Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: There's an App for that...
Universe: SRU Online
Keywords: mf, mc, tf, mast, be, humil
Summary: A husband stumbles across a special, oddly customized app for
his tablet from SRU-O Enterprises, named for his wife.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
The author reserves all rights to this work.  It may be freely
distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety
including all header material.  It may not be sold in whole or in any part,
or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or
any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from

the author.

   NOTE that this work almost certainly contains some odd (and likely
completely impossible) fantasies.  PAY ATTENTION TO THE SUMMARY LINE ABOVE.
It identifies the sorts of things that this story contains.  If any of
these things seriously bother you, please do not read this story.

   There's an App for that...

   "Oh, dammit..."

   Eric scowled at his new tablet.  He liked it, but he was still getting
used to the interface.  He'd been trying to search for some new
applications, and had accidentally pasted his wife's name into the email
field from the email he'd been writing earlier, before hitting search.  He
moved his hand to try again, when...

   "...Huh?"

   He blinked in surprise as he realized the search had actually returned a
result.  The screen actually listed an app with the name "Nancy Simmins",
or more accurately:

   "What the hell is 'Nancy Simmins Control'?" Eric muttered to himself.

   "What was that, honey?" his wife called from the kitchen.

   "Uh - nothing," he replied, and heard her go back to clinking around in
the other room as she'd been doing previously. With a half-smile of
amusement, Eric tapped the screen, bringing up the summary of the little
application.  It was surprisingly sparse - the summary read in its
entirety: "Control of Nancy Simmins." Not particularly helpful.  The maker
was someone called "SRU-O Enterprises", for whom a brief internet search
revealed nothing.

   Eric was about to move on from the app - obviously it couldn't *really*
have anything to do with his wife, being the technophobe she was.  How
would she be involved in an app?  There must be another Nancy Simmins out
there, though what she was doing putting her name on her own app was beyond
Eric.  His finger moved back to the search window --and paused.

   Still --it was kind of funny, actually.  And it was listed as free.  How
could he pass up free?  He suppressed a small chuckle - especially for
controlling his wife.  Nancy wasn't exactly the most quiet and retiring
woman - Eric was hardly the controlling one in the relationship.  Not that
he minded terribly, he liked strong women.  Though once in a while he
wouldn't mind being a *little* more in charge...

   With a quick stab, Eric purchased the app, blushing slightly at the
ridiculous reasoning going on his brain.  He watched as the little icon
loaded on the screen, and then poked at it with his finger.

   A bright splash screen popped up - terrible design, Eric thought - and
then he rolled his eyes as it was quickly followed by a voluminous EULA
screen.  "VERY IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ THE TERMS BELOW," the text read,
ominously, " --blah blah blah --private use only --blah blah blah --NOTE:
Any modifications saved are per-"

   "Whatever," Eric muttered, hitting "I Agree".  A second screen popped
up, and he read it, then snorted out a laugh.  It read:

   "WARNING: In addition to the normal functions of this app, natural
inhibitions and natural conscience of the user may be temporarily reduced."

   "Uhh, OK?"

   He was feeling increasingly silly about this whole thing.  What did he
think this was going to be anyway?  With another eye roll at the annoying
Loading screen, with its slow-moving progress bar, he leaned over to grab
his drink after probably thirty seconds.  This was a huge waste of time, he
was realizing.  If it wasn't done in a few more seconds, he thought as he
took a sip, he was going to delete it and Suddenly he choked, and then
coughed, spewing his soda over his lap and the screen of the tablet.

   "You OK in there?" Nancy called again.

   "NOTHING!  I mean --yes, fine --just - fine, drink went down wrong, uh
--pipe," Eric stammered out.

   His heart was pounding as he quickly wiped off the screen and looked at
what the app was displaying.  It was --impossible.  He blinked in shock and
disbelief as he stared at it.  On the left side of the screen were large
buttons "Control", "Modify", "Add-Ons".  On the right --

   Oh the right, spinning slowly, arms outstretched --was a nude picture of
his wife!

   He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  His wife hated to be
photographed at *all*, and the idea of a nude picture - which he'd floated
on occasion - was anathema to her.  She had made that *very* clear.  And
yet --there was no question the slowly rotating image was Nancy.  Her pale,
freckled skin was remarkably detailed in the image, and he knew her body
well enough to recognize the patterns of freckles (which he adored) on her
shoulders and face.  Her red hair tumbled down over those freckled
shoulders, at the exact length it was now.  Her cute face had a blank
expression, unblinking and placid.  Her medium-sized, slightly heavy
breasts hung down with their realistic sag, pink nipples angled slightly
downwards.  Her body had an overall softness to it that she'd gained over
the last year or so - this picture --or model really, had to have been done
in the last few months, at the longest.

   But --that was impossible.  Wasn't it?

   Trembling, he reached a finger out to touch the image.  He found he
could spin and rotate her in any direction --and after a moment, he
realized he could actually do more than that.  He held a finger on her
knee, and after a moment realized he could lift her leg up.  Quickly he did
the same to the other one and stared at the image of his wife, staring
calmly back at him while her legs were spread lewdly, the red curls between
her legs hiding the pink folds beneath.  With a hard swallow, he pinched
his fingers and zoomed in, staring at a full screen view of his wife's
naked pussy.

   His blush deepened as he suddenly realized he was rock hard beneath his
jeans.  He'd always coveted the idea of pictures of his wife, being
something of a voyeur.  And this impossible model of her, a naked virtual
doll of his wife which he could pose however he'd like --

   What else could this app do?

   He looked over at the options on the left.  His finger wavered between
"Control" and "Modify" - "Add-Ons" could wait - and finally hit "Modify".
What could he change on the model, he wondered?

   The background color changed, though the model stayed the same. 
Instructional text briefly scrolled sideways along the bottom.

   "Tap the area you want to modify for a list of options."

   Eric shivered with anticipation as brief flashes highlighted parts of
her body - mouth, eyes, breasts, ankles (really?), pussy...

   "Note, currently you can only make basic body modifications.  For more
extensive options, please purchase additional add-ons."

   Only basic modifications, huh?  Eric wondered what that meant.  Staring
at the screen for a moment, Eric finally gave up on pretending he was going
to somehow be respectful, and tapped the folds of his wife's pussy.

   He stared at the options that popped up, feeling the thudding of his
arousal through his whole body at this point.  Some of them he had no idea
how they'd manifest on the model - Sensitivity (Clitoral and Penetration)?
Tightness?  While others he was highly intrigued by - Color, Length (both
presumably of pubic hair?).  Finally, picking one on a whim, he tapped
"Wetness".

