Amy Changes...

[mc_fun]

(<=-This thread is closed for myself and SlaveAmy, but feel free to read! It's very loosely based on the movie The Stepford Wives.-=>)

Daniel Barrier's eyes widened when a look at the house number confirmed that this was indeed his new home. His wife Amy too had a similar facial expression as the car pulled into a driveway, and they stepped out, finally seeing the house up close. They had seen it in pictures, of course, but it looked much more impressive now. They walked in a circle around it and admired the brand new suburban home which was all theirs now. It was a dream come true, really.

They had previously shared a tiny bachellor apartment in downtown Los Angeles, and in the two years they lived there the claustrophobia, and constant hum of the city had gotten to both of them. Not anymore. This was a big house, in a nice, quiet neighborhood, away from all the hustle and bustle of the big city.

"Oh my God, Danny..." Amy exclaimed, hugging him tightely as they entered the lavish home, "Look at all this!"

Amy had initially been hesitant about moving, but after much persuading from Daniel she had finally agreed that the two of them would have a much better life here. It was hard for her to leave Los Angeles though; there she had worked as a librarian, and while the pay was slim, it accomadated a flexible schedule that allowed her to go to school at nights and work on her Philosophy degree. Moving here meant giving up all that, and more or less relegated her to a life as a stay-at-home wife.

Daniel was now a junior executive for one of the largest pharmaceautical companies in the U.S., a position he had been lucky to get. There had been six interviews for it, and nearly a dozen other canditates, but ultimatly he had got the job. There were many perks too, the official ones like their home and his generous salary, but also one other that the president had told him quietly while they were alone in his office...

"This is my wife..." Is what he said, taking out a photograph from his wallet and setting it down in front of Daniel, "What would you say if I told you that your little Amy could look like this too?"

"Why um, yes..." Was all that Daniel could say. The woman in the picture looked like the ultimate male fantasy. She was a blonde, darkly tanned, sex bomb who stood there posing in a tiny purple top and matching short shorts. Her breasts were obscenely large, and her perky nipples stood erect, poking through the flimsy fabric of her top. She wore a pair of pink high-heeled sandals, and gaudy bracelets hung on her dainty wrists. He had thought that the the president was joking with him at first, but it was no joke. All of the executives at the company had wives like this, and as a junior executive, Daniel was entitled to a trophy wife of his own too.

He shook hands with the president, telling him that he was accepting the job, and left with a huge grin on his face that did not leave for the rest of the day. That was the beggining of a much different life for him and Amy.

 

[SlaveAmy]

Amy Barrier took another slow walk through her new home, still finding small things in each room to marvel at. The fact that she and her husband could afford this place floored her - it was gorgeous, and big to an extent that she was almost a bit uncomfortable with. She hadn't come from a wealthy family or anything, and she and Daniel were comfortable enough and all, but they weren't rich by any means. This was the kind of place that she immediately looked at and thought of under the category "Rich People's House". So what the hell was she doing there?

She smiled a bit to herself. Really, it was nice. Sure, a bit unnerving, what with the change from that tiny (miniscule, really) apartment to this place, but that'd pass. The real issue she was having a hard time coming to grips with was her career and education situation. She would miss the library - miss it a lot, really, and quite often. Obviously it wasn't a high-paying job or anything like that, but it suited her. She enjoyed the work, and the people, as well. She felt that she fit there. Here...well, that remained to be seen.

Most disconcerting was all the work she had put into her degree to no discernable end, apparently. She couldn't find a local community college or anything to which she could transfer her credits, so it was looking like for the time being all the classes she had taken would be for naught. That was a major disappointment and had been her biggest objection to the move.

In the end, though, Daniel so had his heart set on this that she couldn't refuse him. She knew in her heart it was the best idea - is LA really preferable to this? Of course not - and couldn't hold out for long. She wanted what was best for both of them, in the end, and she truly did love Daniel very much. Sure, he was a bit obsessive about his career sometimes, and their sex life had been pretty cool lately (really, the term "sex life" was a bit of a misnomer), but he was her husband and she loved him. She knew he felt the same.

