***The story so far…***
NBPD Officer Holly Stone was a recent police academy graduate and hire to the department’s all-male force. She was unwelcome, unwanted, and caused disruption simply by being there, even though she was a capable cop. She was the target of pranks and animosity in equal measure, and the only person who’d had her back was the chief. On a recent call, her and Detective Banter, one of her main opponents, raided what they thought was just a drug lab, but instead found an odd little scientist. The scientist demonstrated a handheld device meant to change the world by merging better realities with this one, all at the command of the user. As a prototype, it could only change the world of person it was first keyed to—Holly Stone. The scientist gave the device to Detective Banter in exchange for freedom, fleeing the scene. Holly, once raven-haired, was now blonde. Holly, once demanding and abrasive, now happily showered with the guys in the department locker room to fit in. Holly, once upright and focused, remembered trading handjobs for better grades at the Academy. Only Detective Banter knew the difference between truth and reality, and he controlled both.
***Part 2: Officer Holly Stone: Domestic Dispute***
Detective Banter could barely focus on his work the rest of the day. He had four hours remaining in his shift and spent most of them staring at the phone-like device in his hand, the one that gave his control over reality—Holly’s reality, at least. Like most of the guys on the force he had a college degree, and being a detective, he considered himself at least slightly smarter than the rest of the guys in uniform. He somewhat understood the idea of multiple universes, the idea that there could be infinite variations of anything and everything, a blonde Holly, a female cop willing to give a handjob to co-worker just to fit in. He went into the settings on the device, very similar to a smart phone…it even fit his charger…but he understood nothing beyond the version number and the fact that he had 97% battery remaining. Apparently, warping the universe didn’t take much power.
He idled his time at work by reviewing some case files he’d soon have to testify to in court, actual work, but easy work. On the drive home, all he could do was think about Holly doing the same in her short-shorts and cut-off t-shirt…and nothing else. He’d always thought she was hot, all the officers did, which made her playing at being a real cop that much more annoying. It wasn’t that she was terrible at her job, she just seemed to throw her very presence in everyone’s face. The way she worked him with her hand, though, dammit, he was getting hard even as he pulled into his driveway.
“Maddie, I’m home.” He called out, heading into the back pantry and locking up his weapon in the gun safe.
“I’m upstairs.” His wife called down. Banter paced up the stairs, walking into the master bedroom, and his wife, topless, and just starting to shimmy out of her exercise leggings. He smiled. “I didn’t time this, you know.” She said, stepping out of the leggings and tossing them and her sports top in the hamper. “I’m all sweaty.” She was shiny, but hardly dripping with sweat. Madison worked out every day, usually in the afternoon after she got back from teaching half-day kindergarten. She didn’t look like the 19-year-old blonde cheerleader he’d met when he was young cop, but she was more womanly, toned, less baby-faced. Her tits were still perky B-cups, her ass had actually gotten better, and the fact that she waxed completely meant that, even in her sweaty state, he was more than happy to bury his face between her legs. “What are you looking at?”
“You.” She said, starting to take off his suit. He was shirtless in moments, and when he undid his pants, she saw he was hard.
“Aren’t you supposed to put your gun away when you come in the house?” She smirked.
“My weapon, Maddie, sure…my gun…? Well,” he said, stripping down to nothing so his hardon popped free, “I’m working on putting it somewhere.” He moved forward, taking her in his arms, her cool skin pressed against his warm and dry body. She was almost a head shorter than him, and he leaned down to kiss her as he grabbed her tight ass. His cock was pressed flat against her belly, and he was half-grinding against her when she went stiff.
“Jesus, Mike, you showered with her again today, didn’t you?” She pushed back out of his arms, looking down at his erection as if it had betrayed her.
“Uh, what?” Banter stammered.
“Officer Slutty Stone. I know you guys think it’s hilarious that you convinced her to change and shower in the department locker room to be part of the team, like some goddamn high school fantasy. That must be great for morale, but the last time you came home and attacked me like this, it was because you’d been staring at her in the shower.”
“I didn’t *attack* you, and Holly is not the reason—.”
“Holly? You two are on first name basis now? How are her blowjobs? Does she have any pointers for me to make you happy?” Banter’s mind was reeling. This was fallout from the device. Madison had only knew Holly as that ‘bitch policewoman’ that he’d been complaining about for months. In this shift of reality, his wife was obviously aware that Holly had made efforts to fit in better. “You don’t think I notice that she could basically be my twin?”