   A second window popped up, and Eric suppressed a laugh.  He looked at
the slider, which was currently perhaps a third of the way to the top. 
He'd actually always thought of his wife as getting fairly wet when
aroused, at least compared to other girls he'd been with (something he was
particularly fond of about her).  The text read, laconically, "Slick and
Damp".  If it was only a third of the way up, though --how wet could he
make her?  And, he thought with a glance at the still spread legs of his
wife in the model, whose pink pussy - while tantalizing - was clearly not
particularly wet --how did he get it to show on the model?  He glanced at
the other slider and wondered if that was it.  It read "Necessary Arousal",
and was set around the middle, reading "Moderately Aroused".  He slid it
down towards the bottom, through "Slightly Aroused" and "Any Arousal", all
the way down to "Always".

   He drew a shuddering breath as he watched the zoomed in model.  The
folds of her pussy reddened slightly --and began to glisten with obvious
wetness.

   "Oh that's just --neat," Eric breathed.

   He moved his finger over to the slider and had to pause for a second -
he was shaking with excitement.  He felt a little ridiculous getting this
worked up over an app, but even the imaginary control over the nude image
of his wife was unbelievably erotic.  He placed his finger on the slider
and moved it.  Down at first, just out of curiosity ("Damp", "Moist", "Dry"
--that wasn't any fun), then back up.  He bit his lip as he passed her
original setting and moved to "Slippery", then "Dripping" - sure enough,
drops of the fluid began to drip off of the lips of "Nancy's" pussy.  He
pushed it up as far as it would go - probably three-quarters of the way up
- and lifted his finger off, breathing hard.

   The image was currently set to "Gushing" and --well, for a girl she was
certainly doing that.  The juices of the virtual Nancy, where before they
had been glistening mostly on her pussy lips, were now visibly dribbling
out of the lewdly splayed girl on the screen, running down the pink skin
between her pussy and ass, and then dripping off of her like a leaking
faucet into the space below.

   A small exclamation point next to the slider glowed red, with a short
message "For further increases to wetness and other options, you'll need to
purchase the 'Fluids' add-on." He looked at the dripping girl on the
screen, and snorted - how much wetter could she *get*?  Any more and shed
be in a constant state of squirting, practically.  No, she was just
delicious as it was now.

   He watched the little rivulet of girl-cum streaming from the image of
his wife on the screen as if hypnotized for a few moments.  Partly, it was
simply the fidelity of the animation - he'd never seen anything so
lifelike, let alone on an an underpowered tablet.  But mostly it was the
burning lust of seeing that fantasy - his wife uncontrollably wet with
arousal - brought to life.

   He had to try more.

   With a couple of quick taps, he went back, and realized the "Always"
setting had switched back to "Any Arousal" - apparently if she was gushing,
she couldn't be doing it *all* the time.  Shaking his head, he zoomed out
(amazed that he could still see her dripping as she shrank so that he could
see her full body), and stared at the screen for a moment, like a kid in a
candy store unsure where to go next.  After a few quick breaths, he circled
a finger and then touched his screen-wife's breasts.

   A dialog box popped up on the screen.  "Do you want to save this setting
before continuing (otherwise this setting will revert to
baseline)?(Save/Revert)," it read.  He raised an eyebrow - well --of course
he wanted to save it!  He stabbed at Save and watched excitedly as the
program worked for a moment, then the dialog disappeared and it zoomed in
on his wife's breasts.

   Eric licked his lips.  Nancy's tits weren't perfect, but he quite liked
them.  Even after her breast reduction surgery - which Eric had grudgingly
supported (at least outwardly, keeping his opinions to himself as usual)
after his wife had accused him of being a typical guy - only thinking of
his desires and not what she had to deal with as a woman with increasingly
heavy D-cups.  They were still moderately large - on the small end of C-cup
- and sported large pink nipples that he still thought were lovely.  Though
--he particularly liked it when girl's nipples were visible through their
clothes, and Nancy's never really got that large or that hard.  Hmmm --

   He tapped on a nipple, and sure enough the screen zoomed in further, now
showing closeups of her pretty pink areolae and the nubbins on top of them,
visible but soft.  He scanned the options, once again practically drooling
at the range of choices.  First he tapped on "Size and Shape" and settled
in there for a moment.  He found that he could use his fingers to grow or
shrink them - even invert them if he wanted.  With a nasty grin, he widened
her soft nipples considerably, and then plumped them up a bit as well. 
Now, even soft they were noticeably bigger than Nancy's real nipples were
when hard.

   Licking his lips, he tapped "Harden".  He watched with amusement as he
waited for them to thicken even further --then frowned as they didn't
noticeably change.  After a second he realized what had happened - he'd
made their soft state so big that there was nowhere to go from their
previous setting!  Well, that was an easy - and fun - fix.  A few pinches
and strokes and he stared at his handiwork, pulse hammering in his ears. 
To really get the full effect, he hit "Soften" first --and then "Harden"
again.  Then sucked in an excited breath of appreciation.

   His wife's virtual nipples, now surprisingly large even when soft, began
to swell and crinkle --and finally ended up in their beautiful new engorged
state.  Hard, "Nancy's" new nipples were probably three-quarters of an inch
long, and maybe half an inch thick.  He let out a small, throaty laugh. 
There would be no mistaking when a girl with *those* things got excited. 
God, they were *incredible*.  He moved to shift to another of the options
for his virtual wife's nipples - "Sensitivity" was next...

   Eric jumped and then froze at a brief clatter and soft muttering came
from the kitchen.

   Guilt washed over him, though mostly of the embarrassed variety.  He'd
been so enraptured with his pretend wife's body that he'd forgotten that
his *real* wife was just a few steps away, around the corner from where he
was on the couch.  God - what would he say if she came in here and caught
him at this?  He sat quietly for a moment, and then - convinced she wasn't
about to come around and ask what he was up to - he bowed his head back to
the tablet.

   He quickly hit "Save" as the dialog popped up and brought up the
"Sensitivity" screen.  He still wasn't sure what this was for - maybe the
"Control" section allowed him to play with the virtual Nancy?  (Oh god -
that'd be *awesome*.) But there were two sliders in this screen - one for
"Hardening" sensitivity, and one for "Pleasure" sensitivity.  Both were
fairly low - below a third of the way up the slider at "Mild" stimulation
for each.  In the back of his head, he was amazed and a little disturbed by
the accuracy of this thing once more - that seemed pretty much right on for
his wife.  But he quickly ignored that thought and moved to the much more
entertaining part, which was bringing the sliders up as far as they would
go - which, again, wasn't quite to the top, with a similar message to that
in the wetness section (for the "Nipples" add-on).  But again, Eric wasn't
sure what more would do - for "Hardening", the sensitivity was now "Any
arousal", and for "Pleasure" the label simply read "Clit".  Which, if that
meant they were as sensitive as his wife's clit normally was, would be
pretty amazing.  Nancy was as clit-focused as any girl he'd ever met.

