Autumn Wind

It took her another few seconds to catch her breath before she sat up. Her eyes took a second to focus on Ethan, and her hair was a little disheveled.

"Holy fuck." She said in a quiet, breathy voice.

Ethan laughed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just..." she ran her hand through her hair and glared at Holly. "Wow."

"Hey, rules is rules." Holly said. "But I think I can grant you a temporary relief. For good behavior, and for good taste." She winked and looked Samantha's costume up and down.

For her part, Samantha handled it all really well. Once she'd caught her breath, she'd figured her outfit had been transformed into the slutty, provocative outfit from that night out. She'd even taken special care to keep her legs closed as she sat up. And Holly's 'relief', it seemed, was to move the vibration away from her pussy and up to her chest. She could feel it in her sternum, reverberating softly in her sensitive nipples. Despite the cleavage she was showing, the thick leather would hide her perky bosom, and she was thankful for that.

"Would you like another drink?"

Samantha nodded; her mouth dry. After a second she spoke. "Yeah, please. That'd be great."

"What would you like?" Ethan stood up and went back to the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at his sexy, sexed-up girlfriend. He loved the way her eyes were glazed over as she tried to steady herself.

"Make me something new."

"Okay..." Ethan busied himself around the kitchen, unaware of the changes that were taking place in his own body.

It was easier to focus without the vibrations in her pussy, but the tingling around her nipples still fought for her attention. Still, she was able to focus on what was going on with her 'Girlfriend.' Ethan was a bit shorter now than before, which she could only tell because he had to stretch on his toes to reach the liquor. As she watched him move around, she noted how slim his shoulders looked on his frame, and how loose his shirt seemed on his torso. The sight brought an evil grin to her face. She'd decided, once Ethan had placed this latest condition on her, that he wouldn't be the only one to benefit from it. For every orgasm she had that night, of which there were likely many more to come, Ethan would become more and more feminine.

She could feel the heat building in her as she thought of the vision she'd had earlier of that hot bod with her long pixie cut and shaved side. She couldn't wait. It was only a half-moment later when Samantha realized that thinking 'I can't wait' was a mistake, because the buzzing got stronger and she suddenly had more difficulty focusing.

"What?" Holly responded to Samantha's glare. "You want to hurry this along, right?" And with yet another grin, she turned the vibrations up a little bit more, eliciting a squeal from Samantha.

"Everything alright in there?" asked Ethan.

"Yes!" Samantha said. She cupped her breasts, but the added pressure did nothing to alleviate the sensations.

"Alright, then." Ethan said, a tone of doubt in his voice. And, speaking of tone, was his voice higher? No, probably not. Not after only one of Samantha's orgasms. "Well, I made you an orange whip." Sounds of stirred ice came from the kitchen. "I hope you enjoy it."

"Like from the Blues Brothers?"

Ethan shook the stirring spoon at her in emphasis, "Yes!"

"Orange cream soda is my favorite, so yeah, I'm sure I'll like it." She tried adjusting her top, but the corset was too tight; any movement of it on her part would do nothing for her but give Ethan a premature show.

"I'm glad. And it's still your turn, by the way."

"What?" she'd forgotten.

"Truth or dare, girlfriend?" Ethan laughed at how sexy she was, getting lost in her post-orgasmic bliss.

"Ah, shit. Let me think."

Ethan gave her a moment to consider her options as he finished up her drink and poured it into a pilsner glass. The white drink had a hint of orange in its hue, and smelled liberally of the citrusy fruit. He took a small sip, licking the cream off of his smooth upper lip. His nails caught the light as he worked his way over to Samantha and he admired the short French tips he'd had done recently.

The orange whip was the perfect antidote to the heat building in Samantha's chest, and she drank more than half of it in one go. She saw Ethan stare at her long, bare throat as she downed the drink and was a bit surprised at the possessiveness she felt at owning his attentions with her body.

After taking her time with her new drink, which she though could use a little more orange in it, but otherwise really, really liked, she set down the glass and responded. "Dare."

Ethan was surprised. "Really? Even after that last one?"

"Oh, I don't know." She scooted up next to him, admiring his now-softer features. "Maybe I like where this is going."

"Okay, then. Holly, what do you think?"

