Economics 101

You’ve earned your first gem! Congratulations! Gems are earned by generating sexual energy in other people via the customizations you make or your own sexual prowess. Basically: as long as you or your influence with the app sexually please or arouse someone else, you'll be making progress towards new gems. This is your primary means of earning gems, so… good luck!

My zeroed-out gem icon grows to a measly 1… and I realize too quickly the folly of my lack of hesitation. Alright, so no one’s going to treat this classroom full of braless girls as weird… and clearly I’m not the only one getting randy noticing the nicer sets of tits bouncing in here… but if ten minutes of every Catholic schoolboy in here side-eyeing tits just generates one gem, then I had a Hell of a hill to climb before I can get back up to 50 or beyond. On top of that, all but one of the girls affected are 8 gems shy of having even those basic, “introduction” hotkeys…

… which leaves poor Vicky as my only hope for generating more gems in a hurry. She's among the prettiest--though still not the prettiest--girls in this classroom, and her tits probably do most of that heavy-lifting.

Contemplating her and the other female students makes me consider someone in particular: Johanna Montgomery. I check the app to make sure and, yep, she's not on the list... why is that? As if to answer my question--the one I definitely didn't type or ask aloud--a pop-up appears:

We notice you've been looking at your list more carefully! Please note that only women 18 years or older will appear on the app, and only while within a range of 20 meters.

That was... quite the coincidence, I decide. It's easier to assume that than think they actually knew what I was thinking. Anyways, that did explain Johanna: I heard her mentioning that her 18th birthday party would be a blast, held (and chauffeured, of course) at the end of the month. I only know this because I heard her go on about it to the two braless seniors flanking her; I, of course, am not invited to that party. In any case, what I just learned is far more important: the app doesn't work on girls unless they're legal. So whoever made this app is at least worried about legal repercussions... but also, that means about three-fourths of the school weren't worth a damn to me for purposes of the app.

But back to poor Vicky. I wait to strike as the bell rings for everyone to leave. By then, I'm up to 5 new gems, though that's still not enough to buy anyone's new unlock. Twenty pairs of barely-legal tits bounce as my targets rise, but I’m packed and dashing to walk “past” Victoria, phone cautiously close to my chest and hotkeys ready.

The largest audience is now, right? It's here or in the hallway, and the whole age range would be there, nevermind that people wouldn't be able to see and... alright. It's decided.

I almost regret tapping the "flash" button the moment it's done... and that regret vanishes as Vicky's hands work fast to unbutton her shirt and, with a flourish, part the two halves to reveal two generous, freckled breasts, each tipped with a hard, white-to-pink nipple that matched the bikini outline on her mounds. Vicky was Caucasian, but the lightness of her normally-visible skin was almost brown compared to the near-alabaster tone of skin around her areolas. They bounce once with her effort... and her expression just seems mildly annoyed, as if she's waiting to be approved.

The entire episode makes me rock hard and chicken terrified. If this app is a trick then I just fell into the worst of the trap... all to see and appreciate those giant handfuls. Would it be worth going to prison to do? Can’t contemplate it right now because I’m too busy burning her tits into memory, preparing a gorgeous mental image to focus on while whittle away my years in some kind of state prison.

... But the police don't appear to jump on me, the outrage does not sound, and all I can truly say has come to pass is that most of the eyes are on Vicky... before they quietly, politely withdraw to their other affairs. Vicky goes to button herself back up without a word, but I tap the "squeeze" button, too in disbelief to acknowledge that this happened because I used a phone app. Her hands drop the button and matching hole to instead press her naked tits together, deforming them in so tenderly and lovely a manner that...

... that male hands slow, eyes drift, and a few lick their lips as they contemplate the totally normal display by their fellow student.

GEMS: 8

In about ten seconds I've earned three gems, where half an hour barely got me five. The red faces in the audience told me why: even if this nudity was "normal" now, these were still ultra-horny lads being subjected to what might've been the first pair of tits they've ever seen in real life. I tap the button repeatedly, keeping her in a loop of squeezing her stacked chest as the girls all left (slightly more upset than usual, I sensed) while the boys continue to struggle to find their errant erasers or pencils.

Can I combine buttons? A tap of the bend over button confirms it as her udders hang down while her ass rises behind her. Her breasts are too busy being squeezed to let her hands give her support, however, so she stands there, nearly teetering over from bending at the waist, as she persists in massaging her breasts.

GEMS: 13

We're getting somewhere... and now the next class of students, also seniors, are draining into the room to replace us. There's some confusion, some hesitation... and a whole lot of new, horny eyes on Vicky as she just looks more and more annoyed at... herself, I guess? How is she justifying any of this behavior?!

By the time the next bell rings--warning us that we had a minute to dash from this classroom to our next--I was sitting on 22 glittering gems of... power? Hypnosis? Wish fulfillment? It's hard to say... but what I do know is that it can't all just be Vicky's performance. It dawns on me that all the other braless girls are now bouncing to their respective classes, introducing their unrestrained tits to whole other classes. A happy accident, we'll call it.

Unlike me being late for Literature, which is an unhappy accident I'm about to suffer.

45 minutes later

GEMS: 25

The topic for literature today is morality, or the gift of free will, and how a good Catholic recognizes the importance of having the Lord in one's heart. The story Sister Porter elects to use to elaborate on these principles is barely known to me by the time I'm done contemplating the app in class.

I had looped between excitement and panic and desire as I tried to imagine something beyond Vicky's fat knockers and the apparent power of the Custom Girls application. My mind usually wanders during Literature anyways, so this was no different; I just needed to focus that wandering a bit more, narrow the lists in my head down to single answers. What to do with the possibilities? What to think of the mysterious benefactor who gave it to me? What to do now that I have already begun? Who am I to have received this incredible power?

My mind comes up with this, in summary: I am a senior student in Our Lady of the Rosary High School. I live in Festus, Missouri, which doubled its population with St. Louis residents who came running after the tech giants that suddenly bought up real estate and opened up giant offices and production factories on the borders of this tiny town. My father is neither tech-savvy nor a dreamer; we lived here out of respect for my mother's grave, or maybe because he doesn't know how to do anything else. I'm eighteen now and neither do I, if I'm honest.

So there is... literally nothing about me that should make me the inheritor of an application that can apparently manipulate girls into dressing or acting slutty. There's also nothing that should make that app work, especially as fluidly as it seems to... but I've used it with damning results and I'm still not being stopped, so the app appears to be the real deal. Alright, so answer to my last question: I don't know, but it's real and it's mine.

Alright, Don, good job: you know you don't deserve this. Neat-o. You also don't have any opinion about who gave you the app because you literally don't even know if you were supposed to get it, much less who gave it out.

So now what? Getting people aroused or getting people off will give me more power to work with... and there's value, clearly, in sharing the fruits of those labors; my neat pile of gems proves that.

But what do I, Donald Jimenez, want- no, what do I need out of this app? The possibilities are not endless; on the contrary, most of them are locked and hidden from me. Notably neither I nor any other boy is on this list. Hmm. Let's rephrase the question.