"I miss you." The words slipped from Rachel's mouth before she could stop them. She had wanted to say them for so long, but had held back, fearing to add to the burden of grief that weighed so visibly on Emily's shoulders.
Emily looked up, startled. Confused. For nearly a year now, Rachel had lived with Emily, and she was still as helplessly in love with her as ever. Rachel had never known romantic or sexual love before the day Emily had used that accursed App on her. Rachel's huge breasts were proof of the App's unnatural power over her body as well as her mind.
"I suppose I have been rather distant," Emily said. "Sometimes I think I should set you free -"
"No!" Despite the wrongness of the App's control of her, the thought of not belonging to Emily was terrifying.
"- but, honestly, Rachel, I could not have managed without you. You've been like a mother to Darcy and Peter, and a comfort to me at night."
John's death had been sudden and tragic. For months, Emily had struggled with paperwork and finances, but the insurance had paid out eventually and the mortgage was paid off, and for the moment at least there was enough money to get by on.
Rachel herself felt conflicted about John's death. Seeing Emily's grief made her heart hurt, but also she was relieved. She hadn't felt anything particularly for him, not on an emotional level, but out of love for Emily she had allowed him to take her virginity. She had behaved like a whore for him, and while she couldn't deny there had been pleasure in the experience, she was glad not to have to do it still.
She reached across the table to hold Emily's hands comfortingly. "I want to be here for you. I know I can't ever replace John, but I wish I could make you smile and laugh the way he could." More than that, she wished she could make Emily come the way John could.
A glimmer of a smile broke through the mask. "It's his cock that I miss lately," Emily said. "I miss waking up in the middle of the night and feeling him hard inside me. I miss waking up in the morning with his cum leaking from my pussy. I loved tasting his cum on my fingertips."
"I wish I had a cock," Rachel murmured, thinking of how wonderful it would be to be the one fucking Emily in her sleep. She had watched John do it often and had thought it an odd and selfish act of pleasure, but if it was something Emily had loved, then Rachel wanted to do it too.
Except that was impossible.
"Hmm," Emily said.
*
For months now, sex had been the furthest thing from Emily's mind. Waking up in the mornings had been a struggle, making it through each morning had exhausted her, talking to lawyers and arguing with banks and companies about bills and payments had brought her to tears time and again, and somehow having to maintain composure in front of her children in the evenings had been hardest of all.
Rachel had been a godsend, an angel, brilliant with the boys, and someone for Emily to hold at night so that the loss of her husband did not drown her in anguish.
Over the past couple of weeks, however, the character of her grief had changed. In part it was because her financial situation was clearer. She would need to find a job to support her family - in which she included Rachel, of course - but it wasn't urgent. Suddenly it was possible for her to think of the future, and to imagine a future without John in it. She still missed him terribly, but had found herself thinking more and more about one particular part of him that she missed.
John's iPad had been left in the study for so long it had a layer of dust over it. Emily unplugged the charging cable and brought the device back with her to the dining room where Rachel waited nervously. The girl was young and attractive, and a natural blonde, and the only thing Emily had ever changed about her physically was her breasts, and that had been more for John's sake than her own.
Her finger hovered over the question-mark icon for the App. It had been a terrible thing she did, capturing Rachel with the App, making the girl a live-in nanny to the boys and sex slave for John and herself. A terrible thing, but not something she could bring herself to undo. She needed Rachel, more than ever, so loyal and loving.
Still, it felt wrong to open the App with the girl sitting right in front of her, watching. Wrong... but the boys were in bed, fast asleep, and for the first time in seemingly forever, Emily was aroused. Rachel had wished for a cock, and Emily might just be able to grant that wish.
She pressed the icon, and heard a quiet gasp from Rachel. "John controlled me the same way," Emily said. "His secretary was controlled too - by her own son, I believe - and Mr Fisher controls his wife. I wonder how many other women out there are controlled by this App."
