Same roommates, new life, new rules

When the increasingly familiar sense of spherical vertigo subsided, I found myself standing in front of the mirror on my room. My earlier assessment of the Studio’s work seemed to be accurate, it felt perfectly real. Just to be sure, I grabbed my phone and found the new contact “Alex” followed by a heart emoticon. A nice touch, and all the proof I needed that this, indeed, was Reality One.

The fact that this world appeared in every sense to be perfectly real made me disturbingly curious about my own reality, and whether or not it was also the creation of someone else’s studio. I realized with some measure of existential discomfort that there really would be no way for a resident of such a manufactured reality to know for sure.

Shaking the thought away from my head, I decided that it wasn’t worth dwelling on. I got to be in charge of my own reality now, I didn’t even have to return to Reality Zero if I didn’t want to, time was suspended there while I was here. It made me curious about why my grandfather ever bothered to leave.

My phone beeped as a text came. I opened it up to find it hailing from Alex.

You seem to be deep in thought.

I smiled, even though Alex was capable of speaking directly into my mind, I decided to keep that for emergencies. I wanted him to feel like my boyfriend as much as possible.

Yeah. I replied noncommittally.

Let me know when you want me to arrive, I assume you want to get a feel for your roommates, perhaps literally, before introducing me into the equation.

Excellent guesswork. That sounds good.

No problem, take your time, love. Alex sent.

I told him before bringing me here to drop the “Master” title. It might seem awkward given that we were just meant to be lovers. I cocked my head slightly and smiled. Just send me a pic of that ass.

Almost immediately a photo got sent in reply. It was an upskirt shot revealing Alex’s lightly freckled and perfectly round ass and thighs. I could tell from the background that Alex also rather cleverly made it appear like he was in transit on a bus. That way if anyone saw the photo and the time stamp it wouldn’t look unsual. The picture was followed quickly by an embarrassed emoticon.

Sexy. Thanks babe. I sent back.

Now that my eagerness was in full ****, and I even felt a little horny, I stepped out of my room and into my apartment proper. All of the rooms of the apartment opened up into the living-room and kitchen area, so I could already see one of my roommates lounging on the sofa and watching television.

Even though her physique had changed rather dramatically, it wasn’t difficult to identify the distinctive stylistic choices of Heather, the first of my two roommates. The features about her that hadn’t been altered were the short spiky brown hair, her mesmerizingly haunting ice blue eyes, pale skin, thick eyeliner without any eyeshadow, matte dark red lipstick, a pierced eyebrow, and her classic thick-rimmed black glasses.

The aspects of her that had changed were significant. The increased metabolism did her great favors, as she had previously been a bit on the huskier side. Now she was slender and incredibly thin. Truly if not for her distinctive style I wouldn’t have even recognized her. In addition, her breasts were larger, or at least larger in proportion to her new slimmed down body. I’d never truly known what her cup size was before, but it was definitely at least a C-cup now I guessed. I could get a sense for their shape and size pretty easily, as it happened, because all that was covering them was a thin and loose tank top with large neck and arm holes that exposed lots of her skin. On her legs she was wearing yoga pants that hugged her thighs, which were still pretty thick, now that I got a good look at them.

“Hey Kirk.” She greeted me and smiled before turning back to the TV. Of my two roommates, Heather was the one I got along with the best. We had some of the same hobbies and the two of us had been friends since high school. I was honestly pretty shocked when she had turned me down to be my girlfriend, we seemed to get along just perfectly.

“Where’s Terra?” I asked casually as I made my way behind her part of the sofa.

“Shower.” Heather replied. Now that she mentioned it, I could hear the trickling sound of our shower from across the room. “Should be out soon, though. Why?”

“I have a little announcement to make.” I replied distantly. My heart was pounding, this was the moment of truth. I was just about to move my hand toward her shoulder when she tilted her head back to look up at me above her, she seemed curious about what I was doing there, it wasn’t a common spot for me.

Swallowing my fears, acutely aware that if this much of my world had changed I really didn’t have anything truly to be afraid of, I plunged my hand downward and grabbed one of Heather’s breasts. It was amazingly soft and light, in fact it felt different than a normal breast would, not that I had felt many in my lifetime yet. It took me a second to realize that evidently making the breasts cause fewer back problems literally made them lighter and softer. While this change wasn’t intentional, I enjoyed it nonetheless.

“Oh.” Heather said as she looked down at the invader at her chest. “I was wondering why you were standing there.” Turning her head back to face the TV, she adjusted her sitting position on the couch, actually puffing her chest out more, effectively pushing her breast into my hand for a better feel.

I took the invitation in stride, squeezing and rubbing the soft flesh of her breast over the thin fabric of her top and then moving my hand to the other one to confirm their symmetry. I was feeling a bit ballsy now, and decided to stress-test the situation.