   Eric jumped at a loud crash in the kitchen.

   "Are you OK?" he shouted, torn between his desire to play with his toy
wife and to check on the real one.

   "Fine!  OK!  I'm --uh --fine," Nancy's voice was oddly quavering.  Eric
sat for a moment, debating going in --but then sat back with a twinge of
guilt and looked at the gorgeous nipples on the screen of his tablet.  If
she needed him, she'd call for him.

   He really wanted to know what this "Sensitivity" setting was used for,
as he was now thinking he needed to either go grab his wife for a bit of
relief - if she was in the mood, which wasn't a sure thing - or go to the
bathroom for some of his own relief.  Maybe he'd do a couple more changes,
though, and then see what "Control" did.  He zoomed out, to look at her
breasts again with their new huge nipples, saving that new setting. 
Breasts, or --he had a really naughty idea for her ankles, which he
wondered if it would let him do, and how that would show up --

   "OH MY GOD!"

   The sheer panic in Nancy's voice had Eric up and running into the
kitchen before he even had time to realize what he was doing.  As he
skidded around the corner, he had at least the awareness to turn the tablet
away from his wife as he turned to face her --

   Eric let out a choked gasp.

   Nancy was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking down at herself
with an expression somewhere between stunned and horrified.  She'd been
clearly rearranging the kitchen a bit, as indicated by the piles of plates
and the one that lay shattered on the floor near her feet where she'd
dropped it.  But it was clearly not that which had made her yell out, nor
what gave rise to her mortified expression.

   Nancy was wearing one of her usual grey v-neck t-shirts, probably with
one of her black bras beneath it.  And yet, for the first time in Eric's
recollection, her nipples were clearly visible through both layers of
fabric.  And they were hard.  And they were *huge*.  And that *still*
wasn't what both he and she were staring at.

   No, what held both of them rapt - albeit for entirely different reasons
- was the fact that Nancy's jeans had been pushed down around her ankles,
and her panties down around her thighs.  She held her thighs spread
slightly apart, which gave just enough space for her to reach a hand down
to catch the warm pussy juice that was dripping from her in a constant
stream.  Her pussy and thighs were soaked with it, glistening brightly in
the light of the kitchen.  Strands stretched between her legs, and dribbled
into her obviously drenched panties --and further down to her even more
obviously drenched jeans, the fabric dark with wetness that must have been
flowing for several minutes now.  The room was filled with the faint scent
of his wife's sex.

   "Ahhhhh," Eric managed to choke out, as his ears filled with a rushing
noise.

   Nancy looked up at the sound to see her husband staring at her bizarre
state, and her face went instantly from pale to the deep scarlet of mortal
embarrassment.  She lifted her hand slowly, almost dreamily, to stare at
the slippery liquid dripping between her fingers.  Then she glanced back at
her husband and her green eyes began to moisten with tears.

   "Something is --I don't know what's --"

   Nancy stammered for a moment, then seemed to realize she was standing
half naked and dripping in the middle of the kitchen, even if it was
actually her husband staring at her agape.  With a small squawk she bent
over to pull up her jeans --and then pulled up again with a soft grunt and
a visible shudder.  A small sob finally escaped her.

   "And my nipples!  Oh god --something is --they're so --"

   Eric, transfixed, finally managed to drag his eyes down to the image on
his screen of his wife's breasts.  And then swallowed hard.

   "Uh --you may want to --just, uh, take your top off too?"

   Nancy's gaze snapped back to her husband, sudden anger flashing.

   Eric held up one hand placatingly and to try to indicate that what she
was thinking he meant was the furthest thing from his mind - though the
hardness in his pants definitely felt otherwise.

   "I mean, if your nipples are too sensitive," he added, lamely.

   It was apparently enough, as Nancy blinked at him, the anger fading back
to embarrassment and confusion.  Then she swallowed too, and began to pull
off her shirt.  It took her a moment - as her breasts shifted, she
occasionally let out a gasp or a moan involuntarily --and clearly not one
of pain.  Her t-shirt fell to the floor, quickly followed by her black bra
--

   And Eric blinked at Nancy's large jiggling breasts as they were freed.
And especially the huge, thick, very hard nipples he'd just given the image
of his wife on his tablet a few minutes ago, which jutted out proudly from
her white flesh.  In real life, they looked even more incredible and absurd
than on the screen - huge, pink, almost cartoonishly plump nubbins.  Nancy
looked down to see what Eric was so obviously staring at.

   "Oh my god!" she wailed, again, "My --what happened to them?!  What's
happening to me?"

   Eric's arousal was nearly overwhelming - and indeed, it did overwhelm
his inherent disbelief in what was happening.  Some part of his brain
vaguely wondered if he was dreaming, but he certainly *felt* awake.  Most
of his brain (and other parts of his body) just wanted to see what else he
could do to his wife, but there was still a commanding portion that felt a
sudden shame and guilt at her obvious distress.

   "I --um --I think I might have done this --accidentally."

   Nancy once again lifted her pretty green eyes to him, brows furrowing in
confusion, humiliation, and anger.  She crossed her arms over her naked
breasts - and then yelped in obvious surprise as her arms stroked her
far-too-sensitive nipples.  Her face reddened again, as she tried to decide
what to do with them, finally settling for tucking them under her breasts.

   "Wh-what?"

   Eric lifted his tablet, glancing down at it.  With a sinking feeling, he
realized that his new beloved little toy was about to go away.  In more
ways than one.  Sheepishly, he pointed at it.

   "I, um --there was an app for, uh --well, you.  And it let me play with
a few things.  And I guess it --well, made it real --"

   He trailed off as he realized how ridiculous it all sounded, even if it
*was* true.

   Nancy stared at her husband for a moment, her face darkening.  He was
momentarily distracted from her angry glare as she shifted, and several
streams of her juices stretched between her legs and began dribbling down
the inside of her thighs.

   Then she exploded.

   "Can't you be serious for one fucking minute?" she yelled, her fury and
disdain apparent even through her tears, "Something is obviously wrong with
me, and you're making dumb jokes about your new gadget!  God!  You're like
a child sometimes!"

   Eric's chin jerked up, as much at the tone as the words, and suddenly a
rush of cold fury went through him.  Still, he opened his mouth to try to
explain --

   "Just shut up, Eric!" Nancy barked, "Fucking useless!"

