Master PC - Selfcest Ch. 02

Jessica patiently waited there on the floor as she was leaning back against her elbows, her long and meaty legs stretched out in front of her while her jiggly breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. She watched her Mistress, who Jessica now believed had been completely naked this entire time, type another string of words into Master PC. A small voice in the back of her mind was asking what all Jessie was doing, but the majority of herself didn't really care and was ultimately fine with anything that she might be doing.

[Jessica's tongue can extend 12" out past her lips, and she has fluid, effortless control over it like a tentacle.]

After sending off the Command, Jessie extended her own tongue outward as a test to see if Master PC affected them both when a change was made to one of them. It didn't appear to be the case, so she figured that the program must've been smart enough to count them both as two separate entities, thankfully. It would've made things tricky if that were the case.

Jessica cocked her head to the side, her face still blank and expressionless as Jessie looked at her and beckoned her to come over with the curling of a finger. She obliged by ever-so-slowly sitting upright, leaning forward, and then crawling to her Mistress, her wide and bubbly hips gently swaying from side as Jessie spread her legs and exposed her hairless, soaking-wet pussy. Jessica knew full and well what Jessie wanted, and she was more than happy to give it to her.

Before giving her lower half a much needed boost in the thicc-department, Jessie couldn't have imagined how sexy it felt to have someone wrap their arms around her thighs. When Jessica did so, their meaty undersides resting on her shoulders, she wasn't able to completely get them around their mass. If she still had lame, boney legs, Jessica would've been able to do it with ease, and it likely wouldn't have been such an astounding sight, Jessie mused to herself.

Jessica broke away from her Mistress' eyes and looked down at the quivering cunt resting just an inch away from her face, already coating the couch's fabric with her juices. Without being prompted, having believed she's always had a freakishly long tongue, Jessica's slimy oral appendage slipped out from her parted lips and began teasing Jessie's eager pussy lips. Jessie gasped and her hips bucked on contact, having been deprived of another person's touch down there in such a long time (even though it was technically her own). Jessica didn't waste any time getting right down to the point, sliding the tip of her ever-extending tongue past those lips and directly into Jessie's pussy, moving her own lips closer to latch onto the mound between Jessie's legs. Deeper and deeper she went, while louder and more erratic Jessie's moans and body became, twitching and gasping with each additional inch that was sent sliding into her cunt.

Jessie raked her fingers through Jessica's messy brown mayne and pulled her face firmly into her crotch while her plump thighs closed in and pressed hard onto the sides of her head. She was twitching, her moans and squeals of raw pleasure were involuntary and constant, and she threw her head back against the back of the couch, all the while she could feel the electric sensations coming from the stretched walls of her pussy increase in intensity as time, and Jessica's tongue, stretched onwards. What Jessica was doing to her was better than any other kind of sex she's ever had, and Jessie wanted more.

As the beautiful sounds of her Mistress' pleasure rang like music to her ears, Jessica pressed on the best she could with her ever-increasing need for oxygen being an after-thought. Her wild tongue was at least seven or eight inches into Jessie's pussy, was wiggling around in the same fashion that a snake moves, and had reached as far back as her delicious hole would allow. She'd never remembered using her mutant tongue for this purpose before in her entire life, Jessica's altered memories told her, and she couldn't believe that she'd used it on anyone else like that before.

Weird, Jessica thought, but only briefly. The sounds of Jessie having a mind-breaking orgasm cut through any other thoughts that may have been floating around in either of their heads. That high-pitched wail of lust melted Jessica's heart, feeling proud of herself for being able to make her Mistress cum so hard.

After Jessie's bucking, gyrating hips slowed to a stop from a lack of energy, Jessica slowly retracted her tongue inch-by-inch out from her Mistress' pussy, still unable to physically free herself from the clutches of Jessie's thighs. Jessica managed to work herself free eventually, taking a massive, audible gasp and falling onto her back as fresh air filled her strained lungs, her melons jiggling and sloshing every-which-way on her torso. It took her several moments to catch her breath, just as did it for Jessie.