There were two messages for her in the App. "Dear Emily," the first said, "We are very sorry for your loss. In memory of John, we have locked the personality changes he made to you, but you may make physical changes to yourself up to ten percent."
"What does it say?" Rachel asked, trying to read it.
"It says," Emily said, angry but unsurprised, "that John made changes to my mind, not just my body. Let's see..."
The App had a page that showed her own properties. She had seen this page before, but it hadn't been clear then what he had changed and what had been the real her. This time it was clear as day. "He made sure I would do absolutely anything to save our marriage," she said. "He made me bisexual, gave me kinks for dirty, slutty sex and for being fucked while I sleep, and he gave me a fetish for cum."
Of course he had, and Emily had loved it all. Except John was gone now, there was no marriage to save, and she was still all of these things he'd wanted her to be. "Fuck."
"Could be worse," Rachel said. "He could have made you love him."
Emily squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. "The way I made you love me?"
"Yes. If you were to die, my heart would be broken forever."
Emily switched the App to Rachel's page. The changes she had made to the girl were simple and few. She had made Rachel love her absolutely, and she'd given her a pair of tits that John loved to fuck.
She switched back to read the other message. "Happy Birthday, Emily!" it said. Emily had barely registered her birthday the month before, too lost in mourning her husband to celebrate her own continuing existence. "Times are tough, and everyone needs to make a living. As our gift to you, please choose between: Company Cunt, Easy Escort and Street Slut." Below the message was a button for each.
Emily shuddered and quickly switched the App back to Rachel's page, studying the many settings. "I can indeed give you a cock," she said, laughing. "I can even make it so you have a cock at particular times. How about from eleven at night to seven in the morning?"
"Um, I guess," Rachel said, her expression anxious, her hands reaching down between her thighs. It wasn't quite eleven o'clock, but it was close.
"A nice, thick cock," Emily muttered, her fingers searching, swiping and typing, "long but not too long, and nice big balls with lots of creamy cum for me..."
*
Rachel fled to her room, her heart pounding. An idle wish for a cock was one thing, the reality of it something else entirely. Cocks were ugly things, although Rachel had often been both aroused and fascinated by John's, and what if Emily found the sight of Rachel with a cock repulsive? What if Rachel herself hated the sight of it, the mere existence of it?
The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, counting down to the dread moment. Rachel undressed herself, and perched on the edge of her bed, thighs parted, studying her bare, shaven pussy in the mirror, caressing the tender labia with her fingertips.
She wondered about that second message. Rachel had had just long enough to read it and to understand that the App's idea of a birthday gift was to turn Emily into a prostitute of one sort or another. She didn't like the idea of having to share Emily with anyone else.
There was a soft chime at eleven, as there was every hour on the hour, but this one seemed to reverberate along the length of Rachel's vagina, even into her womb, the vibrations giving way to tingling and a disturbing sensation of almost fluid flesh reshaping and growing. Her pussy closed up, her labia tightening and then swelling.
The transformation was swift, mere seconds passing before her genitals resembled a man's more than a woman's, and within a minute it was all done, her pussy no more than a memory, replaced by a shaven ball sack and a limp cock that was every bit as ugly as she had anticipated.
"Wow." Emily had entered the room unnoticed, and now she sat next to Rachel who had hurriedly tried to conceal the changed flesh with her hands. "Let me see," Emily murmured in Rachel's ear, her hand cupping Rachel's breast, her thumb teasing the nipple.
Rachel whimpered beneath this intimate assault. It had been too long since Emily had last touched her like this, and the sound that burst from her now was as much cry of relief as sigh of pleasure.
"Let me see," Emily insisted, tugging Rachel's hands away from her crotch, exposing the swelling flesh that twitched as it awoke, sending pulses of unfamiliar excitement rippling through her. Emily wrapped her hand about it, squeezing gently, and Rachel gasped, feeling for a moment that she might climax already, but the moment passed.