She set to work moving around some furnishings. It really was a quite beautiful place. Time to make it into a home, she thought.

 

[mc_fun]

Wile Amy set out on organising the house, Daniel went for a stroll around the neighborhood. It was incredibly clean, and nearly every house at least three expensive cars parked in its driveway. The men were exacly who expected, company men. He had been aquainted with most of them already during the interviewing process. The women were another matter entirely. He passed a stacked blonde, walking her dog dressed in a tight blue corset and skin tight jeans. And then, he passed a busty red head who was outside checking her mailbox. She was dressed in a flimsy dress, and Daniel could see her bare ass hanging out. And so on, and so forth. It seemed insane.

Everywhere there were incredibly beautiful women.

They all had sort of the same look. Not so much in the way they looked actually, but more in the way they carried themselves. Every movement, every gesture, and mannerism, oozed sex. Everything they wore was designed to attract attention. And it did from Daniel, in a big way. He went home helplessely horny to his prude wide. He found Amy lying on the couch with her eyes closed. No doubt she was exhausted from the long day. He went over to her and rubbed her shoulder, kissing her on the cheek.

"Amy, sweetie..." He said quietly to her, "Wake up."

She woke up, murmered something that he could not hear, and stood up. They went upstairs and went to bed together. When Daniel whispered something naught in her ear, she just grimaced and turned away from him in her usual style. He tried once again, and then finally gave up. It was hopeless. Amy was as cold as ice tonight.

 

[SlaveAmy]

Amy rolled over, frustrated and annoyed. She works all day long, getting the house looking nice, while he wanders around the neighborhood, and when she's exhausted and just wants to get some rest, he's going to get that tone in his voice when she says she isn't in the mood? She gritted her teeth and sighed through them slowly. Daniel's a great guy and all, but he's still a guy, and as such he's not exactly very considerate sometimes. Especially when he's thinking directly on the behalf of his sex drive, which is clearly the case tonight.

After her refusal was finally clear enough, she listened as he rolled over - clearly frustrated with her - and fell asleep after a few moments. She followed suit shortly afterwards.



The next morning she woke up and Daniel was already up. Today was to be his first day on the new job, so he was understandably excited, it seemed. She rose slowly, pulling on a dingy, old (but terrifically comfortable) pair of plaid sweatpants and a baggy white t-shirt. Bumping down the staircase, she could hear her husband moving from room to room, organizing his things. He always moved faster than she did in the early hours - of the two of them he was certainly the morning person.

She grabbed a rogue strand of her mousy-brown short hair and pushed it behind her ear as she walked ino the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes, she blearily greeted Daniel. "Mornin', honey."

 

[mc_fun]

"Hey baby," He replied. He was standing at the kitchen counter, wolfing down that last bit of his breakfast. He was dressed in a two thousand dollar suit, and he had a black suitcase hanging from his left hand. He swallowed his food and walked over to his wife, hugging her with his right arm. "I gotta go," He said to her, pulling her close to him, "Wish me luck!"

They each said goodbye, and Daniel left for work. The job was what he expected. It was demanding, but he fit in like a glove. Still, he had to play his cards right. He was an executive. A fucking executive! OK, a junior executive, but still... He was an important person now. Important enough, that he got house fully paid for, and a completely new wife. It seemed to good to be true, but it was.

The day went by quickly. A few phone calls, some paperwork. Simple shit. He shook hands with a lot of people, and made the right moves. This was a dream job for him, a place where he could really make something for himself. It was nearing the end of the day when one of the senior executives tapped him on the shoulder.

"We took care of your wife," He whispered to him.

Daniel simply nodded. They had to be quiet.

