AMA: All The World Ch 03

Chapter 3: Developments

Diane, once again, was as good as her word. She took me to bed, almost literally screwed me unconscious, then woke me up with a blow job the next morning. Her newly-enhanced lips changed the feel of it, much for the better. Her newly-enhanced boobs also felt way better after we had breakfast and she decided to give them a test drive. And her… you know what, you get the point. And the thing is? Every time she did, she got noticeably better at it. Given how many times “she did,” that was a lot of skill she was building up.

Let’s face it, the sex was amazing and distracting. I think if I hadn’t asked her to take the trash out while I was making dinner, she would absolutely have kept her outrageous promise of not letting me go two waking hours without an orgasm all weekend. Not that taking out the trash took two hours. No, the problem came when she had to put on clothing for the first time in a bit over 24 hours.

Her bras were meant for someone who had boobs big enough to notice, but not all that much more than that. Cute boobs. I didn’t know what size they were now, but “cute” wasn’t the adjective I’d apply to those anymore. “Heavy,” “prominent,” and “delicious” were much more like it. So she decided to go braless. Made sense, even. The next issue was that her wardrobe of shirts tended towards closer fits, which looked good on her trim body. While her abs were just as nice, those no longer came anywhere close to fitting over her rack without either ripping or leaving enough buttons undone as to be pornographic. Her loosest pajama shirt was the temporary solution, but the was those tits pressed outwards emphasized that it was VERY temporary.

Not that her pants were faring any better. Her hips and butt hadn’t expanded to anywhere near the degree her chest had… but then again, boobs were way more compressible than hips. Her jeans stood no chance. They wouldn’t even get past her newly-juicy thighs, and any attempt to actually get them over her hips resulted in rather concerning creaking sounds. Her dress and business pants were hopeless. The yoga pants managed to get all the way on… ish. Her movements were obviously constrained and the poor leggings were stretched nearly to the point of transparency. It looked like the kind of thing an influencer or porn star would be wearing to draw attention to the area. That’s how she managed to grab the trash bag and walk it out to where it needed to go.

Diane got back about the time I was finishing frying the rice, blushing bright red. She went over to sit at the table without a word as soon as she laboriously peeled those pants off. I was, in short, concerned. As I set dinner down in front of her, I had to ask. “You okay?”

“Um…” It wasn’t like her to delay a response by shoving food in her face, but then again she had been burning a lot of calories riding me like a competition bull so I wasn’t going to rush her. “I got catcalled while I was out there.”

“You were the one who wanted to look like a porn star, Diane. It succeeded.”

“I know, I know, and it isn’t the first time I’ve been catcalled, either. You should know, you stopped some of them a bit before we started dating. But this was ridiculous! Four different guys couldn’t get their eyes off of me!”

“Between the fact that you’re probably the sexiest thing they’ve laid their own two eyes on and the fact that your clothing fits slightly closer than a coat of paint right now, I can’t say I’m surprised.” I took a bite of my own dinner, thinking hard. “That brings up a really critical point, though. You have to go to work on Monday. I’m not bringing in any money, we need you to keep the job, but you can’t be a paralegal looking like that. You need a wardrobe, you need it tomorrow, and that wardrobe needs to try to conceal the changes as much as possible. Should also help with the stares and catcalls.”

She pouted. “Why have a body like this if I have to hide it? No, I get it. If I can find a minimizer bra, I can claim that I decided to STOP wearing one and that makes up the difference. Then I just have to make sure to get a few shirts that have similar patterns to my previous ones. Okay, I need to take notes.” She stood up and walked over to the bedroom, her new hips making it more of a sashay, and returned with her notebook. And topless. “Bras, shirts, underwear, pants. This is going to be a bit pricy, but we can make it work.”

I looked up at the ceiling in thought, mostly because looking at those boobs unrestrained was not good for my ability to think. “I can start applying for jobs again, I guess…”

“NO!” Diane calmed herself down. “I mean, you have a job right now, Jack. Something nobody else can do. Maybe once we get ourselves to the point that there aren’t any easy enhancements in reach? All of the abilities and bonuses should make that a lot easier. Until then, though, I’d rather just take on more hours than make you slow down.”

She sounded excited. Enthusiastic, even. “If you say so. Do you have anything you can cover up with while you go clothes shopping? There should be a few places open tomorrow.”

She nodded. “I have a couple of things. They won’t last long, but I can claim some obscure medical things if someone pries. No offense, but I need to go do that myself tomorrow and you aren’t going to be too much help with it.” She looked down at her now-empty plate. “Now, to the other matter at hand. I have fifteen minutes to make you cum if I’m going to keep to my side of things.”

