Master PC - Selfcest Ch. 03

What the hell had she just allowed to happen, Jessie wondered. How could she have been so stupid? Of course this constantly horny and happy bimbo clone would do this! Jessie could've just taken the laptop from Jessica at any moment and made sure that Jesibelle would've been more subdued, but for some reason, she just let herself fall into the beautiful creature's supernatural clutches through the conditions of a half-drunk and not even half-thought-out bet!

On some level, part of her expected that Jesibelle would've just let her win, being that Jessie was the original "her". But then, that wasn't exactly true, was it? All three of them were the original's from their own perspectives, so what's to stop blondie here from-

"You poor thing." Jesibelle said sweetly, interrupting Jessie's manic train of thought as she began to crawl on all fours towards her. Jesibelle's big, round tits jiggled and swayed under her with each motion she made, she gently swayed her wide hips from side-to-side and arched her back as she inched towards her prey, and the look in her eyes was hungry while they slowly scanned Jessie's body up and down. Jesibelle stopped when she brought her face just an inch away from Jessie's, their full and perky breasts pressing against each other while the blonde's slightly larger, harder nipples poked into the brunette's. "Just relax, sweetie. I can tell how shaken up you are, even if it doesn't show. I would be too, after all."

Jessie's heart thumped hard once more, but its rapid beating slowed to a normal, relaxed pace as soon as Jesibelle's words touched her ears. Still, she was unable to move, struggle, fight back, run away. Even though Jessie wanted to, and knew she should be doing all of those things, the sense of ease that creeped into her mind started to push those thoughts aside, and the familiar, needy, burning sensation down between her legs became ever-apparent once more.

Fuckin' hell, Jessie thought; she would be lying to herself if she didn't think this was actually pretty hot...

"You can move again, but don't fight me." Jesibelle whispered, moving in even closer, her deliciously sweet breath entering Jessie's mouth and nose. "Just kiss me."

All of the muscles in Jessie's body relaxed, allowing her legs to comfortably straighten out somewhat under and between Jesiebelle's thighs, while her arms moved on their own and pushed her forward slightly, bringing their mouths together.

With wide eyes of shock, Jessie reflexively tried to resist at first, but her body wouldn't allow it. Instead, as if possessed by some lustful spirit, she gently pushed her lips into Jesibelle's and slowly closed her eyes, getting lost in the pleasant tastes and sensations that came along with the act. Straddling her waist as their hot, soaking-wet pussies were just mere centimeters from touching each other, Jesibelle brought her hands down and delicately placed them on the sides of Jessie's trembling, twitching body, then carefully slid them up higher and higher until they were up on her shoulders.

Jesibelle gently pushed Jessie down flat onto her back on the carpet using her hands and the weight of her curvy body, releasing her shoulders and sliding her fingers through Jessie's own, pinning the brunette to the floor as their kissing became more passionate, more aggressive. Jesibelle soon forced her tongue into Jessie's mouth, and she went along with it shortly after, bringing her shaky hands up to explore and feel up the blonde bombshell's soft, tanned figure, amazed and perplexed as to how much she was enjoying herself despite being at the utter mercy of Jesibelle's words, and at how fantastic and supple her curves felt against her palms. It soon didn't matter, Jessie understood that she was helpless, hopeless, and desperately wanted Jesibelle to do whatever she wanted to her.

It felt similar to when Jessica had tongue-fucked the deepest reaches of her neglected pussy, Jessie realized. Two bodies, sharing one mind. Only this time, Jessie felt as though she had no control over either of those things, as if they no longer belonged to her. It was scary and exciting, but because of what Jesibelle had told her, she was completely relaxed and comfortable with it all. A part of her deep down wished the moment that they were sharing would last forever.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Jesibelle finally pulled away from Jessie, only a few inches separating their faces. Jessie's head was resting back against the carpet as she reopened her eyes and gazed up into Jesibelle's. They were both breathing heavily, their faces and a few parts of their hair were slick with a light sheen of sweat, and both of them felt as though they were looking at a mirror showing beautified reflections of their old selves.

Jesibelle let out a soft giggle and lowered her head, bringing her mouth down right beside Jessie's ear.

"Cum." She whispered.

