Announcementcontent warning: hypnosis; nudity; masturbationMy update only took a second or two, and if there was any of that pixeltion going on I didn't notice. I didn't feel anything either, apart from a mild tingling sensation.

  Then it was Chelsea's turn, and her update turned out to be somewhat more involved. Not only did it take longer, but she did the whole pixeltion thing too. And when it was over I found myself staring at the cute blonde while my eyebrows crept up.

  Her changes weren't anywhere near as drastic as they'd been the first time around, but they were still noticeable. It was hard to be sure with her seated next to me on the bed, but I had a feeling she'd lost a few more centimetres of height. On the other hand she was also a little curvier now, which meant that sleeveless top she was wearing looked too long on her as well as being tighter across the chest. Her blonde hair also seemed a bit longer, and a shade lighter than it was before.

  The st thing I noticed was her face seemed slightly different. It was subtle, but I could tell something had changed. It took me another second or two before I realized what it was.

  "Did you make yourself look younger?" I asked in surprise.

  Not that she looked old before, she was only twenty-two after all, but that was the difference. Now instead of looking like a university senior she'd easily be taken for a freshman like Gwen and myself. Or maybe even a high school senior? Either way, she was definitely going to be carded next time she tried to buy some of those vodka coolers.

  Chelsea blushed but smiled as she stood up, "Sort of? That and a few other minor improvements. I hope you like them?"

  "You look um, more cuddly now," I commented as my eyes roamed up and down over her. "Very cute too. And um, also very sexy."

  With her standing in front of me the height difference was even more apparent. I'd be surprised if she was more than a hundred and fifty centimetres tall now. She was definitely curvier than before, and her boobs had gone up at least another cup size or two. The way they were pressing against her tight top left her big thick nipples perfectly outlined in the thin fabric. Her hips and behind were also a bit bigger, putting some strain on her shorts. In fact with the test changes she probably qualified as a short-stack now.

  "This is what you really wanted?" I asked as I continued admiring her new figure. "You're happy like this?"

  Chels nodded, "Very happy. Like I said st night, I wanted to see what it's like being small and soft and curvy? Well I like it, and I decided I wanted more of it."

  "Although maybe there's one other thing?" she added as she gave me a hopeful smile. Then she began to undress as she asked, "Maybe you could update my inventory again? This stuff's all a little tight on me."

  "Right," I smiled as I watched her strip.

  Soon enough she was standing nude in front of me, and I knew that wasn't an accident. She obviously wanted to show off her new body, and I wasn't going to compin.

  After another second or two Chels smirked, "If you don't want to do the inventory thing yet that's fine too. I can just stay naked for now, like Gwen."

  "Would you like that Lisa?" she added in a teasing tone. "Two hot sexy naked cuties hanging around, ready to attend your wishes and needs at any time? Or just lounging around looking pretty for your viewing pleasure?"

  I felt my cheeks warming up but I tried not act too embarrassed. Instead I rolled my eyes and teased back, "I thought you said you weren't into the harem novel thing? Weren't you the one who wanted it to be more of a polycule? Yet here you are suggesting you and Gwen are both just here to serve me."

  Chelsea actually blushed from my taunt. She pouted, "Can't a girl change and grow as a person? Maybe my opinions on the matter have evolved and matured over time."

  "That was st night Chels," I responded. "And since then you haven't grown, you've shrank."

  She stuck her tongue out at me then smiled, "I'm just having a little fun, trying to make you smile."

  On the one hand it felt like she was still trying to tease me, but at that point I decided I needed to have a look at her character sheet. I wanted to know what else she'd done to herself. So I finally picked up the ptop and moved from the bed back to my desk, where I returned it to its little white dock.

  Then as I got comfortable on my new chair I told Chelsea, "You're welcome to lounge around naked all you want, but I still have work to do."

  "Ok Lisa!" she smiled as she climbed onto the bed and proceeded to do just that.

