We check in on Jessie.

- Five Hours Later -

Jessie let out a long satisfied yawn and slowly stretched her arms and legs out amongst the silky bed-coverings that her body was underneath. Consciousness began to creep back into her mind, and the first thing that registered to her was how good she felt, and how amazing the fleeting memories of her dreams had just been. They were so vivid, so real, and yet…

By the time Jessie’s eyes were opening to the darkness surrounding her, Jessie had forgotten what they’d been about, and the intense rush of endorphins flooding her brain kicked back into full overdrive as her overall blood circulation returned to normal levels.

“Oh, fuck...” She whispered in a whimper, rolling onto her side as her hands slowly slithered down to her aching, pulsating, and cock-starved pussy. Jessie could barely think straight, her mind beginning to melt once more as it was overcome by the unending orgasm that Jesibelle had plagued her with.

This wasn’t good, Jessie realized, wondering where in the hell her bimbo and gothic sister were while she was laying there and making a mess of her new bed sheets. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, the rapid beating of her heart were the only sounds that she could hear, and even her featureless, pitch-black surroundings somehow managed to be spinning around her. Jessie wasn’t panicked, but she was certainly fearful, and desperately wanted some relief. Whether that relief came in the form of her orgasm ceasing, or that of a long, thick dick getting drilled into her to fill the vast emptiness she felt in her abdomen. She almost didn’t care which, she needed something, she needed to do something, anything at all besides lay there and just mindlessly cum whatever was left of her brains away.

It took every ounce of her strength and willpower to manage the task, but slowly, carefully, Jessie managed to slide out of bed. When her feet touched the carpet, it almost stung compared to how magnificently soft her bed was. Although, when Jessie stood up completely and put weight on her legs, they went limp, and she collapsed forward onto the floor.

Now that stung, Jessie helplessly thought to herself with wide teary eyes.

Apparently cumming for hours on end had sent her physical senses into hyper-drive, and she was keenly aware of every millimeter of the stiff carpeting pressing up against her hands and knees. Jessie found enough strength to attempt the task again, but the results were the same, unable to find any balance at all while up on her own two feet. She crashed back down to the floor, letting out a few moaning sobs after the harsh landing.

It was all too much, Jessie thought, tears streaming down her cheeks as she **** herself to crawl forward. She wanted it all to stop, but at the same time, she didn’t. She wanted more than anything to be able to withstand the onslaught of pleasure radiating from her midsection, to be able to take each nerve-wracking wave of euphoria in stride and go about her evening like everything was relatively normal.

She fumbled around with the doorknob once her hands and knees had carried her to the bedroom’s exit, barely able to simply lift her head up enough to see where exactly she was reaching. Jessie eventually succeeded, turning the brass handle and pulling open her door. It was still strangely just dark in the short hallway as it was in her room, and there weren’t any sounds at all coming from anywhere else in the house.

That wasn’t a good sign, she thought, now actually starting to panic.

Those two didn’t go out somewhere and just leave her in the apartment like this, did they?!

Oh no, no no no nononoNO!

“Goddamn it, Jesibelle!” Jessie tried to angrily shout, but her current state made it sound like she was crying out her name with want, and need. “Where the fuck are you?!”

A gasp that came from the living room almost put Jessie’s mind at ease, and the brunette crossed her arms in front of her and groaned as she let her upper body relax and her head fall down onto them while her big ass was still propped up in the air behind her.

“Thank fuck…” Jessie whispered, lightly chuckling. At least this wet-nightmare was about to be over.

And after the longest few seconds of her life, the world around her felt as though it came to a screeching halt.

In a single instant, Jessie was fine.

She stopped cumming, touching the cheap carpet below wasn’t horribly unpleasant anymore, and she didn’t have any problem at all forming coherent thoughts.

