica bound to that milking bench. You wanted to watch with the app, as her breasts were played with by an invisible lover, as her pussy grew wetter as she was turned into a cow, as her body and mind fought for control.

But as you look at the two of them, your desire wanes. You need to help them. This is your mess after all. "Let's go, I'll lead." You say this, walking out in front, a knight in shining armor on the surface, the dastardly rogue in fact if not intent.

There is no door at the top, but an entrance way. Beyond the threshold, you can see... a gym. Not quite a full fitness center, but a good home gym with enough machines to serve any necessity. The walls are lined with mirrors. But that is just what you can see from here. And first and foremost, you see that the door is not a door, but a purple mist, thick enough to be clearly visible, the mist swirling like some special effect in front of you. To you and the two women behind you, you know it is very real.

Your hand reaches toward the purple mist. Sephora's arm catches you from behind. "What are you doing?! What if it does something like melts your arm?" You stop for a second, thinking about that. She could be right. Although... "I thought we said we'd explore? And if the damn phones wanted to kill us, they could've done it at any point. Any of these stairs could've been booby trapped. No, I think if they want to inflict pain, they will rub it in our faces first."

She lets go, realizing you're right. So it is that your hand goes to the purple mist, hesitating for a bit, before pushing your hand through it. And then... nothing. You pull it out, to find your hand is still there. You wiggle your fingers, still moving, still feeling your palm beneath them. "Nothing." You breath in, before letting it out. "Well, there's only one more step to take. Hopefully I don't end up in Narnia." And with that, you jump through the door.

You had closed your eyes, bracing yourself for some backfire, if not pain then something like hitting a brick wall. So it is that the sensation you feel... feels odd. No pain, but a light breeze along your knees. You open your eyes, looking down at yourself. You are wearing black cotton shorts with no underwear, and a black tank top. You turn to look at the two of them. They are looking at you, as you show a thumbs up while saying, "I guess it just changes your clothes."

Rebecca needs no further invitation. She was used to exercising, and given the chance she would spring for the chance. So she jumps through. Her clothes turn to light before resettling. Her outfit is... different. A spandex sports bra and shorts that can barely be called shorts, more bikini bottoms that don't cut off. You could swear you see the outline of her nipple and you can only imagine the bottoms are just as tight. Before you can say anything, Sephora joins you, and she is dressed in similar attire. Her breasts look lovely in it, held and squeezed in just the most erotic way. And you can imagine Rebecca's ass must be just as succulent looking in that outfit...

"Uh, I guess the dress codes are different for women and men." Rebecca says this shyly, as she tries to cover herself. You almost fall over as she turns to hide herself, only to show her lovely ass, the shorts burying themselves in between the two globes of beautiful muscle. She mentions something that takes your mind off your hardening cock. "What's that?"

Her finger points to what looks like an ipad built into the wall. As you walk up, you press it, and it reveals it is basically that, although you doubt hell buys apple products. Or maybe they do, you never really felt too strongly on the whole pc vs mac wars. Anyways, the tablet turns on, and you see it looks like a limited version of the app. But it is just a single screen.

Rules for the Gym

Appropriate Clothing will be worn in the Gym

The strong rule the gym, any order given by someone stronger must be followed. Failures will result in punishments.

You turn to the two of them. You are technically bigger than both of them, and while you might not be as fit, you probably could bench more than Rebecca. Does that mean you could order them when they are in this room?

Sephora vocalizes the confusion first. "That's a weird rule, I wonder who I'd be counted as stronger than? Olivia definitely, but maybe also Erica? I don't think I win against either of you two." She says this last sentence with an air of teasing acceptance. Of course, she would, you wouldn't order them around in here, you're a nice guy as far as they know.

You get nervous. "Uh, I have to leave. We explored, and we found a gym. I know Rebecca's happy, but I think I'd rather let her have the run of the place without me looking at her." Sephora steps in, retorting quickly, "Yeah, you're not the only one with eyes. We can see what her body is doing to you, unless you want to tell us you have a baton in your pocket. Maybe I should stop calling you, Mr. Toilet Seat and call you Mr. Baton."

Damn her and her witty comebacks. Your loose shorts were tented as you looked at Rebecca, as you thought of what you could do to them with that rule. You mutter out a small, "Sorry" before moving toward the door. You step through the purple smoke again, your clothes back to normal, turning and looking back only to see the two of them waving at you. And with that, you now have a reason to go back to your room.