  Meanwhile I was already back in the editor, reviewing the changes she'd made. And it was more or less like she said. She'd taken all of yesterday's changes and basically turned up the dial a little more. Still, there were a few things that surprised me. The first one expined why she looked younger.

  Rather than figure out some complicated way to alter what age she looked, she'd literally just tweaked the date of birth field and knocked four years off her age. So her character was now eighteen, same as Gwen and myself. Except her birthday was in May, so she'd only just turned eighteen st month. That meant she was technically four months younger than me, instead of four years older.

  Another thing was the height difference between us. According to her stats she was only a hundred and forty-eight centimetres tall now, compared to my one-sixty. And next to Gwen's one-seventy-five centimetres Chels was positively tiny.

  The next surprise was in that Notes field. Originally she'd written that she should stop being a bitch, be nice to me, and not to freak out if the ptop worked. She'd turned up the dial on all that so it now read, "You're cute, friendly, sexy, girly, and sometimes a little bratty. You love and trust Lisa and want to make her happy. You're comfortable using that reality-bending ptop, and just as comfortable if Lisa uses it on you."

  A frown settled on my expression as I considered that. It didn't seem bad as such, and the fact that she'd done it herself meant it was her own decision, she wanted to do it. Still, I couldn't help wondering if it was something I'd need to worry about ter. After thinking it over I decided this was the st time I'd let Chelsea use the ptop. Even if it she didn't do anything bad, I didn't want it to become a trend.

  I found the st of her updates on the sub-page with all the sex info. She'd made herself more subby in bed, especially to me. And she'd made some other minor tweaks that catered to that kink of hers. I wasn't surprised to see any of that, since it basically meshed with the adjustments she'd made to my sheet. She'd made me more dommy in bed, and included the other matching tweaks too. Which to be honest I was kind of looking forward to experiencing tonight. Or maybe this afternoon, if things continued on their current trajectory.

  With all my questions answered I finally exited out of the character editor, but before I could do anything else there was yet another distraction as Gwyneth walked into my bedroom carrying the hamper full of neatly folded clean clothes.

  She stopped just inside the door and sighed loudly. "Why is it that every time I come in here there's more dirty undry on the floor?"

  "Oops sorry Gwen!" Chelsea apologized from where she was lounging naked on the bed. "That's my bad. I had to strip because my clothes suddenly didn't fit anymore."

  My best friend did a double-take as she noticed the test changes to Chelsea's body, but she spoke up again before Gwen could respond.

  "By the way I love your new maid outfit," Chels announced with a mischievous grin. "It really works for you, because you're so pretty!"

  Gwen's eyes widened as her cheeks took on a pink hue. She shifted slightly so her thighs were squeezed together as she clutched the undry hamper a little tighter.

  I couldn't help pying along, "Chelsea's right. You really are pretty Gwen."

  "O-oh!" she stifled a surprised little moan, as that pink flush reached down to the top of her chest. She hurried into my walk-in closet with the hamper as she replied, "You're too kind miss. And Chelsea, thank you both."

  Chels and I exchanged a naughty grin. Then the little blonde brat raised her voice as she commented, "Such a pretty maid. And so dutiful too."

  Gwyneth obviously heard that, based on the surprised squeak that came from the closet. A moment ter she emerged and made a bee-line for my washroom as she mumbled, "Excuse me I have to take care of something."

  It was obvious what she needed, but I had another idea. She was almost at the washroom door when I snapped my fingers and called out, "Drop!"

  Sure enough my best friend froze on the spot. Her shoulders slumped and head tilted forward, while her eyes gzed over. Despite being completely entranced her body still exhibited all the signs of her arousal. Her skin was flushed, her nipples looked hard enough to cut gss, and I could even see some tell-tale moisture glistening on her inner thighs.

  The cute little blonde gasped in surprise, "Holy shit Lisa, that is so hot!"

