Autumn Wind

Samantha considered it before shaking her head. "No, I don't think so." She leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek, brushing her hand along his erect nipple in the process. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"I guess." He said with a sigh. "Anyways! Holly! Who won the War?"

"Oh!" she said, as if just remembering. "Congratulations, Ethan!"

"Yes!" he shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

"Fuck..." Samantha said.

"You didn't let me finish, Ethan." Holly said, her smile changing from excited to conniving and mischievous. She cleared her throat. "Congratulations, Ethan. You win another change from Samantha." She held up the two cards, showing that Samantha was, indeed, the victor.

"Oh, shit!" They said, simultaneously, but for entirely different reasons.

-

"This is going to be fun." Samantha said, nuzzling up to Ethan's soft chest.

"Easy for you to say."

"What?" she pulled away to get a better view. "Don't trust me?"

"No, it's not that." Ethan leered at Samantha while he thought. He brushed his hand over the side of Samantha's left breast, making her purr. "It's just a lot, you know?"

"I guess that's true." She smiled, pulling his hand away from her ultra-sensitive chest before things got too out of hand for her. "But it's still going to be fun."

He reached with his other hand to cup her right breast, brushing his thumb along the exposed skin and loving the way Samantha's eyes rolled back at the touch. Her hand came up to pull his hand away again. "Samantha," he whined, "let me touch you."

The words hit her like a sack of bricks as she lowered her hand, allowing Ethan to continue to run his fingers over her exposed skin. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body when she obeyed. It wasn't positive reinforcement for obeying or anything, since she couldn't seem to disobey. It was more like her body enjoyed being told what to do. Her back arched in pleasure when she pushed forward, giving Ethan better access to touch her.

"Does that feel good?" he teased.

She moaned a 'yes' and bit her lip. Try as she might, she couldn't pull back from his touch. A second hand came up and gripped her other breast, squeezing it and playing with it. She felt so helpless, at the mercy of Ethan, and it felt so... fucking... good... Holly took that moment to up the vibrations in her ass, and Samantha could feel them reverberating in her rib cage, they were so strong.

"Holy fuck!" she groaned through gritted teeth. Never before had she been so turned on. Her body felt like a giant stick of dynamite with the wick burning down to its end. "Oh, yes, please!" she cried out.

"Don't come yet, girlfriend. Please?" Ethan asked, transfixed on Samantha's incredible breasts. Her hoarse gasps for breath, the strength with which she gripped his legs in support, her inability to focus her eyes, and everything else about her was too much to lose. He was begging her to let him live in the moment for a while longer.

But for Samantha, Ethan wasn't begging. He was commanding. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body was taught with energy that couldn't escape. The pleasure wouldn't stop building but it had nowhere to go. She caught on the edge of orgasm, but the edge was getting stronger. She was so wet she could feel drips of pussy juice dribbled down her leg. Left in this state, she was pretty sure she could fill a small pool in under an hour.

She tried to speak, to let Ethan know that she needed to come, but she couldn't. Her jaws were clenched, and her entire body was so tense her tongue would have refused to obey her. She tried to meet Ethan's gaze, but her eyes refused to focus on anything. A tear from the strain ran down her cheek, blurring her vision.

Then Ethan let go. He said something to her, but she couldn't hear it above the pounding in her ears. All she knew was that the sensations had stopped, and she needed them. She needed them like oxygen.

"Please!" she was able to get out as she staggered forward and fell as she pulled her hands off of Ethan. She gripped her left breast with one hand and shoved her other down her pants, furiously rotating her fingers around her swollen clit. Something hard hit her shoulder, but she barely noticed. She needed release so bad her vision was going gray. When was the last time she'd taken a breath?

Ethan was on the floor next to her where she'd fallen, holding her head in his lap. "Holly! What's happening."

She sat crosslegged on the floor, calmly watching the situations play out. "I imagine she really wants to come." Between her and Ethan, Samantha squirmed on the floor, fighting to get herself off.

"Fucking hell, Holly! What's wrong with her!?"

"She can't come, Ethan. Obviously. Maybe clean that up, huh? She won't like the stain on her rug." She pointed out the small stream of drool pouring out Samantha's mouth.

Rubbing it away, Ethan pushed again. "Holly! Tell me what's wrong with her! Why can't she come?"

"Because you told her not to, you doofus."

