A flurry of creativity and a juicy reward.

According to Scarlet, the Earth equivalent of three days passed as we made our preparations. I say “we”, but the truth of the matter was that Lillian had done most of the work. Between the two of us, she was more creative. She dabbled in writing, art, and even knew how to play the piano. When the two of us played our favorite tabletop roleplaying game, Lairs & Liches, she was always the game master.

That wasn’t to say I hadn’t done anything while Lillian spent the whole three-day period slaving away at the computer furiously taking notes on the world she wanted to create. According to her, I had a really good sense for realism, logic, and continuity. This meant I was a pretty useful person to bounce ideas off of, as I was pretty good at pointing out obvious flaws or making suggestions to bolster the foundation of this world.

However, this role wasn’t necessary all the time, and I didn’t have much to do when she didn’t need me. I would occasionally design a few things here and there, but I wasn’t cut out for it. And it didn’t help that I couldn’t leave the Studio and go back into the real world. According to Scarlet, doing so would cause both of us simultaneously to exit the mirror because of the whole temporal exclusivity thing. It wouldn’t be a problem for one of us to be in the created world and the other in the Studio, but that was only because the Studio could actually manipulate the flow of time in the world we create.

Speaking of the redheaded femboy assistant, I’d spent quite a lot of time with him while I was waiting. I hadn’t done anything especially naughty with him, but that was primarily because Lillian wasn’t, and I figured it would be rude to be getting it on while my girlfriend was in the other room drowning herself in creativity. Thanks to our private conversation I knew she wouldn’t actually mind if I slept around, we were both planning on having a literal harem that we’d share between us in the new world, but it did still feel a little unfair for reasons entirely separate from jealousy. The most I did was grope Scarlet, typically his ass but also his chest, and typically just to alleviate boredom.

I actually sort of felt bad for Lillian. It was clear she was having fun, but it was also a lot of hard, nonstop work. She occasionally took breaks, but neither of us slept, ate, or drank anything besides the **** at the minibar. Evidently, we didn’t need any of those things while we were in the Studio, but either way it made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough to contribute. She would continually say that I shouldn’t worry about it, it would all be worth it when we finally started enjoying this new world together, but I still felt I wasn’t doing enough. Furthermore, I felt like she deserved something extra.

I decided to contribute the best way I knew how, magic items. I’d always been pretty good at coming up with items and artifacts with useful and interesting powers, and doing so here would actually serve a very important purpose when it came to the setting and backstory of our new world. As for the reward for Lillian’s hard work, that was being done in the dressing room with Scarlet’s help, and after three long days it was time to show it off.

“Done!” I heard my girlfriend call from the creator’s room. I was relaxing on one of the sofas in the lounge, watching Scarlet dance sensually on the table in front of me. He really did have some sexy curves on him, especially his butt.

“I’ll be right there,” I called back and then nodded to Scarlet. “Go ahead and change me now,” I whispered.

He stopped dancing and nodded, smiling, before climbing down from the table. In a blink, I had transformed into my new shape and dressed down into a simple pair of briefs and nothing else. I was about to make one of Lillian’s longest-standing fantasies come true. I opened the door and stepped into the room. Since the computer was nestled into the corner directly to the left of the door when one entered it, I turned to face her and leaned on the doorframe, striking what I hoped was a sexy pose.

Lillian was turned away from me in her chair, a text document opened on her monitor and a reference image she’d drawn using the tablet in the background, it looked like a skyscraper but with a fantasy-like design.

“Okay, I’ve gotten just about everything done. The only thing I’m really missing is the other two people that helped us kill the demon lord, but I kinda wanted to bounce some ideas off you about them.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

“Actually, it might be a good idea to make Scarlet one of them,” she finally began to turn around toward me, and her voice faltered a little as she was no doubt realizing that mine had changed slightly. “It would be pretty useful to have him…” then she trailed off once her pretty green eyes were upon me and my new form, “... around.”

What she saw was the result of hours of work spent in the dressing room, at least ten. A tall, slender, but athletic body with subtle but defined muscles. A face with slightly angled and sharp features surrounding a haunting pair of icy blue eyes. A head framed in neatly swept-back dark brown hair behind ears that were pointed at their ends. Across tan skin were a number of tattoos depicting sweeping flourishes and dots in various places like tribal markings. Though the sporty black briefs were covering it, working out the shape of the sizeable bulge she helped create at the groin would be no difficult task. To top it off, the figure before her was smiling enchantingly and enticingly in an expression I had practiced for at least an hour.