“So, you don’t mind me fondling you like this?” I asked, bringing my other hand down to join in as well. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples against my hands now.

“Nah,” Heather replied, casually, “it’s kinda relaxing actually.”

My erect cock was practically ripping a hole in my shorts now. I had no idea that it could be so satisfying and so hot to not only have someone allow me to do this, but actually be on board for it. After about a minute more of casual fondling, right as soon as I was about to slip my hands into the arm-holes of Heather’s tank-top to feel her breasts directly, I heard the door to the bathroom open. The sudden sound and my unthinking reflexes made me withdraw my hands as though I had been caught doing something wrong, forgetting that I didn’t have anything to worry about.

My second roommate, Terra, was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around her figure. I wasn’t at all surprised to find that Terra’s appearance hadn’t changed much. She still had the same back-length raven black hair, lightly sun-kissed skin, and impressively muscled figure. The only real difference that I could see was that her breasts were slightly larger, but even that was difficult to tell with the towel wrapped around her. She didn’t look embarrassed at all to be caught nearly naked.

She peered at me with her hazel eyes, something bordering on suspicion in her gaze. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Heather turned to Terra who had emerged from a door to her left. “Kirk was fondling me.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” The suspicion immediately vanished from Terra’s face, which almost coaxed a laugh out of me, realizing that there was no way Terra, who was quite the hard-ass, would have ever considered that to not be a big deal before now.

“He’s got an announcement to make, too, apparently.” Heather added.

“Oh yeah?” Terra looked at me inquisitively.

“Come join us on the couch and I’ll tell you.” I gestured to the spot next to Heather.

“All right, let me just go get dressed.” Terra said and started for her room.

“There’s no need.” I said, my voice shaky a little. I wasn’t used to talking like this to my roommates, especially not Terra, who was a black-belt and could easily beat the shit out of me at a moment’s notice.

Terra just shrugged. “I suppose not.” And she began to walk toward the couch.

“In fact, I don’t think you need the towel either.” I added, the success of my previous command giving me foolish bravery.

“Good point.” Terra replied and whipped the towel off unceremoniously. She was now completely naked as she strode over and took a spot on the couch as well.

“Should I strip too?” Heather asked.

The question took me completely by surprise, and I stumbled as I made my way around the couch to face them.

“Uh, you sure?” I hadn’t ordered or even suggested that Heather do that, and she just came up with the idea all on her own. This was amazing.

Heather shrugged. “I don’t want Terra to feel singled out.” And then, without waiting for a reply from me, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and yanked it off.

Terra shrugged. “You don’t have to, Heather, your top should be enough if you really want to.”

I made my way around to the front of the couch just in time to see Heather’s breasts jiggle pleasantly as they were set free from the top. Her boobs, which I had just confirmed to be perfect handfuls, looked as soft as they felt beneath her shirt, and each was tipped in a small red nipple. Terra, on the other hand, had larger breasts, I figured my roommates were maybe a cup or two in difference, and they sagged but not as much as I expected. I wondered if sagging was reduced by my efforts to mitigate breast-based discomfort. Terra’s breasts were likewise tipped in nipples, but hers were pink, almost totally flush against her skin, and a bit larger and puffier. I could also get a good look at Terra’s extremely fit body, including her six-pack abs that must have been her pride and joy, on account of the fact that she was sitting cross-legged on the couch.

“So what’s the announcement?” Heather asked, clearly her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Oh,” I began, having gotten lost slightly in my ogling, “well, I invited my boyfriend over to hang out today.”

The two exchanged shocked glances.

“Wait,” Heather started.

“You’re gay?” Terra finished, both of them staring back at me.

“Bisexual.” I corrected. “To be fair, I didn’t really know I was until I met him.” I added.

“Which was… ?” Terra asked.

“A few months ago. Don’t worry, I made sure he was who he said he was. We’ve met up a couple times. I’m honestly pretty surprised I never mentioned him to you.” I wasn’t, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Well congrats.” Heather said, smiling genuinely at me. Terra still looked floored by this revelation.

“Anyway, he’s on his way, I just thought I should give a heads up.”

“I’ll order some pizza.” Heather said.

“I’ll put on some clothes.” Terra said.

“Uh,” I objected again, “just something on the bottom should be fine. I don’t think he will mind if you’re topless.” I said, as casually as I could muster, my voice cracking slightly from unnecessary nervousness. Clearly, I wasn’t going to get used to this sort of unconditional obedience easily. “In fact,” I continued, “how about you two wear less around your chest when you’re in the apartment from now on? Like open tops, no tops, or stuff that exposes your breasts and nipples.”