"Wait—"

"I think if she likes where this is going, maybe you can help her enjoy the journey as much as the destination."

"But—"

"My thoughts, exactly." Ethan said with a grin. He reached forward with his hands and stopped a few inches from her breasts. "Samantha, is it okay—"

"Yes." She said. With the constant stimulation of her breasts, all she wanted on them was Ethan's guided hands.

He reached forward and cupped her chest. It wasn't a particularly large chest. In fact, it was smaller than what he'd imagined for himself when she forced him to describe himself as a woman earlier. But it was hers, and her breasts were beautiful. He ran a soft thumb over the exposed skin, marveling at the pillowy softness of them before mocking himself for using the word 'pillowy'. He could have sworn he felt a buzzing emanating from her chest.

"I figure you'd have more fun if we turned the sensitivity feature up just a small notch." He looked over at Holly. "Just her chest, though." He thought toward her. "We've got to leave more room for improvements in the future."

"Of course." The A.I. said, and made the change.

"Which sensitivity feat—" Samantha's question was cut off by the sudden change in her body. Whereas before she could feel the vibrations as they worked their way through her chest, now she really experienced them. Every sensation, every miniscule ripple of movement along her sensitive fatty tissue; she could register it all. No, it wasn't that she could register it, it was that she had to register it. The sensations grew in intensity, but she found that it wasn't that the vibrations had gotten stronger, but that the nerves in her skin and in her breasts themselves had gotten turned up to eleven. Ethan's soft thumb, now adorned with a lovely little French tip, ran across the skin just above her right areola, and she felt as if she could feel every cell respond to his touch.

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

"Does it feel good?" Ethan asked.

"It feels... fucking amazing."

"Does it feel nice when I do this?" he gave her tits a little squeeze, but her only response was a sharp intake of breath as she quivered under his touch.

"Holy shit, stop!" Her hands reached up and grabbed his arms suddenly, trying to pull his hands off, but it was too late. The effects of the change had made her quiet when she orgasmed, which he realized he shouldn't have enacted, so when her voice locked up and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, he knew what was happening. Her nails dug into the flesh of his forearms as her arms changed their intentions, now pulling herself harder against his clutches. Her hips bucked once, twice, three times before the moment was over and she collapsed forward into his arms, breathing heavily and resting her head against his chest.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He whispered into her ear, giving it a loving little bite.

"Oh, God, yes." She said as she leaned back and wiped sweat from her brow. "That felt so... different. Amazing, but just so different." She looked up at Ethan, but his eyes were distracted by something else that were apparently amazing and different as well.

"What the fuck!" Samantha yelled as she grabbed at the two huge breasts on her chest. She quickly realized how much of a mistake that was when the pleasure overloaded her again and she fought to maintain control. Shaking her head and gritting her teeth, she stood up and used the tv screen as a mirror.

"Those look incredibly uncomfortable, girlfriend, but fuck me if your breasts aren't hot as hell." Ethan took the opportunity to admire how hot her sexy little ass looked under her short skirt as she bent over to admire her new breasts in the makeshift mirror.

"These aren't breasts," Samantha said absentmindedly. "I couldn't even call these 'boobs." She turned around, catching his eyes as they shot up from her ass to her chest and then to her face. She tugged the leather corset up and down, which had thankfully grown in cup size to accommodate her new chest, and her breasts bounced with the motion. "These... are proper tits."

"Yeah, they are." Holly said with an evil grin. "I wonder what'll happen, next?"

Samantha grimaced and clenched her legs as she felt the vibrations move down again.

-

"These... are proper tits."

Ethan had to agree. Samantha looked incredible, standing there in her miniskirt, her beautiful, soft legs on display just for him. A moment later, her legs clenched and her knees locked together. She leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees as she steadied herself. However, her new position granted him a perfect view of her new tits. He adjusted himself when he noticed her not looking, carefully adjusting his panties around his hard cock, trying to avoid hitting his sensitive skin with his nails. He wasn't too worried that she'd notice, but it was never comfortable wearing panties with a boner.

"Okay, I got this!" Samantha said and jumped up, as much as she could in the crazy heels she was wearing. She bounced around in a circle, clearing her hair out of her face and taking in deep breaths like she was about to dive into a pool. Miraculously, her bodice kept her breasts in place throughout her active movements, though Ethan definitely got a generous view.