Lillian’s face had become an artistic study in the color pink as words almost failed her. “A-Adam?” she squeaked.

I stepped toward her and reached out to lightly caress her cheek with my fingers, “You’ve been working very hard, my lady. I think you’ve earned a little of your ‘favorite ice cream’.”

There was a brief stillness as she stared at me, mouth agape, practically drooling. Her face was so flushed that if this had been an anime, I imagined she’d have a pretty intense spray of blood rocketing from her nose. Then, she exploded into a flurry of movement as she rapidly whipped off the shirt she had been wearing and stood up from the chair so suddenly that I had to put a hand on the arm-rest to stop it from toppling over. Next went her skirt, practically ripped off desperately before she collided into me, pressing her huge new breasts into my new solid abs. It was like a pair of clouds being pressed against a rock wall, and I was the rock wall.

“Fucking, what? What is—” she was freaking out, and I interrupted her by leaning down and planting a deep and heated kiss on her lips. She moaned into the kiss, and I could feel how feverish with desire she had become. Embracing her was like hugging a human-shaped lightbulb. Then, in the heat of passion, she pushed me into the door and leaned against my chest, lightly pinning me to it and desperately pushing her tongue into my mouth and smacking our lips in a heated, messy dance of a make out session.

She continued this for at least ten seconds before she parted, then seemingly after only getting a single glance at my new face she quickly began kissing me again for another few seconds.

“Fuck, dude, what the hell?” she exclaimed, panting after parting lips, “this is not fair, you are so fucking hot.” She placed a hand on one of my pecs and squeezed it, sliding her hand all over my torso with wonder and heated amazement.

“I’d say we’re about even, now,” I grinned and wrapped my arm around her back and pulled her into me, feeling that delightful breast-flesh against my stomach again.

“F-fuck, is this what you’ve been doing in the dressing room all this time?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yeah, but no more questions. What do you say we test out the two extra scoops you gave me?”

“My panties are already on the floor,” she replied. Now that the initial shock of me literally making one of her longest-standing fantasies come true had worn off, her tone had taken on a honey-like sultriness that made me instantly erect. She wasted no time fishing into my briefs and retrieving my package with excited but skilled hands.

Seeing her react the way she did brought an intense warmth and happiness into my heart. The same sort of delighted feeling I always got when giving just the right gift to someone I cared about. This was exactly what the doctor ordered for my horny girlfriend, and I took some pride in knowing I had made the right call.

Her hand was almost desperately stroking my engorged penis, and when I realized I could actually feel the two extra inches she had given me it threw me for a loop. It was like the reverse of that phantom limb syndrome, I wasn’t feeling something that wasn’t there, I was feeling something that hadn’t been there previously. It was kind of a mind-fuck, so I decided to not focus on it too much, after distantly wondering if Lillian was feeling the same way about her breasts. They had a much larger surface area now, after all.

Since my thoughts had brought me there, I lifted my hands and groped her chest, once again becoming enamored with their softness. Lillian had never quite understood it, but every time I felt her boobs it was like the first time, and I never grew tired of feeling them. Now that they were bigger, it was no different. They had the same springy and squishy feeling I was in love with, but an amazing lightness in spite of their size that made them truly fascinating.

“Hehe, I guess we both get new toys to play with, huh?” Lillian asked.

“You can play with your new toy anytime you like,” I said, still somewhat surprised at how sexy my voice sounded even to me.

“F-fuck dude, you can’t just say stuff like that when you look and sound like this. I am drenched right now.”

“Oh? Is that so?” I asked, doing my best to enhance the sexiness in my tone, “Mind if I check?” Without waiting for answer I slid one of my hands from her breast down her belly and toward her wonderful garden.

“You fucking better, after all this—ah—teasing,” her reply was breathy and got cut off toward the end as my fingers lightly brushed her small landing-strip of pubic hair. I spent a moment rubbing this spot and caressing the patch of fur there. This was one of her weak-spots, I knew. For some reason she had always loved the tickling feeling of fingers brushing along her pubes. It was the only reason she kept a small patch there, as otherwise she preferred being cleanly shaven.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I said, staring deep into her gorgeous green eyes.

“Th-that’s my line, you jerk,” she practically moaned.

I gently teased her clit as I gave my reply, “You didn’t stop being the most beautiful woman in the world just because I became a bishi-boy.”

“Fuck off,” she said weakly but her demand was undercut with a giggle and a moan from the teasing of my fingers.