Heather heaved a sudden sigh of relief. “Thank you, it’s been so damn hot lately. Having such loose clothing will help a lot.” It definitely seemed like the enthusiastic part of their compliance was working without a hitch, especially as far as Heather was concerned. It genuinely seemed like my orders and suggestions were perfectly reasonable to her, in fact in times like this it seemed like she believed she had considered the idea herself at some point, even though there was no way she would have.

“Yeah, that sounds fine.” Terra agreed and then got up to make her way to her room. She, conversely was just taking the orders in stride. Her opinion on them wasn’t immediately obvious, but Terra had always seemed like the type to keep her thoughts to herself. I was happy that my stipulation about the enthusiasm varying from individual to individual wasn’t lost, this distinction between the two made them feel like real people instead of just robots following my commands.

While Heather grabbed her phone to call up some pizza, I decided to follow Terra. I was struck by the sudden desire to watch her get dressed.

“What’s up?” She asked, taking notice of my stalking.

“I just wanted to watch you dress.” I replied, as casually as possible, my eyes trained on her firm and slightly wobbling ass-cheeks as she strode across the lounge.

“Gotcha. Wanna help me decide on what to wear, while you’re there?”

I silently threw a celebration. Just hearing that question from Terra of all people was supremely satisfying, like hearing the faint crackle of ice in a cold drink on a hot day.

“I’d love to.”

“Cool.”

With that we both stepped into Terra’s room. I’d seen her room a few times before, and immediately recognized that not much had changed. It sported the same black and white striped wallpaper, dark purple curtains, black carpet with a spider-web pattern across it, and many more gothic decorations. Unlike Heather and I, who had queen-size beds, Terra only had a twin-sized bed nestled against one wall, but that was simply to make room in the center of her room for her to work out. Against another wall was a weight-lifting bench, a fancy one that could be folded up to save space if needed, and a set of dumbells. There were posters on the walls of her room featuring some of her favorite bands, some of them faded and old-looking, and all of them with dark, gothic, or macabre motifs.

I didn’t know Terra very well. She and Heather were friends, but until she moved into the apartment I had never met her. To be frank, we never really got along well. She always seemed to have a cold distaste for me, and when she finally started to warm up to me I went and ruined the potential friendship by asking her out. Since then it was back to icy indifference.

But here I was now, sitting on her bed, enjoying a view of her side as she rummaged through her underwear drawer for panties. This decision, which I had assumed would be the least complicated given that the idea was that nobody was going to see them, was taking a surprising amount of time. She kept pulling out different pairs and frowning to herself. I didn’t mind, I was enjoying the view of her swaying breasts as she dug around in her drawer and admiring the subtly tensing and relaxing muscles in her legs as she shifted her weight around back and forth.

Finally, she turned to me. “Think I should wear a skirt?” She asked.

I blinked, both in response to her question and to clear my head enough to wrench my eyes away from her bare, pink pussy, which was in clear view now that she was facing me, and to her face. “Aren’t you deciding what panties to wear?” I asked.

“Well, yeah. But if I don’t wear a skirt it won’t matter, nobody is likely to see them.” Now I understood her dilemma. This was the true decision she was trying to make.

“Are you expecting someone to be peering up your skirt?” I asked.

“Not really. But shit happens.” She shrugged.

“I think you should wear what you want to.” I honestly didn’t have a preference. She was going to be topless either way.

Terra sighed in exasperation, disappointed in my answer. “I’m dressing to meet your boyfriend. I don’t want to make a bad first impression, I don’t even know the guy.” I took mental note that I technically phrased what I said as an order, but Terra didn’t obey it. On the other hand, I hadn’t meant to order her to do anything.

I nodded slightly. “I see. He’s not really like that, though. He’ll be more interested in your personality than anything else.”

“Well, then I should wear something that would show off my personality and interests then.” Terra said.

She had a point there, it was a good idea. Unnecessary, given that Alex already knew everything there was to know about her and was likely even aware of this very conversation, but as long as I was playing along with this whole charade, she was right.

She peered around her room and into her closet. “The problem is, all of that stuff is tops, and I want to show off my—” she cut herself off suddenly, throwing me a look before continuing. I kept my best poker face, pretending to have been paying too much attention to her ass to have noticed the slip, “and I agreed to be topless.” She corrected.

I was grinning internally, she wanted to show off her body. I didn’t blame her, she worked hard to get it, and that was probably how her mind was spinning my orders into a positive thing so far. I made careful note of this fact.

I shrugged. “I suppose he wouldn’t mind if you wore something on top. Maybe something like I suggested earlier to wear around the apartment. Something open or exposing your chest in some way.”

“You sure he wouldn’t mind?” Apparently, she had gotten the idea that Alex would have wanted her to be topless to make a good impression. The absurdity of this notion almost made me laugh.

