A carefree Sunday of dicking around

When you wake up the next morning, you're immediately confronted by two thoughts. The first is memories of your date with Morgan, which fills you with all sorts of warm fuzzy feelings. The second thought is that you feel fucking incredible. You must've had a really good night's sleep. Of course, it's entirely possible you're still riding on the high of using your kiss perk on Morgan. That was certainly a wise investment.

You pull yourself out of bed and almost immediately realize that the great feeling you have probably is the result of a different perk's effect. You pull off your sleeping shirt to find that your body has undergone an incredible transmutation over the night. You've got some sweet pecs, a tight six pack, and extra muscle all over, but it's all lean muscle. You take a moment to feel up your new musculature, and while you're not sure if you're attracted to men, you can't deny that you look damn good from this angle.

You head out into the bathroom to get a better look at your new body, seeing as you're lacking a mirror in your bedroom. The mirror only confirms that you are one sexy beast. You turn around to get a better look at your back, and it's almost as nice as your new front. Idly, you wonder if you're going to have any trouble explaining these changes, but luckily you're in the middle of the winter season. You haven't exactly been wearing anything revealing lately, so you could probably just pass off your new bod as the result of a new exercise regimen. It's not like you've never worked out; you've just been a little neglectful of your routine over the last few months. Or years.

A few minutes later, after a shower and some self exploration, you remember that you've got some "work" to do today. Not at the grocery store; you've got to make another recording today. And then edit it. And then upload it. And then tweet about it.

It's a hassle, but it's just about the only discipline you've been able to inject into your life in some time. Sticking to a routine and a schedule doesn't exactly come naturally to you, after all, but curating your channel is the closing thing you have to a hobby. Even if you're not popular (last you checked, you had a little under one hundred subscribers), it's something productive to do rather than just dick around on your day off. After a quick shower and change of clothes, you sit down at your baby Linda's desk for another day of gaming and gaming related activities. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.

A good while later, you've successfully condensed an hour of gaming into a thirty-ish minute video for uploading. For every hour you record, you spend about two hours editing the damn thing, but the end result is worth it! Probably. Eventually.

Once you've spread the word on your various social media accounts of the new video, you stretch out for a moment to relax. Idly, you wonder if you should maybe start recording videos like this shirtless. You quickly dismiss the idea as ridiculous. As much as you would've liked to show off your new abs in the recording, it's not exactly "on brand" for your channel. Not that you've got much of a channel at the moment, despite uploading (somewhat) regularly, and putting your effort into (somewhat) well edited videos. Maybe it's the choice of games, maybe it's because you don't have a catchphrase, maybe it's because you're not streaming, or maybe you're just... not that interesting. That's a sobering thought.

Oh well. You're not doing this for fame, you're doing it for you, right? Everybody needs a creative outlet, after all. Yours just happens to be this.

Idly, you disconnect your phone from its charger and realize that you've actually gotten a text. From Morgan, of course. You must not have noticed your phone buzzing while you were editing. That, or you put it on silent for a shift at Bailey's and forgot to turn the sound back on. Both are entirely possible.

Hey, you busy tomorrow? The text is time stamped about thirty minutes ago. Oof, kind of rude of you to keep her waiting.

Regardless, you reply asap. Got a night shift, but I'm free before then. What's up?

To your surprise, she texts back almost instantly. Free around noon?

Yeah, sure. You want to grab lunch?

Actually I need a ride somewhere she replies. A moment later, a follow up message comes.

Sure. Where are we going?

There's significantly more of a wait before her next reply. You try not to read too much into the pause, though you are concerned for a moment before her reply pops up on your screen. Mom's using the car, need a ride to the doctor's. Well, that's disconcerting. Luckily, she sends a follow up quickly. Nothing serious, just an appointment.

Jokingly, you reply, Didn't realize our relationship was "taking you to the doctor" level yet.

A minute passes, and you're still staring at your screen. You're beginning to realize what the fuck you just sent her. Is she thinking you're being a creeper? Did you overstep your bounds? Luckily, as you begin to feel a pit in your stomach, you realize that her reply is on your screen. Shut the fuck up, asshole. Pick me up at 1130.

Any other woman calling you an asshole might be a bad sign, but you take it as a signal that you dodged a bullet there. When it comes to Morgan, you can't help but feel like the insult is a term of endearment.

The rest of your day, of course, is spent dicking around on your day off. But, you tell yourself, you need this time to unwind. It's not as if having a customer service job isn't stressful. You just think of it as self care. You watch YouTube videos, you play some games that you don't plan on recording, and you even cook yourself a somewhat passable meal for dinner. A few times, you're tempted to check the app and maybe make some purchases, but it isn't until you're getting ready for bed that you take that plunge.

You're profile has changed considerably since the last time you checked:

Jason Alejandro Ramirez - Age 24

Occupation - Grocery Cashier/YouTuber

Relationship - Single?

Likes - Video Games, Fantasy, the Hard Sciences, Rainy Days, Women

Dislikes - ****, Bigotry, Pseudoscience, Shitty Customers, Getting Ghosted

Wants - Show Off His New Sweet Bod, Show What His Mouth Can Do, Put His New Dick to the Test

Gems: 1000

Welp. Those are definitely different from the last wants you saw on your profile, and they sure as shit are accurate. Between checking out your musculature in the mirror and the excitement of having a few extra inches of salami, you can't deny that you're kind of hoping you'll get to show it all off soon. But that aside, you've apparently earned another small cache of gems! Probably from the date with Morgan, of course. You pull up your perk store, ready to see exactly what you can buy with them.

Closer to the Heart (700 Gems) - Everybody makes mistakes, but yours don't mean as much to those who care deeply for you. Loves scores never drop below a minimum value of 50, regardless of your actions. This doesn't necessarily mean lovers forget that you've wronged them, just that they'll always carry a torch for you.

Living in the Limelight (1000 Gems) - Ever wanted to be a movie star? Now people find you irresistibly compelling. Anyone who enjoys a performative work made by or starring you also gains a boost to their Affection and Love scores. This boost can only apply once per week, and can only apply from the same creative work once.

Hold Your Fire (750 Gems) - You've got impressive control in the bedroom! You never cum before you consciously intend to, no matter how stimulated you are. While this doesn't allow you to ejaculate on command, it does allow you to essentially "hold" your climax. As a bonus, you also can end an erection on command without ejaculating, immediately going soft; no more embarrassing public boners!

This is interesting. Despite having what you thought was a decent hoard of gems, you only have the currency to buy one of these at the moment. Which means they're all pretty good, right?

Well, the more you think about it, maybe not. Closer to the Heart is not high on your priority list at the moment. Maybe you'd consider it if you ever found yourself with more than one person with a love score above fifty, but you don't even have one at the moment. Wait, is this app suggesting you hook up with multiple people? Well, whatever. You're probably not going to buy it right now anyway.

Living In The Limelight seems like it's hand crafted for you, what with the YouTube channel and all. Maybe that'd be a good buy; you know Morgan watches your videos. At least, she said she does. But it would completely blast your cache, and who knows if there will be something tomorrow you'll want?

And speaking of blasting, there's Hold Your Fire. Another in what is becoming a long line of "sexy" perks. A modification to your dick to make your life easier, and probably more enjoyable whenever you actually get around to having sex with someone. And hey, you're supposed to be acting more like The Fool, right? This easily seems like the most foolish option to you!

Oof, having a magical app that makes your life easier is such a hassle sometimes. Which one should you buy? None of them? They're all pretty expensive...