Call Vanessa over, to cheer up

When I come out, it seems that Sam has been sent out for another order. I decide to cheer myself up by Summoning Vanessa, to see how things are going with the new effects. I move my phone to a shelf beneath the counter.

"Hello Jacob, is there something I can help you with?" asks Vanessa. Her nipples are plainly visible through her shirt. I notice that she is not fondling them: I guess an hour has gone past. I hold off getting her to start again.

I also notice that Vanessa has a few buttons undone on her shirt. I see that Show Cleavage does what it says: the valley between Vanessa's large breasts is plainly visible in a way that it usually never is, the way that she prefers to cover up. With her bra removed, the space between them yawns invitingly.

Vanessa looks at me skeptically, and quickly glances at her hands, possibly to check that she isn't fondling herself. Before she can start an argument, I interject. "Did you see where Sam went?"

Vanessa nods. "She went on break to finish the coffee you made her," she says. She looks at me quizzically. "Are you two, like, a 'thing'?"

I worry. Did she notice something? "Er, why would you think that?"

Vanessa shrugs. Her impressive breasts jiggle underneath her shirt. "Just a bunch of little things. You two hung around each other a lot last night, and seemed almost to be a bit pally. And today you made her a cup of coffee, and had a little chat."

Hm. I was thinking so much about all the sexual things that people wouldn't notice, that I didn't stop to think much about the non-sexual things that people would still notice. I relax a bit.

I decide that now was as good a time as any to experiment to see what Downblousing did. It seems also to have unlimited uses and a timer, though this one was for 10 minutes. I tap the button.

Vanessa takes a quick look around, and drags a stool over from the customer area. She then weirdly climbs on top of it, and then -- holy shit.

Vanessa, who doesn't like anyone seeing her cleavage, is leaning over the counter, her shirt open enough for me to look down. She seems extremely relaxed about the possibility. "So?" she asks. "Is there something going on with you two?"

I'm in shock, and don't answer at first. Vanessa seems to wait very patiently.

This time there can't be any doubt that I'm looking at her tits. This time, she doesn't seem concerned at all. I look down to my phone, and see the Undo shirt button hotkey. I tap it, and she immediately brings her hand to her shirt to upon up her shirt a little more.

Holy shit, I think. Just a little more and I can probably see her nipples.

"Earth to Ja-cob," Vanessa teases, sing-song. "Where are you, Jacob? My eyes are up here," she says.

Incredibly, Vanessa smiles at me as my gaze meets hers. She has an innocent smile. "Welcome back. Are you going to answer my question?" she asks you.

I improvise. "Um," I say, my eyes flitting back to her open top. "I'm, I'm just trying to interact a bit more with the rest of the staff, you know? I don't like the dynamic I've fallen in to, I just want to get along with you all." I swallow as I tap the Undo shirt button hotkey again. "Maybe even have a bit of fun."

Vanessa smiles. "Yeah, I think I understand," she says, undoing another button. "This job sucks sometimes. It'd be good to get along better, maybe even have a good time together," she says, swaying slightly so that her breasts waggle gently under their weight.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I ask her.

"Doing what on purpose?" Vanessa asks sweetly, her brow furrowing slightly, shifting her weight so that she's sitting more upright. Her tits shift in her shirt. With five buttons undone, I can see quite a bit of the valley between her breasts now, and no small amount of the breasts themselves. Any further down, and the shirt would probably spread open to show her aereolas.

I can't really believe that she's unaware of what she's doing. Well... this is very unlike Vanessa, so on some level it is very believable that she's unaware of what she's doing. It's more like some other person in her body at the moment. I decide to test a little. "Well... the way you were leaning forward over the counter like that..."

"What, like this?" she asks, and leans far forward. This time, I'm sure I can see her nipples just at the edge of what I can see. "I'm not sure what you mean, this just feels like a good position for a while. Different from sitting and driving, you know?"

I'm very curious, to see how she would react if she were aware of what she was doing. I tap the setting so that she is 'Aware' of downblousing.

Vanessa doesn't react at first, until my prolonged gaze made it clear that I was staring at her chest. I could practically see the instant that she realised the position she had put herself in, and the fact that I could see into her shirt. Her skin seemed to turn a shade paler.

"What are you looking at," she said, slightly tense. "Are you looking down my top?"