“No matter what happens in this amazing new world you’ve cooked up for us, I just want you to know that I love you, and that’ll never change. I was a broken man before you came into my life and you fixed me.”

She was blushing again, and she spent a few seconds just staring into my own eyes before responding, “I love you too, you’re the best guy a girl could hope for. Now stop teasing me already!” she whimpered this last bit.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked as my fingers continued to lightly scratch at the strip of fuzz just above her womanhood.

“Fuck me.”

That was good enough for me. I leaned forward and swiftly grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her up off the ground, a task that was surprisingly easy with this new fit body. Then I spun around in place and did as she had done to me, pinning her back against the door with a bang and lifting my hips up to slide my lengthy member into her soaking wet peach.

“Fuck me!” she repeated but in a completely different tone, this time being a cry of surprise and pleasure all wrapped up into two words.

Even still, I decided to take it as a command and began thrusting my hips back and forth, feeling myself dive deeper into her than I’d ever been before. This was partly because of our position, one that I never could have hoped to pull off with my previous body, with gravity aiding me in how deep I could penetrate her. But it was also due to the extra two inches I’d gained, that was two extra inches of her soft inner walls that I could feel hugging my cock desperately and lovingly.

She threw her arms over my shoulders and began moaning with each of my thrusts, these being interspersed with “fuck”s and “yes”es every so often. We actually didn’t do this sort of thing all that often, intercourse, I mean. Lillian and I were usually much more interested in foreplay and teasing, and Lillian was both really good at and enjoyed giving me head. I, in turn, really enjoyed worshipping her kitten and practically jumped at every opportunity. That was usually enough for us, but there were times like now when a good old-fashion fucking couldn’t be beat. Besides, this was somewhat of a momentous occasion, all things considered.

This new form was just as much a treat for me as it had been for her. The casual strength of just being able to pull off this maneuver was more than I’d ever be able to manage in the real world. As it stood, I could feel the constant strain of the act of maintaining the weight of a whole adult human being in such an awkward position, but it wasn’t painful, and I could tell that I would be able to keep it up for a lot longer than I even needed to.

Her body had rapidly become slick with sweat, however, so I needed to adjust my grip on her thighs. In doing so, I tossed her upward slightly, which meant when she came back down my rigid pole impaled her deeper and made her moan with ecstacy.

“Fuck, Adam, it’s so good, your cock is so deep,” she groaned in pleasure, “I’m already getting close, faster, c’mon you sexy bastard.” She opened her eyes and stared at me as she said this, seemingly trying to drink in my appearance, like she was **** to believe that someone who looked like I did was actually fucking her. An elven hunk straight from her very dreams.

That was another reason that I was more than happy about this new appearance change. There was no greater feeling than having your girlfriend look at you like that. Her eyes had so much fiery desire I bet it would start burning holes in my skin before long. She was looking at me like that. Granted, it wasn’t my real appearance, but I didn’t care, I could stay looking like this for as long as she liked. I got the feeling I wouldn’t be able to keep Lillian off me which would make the concept of owning a harem pretty interesting.

I certainly didn’t disobey her wishes, picking up my pace and thrusting harder and harder against the wooden door behind her. Both of our breathing was heavy and filled with erotic heat, her own panting being punctuated with occasional, deep moans. She wasn’t the only one nearing the edge, I wouldn’t last much longer like this either.

“Ah, Adam! I’m cumming! Keep going, don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop. With effort I started thrusting my hips harder and harder, doing my best to maximize her pleasure. I also leaned forward and planted my lips on hers, heatedly and passionately kissing my lover. Her moans began vibrating into my own mouth, a sensation I loved, and only drove me closer to my own climax.

Finally, the moment had come, I could no longer hold back. I parted lips with her and groaned as I shot my load directly into her quivering flower. The feeling was incredible.

“Oh, fuck! You’re filling me up!” she shouted and then her moaning became louder but more jagged. Her inner walls began squeezing my member tightly, as if milking everything they could out of me, which was a lot now thanks to the upgrade she gave me in the dressing room.

“I love you,” I couldn’t help but say as I let myself get whisked away by the pleasure of the moment. My ejaculation didn’t end when it normally would, and I could hear the overflowing amount of cum oozing from her pussy dripping onto the hardwood floors below. The feeling of ejaculating for this long was indescribable and delightful, I already felt addicted to it. It also brought with it a strange weakness that orgasms tended to do, which meant I had to really concentrate to keep her held up.

