Bailey's turn

Technically Jenny’s entry into master pc wasn’t something that she would ever probably be able to notice. So because of that she had initially thought there was no reason for her to leave her cozy bed and the many toys laying on it. Yet she was curious, since her turn had come up that meant someone else had already used their entry… which meant Aurora at the very least.

So she climbed out of bed, wiping her residual juices off on the shorts she threw on and made her way to the kitchen. She knew the others would be out here already which she would usually avoid but... she was just too curious.

I can just write something and pretend that's why I’m out here. Better anyways to show that I did use the app in the case that someone figures out I had a turn.

She couldn’t think of a way that someone might be able to if the app really did leave the others unaware of the changes but she wasn’t going to take that chance.

And, obviously, she wouldn’t show what she actually wrote into the app.

She tried to hunch and avoid the attention of the others, focused on the fridge and the sheet of paper magnetically attached. However there didn't appear to be anything but the heading written on it.

“Yoooo jen. Was wondering where you were!”

It seemed her stealth-tactics hadn’t worked as she found the others staring at her, Aurora having been the one to speak up.

Her other roommates stood around the kitchen Island with her. Paige, slightly shorter than the others with her usual “woodsie” appearance that largely hid whatever curves the quirky girl might have. She was in the process of devouring a rather large bowl of oatmeal.

Beside her Bailey stood. Long blond hair, a healthy physique with ample chest and rounded curves around the hips. She had on a cute ensemble which accentuated her cleavage and hips, not quite a dress but to the same effect.

“The goblin leaves her cave for once? Must be a really special occasion.” the blond said.

Bailey seemed to be nursing a drink, a subtle grin on her lips as she watched "the goblin".

“Oh, its not that big of an issue is it?” Nathan said, leaning against the counter away from the other three girls. He looked concerned as he often did.

“Yeah, it’s no problem, we just wanna hang out. Right? Bailey?”

Aurora stared at Bailey, her expression expectant.

Bailey pouted slightly, blowing out some air in annoyance but at least waved her hand in a way that could be seen as her accepting Aurora’s statement.

Aurora sighed, ignoring the blond’s attitude for the moment. She got up from her seat, seeing that Jenny had written something down on the fridge.

Jenny: fixed my mom’s bad hip.

Huh… that was really nice of her…

“I don’t remember hearing about that? Was it bad?”

“Uhm… y-yeah…”

Something about the way she said that seemed off but Aurora shrugged it off as just being Jenny’s usual oddness.

“Thats awesome then!” Aurora said with a grin, writing on the sheet.

Aurora: Jenny is more confident.

It was only sort of a lie…

Jenny’s eyes widened slightly when she read that, her expression turning confused as she imagined herself being somehow even more of a recluse.

It had been eating at Aurora ever since Jenny had shown up and standing next to her she couldn’t resist asking something.

“So, uh… any new… uhm… kinks?”

It felt weird to ask but there wasn’t really any other way she could think to confirm if her entry had worked.

Jenny’s face lit up when she heard the question. It was so rare that anyone asked about her perverted nightly obsession!

“Well, nothing too new, I’ve been mostly just watching a bunch of inflation lately. It's nothing crazy but you can never have too much of the classics.”

At Aurora’s confused expression she continued.

“It’s when someone is stuffed so full of cum that you can see their stomach growing bigger!”

The uncharacteristic enthusiasm was almost as shocking as the content.

“-and I’m not just talking about a little bit of a stomach bump, some of this stuff gets wild! Like filling up a whole room level of bloated with cum.”

Aurora remained too baffled to speak.

Behind her a scoff could be heard.

“You can’t be serious. You actually fucking asked her! As if she doesn’t talk about her perverted trash enough.”

With a look of disgust and a spin, Bailey lifted her purse, leaving the others to listen to Jenny as she continued to elaborate on the dynamics of “inflation porn”.

She sighed as she stepped out into the cool night air, shrugging the tension off for just a moment… at least until a car pulled up. She looked down at her phone which she held, the text “you better be ready when I get there slut” on the screen. She stuffed the device into her purse, straightening her back to push out her cleavage slightly.

“Hurry up!” someone shouted from the driver’s seat. Wasting no more time, Bailey rushed to the passenger seat, climbing in with as much dignity as she could while wearing heels.

“Finally! Holy shit babe you take your fucking time.”

She didn’t correct his idiotic statement, trying to hide the tension she could feel. Otherwise she put her curves on display, showing cleavage and moving her hips so that it was particular pronounced on the side he could see most clearly.

