Autumn Wind

SELECT SUBJECT

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He selected 'SELECT SUBJECT' and saw Samantha's name listed there. When he selected her profile a second menu popped up.

CHARACTER SHEET

CUSTOM INPUT

PRESETS

PREVIEW

He selected the CHARACTER SHEET tab and what looked like a revised Dungeons and Dragons character sheet. Samantha's name was prominently displayed at the top, with a collection of familiar stats below.

"What are these?"

Samantha leaned over and looked at the sheet. "Oh, those are exactly what they look like. It's a real character sheet, but for me." She scooted closer and leaned in. "You can see the traditional ones here. Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma."

"Can I actually change these?"

"Well, not too much, right now. Just because of the limitations I have in place. I'm pretty sure neither of us wants to see what I look like with a 5 for my intelligence score. At least not in public." She winked.

"Why not? I think it could be kind of fun."

"Oh, trust me, it is. There's a preset I built that drops intelligence, ups libido, and causes the subject to release endorphins when exposed to certain stimuli."

Ethan studied her for a second before a realization dawned on him. "You made a bimbo preset?!" he whispered, making Samantha bust up laughing.

"I did. And testing it caused me a fair bit of trouble, if you want to know."

"Does it do all the other things that, well, bimbos, are known for?"

"You mean platinum hair and big tits?" She cupped her breasts and pushed them up and forward. "Thick, sensitive lips for—" she looked around to make sure nobody was listening before finishing, "—sucking cock?" She sat back, covering her mouth with one hand to stifle the laugh that tried to escape at Ethan's expense. He's just so cute.

"Uh... Yeah, like those sort of things."

She put her hands on her legs and swung her feet, which no longer touched the floor. Nodding and smiling, she said, "I set a timer on the changes and locked all of my accounts for the day so that I wouldn't do anything too stupid, and then I went out."

Ethan was enthralled by her story. This girl who he'd only met online had, in the span of an hour, revealed herself to be a kinky genius who'd built an app for body modifications, and you know what? He was all in for it. He fiddled with the app as she told her story, intent on finding something to entertain them with for the evening.

Samantha continued. "I'd set it on a timer so the changes would take place over the course of an hour and I went to the mall. The changes would only last for eight hours from the time I started the process, so I knew I couldn't do too much harm." She paused to sip from her glass and raised an eyebrow at the cup. "Is this colder?" She licked her lips and her eyes widened and she met Ethan's amused gaze.

"I think I found the sensitivity feature." He couldn't stop the grin that spread over his features.

"Holy shit, yeah..." she moved a hand up to her lips and touched them gently, but the moment her fingers touched her lips she uttered a tiny sigh under her breath. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply before speaking. "Ethan?" Her voice was soft and raspy.

"Yes, Samantha?" he teased.

"I need you to turn that down just a little bit, okay?" her breathing was getting heavier, and her neck muscles clenched as she tried to keep from pursing her lips against each other.

"Oh, and why is that, Girlfriend?"

"Because..." she snapped, and then gasped at the pressure on her tender lips. She took a moment to collect herself before meeting his eyes again. "Because I can barely think right now, and if you don't want me screaming when I orgasm in front of everybody in this restaurant, you'll turn it down."

He saw how serious she was and tapped on the SENSITIVITY icon that he'd dragged and dropped on her LIPS on the BODY PARTS list. He adjusted the slider from 75% down to 15%.

"Ooh, that's better." She said, placing her hands on the table to steady herself.

"I'm sorry, Samantha. I should have asked you first before—"

"No! You're fine." She took his hand. "This is actually really, really fun. That was just... a lot, all at once, you know?"

"Was it that bad when you were a bimbo?" he asked.

She was about to answer when she felt something else change.

-

They were no longer alone. Maria was approaching the table with a bowl of breadsticks with marinara. Samantha was still breathing hard and trying to catch her breath, and even she had a difficult time trying to avoid staring at the waitress's hips as she sashayed toward them.

"I brought you some appetizers." She bent over and set the plate on the table and Ethan was surprised to see Samantha staring at the waitress's cleavage.

"Honey?" Ethan asked, chuckling as he watched Samantha avert her gaze, blink a few times, and look at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you ready to order now?"