“I love you so fucking much!” she practically yelled this last bit. “I’m still cumming oh my god!” her moans were loud but she was rapidly losing her voice.

We stayed like that for at least another thirty seconds. That’s right, my ejaculation was a full half of a minute long, at least it felt that way. There was a sizeable puddle of creamy white spunk on the floor between my feet. Lillian’s orgasm had petered off long before mine, but she still enjoyed the feeling of getting pumped full of my cum, moaning gently and breathily through the whole experience.

When it ended, I carried her into the lounge and collapsed on the couch with her cuddled in my arms. We stayed there for another ten minutes or so, basking in the afterglow.

“That was just playing dirty,” Lillian commented, finally.

“Oh? Guess I’ll have Scarlet change me back, then.” I teased.

Scarlet, who had been waiting patiently in the room on the opposite sofa, looked to me curiously.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Lillian exclaimed, throwing a hand over my mouth to silence me. But then she blinked and removed the hand, a sheepish look on her face, “Shit, sorry Adam, I’m kinda making it seem like I don’t like how you looked before. That’s kind of mean.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry, I know that’s not what you’re saying. Besides, the way you feel about this look was exactly what I wanted.”

In spite of my forgiveness, she still stretched up to kiss my cheek, her preferred method of apologizing. “I think you’ll be happy to know, then, that the lady downstairs was absolutely drenched the moment I saw you. It’s like you plucked that look right out of my dreams. I thought I was dreaming at first.”

I laughed, “I spent ten hours with Scarlet cooking it up in the dressing room. I was feeling pretty superfluous, so the least I could do was give you a nice reward once you were done with everything.”

“Really? You are the best, babe, but you didn’t need to do that. It may have looked stressful, but I was having the time of my life doing that world-building.”

I nodded, “I know, but that wasn’t the only reason I did this,” I admitted.

She looked at me, eyebrow perked.

“I know you said our agreement earlier was fair, but uh… it’s never gonna feel that way to me. So, to make up for it I uh…” I trailed off, trying to think of the words.

“You basically made yourself look like the perfect representation of the other kind of guys I like,” Lillian finished for me. I was relieved to hear that she didn’t sound to upset at this revelation.

“So, you wouldn’t have to miss out,” I said.

Lillian chuckled to herself and shook her head in exasperation, “I don’t think you’ll ever believe me no matter how many times I say it, but I really lucked out with you. I still don’t think you needed to worry about it, but part of me is happy that you did. Thanks for being you, in spite of everything, babe.” She pulled herself up and kissed me on the lips this time, “And rest assured, I wasn’t going to complain before, but there’s definitely no chance in hell I will if you keep that look. Even if it doesn’t match up with the all-elf-guys-are-femboys idea we came up with.”

“I thought about that, I decided that I’d be a half-elf. I figure they’d at least be able to be somewhat masculine pretty-boys.”

“Oh! Yeah, that works out great! I hadn’t even considered what might happen with half-elves, that’s a nice idea.”

I smiled, “Good.” Then I turned to Scarlet, who was smiling slightly at our display, “Mind dancing for us again?”

The femboy nodded before standing up and climbing onto the table again. Without hesitation he began swaying his hips and stepping to a silent tune. His movements were erotic and deliberate, with just a hint of tease to them, especially with regard to his supple rear. He was also smiling in a way that was both sexy but also genuine. He truly seemed to like doing this.

“Damn,” Lillian commented staring at the redheaded femboy’s movements, “he’s got an amazing ass.”

“Right? So, before I turned you into the Niagara Falls it sounded like you wanted to work out the last details of your worldbuilding.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s mostly just stuff about our group. I figure it would be more believable if it was a full party of people who took down the demon lord and not just us.”

“Makes sense,” I agreed.

The idea she had going so far was that the setting was going to be a magitech fantasy world that was finally in a time of peace thanks to a group of people banding together to destroy the evil demon overlord. The plan was that we were part of that band of champions, and everyone revered us as heroes. There was more to it than that, but that was the basic gist anyway.

“I figured it might be a smart idea to keep Scarlet around in some form or another in that world, so he could be one of the other two people that helped us,” Lillian continued.

“That can be done,” Scarlet said.

“But I have no idea what to do about the last person. I was kinda hoping you’d have some ideas.”

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. Coming up with an entirely new person was certainly daunting. But that’s when it hit me, we didn’t need to come up with someone completely new. Oddly this came from the same train of thought about what I would have done with this place if Lillian and I were still dating and I found this place. We could make a copy of someone.

“Lill, I know just what to do.”