He reached over, grabbing her thigh possessively, the other on the steering wheel as they swerved around corners.

“You look hot tonight, who are you trying to impress, huh?”

His grip tightened, lifting the hem of her skirt and drawing closer to her sex. The pressure was just enough to be uncomfortable as his firm grip sunk into the fat of her thigh.

“I was-was just thinking of you, jason.” she gasped, keeping still as he groped her.

“That's a good slut.” he cooed, loosening his grip barely enough to make the pressure more bearable.

The rest of the ride continued like that. Thankfully he didn’t do more than just feel up her thigh. The only thing of interest was when she glanced at her phone halfway through the ride and saw the app the others had been talking about had a notification. It looked like she had been selected next to input something.

She had seen it pop up on her phone a while ago, she’d read the blurb talking about how it worked but hadn’t really taken it seriously. That had changed a little when her roommates had started to talk about it and how seriously they were taking it. It at least made her consider the possibilities if this thing was real. Still, she couldn’t mess with it yet, just pulling her phone out of her purse had caused Jason to viciously strengthen his grip. She could find a moment later to herself.

“Don’t embarrass me slut.” he reminded her as he helped her out of the passenger side, putting on a show of it.

The house was a nice one, it was no mansion but the closest thing that any of the many young adults walking in had probably ever seen up close. Certainly the case for Bailey. She followed Jason in, basically riding on his shoulder the way she gripped him and **** her cleavage into his arm. Jason was no specimen, mostly just semi-popular and slightly attractive, good enough to get him in the door with little fuss but Bailey was even more of a softie in comparison to the average than he was so the contrast made him look a great deal more masculine.

Bailey stood behind and off to the side as he clasped hands with a guy a foot taller than him and built like a train. She didn't really pay attention to what they said however, mostly focusing on the atmosphere of the room around her.

The air almost seemed luminescent with the many colors shimmering through the low fog of smokey substance filtering through the space. A heavy beat shook the floor, pounding seemingly all the way into her chest, further exasperating her flared nerves. Somehow, despite the low light and the people all around her she felt… exposed. Awkwardly she shifted on her heels, suddenly hyper-aware of how slutty she must look in this trim set of clothes she’d picked.

She followed him as he went around chatting up with his friends, hanging on his shoulder throughout as a visual piece at his side. He groped her at every chance that it wasn’t too obvious, with a hand on her ass or around the waist so he could feel the underside of her boob. She made as if to go somewhere else on a couple of occasions but his firm grip and a look was usually enough to keep her with him.

“Uhm… can I go to the bathroom?” she asked quietly. She rubbed up against him, her mouth close to his ear so as to blow warmth across the sensitive part of his neck.

He gave her a look, making no effort to hide it as he got an eyeful of her cleavage.

“Of course babe. You don’t have to ask permission for something so simple. Don’t you think I’m a super accepting boyfriend?”

He was all smiles, most likely since there was actually several of his friends grouped around them.

She nodded, giving him a slight kiss on the cheek before walking off. He let her go but only after slapping her on the ass.

She shivered as she walked towards a less-occupied area of the house. Finding the bathroom occupied, she had to ask a group of girls where to go to find another in the house. It was an en suite so she had to pass through a room where a couple were making out on the bed. Once inside she relaxed slightly, plopping down on the toilet seat she pulled her phone out, quickly opening the app.

She didn’t know what she wanted to do but it had been simmering in the back of her mind. Something needed to change.

This... this was just too much...

“What the fuck is that?”

The door clicked behind Jason as he swiped her phone out of her hands. “What are you doing slut? You wouldn't be texting somebody? No… this isn’t a messaging app? So what…”

Bailey sat stunned, her hands still out as if holding her phone, blankly staring up at her “boyfriend”. She glanced down, seeing him fiddling with the screen, suddenly a deep fear filling her chest.

Jason just happened to see her expression, his face tightening in anger.

“So. This is something important, but what I wonder? Care to explain slut?”

Bailey’s mouth worked, lips opening as if to reply but… she couldn’t! This thing was too dangerous! She couldn’t just…”

“Hey! Slut! Talk when I tell you!”

He growled, stepping forward until he dominated the space above her. While jason wasn’t terribly muscular Bailey couldn’t help but remember how strong his grip had felt when he’d been casually feeling her up. Her options were dwindling fast.

At the same time as her body shot forward, trying to go for the device in his hands he caught the brief flash of something in her expression and he responded. It was sad how easily he managed to catch her arm, all but stopping her in one easy move.