"I didn't—"

"Don't come yet, girlfriend. Please?" Holly repeated back to him in his own voice.

"But how would that even..." and then he remembered. They'd never identified what Samantha's most recent change was! He could imagine how she'd feel, stuck with her ass in the air and getting fucked by an invisible cock, completely unable to do anything but enjoy getting rammed to orgasm. Being completely at the mercy of others. And then, right at the end, he'd even helped her along. He'd said...

"Come for me, Samantha."

Her eyes opened wide and her left hand left her breast and clutched at the rug. Her back arched and her legs clenched shut. With her head in his lap, Ethan watched her come.

"Look at me." He whispered.

Her eyes locked onto his, though he wasn't sure if she could see him. But she could. She watched as his lips plumped up and his breasts grew more, starting to block her view.

"Come for me." He whispered again, and she did. Stuck looking at Ethan as she was, she watched his hair grow more, though the right side of his head was shaved. Dark hair with purple lowlights draped in a beautiful pixie cut, and she watched as Ethan brushed bangs out of his face. No, her face, she thought with a smile.

"Come for me." She watched Ethan's skin darken a little more, the Latin side of her heritage apparently coming out more. As orgasms racked her body she watched Ethan's breasts grow even more, until she had to adjust herself in order to maintain her ordered eye contact. She reached back, moving her hand from grasping at the rug to grasping at Ethan's body, and she was surprised at what she found.

Ethan's hips were absolutely incredible. Wider than hers, for certain, and her ass felt thick and strong. She reached for Ethan's breasts...

"Come for me."

Her hand fell back down to the rug. How much longer could she keep this up? Ethan's body was still changing. It was hard to tell from the angle, but she was smaller now. Makeup worked its way across her face, much darker and sexier than Ethan would have liked, but this was one of a few adjustments Samantha had made to Ethan's appearance, though she wasn't sure if she'd get to see them tonight, considering how difficult it was to pay attention to anything. She watched Ethan lick his 15%-more-sensitive lips with a grin.

"Come for me."

Samantha couldn't take it anymore. Her surroundings were foreign to her now as she was caught up in the simple, carnal bliss of orgasm.

"Tell me what you want, Samantha." Came Ethan's high, sultry voice. It was lower in tone than Samantha's, but unmistakably female.

With her pent-up sexual energy now expended, she was finally able to speak. "I want you." She said. "I want you to fuck me."

"Take me to your room, girlfriend." Ethan stood up and helped Samantha to her feet.

On wobbly legs, Samantha began walking to her bedroom. Her horniness hadn't abated in the slightest, however, and she was certain that if she hadn't been under the nanites' spell she would have fallen over and masturbated on the spot. Perhaps one of her recent changes had gotten her stuck on the edge? Needing Ethan's permission to come?

"Come for me."

Samantha heard the giggle come from behind her as another orgasm shook her body and she found herself shuffling toward her bedroom, now bent at her waste. She noticed her clothes had changed, as well. Her top was gone, replaced only by a pair of pasties over her nipples, and her breasts were even larger now. They were easily an F-cup, now, and boy were they heavy. She felt the extra sway in her hips and she remembered how much Ethan loved thicker girls. It probably helps that she is one now, she thought.

She eventually made her way to her bedroom and, having completed her command, leaned against the wall and began masturbating.

"Stop. Don't touch yourself." Ethan giggled again. "Go lie on the bed and spread your legs for me." She watched as Samantha walked over to the bed and laid down on her stomach. Ethan laughed. "Lie on your back, girlfriend. And keep your hands above your head."

Ethan walked up to the bed and took one of Samantha's feet in her hands. He gripped the heel of the stiletto on her feet and moved her legs around like puppets on a string, giggling all the while.

"Do you know how wet you make me?" Ethan asked as she ran her hands up Samantha's legs, tickling her way along her thighs. Ethan ran a finger along her inner thighs, stopping right below Samantha's dripping pussy. "Probably not as wet as this, to be honest. But pretty damn close." She crawled farther on top of her girlfriend until their pelvises were touching. Samantha began to slowly buck her hips back and forth beneath her, trying to find some purchase, anything to rub herself on.

"You have incredible tits, Samantha." Ethan whispered, grabbing them and rubbing at their nipples. She leaned forward and took one in her mouth, eliciting another groan from her stuck girlfriend. She let go and whispered, "Come for me."