It took her twenty, much to her disappointment. I ended up passing out with a giant grin on my face not long after. Overall, a good day.

***

“Honey, I’m home!” Diane’s voice sounded from the front door, announcing the completion of her shopping trip.

“Welcome back,” I called out slightly breathlessly from the bedroom. “Find what you needed?”

There were a couple of thumps. “At least some of it. You busy in there?”

“A bit, yeah.”

She didn’t let it stop her, the bedroom door opened to show her there wearing the pajamas she’d gone out in. “Oh, who’s your friend?”

I looked down at the woman under me. She was a tall Japanese woman with long black hair and dark eyes. Surprisingly nice boobs and a well-maintained body completed the picture. Well, she would have been tall if I had not had her mostly folded up as I pounded down into her, feeling as her body’s reaction to being caught by my significant other drove her even more wild than before. “Oh, this is Julia. She dropped by after her friend told her about Thursday night, you remember Christie.”

“Oh, of course. Don’t mind me, then.”

“Wh… what?” Julia was, apparently, a bit surprised about the arrangement. Especially when I just kept nailing her while Diane casually took off her temporary clothes to free herself, then she started putting her new purchases away just as casually.

Either the situation or Diane’s body were too much for Julia. With a giant contraction she had one last orgasm, and I joined her. Spent, she practically flopped on the bed and passed out as I pulled out of her. “Mind if I get cleaned up? Sorry, I don’t have a second round in me right now.”

She smiled. “Go right ahead, I can get mine later. These clothes will at least let me last until payday at the end of the week, then I can try to find a bit more.”

“I have to ask, what size are you now? You look delicious, but I think you knew that already.” I picked up two towels. One went under Julia as she slept. The other went to the bathroom for after I showered.

Diane gave a little pout. “I’m apparently in that really awkward place between a D and a DD. It made finding a good minimized hard, had to choose between it not being as effective or being a bit tight. Ended up picking the  tighter one, these babies have squish.”

I hopped in the shower and started scrubbing off. Despite my determination to focus on one area that got particularly dirty for some strange reason (such as being buried to the hilt in a sexy Asian for the last bit), I was sore and oversensitive there. Could be the sheer number of times it had been used in the last few days. I either needed a rest or something that would let me keep up with this pace. “I’m glad to hear that objective measures confirm how awesome your boobs are. Um, if it’s okay by you, I need to rest a bit. Been overdoing it.”

“I already lost my bet anyway, so no problem.”

Her bet? Oh, right, she went five minutes too long between giving me orgasms from that ridiculous claim of hers (that she’d nearly succeeded in). That meant… “Wait, so I’m choosing your next upgrade?”

“Of course. So, how is your language study going?”

Right, the other thing I got. Polyglot. “I think I’m starting to pick up bits, but not much yet. No time to get into it other than Julia screaming things in Japanese.”

“Makes sense. Give some thought to what you want to pick!”

There was a knock. I heard the door to the bathroom open and close, and some muffled conversation from outside. Julia had woken up, it seemed, and was talking to Diane. I couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but it sounded like it was staying calm. I was finished, anyway, so I stepped out of the shower to dry off. Now with less interference, I could hear some of what was being said.

“... he’s just like that?”

“Yeah. Any time I want. At least three or four in the past couple of days.” Diane’s flippant reply was underestimating things. Severely.

“And you’re just… okay with this?”

“Oh, no reason not to spread the joy. It doesn’t stop him from doing ME right. Tell your hot friends.”

“Ellie has GOT to hear about this… we thought Christie was exaggerating, but I think she underestimated him.” The voices faded out, it sounded like they were walking towards the front door.

Whew, Diane was REALLY enthusiastic about this. Hopefully, I’d be able to keep up. Well, either that or I’d need to figure out how to spend some of my Hunting points budget to supplement my ability to do so. That was a thought. I needed to look through the options again some time VERY soon. If Julia had left, that time was probably now. It went double when added to the fact that apparently Diane badly wanted me to modify her. What would I even want her to have? She already got herself a mystic boob job and the ability to learn sex acts at an accelerated rate. That’s the kind of bonus that this kind of hall pass would normally be used on.

… normally be used on? What part of all of this was anything remotely close to being normal?

I realized right about then that I’d forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with me. Must have been distracted, right? Still, if Julia was gone, there wasn’t anyone who I really needed to be clothed around. And given what I’d done to Julia, I’m pretty sure she didn’t count anymore, either.