“Enough.” Banter snapped. “I just wanted to fuck the naked woman in my bedroom.” He said, reaching into his jacket pocket for the device. “You should remember that you’re the one here, not her, right.” He brought up the command interface the scientist had showed him, looking at his wife.
“What the fuck? You think *now* is the time to take more naked photos of me?”
“Just listen, Maddie.” He depressed the button. “You’re not jealous of Holly. You two have gotten along for months, you think of her like a sis—.”
“What the fuck are you talking about I’ve never even met her! The only reason I know about the shower setup is that Barker’s wife let me in on the secret at the last cookout.” She glared at him and moved toward the shower. “I’m getting cleaned up. You have ten minutes to change and get the hell out of the bedroom. And stop with the hostage negotiation bullshit you’re trying on me, okay? It doesn’t work.” She slammed the bathroom door behind her, and moment later the shower started.
“Well, that was a bust.” He said, looking down at the phone-like object. The device really did only work on the reality surrounding Holly. He’d have to be smart about that.
—-
Holly woke to someone knocking at her door. It was nearly six, about time she needed to get up, regardless. She was naked, the prank outfit in a pile on the floor near her bed. She’d barely managed to undress before falling asleep on her bed. She slipped on her robe and went downstairs, checking through the peephole before opening the door.
“Hey, Banter,” she said, eying the Detective in pair of jeans and a polo shirt with the department’s logo. “Is there a problem with the case from earlier?”
“Can I come in?” He asked, but moved past her anyway, closing the door behind him. “You always answer the door in a shorty-robe like that?”
“You woke me from sleeping. I saw it was you, and it’s not as if you haven’t seen me naked.” He sat down in her living room, and she sat across from him on her couch, crossing her legs and giving him a good view of her bare legs and half her hip. He found himself distracted by her breasts under the thing fabric of the robe, her nipples poking through in the cool air. It didn’t help that his wife had stopped his efforts to relieve his tension. “So, what do you need, or are you just going to keep staring at me? I mean, I’ll take off the robe and give you better look if it means I can go back to waking up slowly.” She laughed, teasing apart the lapels of her robe, but *just* teasing.
“I just wanted to talk briefly.” He took out the device. “I don’t know what it was, Holly, but my wife was jealous of you. Maybe it was because of your red hair, your sparkling green eyes, that you’re nearly as tall as me, or the face that your breasts fit your frame perfectly, while Madison’s D-cups seem out of place on her petite body. You’re hot and you know it, you wear the right clothes to show it off, and sexy comes second nature to you.” He glanced down at the device, as it felt warm in his hand. He hadn’t noticed the messages before, so caught up in the experience: Developing topography. Interface overlay. Acquiring. Acquiring. Frame shift rectification. Acquiring. Acquired.
The messaging stopped. Detective Banter looked up and jumped in his seat. It was Holly Stone, sort of. The new Holly was taller, lankier, a redhead with loose curls down to her shoulders, bright green eyes set of by creamy skin dusted with freckles. The face was mostly the same, and even the voice that came out her mouth.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Banter.” She said, standing up and stretching. She was at least six inches taller, and her robe barely covered her ass. “I appreciate you sharing with me, but I’m not sure what I can do.” This time, Banter focused on the device as he spoke.
“My wife and I had a small fight, but we talked about it. Part of it is, she gets jealous for the wrong reasons. It’s not about you or me.” The device spammed ‘Interpreting’ over and over. “It’s about three of us. She doesn’t really mind that I find you attractive.” Holly blushed a little at this, which really showed up in her new complexion, “and Madison knows deep down that I love her and find her even hotter than when we met, but she was embarrassed to admit she wanted to try the three of us together.” ‘Interpreting. Variants too wide. Acquisition incomplete. Restate parameters.’ “I know you’ve told me you’re curious about threesomes, that you find my wife very attractive, that she excites you even more the I do, and, um…” his mind raced, “that you even dated a girl in college who showed you how to make a woman come in just minutes, so you seem interested in having a threesome with me and my wife, and Madison was very clear that if you did this, she wouldn’t be jealous about you anymore.” He watched the device scroll quickly: ‘Interpreting. Acquired. Interpreting. Acquired. Applying manifold flux. Frame shift rectification. Acquiring. Acquired.’