I see no point in denying it. "Well, yeah. You're kind of putting it right out there."

Vanessa started to turn red. "I --- I," she said, clearly trying to say something but not succeeding, like Sam yesterday and Lexie earlier. "I bet you're getting off of this," she says, tense, almost angry but not quite.

"I am certainly enjoying the view," I say. "It doesn't hurt that you've unbuttoned your top a couple of times."

Vanessa seemed less concerned about that. "I felt a bit warm. It's not your business what I do with my clothes."

I tilt my head. "Actually, it is. I'm the deputy manager, and it matters how professionally you're dressed for the customers."

Vanessa scoffs. "There aren't any customers here," she replies.

"... You're still leaning forward with your top open," I point out to her. "Are you getting off on this?"

Vanessa goes red. "I'm just trying to socialise with you. You're the one who has to ruin it by making it about my chest," she says, gently swaying her breasts back and forth. I see a glimpse of despair on her face.

I tap a button. "Vanessa, I can even see your nipples. They're getting hard." Sure enough, they are; though the app had a bit of a hand in that. Of course, I made her aware of it too.

Vanessa allows herself to sit up again, as if to verify. Sure enough, her nipples now stick out as prominent peaks, in her gaping shirt, just a bit more than inch on either side of the gap. She pulls her shirt away from her chest, to look directly at them.

On a whim, I move to stand behind her. I'm rewarded by the sight of her hard nipples, standing out proudly from her chest, in the shadow of her shirt. Vanessa looks up to me with an expression of mortification, but incredibly keeps holding open her shirt for me to look down it.

"I'll bet you can get a really good view of my nipples from there, eh Jacob? Take a good look," she said, sounding almost bitter but making no effort at all to keep me from looking. On the contrary, in fact.

"Thanks, I'm enjoying it," I say.

"I'm sure you are." she says. "... I'm scared, Jacob. I don't know why I'm doing this. I don't know why it's making my nipples hard. I don't like showing off my breasts, why am I doing it for you?"

"Maybe," you say, "there's a part of you that really wants to show off your breasts. That wants others to see them."

"No," says Vanessa, starting to cry. "I don't want to do this. I don't know why I'm doing it. Please help me," she starts to sob.

Well, fuck. I'm not a big fan of Vanessa, but I don't actually enjoy the thought of making her cry. "Just a sec," I tell her, going back to tap on my phone. I turn her awareness of Downblousing to 'Unaware'.

Vanessa still seems distressed, but immediately starts to calm down. "What... what were we talking about? I can't remember what I was upset about."

I look at her for a moment, as she searches my face. "Um," I improvise, "I don't know why it was making you so upset, but I think it was about how your work shirt is rubbing up against your nipples."

Vanessa blushes. "Right," she says. Her voice goes quiet. "It's so embarrassing. I'm not sure why I'm talking about it with you... but I guess I don't even know who to talk about it. I mean, look at them," she mutters anxiously, leaning over slightly and holding open her shirt, for me to see into her shirt. Her nipples were easily visible and very hard.

"They look very nice, by the way," you tell her cheerfully.

"Thanks," said Vanessa, "but that's not very helpful right now."

I am very amused, and despite my earlier release, more than a little turned on. This configuration of effects seems pretty good for Vanessa and me, but clearly she's going to keep going on about her nipples as long as she's also Downblousing. She doesn't seem especially comfortable talking about them, but it looks like I managed to break the ice with my rationalisation for her being upset.

Of course, I'm quite keen to keep her talking about her nipples for a while, so I double-tap the setting to restart the clock. But if she's going to keep going on about it, it would be nice if I weren't the only one to realise what is going on. I switch the bystander awareness of _Permanently hard nipples_ to 'Aware'.

On a whim, I decide to switch the bystander awareness of _Downblousing_ to 'Aware' as well. No-one is around just now, so there's no immediate effect, but it's only a matter of time.

"Maybe if I lean over the counter like this," Vanessa says, leaning back over the counter, "my nipples can get a bit of a rest and they'll calm down." Once more, I'm presented with the deep valley of her tits as they hang down in her shirt, her nipples just visible above the opening in her shirt as they hang down.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," I say. Vanessa looks at me with a coy smile.

Just then, I hear someone approach the counter from the back.