I opened the bathroom door, fully nude other than some lingering drops of water, to find a naked and devastatingly sexy woman there. Her dark black skin served to highlight her lethal curves and toned belly, her face desperate. Shara, the woman Diane and I had started this craziness with. “Uh…”

“I don’t care what you need. I stopped by to say hi to Diane, saw that Japanese girl doing the wobbly walk of shame like you just screwed her soul, and then Diane tells me that you’ve gotten better at sex since I last came by and she’s giving you a permanent hall pass. You did me so good I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

This was almost entirely unlike the wickedly in control woman who had come by not all that long ago. The difference made my mind blue screen and reboot, but while it was offline my mouth had free reign. “I’m actually a bit spent. Give me about an hour?”

She looked me straight in the eye and simply responded “I will be waiting naked and wet on your bed until you’re ready.”

***

Exhausted, I flopped into bed that evening. Shara had been insatiable, and I was worn out to a degree I didn’t have words for. If someone tried to rob the house before morning and told me to stand up and give them my wallet, I’d just tell them to shoot me at this point. I could feel the pain killers trying their best to keep the soreness at bay, but it was like a child with a bucket trying to defend their sand castle from a rising tide. Resolutely, I pulled out my phone and got swiping.

Diane, on my request, wasn’t touching me this time. “Whatcha doing?”

“You know what I’m doing. Looking for upgrades.” I swiped a couple more times. “Looks like Shara got pushed past 50 on both Affection and Love. Julia hit 100 Lust and crossed 50 Affection. Lots of points built up, so I have a lot of options to go through.”

“You should TOTALLY pick up Porn Proportions, it’s great!”

I looked over at her. “I’m actually going to specifically avoid that. Look, I’m already above average. Nobody’s complaining about that. If I suddenly have a foot of dick swinging around, not only do I have to deal with wardrobe issues but a lot of women won’t be able to make it fit. Do you WANT me to only be able to hunt for size queens?”

She pouted, but agreed. “Any ideas for what you’re doing to me, yet?”

THAT was a heck of a question. She was already horny off the charts, with an amazing figure that was only going to get better as her exercise developed, and learned lewdness way faster. Not like I needed to add a fetish, either, an idea I evaluated and discarded as I saw one that would make her a cuckquean. She was ALREADY pushing me to have as many lovers as possible. I definitely found one I’d need for myself, but that had one major problem.

I was looking hard at one line. “Okay, I know what I want next for my hunting ability, but I need you to agree to it.”

“That should be easy. What is it?”

“Steadfast Lover will give me a giant boost to sexual endurance and guarantees I’ll be able to go the distance with every lover I have. The problem is the price. 270 Lust. That means that neither of us can take anything from that category for a long while.”

“I can get behind that.” She shrugged. “Sucks that it cuts off a lot until you grab it, but worth it. How much do we have banked?”

I clicked a couple of times. “A hundred. We spent it dry the other day.”

“Oh, that’s just two new women. Easy, you can do it this week if you put your back into it.”

“Hardy har. Just for that, I know what I’m laying on you for yours. You’re going into debt a bit to use almost all of our Affection, which I’m okay with, but I’m going to hit you with Improved Gains and Losses. Make those gains REALLY kick in.”

“Oh, ouch. Just go ahead and buy stock in every pain killer on the market, I’m still getting sore like crazy from the first level of that. And you’d better be making protein-heavy dinners, too.”

I noticed that she didn’t say no. “Alright, hitting it.”

As I did, she seemed to shiver a bit. Whether with anticipation or with the power I don’t know. Or lust. I noticed she’d gone from a 30 to a 70 over the course of the conversation.”That’s a rush. Okay, so what are you getting for you? Since you can’t use Lust or Affection, that just leaves the good stuff.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s the long-term and societal things. Most of them are super pricey, too. One of the only cheap ones is Trustworthy, and I’m picking it up. Supposed to help gloss over minor slips and help first impressions.”

“Awesome hunting thing, then. Anything else?”

She didn’t even think about what that might mean for her in particular. Then again, she hadn’t been paying all that much attention to specifics for a bit. I picked it up before continuing. “I’ll think about what to do with the rest of my budget in a bit. I need to catch up on earning what I spent on you, anyway.”

That wasn’t a lie, either. Technically. I did, in fact, need to catch up earning Affection and Lust points for what I wanted to grab. Things that would give me good health, long life, stamina, and societal acceptance for what I was doing. Resolutely, I put the thought out of my mind. I needed to sleep, after all, preferably before the painkillers wore off.