“So…” Holly said. “If I say yes, and I mean *if*, this well help you at home?” He nodded. “And what do I get out of it?” She asked. Banter almost laughed. Regardless of what he did to change her, the girl was still a pain the ass. She paced the room, her boobs bouncing under her robe with each newly long stride. “I don’t care who did it, who made the call, but get that state trooper off my ass. He pulled me over coming off shift—twice—today, and you damn well know what I was wearing on my way home the second time. Look, I get it that some people in the department *still* don’t like me, but I draw the line at having my basically bare tits *frisked* by some Statie getting his rocks off.”
“Fine. Done.” He said. “I’ll put the word out.”
“You wait here,” she said, “I’ll be down in a minute.” He watched her dash upstairs, catching a flash of her ass in the short robe. A couple minutes later, she came back down in a dark blue flowered sundress that really showed off her skin tone. She was wearing short strappy heels, white sheer hose, and obviously brushed out her hair. “I don’t know how long this will take, so I’m going to bring my duty bag with me in case I don’t have time to come back home before shift.”
“You, um, you want to do this now?” Banter asked.
“You got in a fight with your wife, I’m part of the solution, and frankly, I could use a little play time. Are you still to worn out from when I…” She made a jerk off motion “…earlier?”
“Uh, not at all.” He answered. She grabbed her bag, her ass swaying under the sundress.
“I’ll follow you to your house, and if you see me get pulled over, intervene, because I do *not* need to be getting wet if that guy puts his hands up my dress.” She laughed. They drove back to Banter’s house, and he walked in to find his wife under a blanket on the couch watching some streaming TV show.
—-
“Oh, you’re back.” Madison said, not looking away from the TV.
“I am. You remember that talk we had about Holly?” He asked, but his wife just huffed. “About the real reason you were jealous?” Honestly, if any of his reality shifts hadn’t taken, this was the most dangerous part, especially with a beautiful redhead waiting out in the driveway.
“It’s bad enough I had to admit the first time, okay? Now you just want to embarrass me further? Do you need me to say it again? Does that get you going?” She tossed off the blanket and stood up, glaring at him. She was already wearing her pajamas, silver, satin, sleeveless button-down top and matching shorts that he loved because, depending on how she sat in them when they were watching TV, he could usually see right up the leg holes. She never worse anything underneath. “I think your co-worker is hot, okay?” She said. “And I know you do, and it makes me angry that you’re probably having fantasies about *her* that don’t include *me*.” She walked over to him, and Banter felt a moment of confusion. Something was off. “So, are you going to apologize, or are you going to storm out like you did an hour ago?”
“Fuck, I didn’t notice at first.” He said.
“Notice what?” Madison asked.
“Just how hot you are.” He said, but looked straight down at her breasts. “First, I’m very sorry, and second, I’m definitely going to make it up to you, but I’d like you to unbutton your shirt.” She tilted her head. “Just indulge me.” She slowly unbuttoned her pajama top, and when the last button was undone he slid his hands up her waist until her found her breasts, cupping each one, feeling the size, the heft, his hands moving to her nipples, his memories telling him one thing, his hands another. Madison’s breasts were larger, D-cups if his description to Holly had taken hold. Everything else about his wife was the same except now she had full tits and slightly larger nipples to go with them. He leaned down and bit at one with his lips, making his wife gasp. Her nipples hardened, tightening, but still larger than her original nipples when relaxed. He traced the ovals of her areolas and told her to wait there. He went to the door and gestured to Holly in her car. Madison realized he was gesturing to a person and moved to cover herself. “No, honey, stay as you are…trust me.” A moment later, Officer Holly Stone knocked on the doorframe and stepped inside as Banter closed the door behind her. She looked at Madison, still standing there with her shirt unbuttoned, hands crossed over her bare breasts, and smiled.
“I know this is the first time we’ve ever met socially,” Holly said, “but what would you say to all three of us going upstairs and fucking each other?” Madison froze, especially as she felt a bead of wetness roll down her inner thigh. “Banter told me about your fight.” Holly said, crossing the few steps to stand in from of her. “I’m here to help.” She reached out and took one of Madison’s hands, leaving her breast exposed, and started leading her toward the upstairs. From the foyer, Banter watched the two women ascend the stairs, a fantasy wife, a fantasy co-worker, and one in which he was in control…even if it wasn’t quite complete. He kicked off his shoes and went up the stairs to the bedroom.