Clearing his throat, Ethan asked, "Are you ready for another round, then?"

"I'm ready for anything, Girlfriend." Samantha said, punching at the air in front of her.

It was a ridiculous sight, and Ethan would have been laughing if it wasn't so damn sexy. "Okay, then." He reached for his cards and carefully removed the top one.

"How're you feeling, Girlfriend?" Samantha asked, placing a little extra emphasis on the word 'Girlfriend'.

"I'm feeling incredible, Samantha." He replied honestly. "I'm living in a dream right now, and it's incredible."

"I agree. Hey, you didn't tell me you got your nails done!" She carefully walked over to him, her hips swinging gently in the air. "They look cute!" she took his hand and brought it up into view.

"Oh, yeah. They're nothing special."

"Stop that." She said. The long nails were painted a sky blue and came to soft, rounded tips. He was right, of course. There was nothing special about them, save for that they were on him, and that he was apparently completely unaware of the change. Samantha loved that. "They're lovely." She kissed his fingers and let his hand go. There was an extra-strong pulse from between her legs and she jumped up, hissing between her teeth. "Okay! Let's do this!" her deck materialized in her hand and she pulled the top card.

Holly stood up between the two of them, holding up three fingers on each hand. "Are you ready?" she looked at Ethan, who nodded. She turned to Samantha and upped the vibrations for a moment, causing Samantha to flinch. After steeling herself again, she nodded as well. "All right! Three... two... one!"

They flipped over their cards and, before they could even show them to each other Holly yelled out, "War!"

"Shit..." Samantha stopped moving around for a second.

"Shit." Ethan looked genuinely worried. Sure, they trusted each other, but now he had the chance to get back at her. Then again, now she had the chance to make his life all the more... interesting.

"You know the rules, guys!" she waved her fingers in the air, drawing three cards from either deck and lining them up in front of the players.

"You ready for this, Girlfriend?"

"You bet your sexy, bared ass I'm ready for this. Hit it, Holly!"

Holly drew the top cards from their decks, floating them across the air and catching them in her hands. They spun in the air, too quickly for the eye to make out what was on them. "Ethan... Samantha..."

"Fuck me, just do it already!" Samantha shouted, literally dancing both in anticipation and in an effort to distract herself from the vibrations in her pussy.

"Excuse me." Holly said, freezing the cards face-down in the air. "Don't interrupt the A.I. in charge of torturing you. She may give you exactly what you ask for."

"Oh, please. You're literally programmed to be unable to do anything I don't want or haven't agreed to." Samantha scoffed, stopping her dancing.

"You asked for it."

Samantha quickly realized she'd made a mistake when her body froze.

"Uh, Holly? What are you doing to her?"

"Well, she said 'fuck me', didn't she?"

Oh shit. Samantha spread her legs, but she didn't. It was Holly, but she could feel it as if she was the one making the movements. She tried to speak, but couldn't. Her knees locked up beneath her, and she could feel the cool air on her heated inner thighs. Before she could consider what was happening to her, she found herself bent over at the waste, her ass high in the air and her massive chest like a weight holding her down.

"Holly, wait!"

"Don't worry, Ethan." Holly said, calmingly. "She's right, I can't do anything she isn't okay with." She walked over to Samantha and lifted up her skirt, revealing the sexy curve of her bare ass. From Ethan's perspective, he couldn't see anything other than the shapely curve Samantha's beautiful rear in the air. "Or anything that she hasn't agreed to." She smacked Samantha's ass—hard, before lowering her skirt. "Which is why it's so perfect that she's so desperate for a fucking right now, and that I'm currently tasked with 'coming up with imaginative ways to torture her'."

Samantha tried to speak, but she couldn't do anything. She was a victim to her own desires, unable to even stand herself back up. Focus, she thought. If you can just make yourself not want this, you can stop her. Except she really, really did want this. With her legs spread, she could feel a drop of her wetness dribble down her inner thigh.

Focus!

It was at that exact moment when she felt the cock slide inside her.