   Something inside him snapped.  That commanding, disdainful undertone was
one that his wife had increasingly taken with him, and he was sick of it.

   And into that spot, the much less rational and overwhelming arousal
rushed in to fill the void.

   Maybe a little lesson was in order.

   Eric smiled a thin smile at his wife, and lifted his tablet and began to
stab at it with a finger, until he found what he was looking for. 
Meanwhile, his wife continued her tirade.

   "Seriously?  You're going to play with that thing while I'm here like
this?  Oh, I'm sure you probably like it - your wife naked in the kitchen,
dripping uncontrollably with her nipples all swollen.  You think you're
getting laid any time soon after this?  Are you even listening to -- ow
--what the --ow!  Ow!"

   Eric tried to surpress a snicker as his wife turned to look down in
surprise at her feet.  She stepped back out of her jeans in surprise, a new
look of confusion on her face, and Eric could see that she was a little
unbalanced and trying to stay on the balls of her feet.  Her heels bobbed
up and down, but never quite hit the floor.

   "Something wrong with your ankles, honey?" Eric asked in a saccharin
tone.

   "Ow!  Yeah, they hurt - if I try to stand, they --"

   Suddenly her head snapped up to look at him.

   "Wait, how did you know that?"

   "Well, I sure wouldn't know anything," Eric said, with an innocent
smile, "Though --I'd imagine it might feel a *little* like the tendons in
your ankles are just a *bit* too short now.  Just about like you'd need one
inch heels to walk comfortably.  And this is probably what it would feel
like if you needed two inch heels --"

   Nancy gasped loudly and jerked up a little, wobbling just a bit more on
the balls of her feet.

   "What --how the fuck are you --"

   "3 inch heels maybe?  I think that's probably the highest I've ever seen
you wear --"

   "Ahh!  Oh my god!  You fucker!  You *are* doing this to me!  What the
hell are you --"

   Eric tsked at her.

   "Hmmm --well, if you can't be nice I think we'll keep going - I've
always wondered how those lovely legs of yours would look in four inch
heels --"

   Nancy yelped again, and then squawked as she lost her balance and feel
forward, catching herself on the counter.  Eric stared with delight at the
lovely position she was in - legs splayed from where she'd been trying to
see what was going on with the dripping (which still continued, albeit
perhaps a bit more slowly), and up on her tiptoes now.  His wife had
*really* great legs, and this position made them look spectacular,
especially with her wet panties stretched wide between them.

   "Oh my god!" Nancy growled, "You sick bastard!  How can you do this to
me!  Your own wife - I swear I'll --"

   "Hmmm --5 inches, really?" Nancy groaned and stood further up on her
tiptoes, "Wow --you know, I think this goes all the way up to at least 9
inches.  Can you imagine?  Having to wear 9 inch heels just to walk around
--?"

   "Stop!  Please!" Nancy said, gasping and starting to look worried more
than angry, "I'll --look, I'll stop --I'll listen to you --"

   "Oh.  Good."

   Truthfully, Eric was almost disappointed - he felt like he was about to
burst with arousal.  His wife continued to drip down her spread thighs - he
realized with delight that it was actually dripping over her lifted heels
now, and down her feet.  He stepped back around to look at her from the
front.

   "So, as I was saying, I downloaded this app --"

   Briefly, Eric described what had happened, trying to point out that it
was an accident - he certainly hadn't intended for this to actually happen
to her.  He decided to leave out just exactly how aroused he was right now,
and how much he was enjoying *seeing* it happen to her.  Somehow, he
doubted she'd be particularly fond of that part - not that her expression
said that she was very fond of any of it.

   Indeed, after he finished she simply stared at him for a moment.  And
then, said softly:

   "Really, Eric?  This is what you think of me?  You just want to treat me
like your little sex toy?  Is that it?  Are you that pathetic?"

   Erich jerked back as if slapped.  He could understand that his wife
might be angry - they'd been a little on each other's nerves lately
already, though he hadn't thought it was *that* bad.  And the guilt had
been starting to settle back in now that he'd paused, and he'd been
thinking of resetting things back to normal and apologizing.  But with that
comment --

   Eric laughed softly, and shook his head.

   "You know, honey?  I hadn't really thought of it that way.  But now that
I am thinking about it, you know what --I kind of *would* like that.  After
all, it's not like we've actually had sex in what - a month?  More,
probably?"

   Nancy actually looked a little guilty for a moment.

   "I told you - I've just been so busy and tired lately --"

   Then the anger crept back in.

   "Besides - if you hadn't been making comments about how much you
preferred me with my uncomfortable big breasts, maybe I wouldn't be so
self-conscious about my body.  Did you think of that?"

   Eric opened his mouth in genuine shock.  He'd made one comment - *one* -
while drunk, almost four months ago about missing her old boobs.  And at
the time she'd even laughed, as it had clearly been just a joke.  Eric
snapped his mouth shut again and then lifted his finger to the tablet,
saving her new ankles.

   "You know, I really thought I'd been very supportive of you, even if -
yes, I was a little sad to make them smaller.  But you know what?  Why
don't I show you how much I support your decision?  How about this?"

   He looked at her with a bright smile as he slid his finger across the
screen.  She gasped at the sudden strange sensation and looked down.

   Her breasts had dropped probably half a cup size, still sporting their
huge new nipples.  They were now mid-B cups, noticeably smaller than
before. Nancy looked up at him with a strained expression.

   "Eric, what are you doing?"

   Nancy's voice had a slight edge of panic to it that Eric found he quite
enjoyed.

   "Isn't this what you wanted?" Eric asked innocently, "I mean, you left
them pretty big --that couldn't have been because *you* wanted it right? 
You wanted smaller breasts --maybe even smaller than these?"

   "No, wait," Nancy said in a small begging tone, and then let out a
little whimper as she looked down again.

   Suddenly her breasts fell from B to A cups, now just small bumps on her
chest.  They were actually kind of cute, Eric had to admit - he'd always
been a fan of either very small or very large breasts.  And with those huge
nipples they were particularly sexy - they were almost all nipple now.

   Nancy let out a pained moan, and then choked out a sob.

   "Eric, please --!"

   "Really?  Smaller?  OK --"

   Nancy's protest was cut off as he dropped the slider all the way to the
bottom.  She stared down at her completely flat chest, other than the huge
nipples, still poking out proudly and hard, and burst into tears.  Eric
knew he should probably feel bad about that --but he actually found himself
enjoying his wife's distress.