Jessie's body reacted instantly, followed by a series of gasping squeaks and short-breathed moans. A strange and powerful force of energy built up and released in a single second from deep within her electrified cunt, and she began to shake and tremble uncontrollably, arching her back and thrusting her chest up into Jesibelle's own; their soft melons mashing into each other while the rest of their lithe bodies wriggled and rubbed up against each others. Intense waves of pleasure pulsed throughout Jessie's nervous system for a short time after the initial explosion, but just as her mind was settling down and able to focus again, her brief moment of post-gasm clarity was shattered when Jesibelle softly spoke into her ear once more.

"Again." Jesibelle said, no longer whispering, but her tone was low, and oozing with desire. "This time, don't stop until I tell you to."

The sensations came once again, and fast, riding off of the afterglow of the initial orgasm. This time, her moans were much longer and higher-pitched as she thrashed around under Jesibelle's weight. Jessie was absolutely helpless, her hands pinned down into the carpet above each side of her head by Jesibelle's own, unable to even try and push her off because of the blonde's earlier commands of pacification, all while a lightning barrage of unyielding pleasure was virtually liquifying any thoughts that may have been in her mind at the time. Trembling, shaking, twitching, moaning, gasping, grinding, those were the only things she was capable of in the indeterminable amount of time that became lost to her.

Before long, the pleasure began to shift into a dull ache somewhat, but the pain didn't grow in strength or intensity by any stretch, and it quickly became an afterthought, drowned out by the onslaught of raw, unforgiving ecstasy.

Everything slowly blurred into nothing, and the last thing Jessie saw in her muggy vision was Jesibelle's smile looming above her face, while the last words to leave them were:

"Get some sleep, Bitch, and enjoy the wet dreams, and your knew title."

And with that, Jessie went down for a quick, dopamine-filled nap.

"That was easy." Jesibelle said, then sat up on top of Jessie and sighed deeply with satisfaction, releasing the tight hold she had on the brunette's hands. She trailed a finger down Jessie's slender torso and between her perky tits, her body still occasionally twitching and writhing around under Jesibelle and between her thick thighs. "I never knew the face we make when we cum could be so downright adorable... Don't you think so, Jessica?"

"Mhm." Jessica softly moaned and nodded her approval towards Jesibelle, leaning back against the bed's cheap, wooden headboard while she had both hands down below her even thicker thighs, using them to pump three fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her round, sun-starved tits were being pressed together by her slender arms, and the laptop that had been sitting in her lap was now next to her twitching, sprawled-out legs on the bed, just out of her reach. She was proud of how pleased her Mistresses appeared to be in their own rights, and instinctively took it upon herself to start masturbating as soon as things had gotten heated between the two girls on the floor.

"I'm glad to see that your libido is still active after losing all of your emotions." Jesibelle teased, slowly standing up and getting off of Jessie's body entirely, giving her the freedom to roll around on the floor in her state of unconscious euphoria. "That's good to know."

"I th-thought it would be awkward if I didn't pleasure myself while watching you two." Jessica said, her voice still mostly monotone, but noticeably shaky. "Congratulations on winning the g-game, Mistress."

"Naturally." The cocky dork boasted, straightening her stance as she faced the bed with her hands triumphantly placed on her wide hips. Her large breasts jiggled around for a moment at the quick motion, and Jesibelle's eyes glanced down at them with a wider smile than the one she was already wearing.

Fuck, these were definitely her favorite aspect of her altered figure, the beach-tan blonde thought to herself as her hands rose up to cup and than firmly squeeze her new tits. They were just so fucking perfect. The softness, the jiggle, the fullness, the sensitivity, the sheer weight... Goddamn, she wouldn't mind if they were a cup-size or two bigger, just to see what it would look like, and what it would feel like. Mmf, maybe in a bit, Jesibelle thought, reluctantly breaking away from her mesmerizing mammaries and looking up to her gothic clone on the bed.

"Jessica..." She said, slowly crawling onto the bed in the same fashion she'd done towards Jessie, and with a similar look of hunger in her big, brown eyes. "Stop playing with yourself for just a minute, I have some ideas."