Madison was on the bed, her pajamas discarded. Holly gave a slight smile as he walked in, but she was mainly looking at his wife. Holly made a show of pulling off her heels, giving the couple a generous look at her legs. When she set them off to the side, she presented her back to Banter.
“Would you mind?” She asked. It took him a moment to realize she need help with her sundress. He unhooked and unzipped, leaving it to her to slip the dress off her shoulders so it fell to her waist. She was wearing a dark blue bra, sheer all around. Banter moved near the bed and started undressing himself. Her breasts were the same size from earlier in the day, but her could tell her nipples were much lighter in color, almost blending into the rest of her breasts, even under the sheer fabric. He was surprised to see his wife touching herself and teasing at her own breasts. Madison was just as focused on Holly as Holly was on her. Banter was naked, and Holly let her dress fall to the floor. She was wearing thigh highs, not hose, and they were topped with a dark blue lace that matched her lingerie. He looked between her legs and saw that she still had the little bit of hair between her legs, now read like that on her head, and clearly visible through the sheer panties. Holly walked over to the bed, giving Banter’s cock a gentle caress in acknowledgment, before looking down at Madison. “Don’t you want to unwrap the gift your husband brought you?” Holly asked.
Madison knelt at the edge of the bed, making the two women nearly the same height, and she eased down Holly’s panties just enough that fell to her ankles. She stepped free and loomed over Madison until the small blonde woman fell back on the bed and Holly clambered over her. The redhead leaned down and lapped at Madison’s nipples. With Holly bent over, Banter had a clear view of her ass and pussy, even the bit red bush, as she worked at his wife’s tits. He started stroking himself, though he was already pretty hard. He’d never actually done anything like this before, and he had no idea if he should move in on Holly or wait it out. He had no idea what his wife really wanted, especially since he made up the fantasy on the fly. Madison reached up and undid Holly’s bra, tossing it across the room, and grabbing the woman to start kissing her. Madison was moaning, and it took Banter a moment to see that Holly was fingering his wife. Both women were excited, and he reached forward, sliding a hand up his wife’s leg before putting another between Holly’s thighs as she half-crouched over Madison’s prone body. He teased at Holy’s bush and pulled back to cup her sex. She was hot, his fingers nearly slipping inside her without any pressure. She arched her back so that she was better in his grasp, rubbing against his fingers, but backing up off the bed.
“Oh my god,” Madison said, nearly giggling, “someone fuck me already!” Without a word, Holly moved between Madison legs, her loose red curls covering his wife from the waist down. He couldn’t see what Holly was doing, but she was using her mouth and one hand, and Madison arched her back so much that it looked like a yoga pose. “Oh, god, fuck…what are you…? Oh my fuck, fuck, fuck…ah…fuck…ah…ah…ah…” She broke down into sound and gasps for nearly two minutes as Holly went down on her. The volume increased, her voice got higher, and the ‘ahs’ turned into ‘hee, hee, hee…ah…fuck’. “Don’t you fucking stop!” Madison cried out as Holly pulled back, her face glistening from his wife’s arousal.
“Keep touching yourself.” Holly said, placing Madison’s hand on her bare pussy. Madison tried to keep Holly close, but the naked redhead, clad only in her thigh highs, moved to the edge of the bed, stepped down and bent over. “You need to make come, Banter.” His wife was focused on herself, and Banter slid into Holly with the slightest of effort. She cried out with such pleasure that he almost started coming before the second thrust, but he concentrated and focused on actually fucking her.
“Oh, you wanted this, didn’t you?” He said, the words slipping free without much thought. “All of cops, you just want us to fuck, make you come, is that what you wanted?” He was getting into the rhythm, and she was grunting and moaning, so wet he was afraid he might slip out.
“Fuck me, Detective…come on, give me the night stick.” She laughed. He was really pounding her, and she was meeting him the whole way. He felt her tight and wet on his cock, and then she cried out, bucking, as she started to come. She slowed down, pushing him off, still hard. “Fuck your wife, Detective.” She said, panting and backing off the bed she knelt down and took him in her mouth, bobbing a couple times before rolling out of the way and letting him climb on top of Madison. She pulled him inside her, and he felt the difference between his wife and Holly, the same in so many ways, but he got more of a charge out of hearing Madison cry out at his fucking. Holly made her way around the bed and leaned down kissing Madison, playing with her breasts. The look in his wife’s eyes was animalistic, overwhelmed with pleasure. She rarely came when they fucked, having to use a toy or her hand to reach orgasm, but she started coming even as he kept thrusting. She clamped her strong thighs on hips, and he kept going eventually reaching climax as well. HE pulled out just before coming, and Madison grabbed his cock, pumping him, as Holy caught the brunt of it with her hand. “See, another reason to have a third person in the room.” She said, grabbing some tissues and dabbing at the semen in her hand and the few drops on Madison. “Less of a mess.”