   "Aww, I know - just what you wanted, right?  No boobs at all, just like
a little girl.  Well, except for those pretty new nipples."

   "Please," Nancy sobbed.

   "Please what, honey?"

   "P-Please --put them back!"

   "What's that, sweetie?  What do you want back?"

   "M-My breasts!  Please --put them back the way they were --"

   Eric looked at his wife with an expression of mock shock.

   "Why Nancy --I thought the only people who cared about big boobs were
'guys and bimbo sluts', not smart, working women like you.  Are you saying
you *care* about having larger breasts?"

   Nancy swallowed back another sob and then tried to stare daggers at her
husband, but a small hiccup ruined the effect.  Instead, she bit her lip,
looked down at her newly boyish chest, and just nodded once, sharply.

   "Well, I can certainly do that if you ask for it.  What is it that you
want?"

   Nancy sniffled, then looked at Eric pleadingly.

   "Please --please give me back my breasts."

   "Hmmm --you'll need to be a little more specific.  I actually quite
liked those little A-cups."

   Nancy looked like she'd swallowed something nasty, but spoke again:

   "P-Please give me back my *b-big* breasts."

   "Weeell --that's better, but I think you should find a different word
for them."

   Nancy glared at him.  Then sucked in a breath, wiping away tears.

   "Fine.  Please give me back my big boobs, Eric."

   Eric scowled at her.

   "I don't like that word either --and I don't like your tone at *all*.  I
think I'm just going to leave you like you are."

   "No!" Nancy yelled, panic rushing back over her features as he raised
his hand to the tablet.  She swallowed, and licked her lips.

   "Please give me back my big t-tits," Nancy tripped over the word that
Eric knew she hated.

   "Hmmm --closer --"

   "Please," Nancy whined in a suddenly completely pathetic tone, "Please
give me big tits, Eric!  Please!"

   Eric was actually surprised - and more than a little excited - by the
desperate whine in his wife's voice.  He smiled darkly.

   "Well, OK honey.  If that's what you want."

   Eric moved the slider upward, and Nancy drew a shuddering breath as her
breasts began to swell once again.  It was clear that the sensation was
odd, but more than a little pleasurable - she let out a small moan, and a
little smile of relief flickered over her lips as she watched them swell to
an A, then to a B, then her normal C --

   Her eyes widened as they continued filling out, now to her former
D-size, though maintaining their nice post-surgery shape.  She looked up at
Eric with another panicked expression.

   "What are you doing?" she breathed.

   "Well, you asked for *big* tits, honey --"

   She looked down and made a wordless noise of protest as they shot past D
to E, and then a huge F, and then, and then --

   Finally the swelling stopped, and Nancy let out a strangled whimper of
horror.  The enormous jugs she now sported were so huge that they actually
lay jiggling softly on the counter in front of her, especially given her
forced leaning forward from her new ankles.  Nancy's body allowed for
largish breasts, but nothing like these - the huge tits were at the edge of
impossibility, and with her impossible new nipples, she really did look
like an anime cartoon fantasy brought to life.

   Eyes filled with tears again, she looked over at her husband,
practically drooling as he stared at his wife's new body.

   "Eric - you can't leave me like this!"

   "Hmmm," Eric said thoughtfully, "Tell you what - you can pick --these or
no breasts like a little girl.  Which do you want?"

   Nancy opened and closed her mouth, clearly struggling with the horrible
choice before her.

   "Well, took too long.  Let's keep these."

   And Eric, before she could say anything else, quickly tapped the screen
and saved his wife's new monstrous 36JJ tits.

   "Hmmm," he murmured as Nancy began to cry softly again, "What else shall
we try --"

   Curious, he clicked on the second major section - "Control".

   This time, a screen with a number of buttons and options popped up,
rather than the image of his wife he'd been growing used to playing with. A
popup jumped out, stating "Note: items in this section are temporary
effects - either discharged by a previously set action or fading over
time." Eric nodded - then frowned for a moment --something was tickling at
his memory from earlier, but he shook his head, hit OK, and looked at the
screen.

   "Oh, this looks interesting."

   He tapped "Arousal".  The slider popped up, this time with what was
labeled "Baseline", and the slider slightly above that as "Current".  Still
quite some way from the top.  Eric looked up at his wife, who was staring
down at her new porn star tits in what looked like shock.  She'd actually
slid a hand under one, as though trying to see how heavy they were.

   Eric smiled again.

   He slid the slider all the way to the top, and a second menu popped up -
"Discharge?" He scrolled through the options - once again, many of the
interesting (or disturbing) ones were grayed out.  The ones he could select
were things like "Timed", "Orgasm", "Cum in pussy", or --

   Sucking in a small breath of excitement, Eric selected "Cum on face." He
shivered at the thought - he'd once tried that with Nancy and she'd thrown
him out of bed, telling him it was sick and demeaning.  He'd fantasized
about it ever since.

   Once he selected it, the window disappeared, and he sat back, watching
his wife and browsing around the control section for a moment (some *very*
fun options there --), and giving one more small instruction before jumping
back to "Modify", another idea occurring to him.  And then looked up at a
small sound from his wife.

   Nancy had continued to cry softly for a moment --and then drew a small
shuddering breath.  It was the soft "oh" a moment later that had drawn
Eric's attention back to her, and now she was standing there in her
off-balance position, looking slightly befuddled.  Eric noticed with a
thrill of amused excitement that her hips had started to move in a tiny
thrusting motion, ever so slightly.  She moaned softly again, fingers
tightening on the countertop, and then she looked over at Eric suddenly.

   "Eric," she breathed in a half-angry, half-sultry voice, "wh-what did
you do?  Ohhh --"

   "Me?" Eric replied, innocently, "Why --what do you mean?"

   "Oh god," she moaned, hips now moving actively as though trying to find
some unseen lover, "Oh god, Eric --I'm so h-horny --"

   "Really?  Wow --it must really turn you on to be in such a slutty, fuck
toy body --"

   "Nooooo," Nancy whined, shaking her head in protest and causing her big
tits to jiggle pleasantly, "Y-You did something t-to me --!"

   He watched as his wife writhed, fighting her own body --and losing.  One
small hand slid down over her hip --and then slowly back around and over
her soft ass.  Eric drew a breath of anticipation - he'd never seen his
wife masturbate before, though it had been another longtime fantasy of his.
Unfortunately --

   Nancy let out a whimper, rubbing her hand over her ass.  After a moment,
her other hand joined it on the other side and Eric watched in delight as
Nancy squeezed and stroked her ass, pushing and pulling her ass cheeks
together then apart.  Then, finally, she let out a sob of frustration.

   "Oh god, Eric --please!"