"You'll notice a big difference soon," Was all that the senior exectuive said before he walked off. The next hour seemed to drag on, and on. Daniel desperatly wanted a look at his wife. He had been promised, that even as soon as this evening he would start to see Amy change. He was positive that it would be a sight to see. The day was wrapping up and Daniel drove home.

Rush hour. Fuck.

It was nearly 7'oclock when he finally got home to his wife.

 

[SlaveAmy]

As Daniel left for work, Amy felt the vaguest twinge of guilt over last night. He was excited about this new life of theirs, understandably, and she had basically just blown him off entirely. Sure, maybe he could've shown his excitement in another way, but she didn't need to have been so cold.
Or maybe that was just the fact that he looked damned good in that suit talking. She smiled to herself.

Once he was gone, she puttered around the house for a short while. She was sitting on the couch, reading a book, and thinking that maybe she could get used to this stay-at-home lifestyle...for a little while, anyway. She'd need to find something to keep her busy fairly soon, but for now it was nice to have some time to herself and just relax.

Around noon, just as she was unpacking the last of the boxes with all of her and Daniel's kitchen things (mostly Daniel's, honestly - he was a good cook, while she had a bad streak of burning things), the doorbell rang. She walked to the door, drying her hands with a dishrag, and opened it.
A stocky man in coveralls nodded at her. "Ma'am." he said simply, then held up a large wrench. "Here to fix the water." He explained.

Amy frowned just slightly. "The water?" she asked. "I've been using the water today...it's working just fine. What's the problem?"
Undeterred, the man said, "Just moved in, right?". When Amy nodded, he said "Gotta set up your water." When she didn't speak for a moment, he said "Well, 'scuse me." and slid by her, into the kitchen.
"So, um, this is standard procedure? What, just...checking the pipes and stuff?" she asked, a bit put off by this strange man in her kitchen.
Over the clank of wrenches on metal, he grunted. "Yup."

About half an hour later he came out from under the sink and gathered up his things. "Thank you, Ma'am." he said simply. "Enjoy." he added as he walked out the door.

What a strange man, Amy thought, shaking her head. Polite enough, though, and it's nice to think the town has a system of checking up on the utilities and things when new residents move in. She filled a glass of water and took a sip. Wow, she thought, the water certainly tastes differently than it did in LA. I guess that's to be expected. It wasn't a bad taste, either. Just...well, there was something different about it.

A few hours later, Amy was feeling restless. More and more she felt bad about how she and Daniel went to bed last night. She was looking forward to him coming home. Around seven o'clock, she heard the car pull into the driveway. She sat up, excited, and hurried to the door to welcome him home.

 

[mc_fun]

Daniel was still surprised when his wife welcomed him home by kissing him and telling him to relax while she made dinner. She didn't look different, but there was the slightest change. She seemed happy, a little giddy even, when she saw him. She opened her mouth when she kissed him.

He sat down on the couch and flipped on the T.V. to watch the business
portion of the news. With his new job, it was expected that he would be informed about such matters. Amy was busy fumbling in the kitchen. She wasn't much of a cook, but it was a very welcome change when she made dinner for him. She wasn't complaining about it like she usually did, either.

Him and Amy sat down in the dining room, eating the boxed meal that Amy
had prepared for them. He was going to have to get her a cook book or something. She offered to do this dishes, and told Daniel went back to watching the last bit of the news.

She joined him on the couch a few minutes later, and sat closer to him than usual. Then her hand went to his knee, and he couldn't believe what she said...

She was horny.

 

[SlaveAmy]

Amy blushed hard as she whispered that into Daniel's ear. Not that she was some pure-as-the-driven-snow virginal girl or anything, but still - she wasn't usually this upfront. Today, though, she just couldn't really contain herself. What has gotten into me?, she wondered as her hand roamed up, stroking Daniel's chest. She leaned in close, kissed his neck softly, and felt her breath catch. Her heart was pounding; she couldn't remember the last time she had been this aroused. Jesus...I'm like a teenager or something here! Still, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation by any means...just odd.