She looked at Maria and then the menu and seemed to remember where she was. "Oh, of course!"

Ethan smiled apologetically at Maria, which made Samantha stick her tongue out at him. She licked her lips absentmindedly and glared at him before ordering. "I'll take the aglio e olio, please."

"And I'd like the lasagna."

"Of course." Maria smiled and took their menus. "I'll be back with your food shortly." And she started away. After a few steps, she looked over her shoulder and winked at Samantha, putting a little more sway into her step.

Samantha gasped and smacked Ethan's leg as he laughed at her. "That's not funny! It's not my fault made me a horn dog."

"I didn't even touch the libido or sexuality features." He showed her the tablet as proof and she scowled. "That was all you, Girlfriend. But I do have a question."

"Yeah?"

He pointed around the screen. "How do I set a change to take place gradually?"

She walked him through the process, which he thought to be pretty intuitive, and he told her. He smiled at the blush of pride that spread across her features.

"So you really don't think it's weird?"

"What? Are you kidding me? This is amazing, Samantha."

"So you're gonna let me use it on you when we get back to my place, right?"

Ethan had to pause for a second. Of course, he'd considered that she'd want to do this, but that's an awful lot of trust to put in a person. He took a deep breath and considered everything he knew about this girl.

She's been kind and respectful to me. She's trusted me enough to show me the things that are the most important to her. And she really is the person I thought she was.

He made up his mind. "I'd love that."

Her face lit up like Christmas and she jumped to give him a hug in their small booth. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She wiped a small tear from her cheek, which surprised Ethan.

"Whoa, are you okay?"

"Yes! Oh, geeze, yes. It's just..."

"Go on." He urged.

She took a deep breath. "When I showed this to my ex, he freaked out." Samantha sat back with a humph. "At first, he liked it. I let him play with it a little bit as I discovered how to do new things." She motioned with her hands like she was molding something out of clay. "I, well... It was kind of like this, but he didn't show your restraint and I didn't have the safety measures in place that I do now."

"Shit..."

She sniffled. "Yeah. It wasn't so bad, but still. I was trapped, and he had control. But when the batteries ran out in the tablet, a default feature took place where I was made 'normal' again." Samantha made finger quotes in the air, and, despite their grim subject matter, Ethan found himself in love with the way she spoke with her hands all of the time. "So we got into a huge fight when he refused to let me use it on him. He'd made me bisexual and open to sleeping with other women, and was trying to convince me to let his new girlfriend, Bianca, continue to stay with us."

Ethan wanted to hold her so badly, but he saw that she needed her space. He tenderly reached for her hand and was relieved when she grasped on to it.

"The effects were still wearing off, so it was hard, but I told him 'no'. I called my work security and they came and removed him from my house. About a month ago I thought I saw him following me one day, and that's when I decided to move out here."

They sat in silence for a minute, just holding hands. Ethan scooted over and rested her head on against his shoulder, something he'd never been able to do before because of his size. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not."

"Well, obviously it's not." She sat back up and smiled at him. "But I've moved past it all. Now, I'm here with you, and I'm having an amazing night."

"And it's only about to get better." He motioned toward Maria, who was approaching with a tray. "You know, I was about to change your sexuality so I could watch the two of you flirt a little bit, but with your story, I don't know if that'd be appropriate."

"Oh, don't you worry about it. Besides, I don't think I'd need any help from you. She really is gorgeous."

Ethan separated himself a bit from Samantha as Maria brought them their food. As she sat the plates down in front of them she paused.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but what kind of contacts are those?" she asked.

Samantha raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry?" A confused look spread over her face and she looked to Ethan, who sat silently with his finger moving across a slider on the tablet's screen. Samantha quickly realized what was going on when she looked back at the waitress and her eyes immediately locked onto her cleavage.

She realized what Ethan had done as her mouth started watering. She felt a passionate attraction to this woman's breasts, and as she looked around the room at the other female staff she realized it wasn't just Maria's breasts that were getting her all hot and heavy. Taking a deep, calming breath, Samantha forced herself to look above Maria's neckline.

Maria stepped back, obviously self-conscious after her prying question. "Sorry, maybe I was mistaken. I just thought I saw your contacts flash or something." She motioned around her eye with her pointer finger in a circular motion. "There was a silver sheen or something."