   "Please what, honey?  Something wrong?"

   "I c-can't touch myself!" she moaned in dismay, "I'm so fucking horny
--"

   "Well, I can think of a couple of things you could do --"

   Nancy gritted her teeth.

   "F-fuck you, Eric," she moaned, "I'm not letting you --oh god --"

   Nancy sobbed again, and then growled as she tried desperately once more
to finger herself as she so desperately needed.  Her hands roamed her
squirming ass, then rubbed her thighs, then back around to her ass --but
could never seem to get closer than a few inches to her aching pussy.  The
fact that Eric had checked "Disallow Masturbation" in the "Control" screen
might have had something to do with his wife's little problem.  The overall
effect was incredibly sexy as she rubbed her body trying to find a way to
touch herself.  The room was thick with the smell of her arousal, as her
juices continued dripping constantly down her legs - there was actually now
a little slick puddle beneath her on the floor.

   Finally, letting out a long, low whine, Nancy looked over at him.

   "Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "Fuck me if you want, then."

   Eric looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

   "Mmmm --nah."

   Nancy's look of pained disdain quickly fell away to one of surprised
dismay.

   "Wh-what?"

   "I don't think I'll fuck you.  Not right now anyway."

   "You --you can fuck me if you want to," Nancy said, in a much smaller
and much more desperate voice.

   "Oh, I know," Eric said, "But I *don't* really want to.  Thanks,
though."

   Nancy stared at him for a moment, emotions warring over her face, until
--

   "P-Please, Eric.  Please fuck me," she begged, "I'll --I'll be nice --I
promise --"

   Eric just looked at her and shook his head with a sad little smile.

   Nancy's eyes brimmed with tears.

   "Pleeeaase," she whined, spreading her legs a bit wider, "Please come
fuck my --my slutty, wet pussy --"

   Eric's cock jerked in his pants, and it was all he could do to resist
his tortured wife's begging.  He was stunned at how quickly she'd gone from
not wanting him to touch her, to --

   "Please --please stick your cock in my sopping cunt," she was crying
now, along with her lustful moans, "Pleeease, Eric --I want your cum in my
worthless, dirty hole.  Use me like the whore I am --please!!"

   Eric stared at her in shock.  He could hardly believe the words coming
out of his wife's mouth.  He'd done *nothing* that would make her talk
dirty like that - she was obviously doing what she thought he wanted --or
maybe what *she* wanted.  He almost broke and jumped her right then, but --

   "Wellll," he said, with great restraint, "if you're *really* such a
needy slut, I'd want to see some proof."

   "Oh god --anything," Nancy sobbed, squirming madly, "Anything!"

   "OK --first, why don't you suck on those nice big nipples on your new
big tits for a while?"

   Nancy's brows furrowed for a moment - he'd asked her to do that before
(prior to her breast reduction) and had gotten the same response he'd
always gotten when he tried to get her to be a little kinky.  Which is to
say, some variant on "I'm not a porn star." But now --Nancy let out a small
whimper, looked down at her huge tits resting on the counter, and slid a
hand under one of the big mounds.  Eric suppressed a snicker as she quickly
added her other hand, unable to easily lift the heavy udder with just one
hand.  She lifted her jiggling flesh upward, licked her lips, and opened
her mouth --

   "MMMMMMM!!!" she moaned, eyes widening as her lips closed over the huge
nubbin and her tongue slid around it.  She'd forgotten how sensitive her
new nipples were, obviously - and probably hadn't *actually* realized how
sensitive they truly were.  Her moans became louder as she slurped and
sucked at her nipple with wild abandon.  Her hips - still thrust upward by
her modified feet - humped the air in front of her, until --

   With a loud squeal it was clear that Nancy was cumming - hard.  Her eyes
were wide with shock, but she never lifted her lips from her massive
mammary even as she jerked and spasmed against the counter in an explosive
orgasm.  After a surprisingly long time, the squealing and shuddering
slowed, and she exhaustedly let her huge boob fall back to the counter,
gasping for breath.  The large red nipple glistened with her saliva.

   Eric stood, and walked over towards where his wife was standing in a
daze, but she lifted her head as he stood shivering, an expectant look on
her face.

   "Fuck me now?  Please?" she moaned pitifully, "I still want your cock in
my horny cunt."

   "Hmmm," Eric said, walking around her, "Maybe --but first, I think I
want a taste of those gorgeous nipples, too."

   Eric walked around to the other side while his trembling wife watched
him like a trapped animal, and set his tablet down a couple of feet away.
She drew a shuddering breath as he slid his hands under her enormous tits -
they were *massive*.  Even bigger up close - he'd never seen anything like
them except when perusing porn on the internet.  Almost hypnotized himself
- and surprized by the heft - he tilted the un-sucked nipple upwards and
lowered his own mouth to it.

   "Ohhhhh gggggoodd," Nancy groaned loudly as his lips sucked the huge
nubbin into his mouth and he swirled his tongue over it.  Any pretense at
resistance was long gone as he slurped and sucked at her nipple as she had
before, and Nancy sobbed and moaned in pleasure.  He reached his other hand
out and began to pull on the absurdly thick nubbin on the other tit --and
again she was cumming, much more loudly now that her mouth wasn't full. 
Her squeals were beyond anything he'd ever heard her make before, and the
jiggling of the mounds of flesh his face was nestled in as she came
was...delightful.

   Eric lifted his lips from the amazing nubbin with a sigh, flicking it
with his tongue and eliciting a pleasing yelp from his wife.  He looked up
to find her gasping once more, and once more looking at him pleadingly.

   "Now?"

   She was so desperate he once again almost gave in --but he had one more
thing planned for her.

   "Welll," he said again, "I don't know --you weren't very nice to me
before --"

   Nancy choked out a sob.

   "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  Please, Eric!  I'll do anything you want!  I'll
be soooo nice to you I'll suck your cock I'll do anything you want please
please just fuck me --"

   "I don't know --I think you should still be punished for that."

   "O-OK!  Spank me!  Punish me!  Spank me while you fuck me!"

   Eric laughed darkly.

   "I don't think so.  I think you might like that a little too much.  You
know --I have an idea."

   He reached over and grabbed the tablet and set it down in front of her,
still on the "Modify" screen.  She stared at it, slightly mesmerized, as
her absurd new body floated and spun slowly on the screen.

   "Tell you what - why don't you pick something to do to yourself that you
find *really* humiliating.  That sounds like a good punishment."

   "And then you'll fuck me?" she whimpered, hips still gyrating.

   "And then I'll fuck you," Eric said solemnly.