She could feel that Daniel was smiling appreciatively, and she slowly lifted herself up, straddling her legs over his lap, and kissed his lips deeply. She was all but trembling from the feelings this was giving her. Finally, after a few minutes of this, she knew what she needed, and she was looking forward to it more than she could have expected.

She stood and stepped away from the couch, keeping hold of Daniel's hand. She nodded towards the stairs without a word, smiled at him, and cocked an eyebrow. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his reaction.

 

[mc_fun]

Daniel eagerly accepted her invitation. His hand brushed over her ass while they climbed the stairs together. She was close the whole time, and her body kept rubbing against his. They went into the bedroom and she started to undress in front of him. She seemed exstatic that he was watching; her face was flushed and she looked as if she needed him badly. They left the bedroom door open, this was after all, their very own house.

He took her on the bed, and she was more than willing to let his hands open her legs for him. Daniel had never been more turned on by his wife. His hips worked in slow even thrusts, while his hands moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples. She cried out loudly, asking him for more, and he gave it to her. He couldn't tell if her breasts were bigger yet. It had been so long since Amy had let him touch them; but they were very nice just the same. Soon they would be even better. She was loving it.

She was begging him to make her cum now He straddled her while she lay with her back on the bed, his hands gripping her tiny shoulders tightely. He pounded Amy's sweet innocent pussy harder than it had ever been before, and they both screamed when they climaxed together.

 

[SlaveAmy]

((OOC: Sorry for the delay! I'm back now))

Amy walked around the house the next day, the smile on her face nearly permanent. Last night had been fantastic, just simply amazing. She blushed a bit from time to time, remembering it - it had been a looooong time since she and Daniel had gotten that wild - but the feeling was an enjoyable one. Remembering some of the things she had said and done in the heat of the moment made her a bit embarassed, but Daniel had seemed to love it, so it was all alright.

Daniel had seemed thrilled, actually, both last night (obviously) and this morning. He was unusually cheerful when he left for work. Probably just still excited about his new job, Amy reasoned. Nice to see him so happy.

As he was gone for the day, Amy kept herself busy tidying up the house. She was amazed at the amount of time she could spend keeping everything neat and clean. At first she had worried about keeping busy in this new home, now she was more worried about finding the time to keep the house as clean as she thought it should be.

It was a bit odd to find herself feeling that way. Amy had never been a slob or anything, but she had hardly been one to get uptight over dust or a couple of unwashed dishes in their old place. Here, though, she felt compelled to keep everything looking perfect. Must just be because it's such a nice place...shame to not have it look as nice as it could.

In the same vein, she had found herself this morning spending a lot more time on her appearance than she usually did. Doing her hair and makeup took almost twice as long as it usually did - not that this was saying much, Amy had always been blessed with an attractive enough face that she could get away with the "natural beauty" look. Still, she put in the time and effort this morning, and she had to admit, it made a difference. Judging by the look Daniel gave her before leaving, he agreed.

 

[mc_fun]

Daniel had wanted to fuck Amy right there, but that would mean being late for work, and that was simply unacceptable. This job was too important, and he was sure that Amy would be even better in the sack by the time he got home. He settled for simply kissing her goodbye, and he headed off for work.

It was a demanding job. That day it was his job to meet with important client, a senator no less, who had a problem with his wife. Seems she wanted to leave him, and she was entitled to nearly half of his fortune. He was hoping that Daniel could offer him a solution to his predicament.

The meeting went well. The transformation of his wife was, of course, free of charge. Daniel had been explicitely told by the president of the company that powerful individuals, such as state senators, should always be taken care of free of charge. As long as the company kept them happy, then no questions were asked, and no indictments were filed.

