Jon stepped out of his bathing pool, Lisa patiently waiting with a towel for him. She wrapped the soft fabric around him, Jon looked at the time. It was only slightly after noon, hours away from the party. He had some time to kill. Jon looked at Lisa standing next to him. She was dressed in a French maid uniform, it seemed fitting in some way with the new house, but also made her look like a walking fetish. He knew he could just as easily spend all of the time from now until the party fucking her brains out, but he wanted to stay rested up for tonight. Jon looked at his bed, pleased to see it was perfectly made with a rather dashing set of designer clothing laid out for tonight's party. Lisa had good taste.
What didn't please him was the stone sitting on a nightstand next to the bed. He didn't like the idea of the stone being left out, especially not where he was planning on bringing back multiple girls. Lisa had already made that mistake, and although he was enjoying it, he would rather not risk something like that happening again. "I wish," he said as he picked up the stone," I have a safe in my office hidden in the wall which I already know the combination for." Jon waited for the flash to pass and walked into the next room, spying a painting hanging on the wall which hadn't been there before. Like a movie, Jon moved the painting aside, exposing his new safe. Jon opened the safe and deposited the stone, happy knowing it would be out of the way during the party. "Lisa," Jon said as he returned to his bedroom, "find me something more casual. I want to spend some time finding my way around the house."
A few minutes later, Jon stepped out of his room in a t-shirt and jeans, although they were still designer made. Jon looked up and down the hall, deciding to explore the top level first before getting lost again on the ground floor. His original house had only had his room, Zoe's room, and a bathroom on this level. Jon looked down the hall and saw there were a actually only a couple new doors on this level. In one door, the original bathroom had been improved along with the rest of the house, but it was till not as nice as Jon's was. Moving down the hall, one new door lead to a game room, with billiard tables, dart board, and a few vintage arcade games. Jon walked past what he guessed was Zoe's room down the hall to the last door. Jon was surprised to see it lead to a stair case going up. Following the stairs, Jon stepped out onto the roof of his house. There were several tables with sun umbrellas placed about, making it look an outdoor patio for a nice restaurant. In the middle of the roof was another small structure, which he discovered was actually a private observatory complete with telescope. This was getting to be too much.
Jon returned to the top floor and moved to his sister's door. He did not know if his previous wish would still make him invisible in here, but he would take the chance. He opened the door and stepped into Zoe's room. He looked around, noting she too had a few new doors in her room. Her bed was bigger, but not as big as his. In fact, while the whole room was improved, his seemed much more lavish. She was not in her bedroom, so he decided to take a look in her office. She was not in that room either, but Jon did notice while his was more of a classic style with wood, her walls were stainless steel, and her desk was made of glass, giving the whole space a very modern look. Jon hoped Zoe was in her bathroom, or else this was going to be like the world's hardest game of hide and seek in this house. Jon opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway, looking in. Zoe's bathroom kept with the more modern styling, trading a bathing pool for a shower with water jets placed into the walls, surrounding the bather in blasts of water. Zoe stood in the shower, twirling around as the beads of water danced on her skin, Tiffany and Amber humming pleasantly as the jets sprayed their nipple-noses. Zoe seemed to shudder and turned to face the open door, looking right at Jon. His blood ran cold. "Didn't I close that door?" Zoe asked her boobs. "Who cares?" Amber said, her eyes still closed. "Yeah, the breeze is making my nose hard, anyways," Tiffany added. Jon released a sigh of relief and stepped in, glad his wish now included these rooms as well. Jon looked around, seeing all of the walls in Zoe's bathroom were mirrors instead of just the one in his.
His attention was pulled back to his sister as he heard Sarah's voice. "Zoe," she whined, "when is it my turn?" Zoe stopped scrubbing her upper body and started changing the jet pattern on the controls next to her. All of the jets except for one, right at Sarah's level between Zoe's legs, turned off. Zoe turned to face it and spread her legs, blasting Sarah right in the face. Sarah gasped and started to moan as the water hit her nose and mouth. Her moans turned to grunts and squeaky yelps as Zoe started humping the stream of water, bringing more sounds of pleasure from all four faces on Zoe's body. She started pinching the nipples on the faces attached the her chest, squeezing the boob-girls faces vigorously, causing their features to contort and stretch before they returned to their normal positions when Zoe let go. Zoe's movements continued to pick up speed until her whole body jolted and she leaned against the shower wall, caught up in her orgasm. Zoe hit the off button and stood panting in the shower, drops of water falling off of her.
Jon had to readjust Karyn in his pants after the spectacle he just saw. Zoe now had the sex drive of four high school girls, and she did not bother to scratch the itch when ever the mood hit her. It was so hot. Zoe stepped out of the shower and moved to the toilet and sat down, spreading her legs. Jon moved for a better view, and watched as Sarah's mouth slacked open and a jet of piss sprayed out of her mouth and into the bowl just inches beneath her. The force was so much that some drops shot out of the bowl and landed on her face. Jon took a little pride in the fact that this girl, who had once been the pain of his and so many others' existence, was now just a body part used for waste and the pleasure of another. The sense of power made him feel almost drunk. Zoe reached down with a wad of toilet paper and gingerly wiped the piss off Sarah's face and then blotted her mouth dry before standing up and flushing. "At least you didn't get turned into her asshole, Sarah," Jon said, knowing she couldn't hear him. Zoe walked past him and moved to a towel rack, wrapping a towel around herself and hiding all of her additional faces from view. With the towel, Zoe looked normal except for the larger tits. Jon smiled and left Zoe's room.
Jon spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the house. He knew he could just wish to know where everything was, but that would ruin the fun of exploring. As he wandered around, Jon found an exercise room complete with machines and weights, a private movie theater, the library his mother was in the day before, a wine cellar, tool shop, sun room, garage with several luxury and sports cars and its own gas pump, several guest rooms and bathrooms, and another whole section which seemed to be devoted to live-in staff. Jon would have to wish himself some house staff and a huge bank account to pay them with.
By the time early evening came, Jon knew most of the lay out by heart, at least well enough to get around. He returned to his bedroom and changed into the clothes Lisa had laid out for him while she prepared dinner. Jon watched the clock eagerly, anticipation filling him. At one point, he almost wished for time to skip ahead to 9:00, but decided against it. It was now 8:59 and he sat in his basement, the mood lighting set, the sound system running, and the booze ready to be served. His world seemed to slow as he counted down the seconds on his new luxury watch.
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Ding dong.
Jon smiled. "Lisa," he shouted, "please let the guests in."