   Nancy reached out a shaking hand to the screen.  She bit her lip as her
finger wandered up and down, almost as though she was afraid to touch it.
And then --her finger tapped her crotch, and the screen zoomed to show her
red curls and still-dripping pussy.  Eric breathed in slightly --was she
going to --?

   She tapped on the curls and the menu popped up.  She choked out a sob as
she stared at it for the moment.  And then --

   Eric had once asked her to shave between her legs, and she'd blown up.
Not only was it demeaning, but she decided it meant he wanted her to look
like a little girl - which she told him in no uncertain terms how much it
disgusted her.  Of all the many things she had refused, that was the one
that had probably angered her the most.

   Eric felt a thrill of power as he watched his wife, so desperate for
release, drag the slider down to "Trimmed" then to "Buzz" then to "Fuzz"
--then to "Shaved" --and then all the way to the bottom.  Nancy choked out
another sob as she stared at the label: "Prepubescent".  Staring at the
screen, she lifted her finger off of the tablet.

   "I want to see," Eric breathed, "Turn around.  Up on the counter."

   Nancy bit her lip, and then struggled to straighten up, lifting her huge
tits off of the counter.  She turned, slowly, balancing precariously on her
tiptoes with her modified ankles.  She put her hand behind her, and started
to struggle to push herself up - Eric stepped over and grabbed her hips,
lifting her up.  He sighed as she lifted her feet up to her ass, in almost
the exact position he'd first put her in in the app, spreading her legs. 
Nancy looked down to see what she'd done --and her face reddened as she
realized she couldn't see over her monster new tits.

   But Eric could.

   Before, she'd had a little tuft of red curls between her legs.  Now
--her bare pink lips glistened with their dripping juices, completely
uncovered.  More than just shaved - she was perfectly smooth, as though
she'd never had any hair down there in first place.  Her pussy had even
changed - before it had been a little stretched and lippy from years of
use. Now between her legs was a virginal looking pink mound, her lips
completely hidden from view.  Eric stared at her for a moment, quivering
with lust, her juices dripping copiously from her utterly bare pussy, her
tilted feet pulled up to her ass so she was spread wide, with her massive
new tits with their achingly hard absurd nipples, hanging down between her
thighs, all the way to her bellybutton...

   With a strangled moan, Eric shoved his pants down, any intention of
teasing her further wiped away by the vision of his wife transformed into
the fucktoy slut in front of him.  She barely had time to squeal in delight
as his enormously hard cock sprang free, and he stepped forward and thrust
into her sopping (and suddenly incredibly tight) pussy.

   Nancy came immediately, screaming in pleasure at the cock finally inside
her.  Eric fucked her with wild abandon, feeling her huge tits bouncing
against him, her gushing pussy juice coating his own thighs and balls even
as it made her deliciously slippery, while her poor little pussy strained
to stretch around his cock.  Nancy sobbed incoherently in pleasure in yet
another orgasm as Eric groped her huge tits, thumbing her engorged nipples,
thrusting into her slick, hairless pussy --

   With a loud groan, Eric came, blasting hot cum into his screaming wife.
He felt her heels digging into his ass, as though trying to pull him deeper
and deeper inside her to sate her incredible need.  Her pussy was like a
vise around his cock - it throbbed and he felt like he could feel every
bump and fold inside her as she milked him.  Finally, gasping, his orgasm
faded --

    --and sudden guilt came crashing in.

   "Oh my god," Eric said, pulling away from the wet dream who had been
just Nancy just a few minutes ago, "Oh my god --what did I --Nancy --I'm so
sorry --I didn't mean --"

   Nancy was sobbing too, but he quickly realized for a very different
reason.  She was still trying to pull him in to keep fucking her, thrusting
her hips at him.

   "No --no," she moaned piteously, "I'm not done yet!  Please --keep
fucking me!"

   Eric struggled weakly against his begging wife as his cock softened
inside her.

   "Oh god, Nancy --I'm so --fucking you won't stop it --I set it so that
you'd only be done when I came on your face --"

   The pained expression Nancy gave him when she looked up almost made him
burst into tears.  But then she nodded vigorously, face a mask of confused
lust.

   "OK.  OK." she whimpered nodding, "Yeah --yeah --cum on my face --cum on
my slut face --"

   In spite of himself, Eric shivered in a thrill of arousal at that.  But
he couldn't...

   "I --I can't, Nancy!  I --I'm not hard, and I already came inside you
--"

   "Oh god --oh god," Nancy whimpered, "Want me to get you hard again?  I
can suck your cock?"

   Eric shivered again, and his cock jerked even in its semi-soft state
inside of Nancy.  She almost never offered to suck his cock, and especially
not after he'd been inside her.  But now - having clearly felt his reaction
to that offer, Nancy pushed him a away so he slid out of her with a slurp,
cum bubbling out of her along with her still-flowing juices.  As Eric
stumbled back, Nancy slid off the counter and quickly (but carefully, given
her being horribly off-balance from her feet and her huge tits) dropped to
her knees in front of him.  The sight was unbelievably erotic - in the few
times she'd done it at all, Nancy had never sucked him off from this
incredibly servile position.

   Eric looked down --and was astonished how wet he was.  His thighs
glistened with her juices, and his own pubic hair was soaked from her.  His
cock was coated in both that liquid and his own cum.  He watched Nancy as
she paused, and even in her desperate state, a look of disgust roiled her
pretty face.

   "Ewwwww," she said with a soft sob, clearly struggling with her need and
her utter loathing of the idea of tasting a girl's pussy, even (maybe
especially) her own.  It had always been a particular point of disgust for
her - she wouldn't even kiss him until after he'd showered and brushed his
teeth after going down on her.  And now she was faced with having them in
her mouth and probably coating far more once she started sucking his
cock...

   Eric glanced over at the tablet while his wife gingerly licked her lips
and seemed to be trying to decide whether she could really do this - which
was astonishing given what she'd done already.  While the thought of doing
still more to her wracked him with guilt, he could at least make this a
little better, and then he'd change everything back once she was done.

   He grabbed the tablet and punched a few items quickly, touching her cute
nose and her mouth on the screen and changing some settings before saving
it.  His finger hovered over the tablet for a moment - and then he punched
a few more settings, blushing at the total lack of necessity for this
second change.  Then he looked down again.

   Nancy's brows furrowed --and she sniffed --then sniffed again.  Then she
started to lean in.

   "<sniff> Mmmmmm --" she moaned suddenly, "Mmmm --ewww --mmmm --"

   Her nose wrinkled as she simultaneously made noises of appreciation and
disgust.  Eric realized that while he'd modified her physically, he still
couldn't modify her mind - so while she now *loved* the smell of pussy (and
cum), she was still just as internally revolted as before.  For a moment,
Eric wondered horribly if he'd made it worse for her, but then he forgot
about that as she leaned in and slipped her mouth over his dripping cock
with a small moan.