“Ooh! Feisty! I like it but again I need to ask, what is this slut? Answer or I leave you here and find a more... willing partner!”

She struggled a bit, looking at the screen with growing resignation.

“i-I don’t know… it's just something that showed up on my phone… it’s supposed to change… things…”

That piqued Jason’s interest and he was soon staring at the screen with new interest.

“What do you mean by change ‘things’?”

He’d let go of her and she sat back now, reserved and avoiding his gaze.

When she didn’t reply he shrugged. “Whatever, that’s easy enough to figure out.”

His eyes lingered over her form, the tight fitting ensemble showing off every curve and swell.

“Let’s find out if you’re lying.”

He typed something into the device, hitting enter with finality before his expression… shifted.

Bailey remained focused on her own problems however. A sudden sensation stirred in her chest, causing her to look down, heart quaking in shock as she watched her cleavage grow bigger and bigger… and bigger.

Massive, absurd, inhuman. Her tits stretched at her shirt which grew with her swelling chest, bouncing lightly as she felt the pressure of the weight of these things to become ridiculous.

“The fuck… I was typing something… shit. What did you do to me!?”

Jason looked really angry now. Confusion mixed with the anger as he was holding the phone in one hand, he grabbed one of Bailey’s tits with the other, painfully putting pressure into it’s pliant shape and pulling her chest out so that she had to look up at him.

Worst of all, it felt amazing. Immediately she could feel herself growing wet at the rough feeling of his fingers digging in deep. Despite the very present pain it felt so soooo good...

“It… it worked.” she gasped between suddenly heated breaths.

“What! What worked!?”

“Th-the change-”

It was then that he finally caught on to the fact that Bailey was staring at herself and could see the shock in her expression.

So it had worked just, somehow, he couldn’t see it.

Even though she was staring at her own chest he didn’t make the connection there. She had just always had these ridiculous tits. It was the only reason he’d accepted her deal to be her boyfriend.

Well that and the rumors that she waas always eager for a tit-fuck.

“Whatever. But you need to be punished for all of this stupid shit.”

In a moment Bailey found herself to be face to face with the angry tip of his hard cock.

“You’re going to let me fuck your tits and I’ll... maybe forgive this whole nonsense.” he said, sliding the tip through the huge crevice between her enlarged breasts and leaving a trail of his pre to drool there. Her mind twisted in knots at the raw euphoric bliss that the little touch of skin caused. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as her spine straightened with tingling excitement.

How did that feel so amazing?!!!

“And I’m keeping this until I’ve decided what it actually does.” he said, holding her phone up.

She didn’t care anymore. As she leaned forward, letting his average shaft slide up and down in between her soft tits she was drawn into the raw pleasure of it. Fireworks exploded within her at every slight tingling touch. She didn’t know that anything, even anything sexual, could feel anything like this. She couldn’t help moaning, forgetting that people were out in the room next to them as she actually began to get... close.

Jason chuckled, moving closer and taking the chance to pull down her top and grab her puffy nipples, using them as handholds as he began to thrust.

“Come on, I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” he said, grabbing her hair and forcing her parted lips down until she could reach his tip that just barely peeked through the massive pocket.

Bailey was so lost in the blissful feelings that she accepted it into her mouth without protest, instead humming blissfully around the leaking head.

She came. Harder than she’d ever experienced before, she came with the cock of someone she hated in between her huge tits while she sucked the tip of it into her mouth. She came while he pinched and pulled one nipple with such **** that the pain was obvious through the fog of bliss while his other hand held her head in this submissive contemptible position.

“You actually are just a massive slut aren’t you?” he said, visibly enjoying the fact that she had cum with nothing but his cock in between her tits.

She didn’t care, instead continuing to chase this amazing feeling, in some ways a respite from the tension and embarrassment that had been plaguing her all night.

Eventually he spurted his load, using the chance to paste it all over her face and tits.

“Rub it in then wash it off but don’t use water.”

She did as he said, shuddering with each slight motion as she rubbed the cum into the soft skin of her new tits and then wiped the visible portions off with a dry towel.

The rest of the night continued better than before but just barely. She could still feel the slight stickiness on her face and in her massive cleavage which made every conversation that much more tense. Jason pulled out the app a few times but when the textbox didn’t react to his touch he just angrily put it back in his pocket.

Bailey was always aware of her massive chest, both because of how obviously oversized they were and because of just how sensitive they were. She had cum six times in the time it had taken Jason to reach his peak earlier. From just breast stimulation? That was insane!? Perhaps some part of that was because all of this was so new. But still!

