“Maybe another sister?” Siya beamed, her shy recoil barely masking the greed in her hungry eyes. Liam, smiling back, shrugged.
“Triplets might be too odd, but maybe if I was, you know, older? Like older than Chell.” He entered in a few ideas, drawing up a design for the new sibling, shaping a copy of Urmila into his tastes. The woman was taller than the new twins, her face full of authority, and her toned and slender figure gave her supernatural beauty, with the job of travelling influencer.
Siya, however, sneered. This creature, to her eyes, looked like a stretched Jasmine.
“Could you, erm, tone it down?” She blushed. Liam laughed, giving the model some slightly more realistic features, crossing back into the realms of realistic hyper attractiveness, Siya sizing it up as she settled onto the sofa. Mila paused, eyeing up the spot beside her new twin, unsure of the new protocol. “Oh,” Siya blushed, “yeah, um, Chell normally…”
Chell had a habit of pulling her sister onto a seat away from the rest, and was always a ‘big spoon’. Before Siya had a chance to continue, Mila flumped to her new sister's side with a reassuring if awkward grin. There was a new reality between her legs, and even the act of sitting felt entirely new, which was to say nothing of the new reality she was currently living.
“Erm, do girls cuddle?” She whispered, leaning closer to Siya than she ever had. Siya chuckled, explained that it was normal, but not required, before leaning her head on Mila’s shoulder.
“How about this?” Liam asked, pointing at the screen.
“That’s a dog.” Mila replied.
“Yeah, but look; I can still talk and think. I altered reality so that criminals can be turned into animals and serve a reduced sentence. Even gave myself a backstory, see?”
Mila squinted, trying to read the screen, before rolling her eyes.
“You can tone that down too. I’m not having a pet that’s a war criminal.”
“Mercenary.” Liam sighed, only for Mila to snap.
“Fucking get it off. No wars, no guns, no bombs, no - fucking - dead Iraqis or anything.” Mila, looking at the description, shuddered, something else new to add to her usual visceral distaste for the military. “No edginess! No death!”
It was Liam’s opportunity to roll his eyes, replacing the clancy-worthy backstory with a simpler one about punching members of the EDL, cooling Mila’s temper. After adjusting it, adding on some false chargers to make the severe sentence more realistic, they agreed to add it to their growing list of possibilities.
They began exploring the list of auto-generated suggestions, and through their critiques of the AI their imaginations exploded. Ideas began spewing out, Mila and Liam bouncing off one another while the two quieter partners only occasionally squeaked crucial details. Within minutes their list was overspilling, and the group had to go through cycles of trimming the options down to a nub before expanding the list to full again.
After the older sister idea, and the talking dog, the next few were increasingly strange and fantastical. First there was a buffer version of Liam, with lycanthropy, which Liam spent entirely too long detailing. Then there was a violet succubus, one with horns and hooves and a large cock, and the power of hovering, invisibility, and magic cards. This resulted in a debate over feature creep, and amidst the debate Adam managed to pull in Siya’s attention, the two created a number of jokey submissions. Most of these were trimmed away, but - curiously - Liam never removed ‘sentient cock’.
The group settled back in, and at last the conversation became more focused on down-to-earth transformations. Liam made himself all kinds of alternative, more attractive versions of himself, but Siya and Mila both found them to be too mundane, requiring at least a small amount of strangeness to justify a transformation. From this process emerged effectively a vampiric version of Liam, fueled by human fluids, a slender and tall post-human warrior with - of course - super potent and super addictive sperm.
The edginess of the character put Mila off, and she gathered from adam’s stare that they felt the same, but as they looked at the option something stopped her from stopping Liam. She lingered, looking at the bichonne creature, her heart skipping, her new pussy tingling.
“Not us.” Mila snapped, shaking her head.
“You know, if I knew that you would become a bitch I would have…”
“I don’t care; not us.” The words were automatic, the new woman dazed by her friend's comment, her new reality thrust back to the forefront of her mind. She was a woman. She really was a...
“‘Not us’ what?” Liam asked, the room settling onto silence as Mila collected her thoughts. Mila shook her head, Siya’s eyes finding her face again. She was more concerned than Mila herself.
“Fucking us. With that. With your super sperm.” There was a tingling in Mila’s groin again, her eyes searching over to her sister. The redness on her face told Mila that she wasn’t alone. “Promise me that you will leave us out of it, can fuck anyone but…”
“Alright, yeah, wasn’t my plan anyway. What next?”
Adam squeaked, emerging from Siya’s lap. Siya burst into a smile again, bringing the keyboard onto her lap. Each tap of the keyboard was accompanied by another smaller squeak, as the plush slowly created it's first option.
“You want a twin too?” Siya beamed at her little toy, squee escaping.
Liam laughed, but didn’t remove it, instead trawling through Adam’s unspoken interests on the autogenerated suggestions, stalling on one. It suggested that the sentient cock he wanted to be would belong to Adam, with a little warning at the option’s side alerting them to errors. According to the Chronivac, this would require a consciousness transference, and if the doll Adam came from was destroyed, or moved too far away, it could have disastrous consequences. Moreover, further mergings and transformations would be unavoidable.
To that end, however, if they didn’t want to risk it, there was another option. If they were willing to be involved in some sisterly intimacy, and they were willing to be dommed, they could just become Siya’s cock instead.
The room turned on Siya, who managed to shrug through an intense blush.
“I-I’m not, I’m just…”
Mila, jumping to action, squeezed her hand. Despite everything, despite dealing with a new body, new role, new culture, and even just a confusing lower perspective, something leapt out at her that existed long before she became Mila. She knew Siya, knew her less socially acceptable interests, and she knew that this is the very situation she dreaded most.
“I just thought it would be hot.” Mila said. “Since the option popped up I’ve been thinking about it, and it might be fun.”
Mila’s world shrank a little, the eyes of the room all settling on her, never having felt more embarrassed. Worst of all this wasn’t just a cover for her sister, it wasn't just a cover for her friend. Deep down, in her now throbbing pussy, this was all incredibly true.