"Okay, Holly. Samantha, I'm trusting you right now." He adjusted his panties again, thankful that Samantha's eyes were locked in a forward position so that she couldn't see him. God, she looked so sexy, her round ass up in the air, her pussy covered only by a small skirt that was so easily removable. Her tits hung from her chest like fucking udders, barely held up by the tight corset she wore. The soft light cast shadows along her toned legs, emphasizing her calves. She didn't have very thick thighs at all, which he was fine with. Though he did spend some time thinking of the waitress from earlier, with her thick, feminine thighs. He rubbed his legs though his thin sweat pants, imagining what he'd look like with thighs like those. Thick, grabbable legs that were every bit a sign of his femininity as the breasts he dreamt of. Sure, his thighs were probably thicker than Samantha's, but still. He was still excited to get up and see how his lower half looked in a mirror without pants on. With his artificially widened ass and his thighs, he was sure he'd look amazing. Returning his attention to Samantha, he could see the tell tale signs of her oncoming orgasm. Frozen as she apparently was, her hips moved back and forth in the air, rocking like they had on the couch; like they had when he'd held her in his arms earlier. Her mouth hung open in a wordless moan of desperation. He decided to help.

"Come for me, Samantha."

Holly had apparently decided to allow Samantha some control of her body again because she turned her head and met his eyes for a second before the orgasm rocked her body with pleasure.

The cock was perfect. It was exactly what she had needed, and she didn't want it to stop. Frozen there in front of her Girlfriend, her ass raised and her pussy exposed behind her for anyone to see, it was the most incredible sexual experience she'd ever had. She could feel herself being filled by that wonderful, spectral dick again and again, and it was perfect.

But, once the orgasm started she felt the cock slide out, leaving her empty and desperate. Her body remained locked up during her orgasm, but once it had passed she was given control of it again. She grabbed her knees to hold herself up, legs shaking underneath her. Despite everything that had just happened, all she really wanted was that cock inside of her again.

"Are you okay, hon?" came an unfamiliar voice from the couch. She looked up, still panting, to find Ethan sitting there. But, he was different. His hair was longer, for one. And darker. And the tips looked... purple? His voice was absolutely not masculine, though she'd be hard pressed to guess the gender of the person speaking under any other circumstance. The sweats he'd been wearing had changed, too. A pair of grey leggings coated his legs, showing off thighs that were thicker than hers. And was his skin darker? More tan?

"Samantha?" he tugged at the bra strap at his side. They were barely there, but they were there, nonetheless. Mosquito-bites in an A-cup bra, obviously padded, sat on his chest. "Samantha? Hey, answer me, girlfriend."

"Yeah!" she said, snapping out of it, trying to clear her head as another small rush of pleasure filled her body. She knew the change was going to happen to him, but it was just so... surprising. If they stepped outside right now there wouldn't be a person in the world who'd think he was a guy. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just..." she fanned her face with her hand.

"Well, come sit down." He patted the seat next to him. After another little aftershock she went and sat on the couch, still shaky, and still fighting against the vibrations in her body. Luckily, they'd moved again. Unfortunately, that meant she now felt like she had a vibrator shoved up her ass.

"And let that be a lesson to you not to interrupt your A.I." Holly said with a satisfied smirk.

"You're horrible." Samantha said, sticking her tongue out at the program.

"Oh, come on. Tell the truth," Holly said with a wink. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Absolutely I did. I loved feeling that fat cock inside me." Samantha said without thinking. In fact, it was almost as if the words were pulled from her, like she'd just chosen 'truth'. But, more than that, it felt... good... when she answered Holly. Like she was happy. What was happening right now? Was this all just post-orgasm delirium?

"I thought you were just feeling the vibrations?"

"Well..." Holly said. "She did ask me to 'fuck' her. So I did."

Samantha blushed, embarrassed to have been taken like that in front of Ethan.

"Well, as long as you liked it. So, what was your change, girlfriend?" Ethan asked.

"I don't know." Samantha said.

"Well, tell us what you were thinking about." Holly said with another wink in her direction.

"I was thinking how crazy hot it was to be stuck like that in front of you, getting fucked from behind and unable to escape. It was incredible." Again, it felt... good... when she answered. Not necessarily 'pleasurable' in a physical sense, but like she was happy to do it. The kind of feeling you get after doing a real good job at something.

Ethan paused for a second, apparently a bit taken aback at her brazenness. "So... are you more of an exhibitionist, now?"