Jessie, whose body was completely relaxed against the sofa with her legs spread wide and hands gently rubbing her raw, sensitive pussy, was completely blown away by that experience. Her first, real orgasm in a little bit over a year's time was better than she could've ever dreamed of. Jessie's mind was a mess, her body was coated in sweat, she wanted nothing more than to have that done to her again, and again, and again. That was just touching the surface of the pleasure she could truly experience, Jessie knew, and Master PC was the key to unlocking it all. With it, she could make it so that she's twice as sensitive, that her pussy was twice as deep, that Jessica was always begging her to tongue-fuck her while eliminating her need to breathe altogether.

The possibilities were endless, Jessie thought to herself when a micro-gasm sparked its way through her nervous system as her perverted imagination went into full-overdrive.

The girls recovered after some time, with Jessica rejoining Jessie on the couch and cuddling up in her arms, playfully and gently feeling up each other's bodies. Jessica shivered when Jessie eventually began running her fingers through the girl's brunette hair, nuzzling Jessie's bubbly chest as she lay on top of her, loving every second that was spent having her locks twirled and stroked. Jessie lay there and wondered what they should do next with the program, while Jessica was completely content where she was and what was being done to her, just as she had been since her and her new Mistress' universes had combined with one another.

Looking down at her sleepy, almost purring clone as she played with her hair, Jessie frowned slightly as she began to desire the same thing be done to her. At the same time, and while Jessica would happily act given a verbal order, Jessie didn't want to take that from her. Having her hair played with was utter bliss, and having them switch out so that they could switch positions after just a few minutes seemed... rude, Jessie thought.

Wait a second...

Jessie's heart thumped in her chest and she took a quick, sharp inhale as an interesting solution dawned on her.

She'd made one clone already, why not make a second one to do the deed in Jessica's place?

But, wait... How would she be able to tell Jessica and the new version of herself apart after that? Sure she could alter their mental states to give them noticeable, distinct traits and mannerisms that she'd be able to recognize.

But, again, wait...

Jessie was clearly overthinking the situation, she realized.

It was make-over time!

Jessie permitted several more minutes of playing with Jessica's hair before she couldn't contain herself anymore, and soon jostled her fully awake to tell her what she had in mind. Of course, Jessica didn't care if there was another clone alongside her, just as she didn't seem to care about much else aside from making Jessie happy. That was sweet, Jessie thought, feeling her heartstrings be tugged on by the sentiment.

Still, Jessica's attitude and directives gave Jessie the perfect idea for an aesthetic she could go for. Before going ahead with bringing another clone into the universe, Jessie wanted to start with the first one's appearance, just so there wasn't any immediate confusion upon arrival. The two were now sitting up on the couch next to each other with the laptop open and running Master PC in Jessie's lap.

"Okay, so I'm thinking we should go with a sort of gothic maid look. What do you think?" Jessie asked after typing her counterpart's name into the program, then pulled up her list of stats after switching off the retroactive setting.

"I'm fine with anything you'd like to do to me. I am yours to command and play around with as you please, Mistress." Jessica said, expressionless as ever.

"Of course you are." Jessie rolled her eyes and smirked, then got to work altering the passive girl's body. She toyed around with a few of her mental settings too, just to really bring the whole aesthetic together.

Under the hair settings there were two sliders, one for the actual color and the other for how light or dark it could be. At first, just out of curiosity, Jessie made it completely white, and was tempted to keep it after seeing how exotic the snowy color looked on Jessica. She quickly sent the tiny bar to the other side of the slider, turning her doppleganger's hair a dark, abyssal black.

After that, Jessie played around with her skin tone and turned Jessica's already pale flesh a shade brighter, making the two truly distinguishable. While exploring the sliders and checkboxes, she found that there was an option to give Jessica designated beauty marks in specific areas of her face. She decided on giving her a tiny, single mark on her right cheek just below the eye, and that just gave Jessie the idea to alter those as well, turning both of their iris' from light-brown to a deep, captivating violet color.

Jessica sat on the couch patiently the entire time she was being changed, having absolutely no reaction at all to her physical appearance being altered, but when Jessie made a slight mental change, the whole look had been given the proverbial cherry on top.