Just walking around was a test, the light movement of warm air splashing across her exposed cleavage almost enough to cause her to climax on occasion.

At the end of the night she was back in the car, riding along while her boyfriend played idly with an exposed nipple. She came only once on that trip.

As she climbed out of the passenger seat he spoke.

“You might turn out to be a good slut after all.”

His grin did not seem friendly.

She climbed the steps, her heels clacking on the concrete. She dug in her purse for her keys, feeling the gap where her phone would usually be.

Inside she shuddered, just standing in the doorway, her eyes closed, trying to calm her roiling emotions. Even now she could feel her chest sticking out, how huge and heavy they were, even affecting the basic shape of her body, forcing her to stick out her but as a way to counterbalance.

“Did your endeavor into destiny prevail?”

Bailey’s eyes opened, her usual composure returning as she moved on.

“Fuck off Paige.”

Paige smiled, stirring something green and… mucous-ey in a glass before taking a sip.

“Yes, we shall both do so before long.”

Bailey grunted, passing into the hall and towards her room.

Paige continued to sip calmly, the only noise coming from down the hall where Jenny was up late gaming (probably).

A ding at her side drew her gaze. Her phone had lit up with a familiar notification. It was the app, telling her it was her turn to change reality.

Quickly she flicked it open, typing away as she hummed quietly to herself.

I contain the knowledge of all sexual karma and can align humanity’s collective libido with my own.

She was just about to hit enter when her thumb stopped, hovering over the digital keypad.

“Nah.”

She took her glass of questionable fluid in one hand, the other spinning her phone, carefree that her actions were causing a string of random characters to fill the text box. Once in her room she shut the door, turning off the light and grabbing a lighter. One by one she lit the several dozen randomly sized candles scattered across the top of her dresser, leaving an eerie glow to fill the room. She tossed her phone onto her bed as she plopped down in front of it and she crossed her arms over her chest while occasionally lifting her glass to let some of the sludg-ey fluid slip into her mouth.

A curious problem, she knew exactly what she needed to change about the world. Of course she did, how could she not? For some reason she was typing this… other thing. She squinted, reading the string of text she’d put into the app which now had a long line of about forty random characters following her initial input.

A sound caught her attention, her rats were at it again. She could see a pair of them in the corner of the room.

Paige didn’t like how humans mated, so messy and disgusting. The other animals had the right of it, simple and beautiful, more aware of the fabric which they stuck to, they could follow it almost like a pre-choreographed dance. Not perfect but right-er. She had many chances to see how animals went about these things with her growing collection of rats and the many videos she’d watched online of other animals. Each species seemed to have their own way of going about it but all of it seemed just more right to her.

She found no sexual gratification in it personally, indeed that was the farthest thought from her mind when watching two animals breeding.

In fact she couldn't remember a time when she had messed with her sex in such a way. Other people seemed to think that was a weird thing but no matter how much Bailey thought about it she couldn't figure out how.

She shrugged, grabbing her phone and deleting the text on the screen.

She could play along with this compulsion's weird issues.

She typed a little… deleted some… typed some more… deleted some more, going back and forth, building her desired change.

The people living on these plains of vibrance are content in the will of the archetypes, each birthed as an individual available and willing to participate in the fabric of being one with the new animalistic natures of homo sapiens.

When she hit enter the screen flashed for a second, as if the program was struggling to process whatever it was that she had input. Finally the text disappeared as if accepted and the app went dormant.

“Do you feel the pieces moving?” she asked her rats, giggling with glee as she spread her arms wide as if to embrace all of reality.

She could feel it, could feel as her own body adjusted to this new state of being. The place in between her thighs, the soft folds that she had never properly explored began to grow wet as her body hummed with pure libidinous arousal. Yet her expression remained the same, a contented smile despite the raw need to fuck that was beginning to ravage through her body. She could feel it of course but she had no need to do anything about it. It was merely a beautiful thing, animalistic and simple in a way that made her feel closer to the fibers of being, all but devoid of its reality of an actual sexual need.

She lay back down, her thrumming body shaking despite the fact that she just lay there. Even if she made no move to play with herself, her body existed on its own, a live-wire of sensation at this moment. Her pussy gushed with juices, wetting the crotch of her pajamas visibly as more and more need seeped out. In moments she was cumming, her happy grin marred by the twitching of her cheeks and eyelids as she helplessly twitched on her bed in the eerie glow of all those candles.