Man-Made Tits

She didn't care for any of the options. Like all options so far, each one was clearly designed to either humiliate her, or reduce her to some sex-fantasy dreamt up by whatever developer or demonic entity or what-have-you that made this fucking app. It didn't really matter which she chose - or, that's what it felt like, at least. One way or the other the game would find a way to fuck her over - and so, she went for the second of the three options. It wasn't exactly hard to imagine what the result would be, but at least she'd be able to cover herself up, and not act like some aspiring slut who flirted with every person within a mile's radius.

Her phone buzzed in approval, and Cindy looked with a slight griamace at her little avatar, whose tits indeed begun to swell outwards, growing in size by the moment. She only remained capable of focusing on this for but a few seconds, though - before a sudden feeling of pressure within her own chest begun to rise up, prompting her to look down at her breasts - which indeed, had begun to rapidly swell in size, rapidly turning her moderate bee-sting breasts into - well, into what could only best be described as tits. They grew and grew, expanding in volume and firmness as silicone somehow manifested within, rounding them out, bigger, bigger, bigger still - until they came to a stop, as a set of massive, artificial tits. F-cups, if she had to guess, with the kind of stiffness and perkiness that natural breasts could only dream of. They weren't just fake - they were visibly, noticeably fake.

"Oh my god..", Cindy muttered to herself, hands reaching up underneath her t-shirt-turned-crop-top to feel her new assets, which remained as sensitive as before (if not more so).

Her plastic acrylics gently scraped along her plastic tits. A thought invaded the back of her mind.

I wonder if people will find me hotter.

There wasn't a garment in the world that'd hide these.

Her avatar jumped, sending her pixel-pillows bouncing.

[Losing Streak Detected! Press 'OK' for a Good Girl Challenge!]

Cindy didn't even fucking hesitate. She'd take anything at this point to get a win in.

[Challenge Accepted! Flash your tits to a stranger. Reward: +5% Good Girl. Failure: +450 % Breast Sensitivity]

The next second, there was a knock on the door - the same door she was presently leaning back against, causing her to jump - sending her massive tits bouncing like you'd expect from some fetish porn piece. Shit. What the hell was she supposed to do, anyways? Willingly present herself like a slut, or have her nerves reduce her into one by ****?

She opened the door, tentatively.

On the other side was the blonde guy from before. One of Chris' friends. The one who'd told her she could use some work up top. Whom didn't at all seem surprised about her new tits. Did the app make people do logical shortcuts or something? She blinked, and leaned against the doorframe, effectively squishing her tits together and upwards. She couldn't help but wonder if he liked them...

"Uh, hey," Cindy let out, nonchalantly.

It took a moment for the blonde to look up from her massive fuckpillows.

"Hey babe, sorry to disturb, but Cris told me you might have one of those flash chargers?", he asked, presenting both phone and a winning smile.

He glanced down at her chest again. "Nice rack."

Cindy felt blood rush to her cheeks. And pussy. God. She'd never felt more objectified in her life. She tugged down her barely-there cotton skirt, attempting to focus on anything other than the repeatedly manifesting, delightful thought that He liked her tits.

"Uh, thanks. Uhm, yeah, I think I have one, just- Hold on...", Cindy mumbled, turning around, the little flare on her barely-there microskirt flaring outward, briefly letting a rush of wind wash over her exposed buttocks, flashing him. She felt a hand brush against her right asscheek as she leaned down to grab the charger, her panties increasingly slick with the lustful realization that he found her hot.

Fishing the charger out and up, she turned around, and with her lips ever-so-slightly parted, found herself looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights. It was now or never...