Shop of (Horny) Wonders 1 (CYOA Commission) (Patreon)

I closed the booklet on the desk in front of me, reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose in an attempt to force away the burgeoning migraine that was forming. While I was happy to have a second chance at life instead of dying to cancer in a hospital bed, being the shopkeeper to a dimension hopping store and not being able to leave the building wasn’t the afterlife adventure I’d had in mind.

Still, I'd gotten a cancer free body, as well as a general boost to my overall health. No more constantly fluid filled lungs for me anymore!

I was so incredibly grateful for the chance I was given, I really was. But the fact that my new life was specifically limited to the dimensions of the shop was...well, it wasn’t ideal, not by a long shot.

All the same, I had to admit that I was happy to be out of my sickbed. I felt good. Strong. I hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, but if my hands were any indication, I probably looked damn good too. Pushing that aside, I stood from my chair in the back office before heading out to the front where there was a ginger teen leaning against the front counter, her leather clad ass unintentionally aimed in my direction.

She was dressed in dark black leather pants with a white blouse, both of which hugged her surprisingly curvy form rather snugly. She was taller than the norm, standing around 5'7", and her red hair was hanging loosely, reaching to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

The sound of my feet scuffing on the hardwood floor caught her attention, causing her to turn and smile in my direction. The girl had a wide, infectious smile, one that I found myself returning.

“Morning, Boss!” she chirped, her hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Good morning,” I returned. “The booklet I’d been given explaining things didn’t mention your name.”

“I don’t have one,” was the cheerful reply, making me blink in surprise. “I was flash grown three hours before our arrival, using altered samples of your DNA once the genetic deficiencies were treated. My main role is to work the front counter until such time that you find and recruit a suitable replacement.”

I stared blankly at her, unable even begin to comprehend what this meant.

“You... You just told me that you were created to work here as a glorified shopkeeper's assistant and you're smiling?” I asked, more than a little confused at how at ease she seemed to be.

“So many people angst over what they’re meant to do, and I know exactly why I am and what I was created for. How is that a bad thing? Besides, I get to meet lots of interesting people here, and I like people. It's a win-win for everyone involved. Also, the fact that I'm a clone and not really an individual helps immensely with not worrying about my purpose,” she said with a shrug.

I shook my head in confusion (and to force back the thoughts that sprang into my head when her shrug caused certain...ripples further south). She was talking and acting way too human for someone who'd been made within the past 24 hours.

“I was also made to help keep your augmented sexual desires under control.”

My head snapped up, staring at her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her expression was serious.

“I don't want to seem uninterested or ungrateful, but...what?!” I asked.

“Your body was augmented with a set of glands that produce hormones to reduce the rate of muscle atrophy and ensure that you maintain a peak physical state. This particular augmentation process is still in the testing phase though, and before your soul was inserted into your new body it was noticed that your libido will be...a lot higher than normal,” she explained. “As such, in addition to the knowledge I would need to function as a cashier and general employee, I was given a secondary purpose. I'm supposed to help keep your desires from becoming a problem by acting as your lover. That's why I was grown as a teenager instead of an adult, and I was designed to be able to adapt my body to your preferences once you take me as your first. I was also given a number of techniques to learn from the internet and various pornography sites so that you'll never be dissatisfied.”

She continued to ramble on, but I honestly had stopped paying attention. She made a lot of movements and gestures with her arms as she talked, which had the side effect of causing her breasts to bounce around under her blouse in a manner that made it very plain she wasn’t wearing a bra. Huh, she wasn’t kidding about an increased libido. I was already semi hard and the sight of her breasts hadn't even been intentional.

“We’re not going to be open for another day or two, right?” I asked, cutting her off while looking past her to the front of the store. The window displays had panels in the back cutting off the view from the street, and the small window set in the door was a frosted glass. No one would see anything without physically entering.

“Wha...oh, no. We’re not going to open until the dimensional frequencies-mrhmp!” she let out a muffled cry of surprise as I stepped forward, wrapping an arm around the small of her back and pulling her front flush against me.

I leaned in and kissed her, cutting off any protests she may have had. My tongue pressed into her mouth, running over her teeth before dancing around her tongue.

A low, appreciative moan escaped the girl as she melted against me, her arms rising to wrap around my shoulders as her fingers threaded into my hair. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she began to kiss back, her tongue hesitantly exploring my own mouth.

I pulled back from the kiss a few moments later, taking a step back from her, leaving her blinking at me, her hazel eyes glazed over in a mixture of desire and confusion.