   "Ohhhhh, godddd," Eric groaned.

   "Mmmmmm --MMMMMMMMM," Nancy moaned in clear utter delight at the taste,
even as another wave of revulsion washed over her face.  She now also
*loved* the *taste* of pussy (and cum) - according to the app, they were
now her favorite flavors, in fact.  Nancy made pathetic little whimpering
moans as she slurped and sucked Eric's cock, occasionally dropping down to
lick her pussy juice off of his balls and his thighs, then remembering that
she was supposed to be getting him hard again and wrapping her warm mouth
around his cock.

   Then she looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.  Big, pleading eyes
that were now - instead of their historic pale green - a bright, impossible
pink.

   Eric's instantly rock-hard cock jerked inside her mouth.

   It was a struggle for him to remember that he shouldn't cum in her
mouth, as she slurped and sucked at him, moaning in a mix of delight and
disgust that somehow made the whole thing even more erotic.  Her warm lips
felt amazing around his cock, and even with his rush of guilt he grabbed
the back of her head and grunted in pleasure at her desperate blowjob.  It
was only as he felt the rushing approach of his orgasm that some small part
of his rational mind remembered to pull back --

   With a loud groan, Eric began to blast warm cum from his cock,
splattering all over the expectant face and into the open mouth of his
wife. Vaguely he realized she was stroking his cock as he came, and making
little happy chirping noises - she was quite obviously cumming as well as
he sprayed his seed all over her.  Eric seemed to cum forever - even longer
than his previous orgasm inside her, and Nancy writhed in delight in front
of him, moaning and, he realized, fingering herself wetly.

   Finally, his orgasm faded and the guilt rushed back in once more.  He
stepped back and stared down at his wife.  Cum ran down her face, and had
splattered into her red hair, as well as more than a little on her huge
tits.  She was still kneeling, shivering, and whimpering softly in the
aftershocks of orgasm.  As his cum dripped down to her lips, she began to
lick them and make small animal noises of delight.  Eric watched her,
fascinated.

   After moment, Eric watched as the delight faded, and Nancy's face fell.
Slowly at first, then more quickly, and then suddenly Nancy burst into
tears.  Long, wracking sobs (that made her bounce distractingly, Eric tried
to not think to himself).  She crossed her arms over her huge tits
(carefully avoiding her nipples) and hugged herself, rocking back and
forth.

   "Nancy --oh god, I'm --I'm so sorry," he whispered hoarsely, "I - I
don't know what happened --I think the program did something to me too --oh
god, honey - I'll change you back right now!  I didn't mean to --"

   Nancy hiccuped again, and muttered something quietly.

   "What?" Eric asked, reaching a hand out towards his wife's naked,
rocking body and then letting it drop to his side, afraid to touch her.  He
watched as she drew a deep shuddering breath, and then looked up at him,
eyes red from crying, some cum still on her face and tits.  Her face burned
red with humiliation, and she swallowed, then spoke.

   "I --I liked it," she whispered.

   Eric stared at her uncomprehendingly.

   "Wh-what?"

   "I liked it," she repeated.  She looked up at him with wide, confused
pink eyes.

   "You - you did something to me, right?  To make me like it?  To make me
want to be your fuck toy?"

   He could tell from her small voice and the look on her face that she
already knew the answer, but Eric shook his head, still mute with amazement
at his wife's revelation.  Finally he found his voice.

   "Um --it only --it only let me do physical stuff.  Nothing mental.  So
if you liked it --?"

   Her blush deepened and she looked down, with a small mortified whimper.

   "I liked it," she said, as though something had snapped inside her at
the realization it had all come from within.

   Eric's head was spinning with guilt and --something else, if he was
honest.  He swallowed.

   "Do you --you don't want me to *leave* you like --"

   Nancy's head snapped up with a panicked look.

   "No!!  No!  Eric, please," she whined, "please - put me back.  You have
to put me back --"

   Vaguely, he realized that it was a lot like what he'd done with feeling
about the taste and smell of pussy and cum.  Maybe she'd liked it - but she
*hated* that she liked it.  Inside, Nancy was disgusted by her body and
subservience, and it was made even worse at the realization that some part
of her was incredibly turned on by the whole thing.

   He held up hands placatingly.

   "Of course, honey --I'll fix it right now.  And then I'll delete the app
and that'll be that."

   Eric reached for the tablet and quickly brought the screen back up.  At
a small noise he glanced down at his wife to see that she'd pulled her hand
from between her legs and lifted it in front of her face, nostrils flaring.
It was coated with her juices down almost to the elbow.  He could tell from
her quickened breathing and the horrified expression on her face that she
was actually fighting desperately to keep from licking herself off of her
fingers.  He quickly popped up the nose section to try to help her --

   Eric's blood ran cold.

   He had hit the "Scents" option as he had before, but nothing happened.
He realized with sudden horror that it was disabled.  Why was it disabled?

   Something was tickling the back of his mind.  Something very not good.

   He quickly went to the tastes section --which was grayed out as well. 
The pussy hair option - the same.  Breasts?  Nipples?  Ankles?  All the
settings he'd changed so far were disabled.  The only thing he could still
change was her eye color - though, with a twinge of guilt, he left them
bubblegum pink, telling himself it was the least of the changes (and not
just that he loved the humiliatingly girly color - a color his wife hated
to wear, let alone having it be the first thing people would see when they
looked into her eyes).

   He blinked, and quickly went back to the info screen, and popped up the
EULA.  He scanned down it, until...

   "NOTE: Any modifications saved are permanently applied to the subject
and cannot be changed once committed.  If you do not wish your changes to
be permanent, please only perform one modification at a time."

   Oh no.  No, no, no!  Eric stabbed at the screen.

   A wet noise drew his attention, and he looked down at his still-kneeling
wife.  With lidded eyes, she was lapping at her fingers and hand, making
very soft "mmm" sounds as she licked up all of her own juices.  Eric
watched her for a moment, hypnotized by the unbelievably erotic sight. 
Then he made a small pained sound.

   Nancy's eyes flashed open and she suddenly realized what she was doing.
She jerked her hand away, face burning with embarrassment.  Though Eric
noticed she unconsciously licked her lips.  She looked down at herself, and
then back up with worry and confusion.

   "Eric --what's wrong?  You're changing me back, right?

   "Right?

   "Eric?

   "Eric?!"
   The end --?