Samantha's body rocked beneath her and she watched her breasts jiggle like masses of jell-o. Had she always been this into breasts? Or had Samantha done this to her? She couldn't remember, though she did remember how she'd played with her girlfriend at dinner that night. She slid down and placed her face between Samantha's gentle, soft inner thighs and licked.

"Come for me."

She did.

She licked higher. "Come for me."

She did.

She raised a finger to Samantha's entrance. "Come."

She did.

She licked Samantha's swollen clit. "Come."

She did.

"Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me!" Ethan heard the cry from above her.

She smiled. "As you wish." And she pressed her finger in and lowered her face down.

-

Samantha slowly opened her eyes. Cool moonlight passed through her white blinds onto her face as she sat up, quickly reaching over to hit the snooze button on her phone. Had she left that thing on? Shit. She groaned and rolled over, somewhat surprised to find Ethan lying next to her.

The grin that crossed her face was smug and satisfied. Beside her in bed lay a delicious young woman with a spritely face and more curves than Samantha had any clue how to deal with.

Though I can learn. She thought as she traced a pinky up along Ethan's ribs. A frown marred her features. Somehow that name both felt right and wrong at the same time. 'Ethan'. While Ethan had gone nowhere, that name didn't seem appropriate for this body. And why not change it? She thought. As much as Ethan was sleeping next to her, this new, adorable young woman was also there as well.

No. 'Ethan' wouldn't do. At least not for this week. Oh! That reminded her.

"Holly!" she thought.

The response came instantaneously. "Yes, dear?" Above her floated the spectral AI.

"Fuck!" the word came out in full volume, but Samantha caught herself mid-swear and quieted down, eliciting only a subtle stir from her bedmate. She turned on the AI. "You can't just Hill House me, Holly!" she hissed. "Geeze."

"Sorry!" the ghost held her hands up and settled into a seating position on top of her. While Samantha noticed the sheets and blankets didn't move, she did feel a substantial weight rest upon her thighs. "What would you like me to look like for you?"

"It's not so much about the look, Holly. It's about you spooking me in the middle of the night."

"It's actually morning—"

"You can actually shut up." Samantha rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you two?"

"Well, I know what you have planned for him. Though, strictly speaking, you haven't actually placed the war-rule into effect yet." She shrugged. "As for me, I don't really know, yet. What are you thinking?"

Samantha smiled contentedly as she curled up behind Ethan, making him the little spoon. "For you? Maybe something more adorable and much, much less frightening." She shot her a glare. "But for Ethan?" she grinned deviously. "You know what I want for my win." She felt the pressure on her midsection lessen and turned to find an adorable white ferret resting there.

"He may fight you on your interpretation of the rules, Samantha." The little creature curled up on her hip said. "And he might even have a case, too."

"Oh, I don't know." Samantha had to stifle a tired laugh when she saw Ethan's full, beautiful lips twitch at the sound of her voice so close to his pierced ears. "I doubt he'll actually be upset."

"Okay, then." The ferret smiled and crawled up and along her, tickling her side with its tiny paws as it came to rest by her shoulder. "So, say it specifically for the two of us, then."

"For the remainder of this week," Samantha spoke quietly, "I will be allowed to place a new rule on Ethan each day. That is what I choose as my 'win' for the second 'War' that I won."

"Technically..." said the ferret, "you won yesterday, so you do have a rule you can place on him for yesterday if you so wish."

Samantha smiled softly and kissed Ethan's exposed ear, brushing his hair back across it. "Oh," she whispered, "I do so wish."

The ferret looked at her expectantly.

"I wish..." she began as she sat up to look at Ethan's beautiful body, preserved from the full power of her full leering gaze under thick downy blankets. A loud gust blew against the wind, trapping a single red, yellow and orange maple leaf there against the glass in a turbulent dance of nature that captured Samantha's gaze. Then she knew what she wished for. She turned to her ferret companion. "I wish that the name 'Ethan' would be replaced by a more appropriate name for the duration of this week."

"Any name in particular?" Holly asked.

Samantha felt a resounding peace in her chest as she spoke the name that Ethan would be going by for the foreseeable future.

"His—" she shook her head. "No. Her name... is Autumn."