“I think it’s time we give your secondary purpose a test run,” I whispered.

She stared up at me for a moment, before her face flushed as red as her hair, even as an eager, excited grin spread across her lips.

I turned, leading the way through the store and toward the staircase, heading up to the second floor. Behind me, I heard her quickly shucking her clothes off before following after me, her bare feet silent against the stairs.

Once I reached the top, I looked back at her, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I drank in her nude form. Her curves were more pronounced than I had originally thought, and the smoothness of her skin and the perky pinkness of her nipples was definitely appealing. A small triangle of pubic hair pointed to her womanhood, the same shade of red as the long flowing locks on her head. Speaking of which, she'd gotten a pair of hair bands from somewhere and was in the process of putting her hair into twin tails.

“Handlebars,” she explained with a shy smile.

I grinned, amused by the fact that even during a situation like this she was able to act cute. I turned and headed towards the master bedroom. Once inside, I stripped my clothes off, tossing them haphazardly into a corner before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I was already rock hard, my member standing at attention and ready for action. My new clone came bouncing into the room a few seconds later, a grin on her face and her hair now tied into two tails. I held out a hand, beckoning her forward, and she eagerly obliged.

The second she was in reach, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap, eliciting a squeak of surprise. She straddled my waist, her bare, wet slit pressed against my cock as it nestled between the firm globes of her ass.

I looked into her hazel eyes for a moment, and she bit her lip. My hand slid up along the smooth skin of her back to cradle the back of her head, pulling her into a heated kiss.

She moaned, her hips grinding down against my dick. I broke the kiss, moving my lips along her jawline, trailing them down her neck before nibbling her shoulder.

I could feel her getting wetter against my cock, and her breath hitched. Her hips rose slightly, and my free hand moved southwards. Reaching down between her legs, I gently rubbed the palm of my hand against her slit, the heel pressing against her clit. Her hips bucked forward, grinding against my palm and she cried out softly, her nails digging into my shoulder and neck as she clung to me. My lips trailed along her shoulder to the hollow of her throat. I kissed her skin lightly, sucking and licking it as she trembled.

My fingers found her slit, sliding along the wet flesh. My thumb rubbed against her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves as the other three digits teased the entrance to her pussy. With a gasp, her hips ground against my hand, seeking more stimulation.

I slipped a finger inside her, and a breathy whimper escaped her as her walls squeezed tightly around my digit. Her hips bucked, trying to get my finger deeper inside her. With a small grin, I obliged her, pushing another finger inside and hooking them upwards.

A cry escaped her as I hit her g-spot. Her hips bucked and twitched, her inner walls squeezing around my digits. I moved my fingers slowly, stroking and teasing the spot inside her. My lips trailed back up her neck, capturing hers in another kiss.

Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to her as she ground her hips against my hand. I broke the kiss, nipping and nibbling her bottom lip before moving along her jawline.

Her breathing grew heavier, her hips rolling against my hand as she sought release. I curled my fingers, rubbing them against her g-spot as my palm grinded against her clit. She let out a strangled gasp, her hips bucking as she came. Her juices dripped from her pussy, coating my fingers.

Her arms fell from around my neck, resting on my shoulders as she caught her breath. Small shakes and shudders ran through her sweat soaked form, and a wide grin split her lips.

“That...that was amazing,” she breathed, her chest heaving slightly as she came down from her orgasm. “And you’ve barely touched me.”

“Oh, we're not done yet,” I murmured with a smirk, kissing her briefly.

She looked down at me, her eyes widening and a nervous gulp escaping her as she followed my gaze. I'd removed my hand from her pussy, but was now gripping the base of my cock, aiming it at her dripping slit.

“O-okay,” she murmured, biting her lower lip nervously.

My free hand rose up, cupping the back of her head and pulling her down into another kiss, this one gentler than the others. She sighed softly, melting into the kiss. At the same time, I lifted my hips, my tip brushing against her labia and eliciting a gasp from the young girl.

“Don't worry,” I murmured. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

She nodded, resting her hands on my shoulders as she slowly sank down onto me. Her folds parted, enveloping my shaft as she lowered herself. She was insanely tight, her walls squeezing my member in a way that made me groan softly.

Once I was completely inside her, she stopped, catching her breath. After a moment, her hazel eyes met mine. As she looked into my eyes, I was struck by a sudden need to give her a name.

“Diana,” I murmured. A brief look of confusion graced her features, and I elaborated, “Your name, it’s going to be Diana.”