"Oh, yeah. Something to do with the lighting in here must make them, I don't know, reflect the light or something."

Ethan covered his mouth with his hand and smiled as he watched Samantha struggle to maintain eye contact with the gorgeous waitress. He'd opened up the VISUAL STIMULATION sub menu on the app and saw choices divided by gender, such as:

BREASTS / PECS

MALE BUTT

FEMALE BUTT

FINGERS

FEET

LIPS

EYES

and various ones like FOOD. And even though Samantha's sexuality was intact, she was now incredibly attracted to this woman's tits. Based on the setting descriptions, she should be almost drooling by now. Though the lighting was dim, he thought he could see Samantha's pupils dilate.

"Those are really cool!" Maria said excitedly. "Can I take a closer look?"

"Uh..." Samantha didn't know if she could control herself if Maria got any closer.

"Honey, she just wants to look at them." Ethan prodded.

Samantha would have glared at him, but she didn't trust her eyes not to land on the mountain of cleavage in front of her.

Maria set the tray down, placed her hands on the edge of the table, and leaned forward, squeezing her breasts out with her arms. She could see this guest liked what she saw and thought it was hilarious how hard she tried to keep her eyes up despite her obvious attempts to get her to admire her cleavage.

"You have really nice eyes." Maria said, softly.

"Than—" Samantha had to swallow before she could speak again, but the motion made her blink and when she opened her eyes all she could register was the ample bosom presented before her. Warm candlelight flickered across Maria's deeply tanned skin, and Samantha could see the waitress's erect nipples calling out to her. She began to raise her hand up to touch them...

Seeing that he might have just broken his date, Ethan hit the slider and moved it a ways down. He still left it high enough that he'd be able to catch Samantha leering at other woman throughout the night, but low enough that she could still have a conversation.

The effects were immediate. "Thanks." Samantha was able to pull her eyes up. She cleared her throat and spoke again. "I appreciate it, but I've always wanted eyes like yours."

Maria smiled knowingly and stepped back, picking up and holding the tray with one hand. "Oh, please. Everyone's got brown eyes."

"But not like yours." Samantha looked closer. "Sure, some brown eyes look like mud, but yours look like chocolate and coffee."

"Well," Maria smiled and nodded toward Ethan. "If you ever decide to bat for the other team, I'll promise to treat you to as much chocolate and coffee as you want."

As offended as he wanted to be, all Ethan could feel was astonishment at the woman's forwardness. Astonishment, and maybe a little turned on. He looked between the two beautiful women in front of him and imagined them in bed together with him, then shifted uncomfortably in his seat, thankful for the table covering his erect crotch.

Samantha took a long while in responding. "I might take you up on that. But, you know..." she reached for Ethan's hand. "I'm not much for baseball, but I do enjoy team sports, so long as everyone enjoys the game."

Taking the hint, Maria sized up Ethan. Admittedly, there wasn't much in 'size' to 'up'. "Sorry, but I know what I like. No offense to you, sir." She seemed to suddenly remember she was on the clock. "You're just not my..."

"Gender?"

"Exactly." She smiled apologetically, and thankful that the situation hadn't devolved into something bad. Maria straightened her top, laughing inside when she saw Samantha sneak another peak at her chest. She deserved better than this guy, as far as she was concerned. All he was doing was playing with his stupid tablet. But, to each their own. She thought she could see something on the screen that said 'Duration of Change' with a slider underneath it, but it was quickly covered up as the screen changed to a large button that said 'EXECUTE' which the boy tapped on. Maria did a short double take as she could have sworn the girl's eyes flashed again, but she couldn't be sure.

-

After the waitress left them, Samantha let out the giant breath she'd been holding. Though her eyes were still locked on the lady's wide hips, she could tell the change Ethan had made to her had lessened dramatically. She was able to look away, though she really didn't want to for the moment. Once the moment had passed, she turned her attention back to her date.

He raised Samantha's hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "I'm sorry about that. I think I went a little overboard."

"Maybe a little, yeah." Samantha tried to catch her breath. "Holy cow, I didn't know I could feel that way before."