"Autumn." Holly repeated, looking at the sexy, tanned Latina woman lying in bed next to them. She closed her eyes in faux focus and said, "It is done."

Samantha curled up against her Girlfriend's back and closed her eyes. Soon enough, the warm morning light would be filtering in through her blinds and lighting the room with Fall colors, and Autumn would wake up in her arms.

She smiled. This week was going to be amazing.

-

Autumn shifted under the blankets, turning away from the light that poured in through the open blinds. Her mind was still hazy from sleep, but she was able to recognize that it was early morning and that she was in a strange bed. Alone.

But it wasn't a strange bed, though. A sleepy smile spread across her face as she remembered getting her girlfriend off last night. Her sexy, beautiful, intelligent, delicious and adorable girlfriend. Autumn moaned a little at the memory and stretched, rubbing at the side of her neck and running her hands down her naked body to rest between her thighs.

Something else registered a moment later— bacon. She smelled bacon. Autumn sat up quickly and regretted it. Her head hurt and the light was much brighter outside of her covers. It was also colder than she'd expected, and she shivered a little. Rubbing her bare arms, she turned and went to put her feet on the floor, but she'd underestimated how tall this bed was and had to bounce down the last inch or two. Thank God Samantha had carpet in this room. If Autumn had had to walk on tile or wood it would have sucked.

Now where were her clothes? She'd been wearing clothing, right? A pouty frown crossed her features.

"Looking for this?" came a voice from behind her.

Autumn squealed at the unexpected voice, crossing her arms over her breasts and bending at the waist. But when she turned, it was just Holly, still done up like Maria from the restaurant. In her delicate hands she held up Autumn's bra, dramatically releasing one side of it so it unfolded.

Autumn stood up a little straighter, but still kept her chest covered with one hand. "Geeze, Holly. You scared the heck out of me."

The AI grinned. "I know. Here." She tossed the forest green bra to Autumn, who had to drop her arms to catch the flimsy material. "Samantha's making breakfast in the kitchen right now, if you're hungry."

Another waft of bacon hit Autumn's nose and she moaned, turning around and away from Holly to put her bra on. "I can smell it. I'll be there soon, once I get dressed." She looked over her shoulder at Holly and held up a hand expectantly.

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Holly held one hand open, palm up, and wiggled her fingers over it. Animated sparks flew from her fingers and formed a matching pair of panties. Satisfied with their design, she clapped her hands together and the panties disappeared.

"Where'd they...?" Autumn turned around, looking on the floor before noticing they'd appeared on her body already. "Wow. That was pretty cool."

"Thank you." The AI sat down on the bed. "I strive for pretty cool."

The closet door had a full-body mirror that let Autumn check herself out in. She adjusted the straps, tugging them up and letting her titties bounce. "Did you change this at all?" She ran her fingers along the inside of the cups as she turned to Holly. The bra had some cushion that she definitely did not need, but all the same it felt... right. Like she knew it wasn't exactly her style, but she loved it anyways.

"I didn't, no. Samantha, however, was very specific as to how you were to dress." She stretched back and lounged on the bed, arms over her head. "A pushup bra was a non-negotiable part of the ensemble."

Autumn leered at the gorgeous form on the bed, biting her lip as she looked the woman up and down. She shook out of it and sighed. "Of course she did. Was that part of one of her bigger changes last night? She gets to decide what I wear?"

Holly laughed at that. "I guess, in a way. This little bit, however, was mostly my suggestion. You won't necessarily be forced to wear anything, but you may find your tastes have... changed." She winked and twirled her finger, eliciting a yelp from Autumn.

Her hips started to tingle as her panties transformed. The sensitive nerves in her thighs felt the fabric move and change, riding higher up until the band of her new thong sat just above her hips.

Again, Autumn felt like this was right. Sure, she could wear regular panties or boy shorts. She didn't feel like she was being forced into wearing this thong and pushup bra. They just felt right. "This is weird." She whispered as she turned around to check her ass out in the mirror. The flesh was thick and soft between her fingers as she raised it up and let it drop and bounce.

Holly laughed when Autumn did a little dance in front of the mirror. "Are you going to get dressed now, or what?"

"With what?" Autumn raised an eyebrow. "You're the one making clothes here. All I've got is what I'm wearing apparently."

"I've got you covered." Holly winked and gestured to the mirror. "You've played the Sims before. You know what to do."