“I can’t believe we…” Banter rolled over, sighing. “Fuck…that was intense.” Holly tossed the tissues in the trash and moved back between Madison’s legs.
“What are you doing?” Madison asked, looking down the top of Holly’s head.
“Finishing what I started.” Holly answered.
“But I just—.” Once again, the petite blonde was caught up in the ecstasy, and Holly worked her pussy like a fine instrument. “No…oh, fuck…it’s too much…ohh…fuck me…fuck…ahhhh!” Banter watched as Madison started coming again, her chest and face deeply blushing, her large tits shaking in the tremor of orgasm. Holly pulled back from his wife’s pussy, laughing as Madison squirted, once in her face, again on the bed. She rolled over laying on the bed between the married couple, running her fingers over Banter’s bare chest and rest her other hand on Madison’s thigh. “Can we keep her, Mike…?” Holly laughed at Madison’s contented sigh. “Fuck me, I have never, and I mean, *never* come that quickly.” She sat up so that her heavy breasts hung over Holly’s head. The policewoman reached up and caressed one of the them, sending a shiver through Madison. “Enough.” She playfully batted the other woman’s hand away. “I’m not jealous of you two…okay? I’m just saying it so you hear me. No more fighting on that account.” Banter sat up and smiled. That was the last element of his recent alterations of reality. He got up from the bed and dug the device and his phone from his pants pockets. He couldn’t pass up the chance to have a photo of his wife and Holly together, and they even did a couple poses for him. He set his phone down and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Holly, Madison was really impressed with your sexual prowess,” he started, firing up the device. “You’re thrilled Madison wants to have sex with you again, the three of us together. It excites you that Maddie doesn’t mind the fact that we’ll occasionally have sex without her, that I’ll see you naked at work or other places, that you enjoy sex so much, that it’s almost nothing to you.” As Banter spoke, his wife’s face contorted, she found herself getting angry at his presumptions. “Madison and I really love your breasts, C-cups, your olive skin, the dark tan nipples, the loose, long curls of the black hair on your head, the thick triangle of black bush between your legs, how wet you get when someone touches you there.”
“But she’s a red—.” Madison started to say.
“You’re not going to tell me, but when I go to take a shower, you’re going to make Madison come again. You want to trace her blonde landing strip with your tongue and tease at her petite and perky little breasts, and Madison comes so easily, so quickly, that it only takes a few minutes of oral or few more of fucking before she comes, so that’s plenty of time for me to shower and not catch you.” Banter didn’t look up from the device, ignoring both the questions of both women until he saw the familiar phrases on the screen: ‘Interpreting. Acquired. Applying manifold flux. Frame shift rectification. Acquiring. Acquired.’ He looked up. His wife looked like she used to, her breasts back to normal, though she now had an almost two-inch wide brush of blonde pubic hair trailing down to her bare pussy. He ran his hand over the new addition, making her ease back from his touch. It was an experiment, but hardly as permanent as larger boobs.
“You need to go shower, mister…I’m not sure I can take more of that.” She looked over at the latest version of Holly, looking more Italian, her breasts larger, and a surprisingly curly bush between her legs. She was well-groomed, still waxed where it mattered, but he couldn’t resist reaching out and touching the soft hair between her legs.
“Mmm…” She hissed it doesn’t bother *me* if you want to do that. *I* can always take more.” Damn, Banter thought, she really was getting wet. She reached for him as she teased at one of her nipples, but he got up and put his device safely in his sock drawer and went into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower. He waited a minute and went through the motions of loudly opening and closing the door. He listened at the door of the bathroom, and in moments heard his wife already in the thrall of reaching a third orgasm in less than an hour. He may have been playing at being god, but he was definitely a *giving* god.
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Possibly to be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5zxg0q/shes_not_who_you_think_she_is_or_was_or_will_be
Lol so he has a device that could solve every world problem and he chooses to use it to fuck.