“Positive.”

Terra nodded and smiled slightly. Then turned to think. “Something… open…” she muttered to herself.

As she went into her closet, I once again stared at her ass. I couldn’t help myself any longer. I stood up from her bed and walked up behind her and then placed my hands on both of her firm and perfect cheeks.

She jumped slightly, clearly startled by my sudden ****, but not upset. She just hummed to herself and kept on looking. As I started to massage her perfect butt, enjoying the subtle combination of hard muscle and soft fat, I idly wondered how her mind was spinning this into a good thing.

“Ah ha!” She exclaimed suddenly. “This should work.” She pulled a thin hoodie jacket from one of her coat-hangers and spun around, unfortunately also separating my hands from her flesh. She held up the jacket to show me and I took a step back.

I’d seen it before. The hems of the sleeves and waist were frayed and there were a couple holes, two of which were for her thumbs. The logo on the back was for a band called The Birthday Carnage which was one of her favorites, I was pretty sure.

“I’ll just wear it unzipped and without a shirt.” She nodded in satisfaction. “This would look good with a skirt too, so I suppose I will do that.” She tapped her chin after throwing the jacket onto her bed. “I think I’ll go all black.”

With that she made her way back to her dresser and started to rummage through her panties again. Since I was already standing I walked over as well, peering inside. I noted with interest that there weren’t very many bras, and the few that were there were very fancy, likely the effect of my declaration that bras were for fashion and not function now. Without consulting my brain first, my hand extended into the drawer as well and withdrew a simple black pair of panties.

“Those are nice, but I’ve got a better pair in here somewhere.” Terra said, evidently assuming my action was a suggestion. I realized with sudden clarity that this was the second time Terra hadn’t gone along with something that she merely thought was a suggestion. I saw a pattern now and was pretty sure that people wouldn’t follow orders or suggestions accidentally, that was to say, they would only do it if I actually intended it, or I supposed if they still wanted to even if it were accidental. That was actually a very useful thing to know, because it meant I didn’t have to be as careful about what I said all the time.

In truth, I had grabbed the panties from her drawer on a complete whim. Following that same whim, I brought the panties up to my face and drew in a long whiff of their scent. There was, of course, the smell of laundry detergent which meant they were clean, but also a distinct hint of the smell Terra had on her after she had finished working out, as well as something else sweet and pleasant.

“Here we are.” Terra pulled out a pair of her own and stretched them out for me to see. They were completely black, like the pair I just sniffed, except that they looked a tad cuter and generally better made. They even had a little black ribbon on the front. “You can keep those if you want.” She said almost as an afterthought as she leaned down to slide on her panties.

I pocketed the pair she had given me and watched as she leaned down to open up one of her bottom drawers. The underwear hugged her rear very nicely, and I couldn’t help but reach down and give her rear another gentle squeeze as she lifted out a black pleated skirt and proceeded to put that on as well. Finally, she grabbed her jacket from the bed and slung that on, leaving the front unzipped, keeping a large swath of her abs and breasts exposed, very nearly her nipples as well.

She looked at me expectantly. “Well?”

“Pretty good, I think he’ll like it. I certainly do.”

A faint smile teased her lips. “Cool. Gonna go do my makeup now, I don’t think I’ll need help with that.”

“Of course.” I smiled. There were certainly many ways I could use her to help myself while she was busy applying her makeup, but I decided there would be plenty of time for those sorts of shenanigans later. Instead, we both left the room and she crossed to the bathroom again. Heather was now frantically wandering around the living-room making sure nothing was too dirty. She hadn’t changed her outfit at all and was still wearing only her yoga pants and nothing else.

“He sure is taking his time.” Heather said, organizing the movies on one of our shelves.

“He lives on the other side of Hail Spring.” I replied. “He’s gotta cross the city to get here.” I decided to sit down on the couch and pull out my phone. Alex wouldn’t arrive until I texted him, so I had all the time I wanted. With some degree of curiosity, I brought up my message history with him. I wanted to see how thorough he had been when fabricating his involvement in my life.

As it turned out, he’d gone to great lengths. My messages with him started a few months back, and they all seemed like pretty typical flirty stuff. What struck me as particularly interesting was how believable some of “my” texts were. He mentioned that he couldn’t predict my thoughts yet, but clearly, he was already making progress because “my” texts to him sounded exactly like things I’d say. Some additional snooping on my own phone showed that he was a contact on many other services and apps too.

My phone dinged. I checked it the new message from Alex.

Ready?

Curiously, I turned my head to peer into the open bathroom door. Catching her reflection from the mirror I saw that Terra was pretty much done with her makeup.

Now is as good a time as any. I replied.

Almost immediately after sending the message there was a knock at the door.