"Mm. Yes, Mistress." Jessica said, sitting up straight instantly and pulling her hands away from her snatch. Her hair was disheveled, her pale face was ever-so-slightly flushed, and she still wore that same, expressionless look on her beautiful face. "What would you like me to do?"

"Make it so that I can use the program, please." Jesibelle said sweetly, finding her seat in the spot on the bed right beside Jessica with her back against the headboard.

Jessica nodded, obeying without question.

She reached for the laptop, put it back in her lap, then began typing into the Command Center.

[Jesibelle no longer requires Jessie's express permission to use Master PC, as stated in the command that initially merged a pocket of her universe with ours.]

After Jessica hit the Enter key, Jesibelle didn't feel any different on any level, but she wasted no time in snatching the laptop from her and placing it in her own lap.

"Now, let's get to fuckin' work." Jesibelle said, then began giggling like an idiot. "But first, back to the living room, and with more beer!"

"Yes, Mistress."

[Jesibelle and Jessica are back in the living room. The coffee table is cleared off aside from a fresh six-pack of Budpheiser, along with any of the remaining alcohol in our room.]

As soon as the Enter key was pressed, the submissive goth and dommy bimbo found themselves sitting in the living room in less than a fraction of a second. Jesibelle's heart skipped a beat at the sudden change of location, then let out a giggle of amusement as they glanced around the room. Jessica, of course, was completely unfazed.

The bottom-heavy, raven-haired beauty leaned forward and grabbed two beers from off of the table, then handed one to Jesibelle, who eagerly accepted the ice-cold beverage. With two simultaneous cracks, the girls threw back their heads as they guzzled them down in a matter of seconds. They let out sighs of satisfaction as the drinks' very low temperatures left lingering carbonation burns in their throats, and Jesibelle handed her empty can to Jessica, who discarded them both by carelessly tossing them back behind the couch.

"So, favorite little doll, what should we do first?" Jesibelle asked with the laptop open and running in her lap, leaning over onto Jessica's shoulder, sighing with delight as the pleasant smells coming off of her smooth, flawless body and soft hair. "Mmf, I'm almost tempted to do what I did to Jessie to you.

Unresponsive to her Mistresses' sensual actions, Jessica cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment. At the mention of Jessie, she suddenly pictured her there on the floor in their room, writhing around and moaning softly as she was stuck in a state of permanent orgasm. Jessica believed her brunette multiverse-sister wasn't in any danger while they still had the miraculous power of Master PC at their fingertips, she felt as though Jessie might be more comfortable if she was laying on a softer surface.

"Could we move Mistress Jessie-"

"Bitch." Jesibelle said, smiling wide and wickedly as she pulled her head away from the side of Jessica's head. "You'll call her Bitch, from now on."

Jessica nodded with a half-frown, then rolled her eyes. "Could we move Bitch into our bed? Yours and her well-being are my top priority, above all else."

Jesibelle scoffed in response, turning to look down past the vast cleavage of her boobs to the laptop's screen as her hands moved across the keyboard and mouse's touchpad. She typed in Jessie's name, and the screen's view instantly switched from the living room to their bedroom, and the ethereal camera was now showing them the sleeping girl right where they'd left her. Jessie had rolled over onto her side since then, and both hands were now tucked between her legs and gently massaging her hyper-active pussy as drool leaked out from the corner of her mouth.

[Jessie is comfortably laying in bed under its coverings, which are now made of extremely soft, high-quality silks.]

She hit the enter key, and Jessie teleported from the floor up into her bed, her curvy form covered by and outlined under the once plain sheets and dark blue quilt that was once atop it. As soon as the brunette was relocated, the bed coverings changed in that same instant, which now appeared to be sleek, soft, and was a dark-purple color. Jesibelle turned to Jessica for approval, and she gave a weak smile and nodded.

Not through with the woman who she shared identical memory's with, Jesibelle went back into the Command Center and made a few more adjustments to Jessie.

[Jessie can only walk on all fours with an erotic arch in her back from now on. Any time she tries to stand on two feet, she'll lose her balance along with all of the strength in her legs for a short time. Whenever Jessie hears the word "bitch", she will bark twice, just like a puppy.]

"There! That takes care of Bitch, for the time being." Jesibelle giggled, reselecting herself as the program's targeted "Subject" and watching as the screen flipped back to showing them in the living room.