The wondrous power of Master PC at work, Jessie thought to herself with a deep sigh of genuine relief. Even though it was the thing that’d ultimately got her into that situation, she was more than grateful it was still around to fix the damage that’d been caused by it. Judging by the lack of vocal commands that would’ve shut off her perma-gasm, she could only assume that Jessica was the one that’d returned her to normal, Jessie thought as she rose up to her feet once more. Well, maybe “normal” was too strong of a word to use, considering that her legs continued to malfunction each time she tried to stand upright. After hitting the floor with a hard thud and an audible 'oof' escaping her lips, Jessie sighed with exasperation as she lay face-down on the carpet.

“Are you okay over there?” An odd sounding voice called out to her from the living room. “I used the program to make it so that your vitals are normal.”

Jessie slowly lifted her body up from the carpet with her brow furrowed, slightly put-off by what she was hearing. That was definitely her voice, she thought, but why did it have a distinct, sweet, southern accent blended in? … Did Jesibelle give that to Jessica because she thought it was hot, or for a laugh? Without a word, Jessie crawled forward on her hands and knees until she reached the living room. There, she found someone who she wasn’t expecting to see.

A clone. A taller, red-headed, freckle-faced clone, one who was watching TV while sitting in the center of the couch with the lights around her turned off. She had her head turned and was gazing at the suspicious Jessie with a sincere look of concern on her face, wearing only one of Jessie’s white towels around her body with the laptop open and running in her lap.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jessie asked, her eyes narrowed and focused as she scanned the amazonian ginger’s appearance, her tone implying that she was confused more than anything. “And where are the others?”

“I-I’m Jess!” She said, sitting upright at attention rather quickly, almost causing the laptop to fall right out of her lap and onto the floor, but her reflexes responded instantly and precisely, and her arm bolted forward to catch the device just as it tipped far back enough for the screen to be completely horizontal, never breaking eye contact with Jessie. “And they’re asleep in my room.”

The clone’s expression had flipped from somber and worried and to wide-eyed and guilty in a flash at Jessie’s question, and she suddenly had twenty more to ask this strange version of herself after realizing that.

Although it was tricky to come off and powerful and intimidating to someone with a God-tier reality-bending computer program at their fingertips, especially when one were **** to walk on all fours and were at the complete mercy of said someone, Jessie realized before responding to her second, confusing answer.

“Wait, I just came from my room, the only room in the house.” Jessie said, a little bit more than confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, right!” Jess said, her face lighting up with an eager, beautiful smile. “I used Master PC to revive certain unused assets from our conjoined universes, turning them into pocket dimensions that only our individual selves can access.”

“Uh…” Jessie sighed, lowering her head and using a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. “Wut?”

“All four of us have our own rooms, and the other two Jess’ss’s are in my room.” Jess said, crossing her arms over her busty freckled chest with pride. “If any of us touch the doorknob to our room, then the portal to that specific person’s room will be accessed. But, if either of them tried to leave my room, they would wind up in the very hallway that you wound up in after having just left your own. It’s pretty interesting how all of this works actually, because I learned that if we-”

“Don’t care. Shut up.” Jessie sighed, her eyes tired and her tone flat as she’d closed the gab between them and reached forward to close the laptop. After that, Jessie pushed the computer off into the empty seat next to her and crawled onto the couch, curling up in a comfortable position as her head relaxed on top of Jess’ plush lap. Jessie didn’t care; she was just too burnt out from everything without getting any actual, peaceful rest in quite some time. “Play with my hair, and let me take a nap here.”

“I, uhh… O-Okay…” Jess said, her face freckled face blushing a bright pink and her hands raising up awkwardly as soon as Jessie laid her head down. Jess timidly lowered one of her nervous, shaky hands, using it to gently rake her fingers through the shallowest depths of Jessie’s long, brunette hair. Once she nestled Jess’ thighs and softly moaned with approval, she took a deep breath and slowly began to fully stroke Jessie’s hair, almost petting the shorter girl that was using her bubbly thighs as a lap pillow.

“We can talk about it when I wake up… Just… Let me have this, for right now…”

“S-Sure?” Jess said, smiling nervously as the rest of her body was doing a fairly decent job at relaxing itself to Jessie’s touch. “We all need a break sometimes, I suppose.”