The day went by quickly, and Daniel got home earlier than the previous day, thanks to a different route that had been suggested by a co worker. As he was walking towards the front door, it opened and Amy appeared. She looked even hotter than she had this morning. She seemed a bit giddy to see him, and she welcomed the long kiss that he planted on her. Her outfit was much nicer than usual, too. It was nothing too risque, but it was clear that she had spent some time preparing for his arrival.

She hung off his arm while they went inside and he asked, "Did you miss me?"

 

[SlaveAmy]

Amy shivered as Daniel's eyes seemed to roam up and down her body as he walked in the door. She could see that he appreciated the time she had taken today to look nice for him. In fact, between that and cleaning up so that the house looked acceptable for him, it's about all she had time for all day long. A good wife presents an acceptable home for her husband, she thought. All day long, she'd been finding herself drifting off, thinking things like that seemingly out of the blue. Things that she had never really put much thought into before, like A good wife tries to look attractive for her husband or A good wife cooks for her husband every night. Almost like little epiphanies throughout the day - things Amy had never considered before, but as soon as they popped into her head, she knew how absolutely true they were.

"Did you miss me?", Daniel asked as he walked over to the couch and sat down. She nodded eagerly, saying "Uh huh!". That was a bit uncharacteristic of her - since going back to school she had been very much in the habit of always speaking in full sentences and enunciating properly, but somehow when Daniel was around lately, all that just sort of went out the window. She was content for a moment to just stare at him, eyes shining. God, he's so hot. Amy couldn't remember ever being as attracted to Daniel as she had been lately. Maybe it was the suits he'd been wearing, maybe it was just the thought of being an executive's wife (which she loved)...either way, just having him around made her tingle all over.

She shifted a bit, uncomfortable - there appeared to be something wrong with their new dryer, or something, because some of her clothes seemed to be shrinking. Her bras, in particular, seemed unusually snug lately, as well as the hips and ass of many of her pants. That, or she was just getting curvier all of a sudden. Amy giggled a bit at the idea.

Daniel gave her a strange look as she appeared to giggle at nothing, so she covered her mouth and smiled at him. A good wife makes her husband comfortable, she though. Of course, what an idiot she was! "Can I get you something to drink, sweetie?" she asked, bustling off to the kitchen.

 

[mc_fun]

"I'd love a drink..." Daniel said, smiling as he watched his wife scurry to the kitchen for him. Her clothes seemed a bit tighter today. They weren't knew, of course, he had seen her wear them before, it was her figure that had had changed. Daniel sat down at the couch, and Amy came in with his drink soon after. He sipped it while he sat beside his wife, who was sitting close to him and holding on to his arm.

"You're looking awfully pretty today, little lady..." He said to her as he set his drink down on the coffee table. Amy blushed furiously and started to giggle, leaning closer so that her swollen breasts rubbed against his arm. Daniel put his hand on her chin, and tilted her head so that he could kiss her. She sucked on his tongue while his hands moved to her breasts, and moaned when his fingers toyed with her stiff nipples. She had been waiting all day for him to come home and fuck her.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the doorbell, and Daniel released his grip on Amy so that she could answer it. It was Jim and Traci, two of the neighbors. Jim was a tall, gray haired man who was also an executive at the company. Traci was his wife, and she looked like a wet dream. She tottered slightely behind Jim, holding on to his arm for support. Her enormous breasts were put on full display by the black bra she wore beneath her tight white top. A golden Playboy bunny decorated her pierced navel.

The visit was short. They had simply come over to introduce themselves. Normally, Amy would have chewed out a girl like Traci, but she stayed silent and stuck close to Daniel. She even giggled, and laughed a bit with Traci, and asked her where she shopped for her clothes. When the neighbors left, Daniel practically jumped Amy. The sight of Traci's slutty appearance had made him very excited. He took his wife to the kitchen, and fucked her twice against the counter, picturing Traci's whorish body the whole time. Soon he would have a slut just like her, all for his own. He couldn't wait.