[Jessica's submissive thought process will stay exactly the same as it is, but she is now more prone to rolling her eyes and sighing when reacting to another person's actions or words. Instead of blank facial expressions, she often looks either bored or annoyed by whatever is happening, and she always speaks with an uninterested and condescending tone about most any subject or topic.]

Jessie triple-checked the command to make sure that she wasn't being changed too much, but didn't waste much time hitting the Enter key.

Jessica shivered and closed her eyes for a few seconds, then reopened them with a slightly different expression that she had before. Instead of an empty-faced stare, the adorable goth girl now sported an uninterested half-frown on her beautiful pale face. Jessie put a hand over her mouth and stifled a snicker, imagining Jessica saying something along the lines of: "Are you kidding me?"

Instead, she asked in a condescending tone: "How do I look, Mistress?" Then sighed and rolled her eyes.

Jessie couldn't help but openly laugh at that, feeling a bit of nostalgia as a few memories of her highschool emo-girl days flashed through her mind.

"You look amazing, babe."

Jessica rolled her eyes again, but this time with a smirk on her lips.

"Well, are you ready to get another one of us in here?"

"Sounds like a plan." Jessica sighed. "Should I grab the last two beers from the fridge?"

"Only after you get those stupid pants off." Jessie said, pinching the fabric of her sweatpants and giving them a gentle tug.

"M'kay." Jessica stood up and casually pulled her bottoms down, letting them drop to the floor before walking off towards the kitchen, Jessie watching her big, creamy butt jiggle and wobble around as it left her immediate line-of-sight.

"Actually, let's do one more thing before all that." Jessie chuckled. With Jessica's list of stats still open, she found the slider for her hip's measurements and dialed it up by about eight inches, then increased the overall mass of her butt, causing it to stick out like a small shelf afterwards.

From the kitchen, she could hear the involuntary moans that came along with the physical pleasure of having her anatomy reshaped. On screen, Jessie watched her big ass swell even larger in the downward angle that Master PC's invisible camera was looking at the small kitchen from. Jessica had to brace herself against the counter and arched her back as the sensations struck her, but quickly shook it off and continued getting alcohol from the fridge.

Once Jessica had returned, Jessie already had the bulk of the text typed out in the command box, but wanted her initial clone's lackluster opinion on the context.

[A new clone of myself is standing in the center of the living room. She has tanned skin, a bubbly personality, and platinum blonde hair. She is also always happy and extremely horny. She cannot use the program without my express permission, has a very short attention span, and has breasts the size of cantaloupes.]

"How does this sound?" Jessie asked as Jessica was cracking open her and her Mistress' beers. "I figured having a horny ditz around would be fun, but I can imagine she'd be pretty dangerous if she got her hands on Master PC."

She didn't expect Jessica to say much besides something like, "Whatever makes you happy, Mistress." But, instead, she said:

"Overall, it's not bad... This is just a suggestion, but you could also give her a few aggressive traits to balance out my passive nature. Also, I recommend giving her knowledge of the current situation in some way, just so that she won't be as confused as I was."

Jessie blinked in surprise, but ultimately thought those were amazing ideas. A dommy bimbo version of herself? Hell yes! Throwing a copy of her own mind into a copy of herself made plenty of sense too, and would save her breath in regards to giving a long-winded explanation. God, she was already getting hot again just thinking about it all...

"You're a genius, Jessica!" Jessie said, turning to throw her arms around the goth hottie. "Or, should I say, we're geniuses."

Jessica rolled her eyes and sighed, which made Jessie giggle.

[A new clone of myself is standing in the center of the living room. She has tanned skin, a bubbly but very assertive personality, and platinum blonde hair. She is also always happy and extremely horny. She cannot use the program without my express permission, has a very short attention span, has breasts the size of cantaloupes, and knows everything about the current situation from my perspective.]

Jessie hit the Enter key, and was greeted by a familiar warning message:

"Note: This version of Master PC cannot directly create organic, conscious life. However, this command may succeed if the program were to merge minor pockets of two parallel timelines within the immediate multiverse upon execution."

"Would you like to proceed?"

"I still don't understand. This thing can merge universes, but not create an exact clone of someone?" Jessie asked with a confused scowl.