***

I managed to pass out into exhausted slumber mere minutes after I’d picked out those upgrades, and was therefore unconscious when the painkillers actually did wear off. When I woke up in the morning, I felt something was wrong. When I made my first move to try to get out of bed, I found out what it was. My legs, hips, groin, back, shoulders, and chest all felt like they were on fire. My dick felt like I’d broken a bone in there somewhere. Predictable consequences, really. I will freely admit that I had mostly failed to get any actual movement done before Diane came back from her morning run.

The invitation to the shower, as hot as she could get it, definitely helped.

Diane found out a few things on her run. What I’d added to her meant that the 30-ish minutes of moving  felt like it was two hours at that pace. This in addition to providing some wildly different and none-too-comfy feelings as her new boobs bounced around and her center of balance shifted. Although she rather liked running, two hours was not something she did casually. This besides the attention of every male in line of sight was absolutely glued to her every move. Call the experience “mixed reviews.” And there was one other thing with it.

“It feels like Porn Proportions came with another layer of things. I’m freaking horny. Just… all the time. My lips just don’t feel right unless I have your tongue or your cock between them.” She had tried to nuzzle my dick to life under the flowing water, going so far as to take it into her mouth and give it a few experimental licks and sucks. My penis declined to respond at all. It took me a bit to explain exactly why that was. Not that she liked it, but at least Diane knew it wasn’t her fault this time.

I mean, it kind of was, just not for that reason.

Breakfast was quiet and a bit awkward. I’d been slow to get things together, she had work coming soon to support this lifestyle, and we both knew (but refused to say) that it was going to bring a few challenges of its own. Diane was going to be trying to hide some significant changes from people who are paid to be observant. Oh, and doing so while getting hornier by the minute. While I couldn’t give her a “have a good day” screw to get her head right.

Wait. About that.

I took the last couple of bites of my cereal, then slowly stood. Diane felt my eyes on her and followed my moves as I walked to her seat. “I think I might have the solution to one problem, anyway. Stand up.”

She did so, surprised at my firm tone. I reached out and unbuttoned her new pants. One that was out of the way, I firmly pulled her close against my body, right there in the dining room, and reached under the band of her panties and between her legs. She gasped loudly at the first brush of my fingers against her clit. The combination of that pleasure and how worked up she was nearly stole most of her ability to stand, and I felt myself supporting much of her weight as I continued my assault against her pleasure centers. Her whimpers drove me on and gave me more strength than I had in reserve. Helped that the process took less than a minute before she was going off like a firework in my arms. She restrained the scream that I knew she wanted to let loose, a fact which I greatly appreciated since her mouth was next to my ear.

She panted in my arms as her legs slowly recovered. “I… wasn’t expecting that. Felt really good.”

“Hopefully, it helped the hornies. I should be up for more by the time you get back.”

She nodded vigorously. “You bet. Now let me go get straightened back up before going to work, going to be bad enough without looking like I was just finger-blasted to cloud nine.”

She moved quickly when she needed to. It wasn’t the first morning she’d had to get straightened out with the quickness, and the skills thankfully transferred. Diane got out the door only a moment or two later than usual, which would give her plenty of time to get to the office. After that, it would be up to her acting skills and new clothes to conceal that she got those upgrades. Who knows, maybe Lusty Learning would help with the acting.

There was suddenly quiet in the apartment. Nobody home but me and my aching muscles. Despite having taken a shower recently, despite needing to get some groceries done, I decided to try to take care of that first. To the bathroom, water as hot as I could get it, add some epsom salts, wait for the tub to fill. Soaking in that would probably help, and it would give me some time to get my thoughts in order. Too many things had been happening too quickly. Too many pieces of information from too many sources. Given the power of what I was able to command, that was a dangerous thing to have. It was like driving impaired at top speed. Someone could get hurt.

And, of course, the options. What the app was offering me. I didn’t have nearly the points to spend to get the good stuff, of course. We’d just spent down almost the whole reserve. There were more things that caught my eye as I was scrolling around. Ones that looked like they were going to offer some very different kinds of lives from what I was now living. And beyond that, they often worked in wildly different ways.

Like one of them. Down, way near the bottom of the list, was a Love upgrade that I tried to read past. And yet, it spoke to me on a certain level. One I’d really rather it hadn’t. As I soaked in the bat, my muscles starting to unclench and recover, I resolved to put it out of my mind. After all, it would be a long time before I could even think about being able to afford it.