"Indeed." Jessica said, then sighed, though without the genuine frustration that the act implied. "What now?"

"Now, I want you to get on all fours along the couch, with that juicy donk facing my way."

Jessica nodded, and compiled without hesitation, but didn't rush herself. She stood up, turned around, planted her knees into the center sofa cushion, braced her hands into empty cushion beside the other, and then arched her back and gently wiggled her big, jiggly rear mere inches away from Jesibelle's slack-jawed and clearly enraptured face. Her plump pussy lips were slightly pushed out by her thick, bubbly thighs and were visibly soaked.

Breathing heavily as her own pussy was stirring with need and desire, Jesibelle reluctantly turned away, licked her lips, and began typing into Master PC.

[Jesibelle and Jessica's nervous systems are linked.]

Once the Enter key was pressed, the effects were instant.

Jesibelle gasped and shuddered, not expecting that what happened next to be so damned overwhelming. She held her breath, but could still feel her chest taking soft, shallow breaths. Her palms and knees weren't pressed against anything, but she could feel the smooth fabric of her couch touching them with the full weight of her body.

Even as she did her best to relax herself completely, Jesibelle could feel certain muscles remain tightened, flexed, and being held in a position that her body was definitely not holding.

All she intended to do was make it so that when Jessica felt her pussy being eaten, she would feel the same thing.

Instead, Jesibelle quite literally linked their minds to one-another's bodies by accident.

"M-mistress?"

"... What's up?"

"This feels strange."

"Yes... Yes it does."

Well, at least Jessica was going through the same thing that she was. She found comfort in that, on some level, but the overall experience of sharing disconnected nerve endings with a fellow clone was both jarring and disorienting, to say the least. Especially when Jessica had just spoken, she thought, not completely sure whether or not her own lips were mouthing her sub's words as they were said.

Slowly and carefully, Jesibelle closed the laptop and leaned forward to set it down on the coffee table in front of her, too curious about her current situation to dare change anything about it using Master PC. She was nervous, somewhat scared, but ultimately, she was excited! This is so fucking cool, Jesibelle thought to herself, breaking out into a brief, hysterical giggle-fit.

Jesibelle then noticed that Jessica was laughing too, but not of her own accord, it seemed. She was partially relaxed and going along with every one of Jesibelle's slight movements, allowing them to be transmitted to her own body, specifically her face, mouth, lungs, and vocal chords. That was definitely worth exploring in the very near future, Jesibelle thought, but was quickly reminded of what her original plan was when she turned her head to look as Jessica, and was greeted by the glorious sight of her big, wide, and perfectly-shaped ass right inches away from her face. Jesus fuck, she thought, unable to believe that such an amazing, shelf-like donk could look so good on a body like hers. Then again, their bodies hadn't always looked as good as they did twenty-four hours ago.

Despite leaving Jessie in their room in her current state, Jesibelle had no intentions of torturing her or taking away her free will. Hell, she couldn't be happier that Jessie had merged their universes together, and has had more sexy fun in the short time they've spent together than she has in her entire life. Jesibelle was grateful, through and through, but she also wanted to be the one that was ultimately in control of the program at the end of the day. And, since she'd already managed to achieve that goal, why not have some fun with her brand-new status as the one-and-only Mistress of their tiny apartment? Jesibelle fought against the conflicting, stiff feelings of Jessica's stationary body, she managed to focus just enough to have herself turn and bring her legs up towards her, poking the big booty goth girl's flawless, meaty thighs with her toes.

"Spread 'em."

Effortlessly, Jessica parted her legs to the sides, allowing Jesibelle just enough space to squeeze and push her lower half underneath the girl as her immense cheeks bounced and jiggled around above.

It wasn't much, but Jessica made moving in their current state look easy, Jesibelle thought as she cleared her throat and inched herself under the raven-haired beauty just a bit further. She was doing everything in her power to remain focused, but something was making that particularly difficult... Oh, right, she kept getting sidetracked.

Having to move one body while virtually in control of two at once, while also having to keep herself distracted from the big, juicy, mouthwatering butt above her and the big, soft, sensitive, super jiggly tits on her own chest, almost required more focus than her partially bimbofied and fairly intoxicated mind could manage.