  "Yeah it is," I agreed. Then I looked to Gwen and ordered, "Gwyneth, when you're working as my maid you're not allowed to masturbate without permission. Do you understand?"

  She remained completely motionless, except for her mouth. Her voice came out in a dull soft monotone as she replied, "Yes mistress."

  "Hot," Chelsea mumbled quietly to herself. I could tell she meant it too, from the way she was looking at my friend.

  To be honest I was feeling it as well. I had two hot horny naked cuties in front of me, one completely entranced and under my control while the other would probably do whatever I ordered if I acted dommy enough for her.

  "And Gwenyth," I addressed my best friend again, "If your mistress does give you permission to masturbate on the job, you'll make sure to do so where she can watch. Understood?"

  "Yes mistress," she replied in that same dull monotone voice.

  I smiled, "Good girl. By the way, you're very pretty when you're in that trance. You will remember everything I've told you in this trance when you wake on three. One, two, three, wake!"

  She didn't respond to the trigger word that time, but then she was still deep in the trance so maybe it didn't affect her. Or maybe it did but she was unable to react. Either way as soon as the trance was over Gwen blinked a couple times before stifling another gasp. She spun around on the spot to face me, with wide eyes and a bright blush on her face while she remained just as horny as she'd been a minute earlier.

  "M-mistress," she stammered, "May I p-please... I need to..."

  I asked, "What's that? What do you need?"

  Her blush somehow got even brighter but she finally forced the words out, "Please mistress I need to masturbate? I don't know why but I'm so horny right now I can't even think straight!"

  "You do look hot and bothered," I agreed.

  Then a certain bratty blonde chimed in, "You look so pretty though! Gods, there's nothing prettier than a girl desperately pleading for permission to touch herself."

  Gwen let out another squeak, and by that point her hands were clenching and unclenching into fists while she squirmed and squeezed her knees together.

  "Alright Gwyneth," I responded. "You look like you're not going to get any more work done today unless you get some relief, so yes. You may masturbate."

  Apparently her maid-instincts were strong enough to overcome her desperation, long enough for her to dart into the bathroom and grab a towel. Then she rushed back out again and id it out ontop of the carpet before kneeling in front of me like she was getting ready to perform for an audience. With her knees spread wide I could see just how wet she was, her inner thighs were completely slick and she really was dripping with arousal. Then my best friend wasted no time getting started.

  Her left hand started squeezing and massaging her boobs, moving back and forth from left to right, while she buried her right hand between her legs. Little moans and gasps escaped her lips as she rubbed her fingers up and down her drenched folds, pausing only to rub her thumb around her sensitive swollen clit.

  Chelsea didn't have a great view from where she was sitting on the bed, so she got up and hurried over to stand by my side while Gwen continued her desperate quest for an orgasm.

  Gwyneth slid a finger inside, soon followed by a second then a third. Her hips bucked as she started humping her hand, moaning loudly with each thrust. Meanwhile the fingers of her left hand started pinching and tugging at her nipples, and that actually seemed to push her much closer to the edge.

  In fact it was only another minute or so before her muscles started to tense up while her breathing grew ragged. She reached her climax a few seconds ter with a few fingers buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy and her thumb rubbing circles around her clit, while her left forearm pressed against her left boob and she tugged at her right nipple.

  And once again I was almost spellbound at the sight of my best friend's face as she completely lost herself to the pleasure. For a few glorious seconds there were no thoughts or worries, nothing but the pure raw pleasure coursing through her very being.

  Then Gwen sagged, and finally slumped back. She y sprawled on the thick carpet, arms spyed out and legs spread wide, while her breathing came in ragged gasps. There was a happy smile on her face though, like she was well satisfied.

  "Holy shit that was so hot," Chelsea breathed. She licked her lips as she continued staring at my best friend's slick thighs and dripping folds, but after another second or two she finally tore her eyes away from Gwen and looked to me instead. Then she begged, "You have to do that to me too! Please?"

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