A tour around the Studio

“All right, so,” I began, “I get that this place is supposed to be able to make a whole new world, and we’re supposed to be able to decide what’s in it. How exactly are we supposed to do that, though?”

“I can make changes at your request, all you need to do is tell me what you want,” Scarlet replied. “However, if you prefer a more hands-on approach…” he made his way to the door in the room with the artist’s brush painted on it and opened it, gesturing for Lillian and me to enter.

We walked inside to find a much larger room full of various creative tools. I immediately spotted an easel, a writing desk, a block of marble and a stool, even a variety of musical instruments. There was much more, so much that it was a bit overwhelming. This was an entire warehouse full of artistic implements with a computer nestled in one corner with a drawing tablet connected, even.

“Hey, wait, can that computer access the internet in our world?” Lillian asked. It was a good question; one I hadn’t even thought of.

“Indeed,” Scarlet nodded. “This is in case you wish to use fictional or non-fictional material from your world as a reference. There are some who create worlds that are populated by characters from fictional universes and having internet access helps. You won’t be able to do any instant messaging or watch anything live, however.”

I couldn’t help but notice the implication that there were other people with mirrors like our new one out there, making their own worlds. There was no way anyone before my grandfather would have been able to access the internet. But I decided not to ask for clarification on that yet, we had bigger fish to fry.

“Otherwise, if you are creative individuals, you can use anything in this room to give inspiration for or directly change the world you create, designing every last detail.” The possibilities were whirling inside my head.

“How would anyone have enough time to design every aspect of an entire world, though?” I asked.

“This studio is timeless, you won’t age here, and time won’t pass here. For that matter, each reality is temporally exclusive. This means that you could spend hundreds of years in the world you create and not age a second in your home world, and the same is true of your creation when you are in your home world. If you’re in the Studio, time won’t pass in either reality.”

Well, that was certainly helpful, and that explained why we wouldn’t be able to send any instant messages or watch livestreams. Time was frozen on our side while we were here, the stream would just be infinitely buffering.

“As a reminder,” Scarlet continued, “if you prefer, you can just tell me what you want to change and I will do it for you more quickly, though it may not be exactly how you imagine it.”

We walked back into the lounge, for lack of better name, and I looked at the door on the other side, with the hanger on it. “And what’s in that room?” I asked, pointing at it.

“It’s a dressing room. You can alter any aspect of your attire or appearance in that room, to make sure you fit in with whatever locals inhabit your world.”

“Attire or appearance?” Lillian repeated, looking at me wide-eyed.

“Correct,” Scarlet smiled, “I see the idea appeals to you, shall we start there, then?”

“Sure,” I nodded, and we made our way through that door.

The room was a simple fifteen-foot-wide and fifteen-foot-tall square room with a large mirror scaling the full height of one of the walls. It didn’t look much like a dressing room, the only other thing that hinted at its purpose besides the mirror was a vanity nestled in the corner, but there were no dressers, closets, or anything that could contain clothes. There was, however, a loveseat facing the mirror.

Lillian turned to Scarlet, eyes practically glittering with wonder, “What exactly can we change about ourselves in here?”

“Anything at all to do with your physical appearance,” the femboy replied, closing the door gently and stepping inside, “and I do mean anything. Your gender, your phenotype, your race; the Studio is even capable of things that would ordinarily be physically impossible in your reality, such as wings that would allow you to fly. It’s important to know that these changes will only apply when in the Studio or in one of your created realities. This place has no control over your reality.”

Lillian then turned her sparkling gaze onto me, a wide-mouthed grin forming on her face. She looked absolutely elated at this news, which did surprise me a little.

“You look excited,” I said, casually probing for the reason.

“Are you kidding? I get to literally be your big-tiddy goth GF now! Scarlet, make my boobs bigger, give me DDs!” Now it made sense to me. In mostly every other way, Lillian had always been very body positive and confident with her looks. However, her chest had always been her only insecurity in that regard. I frankly didn’t think she had anything to worry about, I loved her all the same, but I was the last guy who would be complaining about increased bust size.

Suddenly, Lillian’s chest grew. It all happened in the literal blink of an eye. The top front of her baggy t-shirt she’d been wearing suddenly got a lot tighter. She gasped when she noticed and immediately whipped off her shirt, making her new bigger breasts bounce wildly in front of both Scarlet and me. Then she darted toward the wall-mirror and examined herself.

She really had grown bigger, she had been a b-cup before, but now had a much bigger pair. And they were perfectly natural too, like they had always been that size.

“More!” she demanded, “Make ‘em E-cups!” In another blink they were even bigger now, “Yes! Perfect! Oh my god, Adam, I’m so happy!” she jumped excitedly and immediately seemed to regret it, hunching over a little and wincing, “Oh fuck, okay, I get why these can literally be a pain in the back now.”