"Not even with..." Ethan was about to say, 'your ex?', but quickly realized that territory was probably still too sensitive.

"No." Samantha said, taking his hand comfortingly. "He was never as creative as that." She sighed, shook her head as if to clear it, and reached for a piece of bread. "He mostly had me walk around the house in a little bunny suit he found on Amazon, cleaning things as he changed my proportions."

Ethan didn't know what to say, so he didn't.

"It was really after he left that I made that 'Bimbo' preset, you see."

She found the same sort of tone that some of his professors had, and damn if it didn't sound better coming from her lips. Her 15% more sensitive lips, he thought to himself.

"I had to reclaim my sexuality." She whispered. "And I was too afraid to do it myself, so I forced myself to." She sighed in ecstasy as she swallowed a bite of garlic bread covered in a deep red marinara. A suggestive smirk crossed her features as she ran her thumb across her lips to clear away any remaining sauce.

She can feel the difference, he thought.

Samantha wiped her lips with her napkin, staring Ethan in the eye in challenge as she did so, before continuing. "I turned myself into the stupidest, sexiest, penis-craving whore I could think of, and unleashed myself upon the world."

Ethan struggled against the painful bulge in his pants, trying to seem nonchalant. In reality, he'd never been more thankful for the cover of a table before in his life.

As she lathered the rest of her garlic bread in sauce the color of freshly kissed lips, she said, "I arrived at the mall and the changes were already starting to take place. The memories are still fresh up here." She tapped her temple with her free hand. "I remember my skirt climbing up my legs and turning bright pink. I remember studying my fingernails as they became a similar, iridescent shade of pink, and trying to make sense of it all. Because that's what really scared me about it all, you know? Losing my intelligence? My willpower? In that moment, I couldn't understand why my fingers where becoming daintier, or my breasts were feeling heavier, or why I kept standing, and walking, and even sitting in different ways that were all meant to attract the attention of the guys walking past me. I even changed my age, making myself older into the stereotypical bimbo milf you watch in porn videos. But 'Why?', you might ask?" She paused, took another bite of her garlic bread, and chewed for a short moment, licking her lips clean instead of using either her finger or her napkin. She swallowed. "Because I needed to do it. I needed to prove to myself that what my ex had done to me was nothing I couldn't overcome. It was nothing I couldn't surpass. I could place myself in worse situations, I could adjust my IQ to the equivalent of a Cheez-It, I could become the horniest, sexiest, most sexist and stereotyped whore of a woman possible and still come out of it better."

Ethan noted that her voice rose in intensity during the course of her monologue. He clenched his teeth in anger at this unnamed ex of hers, imagining all of the horrible things he would like to do to him. This woman aside him was peaceful, loving, and patient. She was open and honest, and smarter than anyone else in the room, though she didn't let you know it. How could someone hurt her like this? Drive her to more pain, like the scars on his thighs?

"I'm sorry, Samantha." He whispered.

She stared deeply into the marinara for a small second. Then she released another pent up breath and worked to calm her breathing. "I just knew that I could overcome what he did to me." Still not meeting his eyes, she took his hand. "And I have. I've put myself in worse situations just to see if it'd kill me, and they didn't." She finally looked up at him.

Ethan nearly flinched at the steel he saw behind those soft, blue eyes. Over the course of the conversation they'd gone from a twilit beach to a raging storm.

"I'm stronger than he was, and now I'm better for proving it to myself."

They sat in quiet for a moment before Ethan handed the tablet back over to her. "I think we should probably take a break from this for a while." He said.

She nodded, and shifted in her seat.

"That being said," a sly grin managed to sneak its way into the moment, "you may experience a... handful... of changes in the next few hours."

Samantha couldn't help but laugh at that. "It's okay, Ethan. I think I trust you."

A scoff escaped his parched throat, and he reached for the water. "You're just deciding that now? Two hours after giving me access to an app that changed who you are?"

"Yeah, I guess that's kind of ridiculous. But I think I know what you mean."

Ethan nodded in the direction of the kitchen, and Samantha looked up to see Maria approaching them with their food. Samantha watched the woman's deep, tanned breasts as she worked her way over, now unafraid of being too forward, and was rewarded with a smile from the waitress.