"That may be for the best." Jessica said. "Instead of bringing a brand new person into this world for the sole purpose of servicing you, you would just be forcing yourself to do it for you, instead."

"... I guess that is a more morally-sound way to look at it, now that you mention it."

Jessie hit the Enter key once again, and a new duplicate of themselves appeared both in the room and on screen wearing her work uniform.

A wash of expressions flashed across her face in just a few seconds, going from bored, to surprised, then pure lust as the designated changes took effect. Jessie's heart was beating rapidly as she held her breath, watching closely with a mix of curiosity and horror in her expression as if the changes were happening to herself. Technically they were, on some levels, and she was getting a first-hand look at what it would be like if she were the one getting zapped into another universe to be a plaything for another version herself.

The new duplicate cried out with a short scream as her hair lightened up to a bright, almost white-blonde in a flash; her skin tone darkened by a few shades to give her a glowing sun-tan; her purple polo shirt became noticeably tighter and started ripping in the center when her breasts considerably perked up and swelled by five cup-size; the black slacks around her lower-half were virtually torn to shreds along with the massive growth coming from her quickly expanding hips and thighs; any and all traces of being unhealthy in certain areas around her body plumped up and tightened with minor amounts of muscle and fat to fill them out or in.

She dropped to her knees and braced her hands on the ground on all fours, moaning and shivering, likely overwhelmed by every intense, pleasure-filled sensation that'd just rocked her nervous system like an earthquake, Jessie figured. However, the change in her brain chemistry from the mental alterations taking place was something that Jessie couldn't imagine, though. She could ask Jessica for a base of understanding, being that she went through a similar experience, but something deep down was actually afraid to know.

When the girl finally relaxed and took a deep breath, her head shot upright to look at Jessie and Jessica. Her mouth was hanging open and her blonde hair was a wild mess as her gaze flicked between them. Jessie wanted to say something, to ask something, to find out if this new clone was okay or not, but a lump in her throat kept any words from escaping her lips.

"Dude!" Blondie said, a wide, toothy smile spreading across her own lips as she did her best to stand upright. Her newly exaggerated curves were keeping her from doing so as quickly, but she eventually managed to get back up on her feet. Her eyes left the girls on the couch and gazed down at her bombshell body, primarily the big, ever-sloshing mass of her funbags as they bulged out through the rips and tears of her shirt. "No fuckin' way..."

She slowly brought her hands up under them and gently pushed up several times, causing them to jiggle all-the-more while the rips in her work uniform grew more and more. After a few seconds of that, accompanied by a bit of mindless moaning and drooling, blondie decided to reach up in the center and pull the rest of the shirt apart. It didn't take much effort on her part, and when it was done, those huge melons bounced out into freedom and their nipples visibly hardened on contact with the living room's brisk, cool air.

While she continued to focus on and message her tits, her knees buckling as a result, Jessie and Jessica simply stared on with wide eyes and wet pussies.

"Didn't you say your clothes grew along with you?" Jessie asked, turning to her gothic counterpart.

"I did, but that was just my assumption after looking at the Command Center's history." She said, instinctively rolling her eyes as if she felt annoyed by the question. "I don't remember what our old bodies used to look like thanks to the 'Retroactive Changes' setting."

"Ohhh." Jessie said, facepalming. "Should I have turned that on before bringing her here?"

"Who cares?! Aha!" Blondie squealed, just before Jessie's face had a huge pair of soft, jiggly pleasure-pillows firmly pushed against it. Apparently she'd swiftly cleared the gap between her and the couch without Jessie noticing, which caught her by surprise. The brunette didn't resist though, and her hands reached out to grab at blondie's wide hips as she climbed up into her lap facing her. "It fuckin' worked!"

"Mmphmph! Mphmmmphmph!"

"I believe that Mistress Jessie is trying to ask: 'What worked? And how are these so soft?'" Jessica said in a flat tone, translating the breast-muffled sounds that Jessie was making. She then crossed her arms over her own bare, perky chest and sighed with a twinge of jealousy at the sudden lack of attention that her Mistress was paying to her.