“Do they have to be, though?” I wondered and turned to Scarlet. “You said even stuff that normally wouldn’t be possible could be done, could you like, eliminate the back-pain from those? Or make them lighter without changing their size?”

“Easily,” Scarlet replied.

This time there wasn’t any visual confirmation of the change, unless the suddenly brighter expression of my girlfriend counted, “Adam, you’re a genius! It worked!” Just to test, she jumped again, and this time, no wincing even though the boobs were jiggling like mad. She suddenly put her hands on them, to test how they felt, “Oh shit, you gotta come feel these! They’re so fucking soft, dude. In fact they’re even softer than they were a second ago.”

When your girlfriend asks you to come feel her boobs, that’s not a request you turn down. And frankly, I didn’t even want to. It was a bit awkward with the cute femboy as an audience member, but I walked up to her all the same and placed my palms on her new larger pair of breasts. She was right, they really were soft, so pillowy and light too.

“Oh wow, yeah no kidding,” I said.

“I used both suggestions at once, making them lighter while also reducing the back pain, both of these compound to result in little to no strain on the back and neck, as well as making them softer, as it happens. As another side effect, you may notice them bounce a lot more than usual as gravity has less of an impact on them.”

“Yo, Scarlet,” Lillian called, “no matter what sort of world we decide to create, you better make this a universal thing. Women around the world would be so much happier without boob-related back pain, I guarantee it. Nikki complains about it constantly.”

“I will apply these changes,” Scarlet smiled.

Lillian giggled, “I like Scarlet, can we keep him?”

“Only if you’re good and promise to take care of him,” I teased and smiled. I noticed Scarlet blush slightly at the implications of this. I was glad he wasn’t just a complete robot, even if he was just faking the embarrassment, it was still pretty convincing and very cute.

“All right, what about you, stud? What are you changing about yourself?”

That was a difficult question, I’d never really had much issue with the way I looked, the extra fat notwithstanding. “Well, I don’t—”

“If you can’t think of anything, give him a bigger dick, two extra inches,” the moment I even showed the slightest ounce of hesitation, Lillian pounced on the opportunity, making a demand in my stead.

“Changing his body or bodily functions will require his consent, as one of the owners,” Scarlet informed and looked at me expectantly.

“Uh, well, sure. But why?” Almost as soon as I gave permission, I felt my underwear suddenly get tighter.

“I promise you it’s not because you haven’t been satisfying me, it’s just, well, when the offer is on the table, you know? Besides,” she sidled up next to me and slid her hand down into the sweatpants I’d been wearing to grope at my larger package, her newly ballooned breasts pressing against my arm, “can you really blame a girl for wanting an extra scoop or two of her favorite ice cream?” Then she planted a deep and loving kiss on my lips. This whole experience was clearly turning her on.

I supposed that wasn’t a bad thing. I had basically justified being okay with her increased bust size the same way, and I believed her when she said it wasn’t because she wasn’t satisfied.

“Don’t worry, if you don’t like it, we can change it back. I just wanna try it out, you know?” Then she got a look on her face like something just occurred to her, “Wait, Scarlet, are you able to give me a dick?”

“Yes,” he nodded, unfazed by the sight in front of him or the brazen nature of this new question.

“Don’t do it! Not right now, just… curious. Thoughts for later,” Lillian replied, separating from me. “You sure you don’t want anything else changed, stud?”

“I’m good,” I shook my head, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Well, if he doesn’t have anything else, then I have a question. Can you like, make him cum more? Like, a lot more? Quantity, I mean, not frequency.”

I blushed; I actually knew why she was asking about this. Early in our relationship I had confided in her that one of my fantasies was being able to ejaculate a very large amount. I never really knew why I had always wanted this specific quality, but it was true. Lillian seemed to be a lot more comfortable with this situation than I was, and she had always been the more assertive one in our relationship, so it didn’t exactly surprise me that she would be the one to try and make one of my fantasies come true. It warmed my heart but was really embarrassing.

“If he consents to these changes,” Scarlet looked at me expectantly again.

I nodded; I wasn’t about to turn down that offer.

Lillian beamed at me, “My BF is cute and a cum-faucet? I’m one lucky lady.” She giggled.

I made my opinion on the matter known by grasping her hand firmly in mine and squeezing it lovingly, “I’m the lucky one.”

“Any other changes you two would like to make?” Scarlet asked.

Lillian and I looked at each other, but we both shook our heads. “I guess this is enough for now, I’m so excited to get into the thick of things. This is already so wild; I can’t even imagine what it’s gonna be like once we really get into this world-building business.”

“I agree, it’s kind of exciting,” I nodded.